Author's Note:
Just some more Johnlock fluff this chapter.
"It is worth it," John replied with a soft chuckle. It always was. Hearing his husband say things like might get a bit old but he couldn't deny it was true. The man curled against him was perfect. "You need a haircut," he whispered into Sherlock's head, smirking. "It is out of control up here. How do you live with it?"
Sherlock opened his eyes and rolled them up to look at the curly bangs. "Like it long. Admittedly I grew my hair originally just to piss the Old Man off but I ended up liking it that way." He brought a hand up to his head to feel the length and shrugged a bit. "I will get mine cut if you let yours grow out a bit more." He smirked up at John. Grant it, his husband's hair was already longer than usual, but it gave him some wiggle room when he wanted to play with it.
John smirked and watched Sherlock's hand. "My hair is getting long enough," he muttered with a bit of a frown. He hadn't got it cut since he had been back from Afghanistan. "I can keep it long for you," he said softly with a bit of a smile. It was something little he could do to make Sherlock happy. "At least you got a bit of tan."
Sherlock smiled, pleased. "Good." He moved his hand over to John's head, and began twirling the parts long enough around his finger. "Well, the honeymoon isn't over yet. I could get more of a tan, but I still think I look weird not pale..." He shrugged a bit and the snuggled back into his husband's chest.
"I think we should try shagging on this bed," John whispered with a smirk. Before they fell asleep Sherlock had said the bed couldn't stand it. It felt like a challenge because he knew he could go slow and now he wanted to try it. "Later, if course, but I do." He pressed his hips suggestively against Sherlock.
Sherlock looked up at John with a smirk. "Okay. Tonight then. Probably won't be able to do anything before then anyway." Even after what he just said he couldn't help the moan when he felt his husband press against him. He pressed back, and even squrimed a bit. Now he didn't want to wait but they would have to. He doubted either of them would be able to get an erection right now.
Good. John took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. It wouldn't do any good to get them all worked up. "I was scared when I proposed to you," he whispered against the top of his husband's head. "I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. I...was afraid you were going to say no."
Sherlock managed to calm and still himself after a few moments. He glanced back up at John. "If you hadn't, I would have. I had actually planned to after you got home from war but you beat me to it. So the answer was easy." He looked down at the ring that was between the dog tags. He preferred it on the chain, rather than his finger.
John placed his left hand on Sherlock's chest, studying his own ring. During their honeymoon he hadn't really thought about the fact that they were married. Seeing the rings, though. Seeing Sherlock wear his dog tags constantly...it made John realize what marriage was. "You have made me strong. Brave. A fighter. It is all for you," he whispered as his hand moved to curl around the ring and dog tags.
Sherlock dropped his hand from John's hair to the his husband's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He wanted to tell his husband that was true before they met, but he hesitated and ended up falling silent for a moment. He thought of a question instead. "Does it upset you that I wear the ring around my neck and not my finger?" John had never said it had, or even made any indication of it. He wasn't sure why he asked really. Curiosity he supposed.
John cracked his hand open slightly and shook his head the best he could. "No," he replied with a smile. "I am...honored that you wear it with my dog tags. You told me you didn't want to ruin it with an experiment, yeah? I respect your decision." He tugged at the tags and ring and let his smile grow. "Did you think it did?" He asked in return, his eyebrows brought together.
"Okay. Good." Sherlock smiled at John and then shook his head slowly. "No, not really." He shrugged slightly. "I'm not sure why I asked. Just curious, I guess." He resumed snuggling his head into his husband's chest, because it was comfortable. He never thought he would like being lazy and not doing a damn thing. It was actually a nice change of pace, considering he was usually running around doing something because he got bored easily. Perhaps he wouldn't get bored anymore, not when he could be with John. That always made things better.
"You are beautiful," John whispered as his eyes slipped closed and his body started to relax. "And you are the most amazing person I have ever met." He pulled his husband closer. All he wanted to do was be close to Sherlock and talk to him in soft, hushed tones. It was something he had always wanted to do. Right now was perfect, wasn't it? "I like when you look at me when we make love," he said with a bit of a blush. "I like when you hold my gaze because it makes me feel...loved."
Sherlock thought about making his usual cocky comments but decided to keep them to himself this time around. It was becoming a bit trite, even to him. Besides, this appeared to be one of those romantic moments John seemed to like so much. He wasn't really sure what to say. So he curled further into his husband, rather enjoying their close proximity.
John didn't want to ruin the moment but he felt like he didn't have a choice because the sudden growl from his stomach was rather obvious. "I think I might be hungry," he muttered with a bit of a smile. "What about you? Would you want me to cook you anything? Perhaps some hot chocolate?"
Sherlock wasn't hungry, not after having eaten last night. "Maybe some tea. That would be nice." He didn't want to disentangle from John, but his husband was in need of food. He groaned as he straightened out on the bed, and stretched his limbs. He sat up slowly, but didn't get up off the bed just yet.
The moment Sherlock moved John missed his warmth. He could do without food, right? If he was snuggling with Sherlock he could forget about it. "Sorry," he said with a bit of a smile, sitting up and looking around the living room. It was so different from 221B and didn't suit his husband at all. "I can make you tea," he said softly, his eyes locked on the blank television in front of the bed.
"Okay, well I fold up the bed then and put the cushions back on the couch." Sherlock finally stood up. God, he really was domesticated now wasn't he? Not that it was really a bad thing he supposed. It was just…different. Something he was still getting used to. Once John got up as well, he made the bed before folding it back into place.
John watched his husband for a moment before moving into the kitchen and getting everything ready for tea. He put the kettle on the stove and grabbed himself a slice of bread, taking a bite and jumping up to sit on the counter. After another bite he glanced at Sherlock and grinned. "We are going to shag on that. Why did you put it back?"
Sherlock gave a slight shrug as he put the last cushion into place. "Figured it wouldn't be until tonight before sleeping. Pretty sure I won't be ready before then. Unless you think you will be? Then by all means, I will tear this thing apart all over again." He turned toward John and gave him a smirk.
John laughed and took another bite from his bread. "I wanted to jerk you off while I fucked you. I've got to be patient," he muttered around his mouthful of food. He wanted his husband to writhe and beg for everything and be just as desperate as him. "You know what I was thinking about today?" Another bite of bread, his lips pulled in a simple smile. "The first time we shagged."
Sherlock smirked and walked over to John. First time they shagged. He actually had to take a few moments to remember it. The day he had come from the hospital, after almost dying from being poisoned. Probably would have seemed like a weird time for a first shagging but with everything that happened to them, it didn't seem that strange at all really. "I don't know if you realize this or not, but I was a little nervous the first time. I didn't know what to expect."
"I know," John said softly, finishing off his slice of bread and rubbing his hands across the thighs of his pajama pants. "I said I had to go get Vaseline and you asked why. I asked if you were ready and you looked so lost." He reached a hand out to grab Sherlock's, pulling his husband smoothly between his legs. "But you did wonderful," he whispered proudly. "You were...so wonderful."
Sherlock shrugged a little, not really sure why he felt shy all the sudden. Being shy wasn't something he felt often…or rather ever. He hadn't realized he had been so transparent the first time they had shagged and now he felt self conscious about it. "I was nervous in Scotland too, the first time I shagged you." He gave a small smile as he leaned his forehead against John's.
That surprised him. John tilted his head to press their noses together for a moment. "Really? You did fine," he whispered with a small laugh. "Wonderful, actually. You were...slow. It was good." He let his hands move to rest on Sherlock's hips as the kettle started to go off. It would wait. He liked the little conversations they had started to have. They made him smile. "The first time I touched your dick," he muttered with a laugh. "On the couch in the flat. Your brother in the living room. God, I thought you were going to choke on the air in your lungs."
"You were my first…well everything. I wasn't sure what to expect on any of the occasions. The first time I gave you a hand job, you had to help me…" Sherlock closed his eyes, the small smile still there. It was weird to think how tentative he had been about all things sexual at first because now he was, well if he was going to be honest with himself, a sex addict. There were so many amazing and fascinating things one could do to enhance the sexual experience and he wanted to try them all. Well, maybe not all of them. Some of the things he read about hadn't appealed to him at all.
In the hospital. John laughed at the thought. "And you analyzed everything, remember? I saw it in your face, practically heard you thinking." He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. "First blow job?" Another bark of laughter as he lifted one leg and rested the heel of his foot on his husband's lower back. "You asked me if I had swallowed that." He finally let his eyes slip closed. That had seemed like so long ago. They'd had a child, he'd gone off to war...they had both nearly died.
"I wanted to make sure I got it right," Sherlock muttered with a slight pout of his lower lip. It twisted into a smirk though. "Well, I didn't know people actually did that." He had heard the tea go off earlier and he had ignored it, just like he was right now. That seemed to happen a lot but he didn't care. Spending time with John was far more important than drinking tea. He kissed his husband on the lips gently. "I love you."
After a long moment John returned the kiss. "I love you, too," he stated against Sherlock's lips. "Do you remember at Mum's house when you got to practically fuck my mouth?" He asked was he cracked an eye open. "I think that was the best blow job I have ever given. The look on your face was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Nobody else has complimented me like that after I let them fuck my mouth." He tightened his hands on his husband's hips.
Sherlock smirked again. "Yeah, but it couldn't have been that pleasant for you." Another gentle kiss. "Love you," he repeated. He wrapped his arms around John's waist in a hug and also to draw him closer to husband. He leaned into John as well, loving when their bodies were pressed together like that.
"I didn't mind. I knew what I was doing." John tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on the underside of Sherlock's jaw. "Hollow out your cheeks, exhale which each thrust up." He grinned eagerly. "Want to do it to you again. It is probably one of my favorite things."
Sherlock tilted his head up so John had more to kiss. He scratched lightly at his husband's back, his other hand moving up to run through his partner's hair. "You just have a big mouth and can handle it." He dropped his head to grin at John and placed a kiss on his husband's forehead. He then began kissing down John's cheek, down to the neck where he began to nibble lightly.
"Oh, I have the big mouth, do I?" John laughed softly and let his breath catch in his throat. "Can I do that tonight?" He asked softly as he lifted his other leg to wrap around Sherlock's hips, his hips pressing forward slightly. "Fuck you and then give you a wonderful blow job? Please?" God, he sounded desperate but he wanted to. A few years ago he never thought he would beg to have some bloke's penis in his mouth but now he couldn't wait.
"Well, I might have a bigger mouth than you do." Sherlock stopped his light kisses to smirk up at John. "Sure. I don't know if you like the flavored lubricant, but you might want to try it with that? I rather enjoyed it myself, but not sure if that would be your cup of tea." Tea. Right. The kettle was still whistling. Oh well. He was tangled up in his husband's arms and legs, it could wait a little while longer or even the rest of the day for all he cared.
"I, personally, think your cock tastes just fine," John muttered softly, reaching to his right to take the kettle off the stove. The lube might help the process a bit, though, considering what he wanted to do. At some point he was really going to have to thank Nancy because apparently Sherlock enjoyed blueberries. "Do you want me to try it?" He asked against his husband's temple. "I will if you want me to."
"John, you are the one giving the blow job. Short of putting hot tar on my dick, I probably wouldn't care what you did to it before, during or after." The smirk returned and Sherlock gave a slight shrug. "It is entirely up to you my dear doctor." He gave John a quick kiss on the nose, his hand still running through his husband's hair, a finger curling the hairs around every now and then.
"Right. No hot tar. Note taken." John grinned and let out a soft chuckle. "Hot water, that is good? I can do that?" He tilted his head slightly, pressing back into Sherlock's hand before nipping at the pulse point in his husband's neck. "I was thinking I would have you sit down on the edge of the bed, me kneeling on the floor," he inhaled shakily. "You could hold on to my head," he added as his hips pressed forward slowly. He couldn't help himself.
Sherlock gave a slight snort but it turned into a whimper when John nipped at his neck. All this talk was making him anxious. He wanted it now, but he wasn't getting hard despite how excited it was making him feel. "Yeah. That would be good. Very good." He squirmed into John with another whimper. Damn it. He hated having to wait. Patience was never something he was very good at.
"S-Sorry," John took a deep breath, slamming his eyes shut. They needed to wait. They had shagged non-stop and now it was catching up with them...again. He would have to live with waiting. "They have cherry lube," he admitted. "Hid it away so I might use it." Talking about things like lube was still a bit awkward for him and he blushed, burying his face into the side of his husband's neck. "Can't wait."
Sherlock couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe with all the different things we have done, you still get embarrassed about talking about sex. It just adds to how adorable you are though." He smirked and kissed John's nose once more. God, he couldn't wait either and the thought alone made him squirm again. "So far I like the blueberry the best. The chocolate wasn't so bad, but we made one hell of a mess with. We should probably get new sheets, once we get around to actually getting the bed."
"'M not adorable," John muttered into Sherlock's neck with a bit of a smile. It was embarrassing to talk about. Sex in general was a very secretive thing and even taking with Sherlock was awkward. God, he didn't know why. "I know blueberry was your favorite," he stated to pull himself from his thoughts. "You practically tried to swallow my dick."
Sherlock smirked. "You, my dear doctor, are the most adorable man I know." Maybe talking about sex wasn't weird to him because he was so open about everything else, why be worried about that? It hadn't really been taboo growing up, like it was in many homes for other children his age. "I think I might start buying the blueberry. John, I couldn't help it…it was amazing."
"If you are going to keep giving me blow jobs like that I have no problem with you buying blueberry lube," John said because, honestly, he wasn't adorable. Far from it, in his opinion. "Young Master Holmes, I want to be inside of you," he hissed as his hips pressed forward. Maybe he could distract Sherlock from constantly calling him adorable, even if it was going to just sexually frustrate them both.
Sherlock was about to say something snarky about being called 'Young Master Holmes' when John pressed into him. He moaned, dropping his head onto his husband's shoulder where he began to nibble, hoping to help relieve his frustrations. "Want you inside of me, please?" He whispered into John's skin, not caring how needy he sounded at the moment.
Oh God, Sherlock was begging. John tightened his legs around Sherlock's hips with a small gasp. Damn it, there was no way he could comply with what Sherlock was begging for. "Want to, so bad," he whispered, moving a hand to tug at Sherlock's hair. "Can't. Later. Oh, God, later."
"I know," Sherlock murmured while he continued to nip at John's shoulder. Later. Tonight damn it. It seemed so far away. They needed to do something to distract them. He lifted his head and met his husband's lips. While kissing John was most certainly distracting, it probably wasn't the distraction they needed right now.
John instantly returned the kiss, trying to keep it as slow and calm as possible. His tongue darted quickly into Sherlock's mouth before he pulled away, a bit of a smirk on his face and his eyes half open. "That isn't helping," he said softly as he ran a hand through his husband's hair. "You are an amazing kisser. Pretty sure you could get me off just by kissing me."
Sherlock smirked a bit. "Get you off by just kissing you, huh? I am going to have to test that theory sometime my dear doctor. Come on, before the tea gets any colder." He leaned up off of John, and took his husband's hand to tug his partner forward gently.
John slid from the counter with a smile, stepping forward and embrace Sherlock. "Wouldn't mind that tea," he muttered before pulling away from his husband and prepared their two cups. Tea between them had become a bit of a romantic staple, something he was thankful for. "Can I ask you a question?" He handed Sherlock's mug to him as he took a sip of his own tea.
Sherlock took his mug with questioning raised eyebrows but he nodded. "Sure, what is it?" While he waited for the question, he sipped on the tea. He leaned against the counter to get more comfortable. What did John want to ask? He wasn't sure what to expect, as there were myriad of possibilities.
"Did you always know you fancied blokes?" John asked softly, his voice a bit hesitant. It was a bit odd for him to think about, really. He had always liked girls, had habitually shagged girls in school and the occasional bloke while he was in the Army. But he never thought he would end up married to a man. Especially one like Sherlock Holmes.
Oh. Well, that wasn't the question he thought would be asked. Sherlock thought for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "No, but then I was never really interested in males or females. The only person I have ever 'fancied' as you put it, is you. Sexual orientation really has nothing to do with it I don't think." He shrugged slightly, before taking a thoughtful sip of his tea.
Right. John dropped his head and cleared his throat. Why did he feel so bad? Before Sherlock he had been intent on shagging anything he could and he had nearly been married. Sherlock hadn't had anything like that. He felt the need to apologize for some reason. "I am glad it was me," he said weakly, wincing at his choice of words.
Sherlock frowned as he watched John's reaction. He continued sipping his tea in thoughtful silence, eyebrows furrowed together once more. The frown deepened when he finally spoke. "Did my answer upset you?" He couldn't think of a reason why this would be true but his husband's body language was leaving him feeling a little confused.
"No. No, of course not." John swallowed a sip of tea too fast and grimaced when he felt it burn his throat. "I just...I feel horrible because I was your first...everything and I have never been able to say the same for you. It makes me feel inadequate." He lifted his gaze slowly from his tea. "I just feel bad, I guess. I feel like I can't do anything for you."
Sherlock scoffed and shook his head. "John, you have done everything for me." He finished off his tea contemplatively. "More than I think you realize," he added softly. It was true. If it weren't for John, he probably would have ended up on a very destructive path. He put his empty cup in the sink, leaned up off the counter and walked over to his husband. He pressed their foreheads together. "I owe you everything," he whispered before giving John a gentle kiss on the lips.
Oh. Well, that was good to hear. John returned the kiss with a bit of shock, setting his mug on the counter behind him. "I am glad, then. It makes me happy," he whispered with a bit of a blush. He was glad that he had done so much for his husband. It didn't feel like he had. "Does it worry you ever? The fact that we have sex so much now? You went from nothing to everything in six months or so."
Sherlock pursed his lips in thought. "It was bit overwhelming I guess at first, with having so much to learn. Not now though. Why, is it...not normal? We talk. Been working on our communication. Are you worried?" Sure they shagged a lot but he didn't feel like their relationship was based solely on sex. It held so much more meaning to him, but sometimes he just didn't know how to let John know.
"No, I am not worried about us at all." John laughed a bit. "It's just...you said one time that it worried you. You were afraid you were a sex addict. I know you were kidding." He shrugged and pressed the tips of their noses together. At least they were talking about it, this wasn't something they would have done earlier in their relationship. "I feel like I am pushing you a lot of the time because I think with my dick more than anything."
"Well, I guess I am…maybe…" Okay. Now Sherlock was worried. They did shag a lot and God did he enjoy it. Sex with John was better than any drug he had ever taken. Had he traded one addiction for another? He had just thought it was what normal couples did, not that he had anything to compare their relationship to. He managed to give his husband a small smile. "Believe me, you aren't pushing me into anything. Do you…" A pause of hesitation, "Do you think I am?"
The next question was expected and John flashed Sherlock a genuine smile. "No. I never think that. I am always excited to make love with you because it is amazing. You have never forced me into anything." He gave his husband a quick kiss. Talking. This felt so normal, even if the conversation was serious. He felt like they were talking about things they usually kept hidden. "And I think we have a pretty healthy sex life, to be honest. I don't think there's much wrong with it."
Sherlock smiled, wrapping his arms around John and kissing his husband on the lips gently. He kept their foreheads pressed together, certain no matter how many times or how long, he would never tire to the closeness they shared. "Okay, good. I thought so too, but I didn't have any data or experience to back it up. Although, per usual, I was right." He smirked at John, feeling rather pleased with himself.
"Oi." John laughed and returned the kiss. "I mean it. We try new things and you are so attentive to what my body wants, even without me realizing it. It is wonderful." He turned his head, pressing his nose into Sherlock's neck and taking a deep breath. "Even your Mum thinks so. She told me." He laughed into his husband's neck.
"So many others to try too," Sherlock whispered into his John's ear, nibbling on the lobe gently as he pressed into his partner's hips. God, he still wanted his husband. He pulled away with a twisted smirk. "Really? Well, I am glad my mother approves of our sexual ambitions." The smirk got bigger and he gave his husband a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," John replied breathlessly, his hips pressing forward without his consent. If Sherlock didn't stop teasing him he was going to go mad. "Liked after the wedding when we shagged in the bed and you had your pants on," he admitted ad he opened his mouth and sucked gentle to the right of Sherlock's Adam's apple.
Sherlock moaned and tilted his head so John could reach more of his neck. "Can't wait for tonight. For you to be inside of me. Want you so bad." He didn't care how desperate and needy he sounded right now. Christ, he was acting like they hadn't shagged the entire time on their honeymoon. He pressed into his husband once more, with a small moan.
If Sherlock didn't stop begging John was going to find a way to shag him. "Fuck," he gasped and bit down on his husband's neck. "Going to go slow and then suck you off." He curled a hand and dug his fingernails into Sherlock's side. This was getting him nowhere and all he could do was thrust forward like some desperate teenager. "Want you," he muttered.
Oh God. Biting. It was almost as glorious as having his hair pulled. Sherlock whimpered with desire. Shit. No matter how badly they both wanted to shag, nothing was happening. They should probably do something else so they wouldn't go mad from sexual frustration but he made no effort to stop it. He only encouraged it, by pressing back into John with the same earnest his husband was showing.
This was a horrible idea. They were in the kitchen, John was sitting on the counter and had Sherlock tugged between his legs. "This is the start to some trashy porno," he whispered against his husband's neck with a bit of a laugh. He didn't want it to stop, though. In Sherlock's mind, and even in a bit of his, this was a way of expressing how much love he possessed. The man didn't talk about it much. "Want me to bite you again?" He asked with a teasing smile, his tongue darting out to run across the pulse point of his husband's neck.
Porno? "I have never watched porn…is it any good?" Sherlock suddenly didn't care about the answer when he heard his husband's question. "Oh God yes. Please," he begged. This was getting them nowhere but he had absolutely no inclination to stop it and neither did John apparently. Hopefully once they were able to shag, they hadn't exhausted all of their energy on…this. Did this have a word? It was far beyond snogging and making out.
John opened his mouth but stopped short, his breath passing against Sherlock's neck. "Wait, you have never watched porn?" He pulled his head back curiously. "Ever? Not even once?" It shouldn't have surprised him but it did. Then again, most of the porn he watched was trashy and.. female. Did Sherlock know that? He blushed at the thought and averted his eyes to the floor. Shit.
Damn his curiosity for ruining this moment with John. Maybe it was for the best. Sherlock shook his head. "I was never interested in sex before, so there was no need to. I know that based off your Internet history you have, but I never investigated into it. Like I said, no interest. After we were together, there didn't seem to be any point either." He paused contemplatively for a moment. "Wouldn't it be like cheating, if I had?" He furrowed his brows in thought.
If John's stomach could drop out of his body he was fairly sure it would at this moment. Cheating? Shit, he had cheated a lot if tossing off to porn counted. The entire month after their wedding...Afghanistan. "Uh...is it really cheating, you think?" He asked nervously, lifting his eyes. Not to mention none of the porn he had watched had men in it. At all. "I think we might need to talk about this."