A/N: Hello Dears, I see you all survived the last chapter. Just a reminder this is the last purely happy chapter, because Reichenbach starts next week. Break out the tissues and be ready to hate me, my Gatiss tendencies had nothing to stop them.

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Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, that credit goes to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and the man who originally created Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Without them this story would not exist.

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Sherlock was stretched out on the couch with nothing but a sheet draped over his lower half. He was bored but it was too hot to do any of his experiments. It was an unusually warm summer day that had 221B unbearably hot.

Sherlock was detailing all the reasons he hated the heat and storing them in a weather related room in his mind palace, when he heard the door close and John swearing as he stripped his light jacket off.

"Sherlock, did you even think to open the windows?" John asked as he crossed the room to throw the windows open.

"Like it would make a difference" Sherlock said petulantly.

"You'd be surprised at the difference a breeze could make" John replied.

Sherlock happened to look up at John just as the short blonde was stripping off his shirt and wiping the sweat off his forehead. Sherlock made a note in his mind palace that when it was hot John didn't wear a shirt and stored it in a suite dedicated to all things John. Sherlock licked his lips subconsciously, watching the former army doctor disappear into the kitchen before coming out a few moments later sucking on a popsicle.

John smirked when he looked over at Sherlock who was watching him intently. He licked the popsicle slowly to gage Sherlock's reaction, noting how the genius' eyes went wide and licked his lips. John sucked on the tip of the frozen treat which elicited an involuntary shiver in Sherlock.

John continued to stand there and eat the popsicle seductively as his own revenge to coming home to find Sherlock completely naked save a sheet that barely covered his lower half.

A few moments later Sherlock let out a strangled "John."

John's smirk grew and he looked over to Sherlock licking the popsicle one last time before asking "Yes Sherlock?"

"Please tell me you're doing that on purpose" Sherlock whined.

"Whatever do you mean?" John asked feigning innocence, sucking on the popsicle once more.

"Jaaawwwn" Sherlock whined, neediness in his tone. John chuckled, went over to the couch and straddled Sherlock; still sucking on the frozen treat.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his hands coming to rest on John's hips. This caused John to chuckle again, but he took the popsicle out of his mouth and held it before Sherlock's lips. The genius opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the red cherry flavored popsicle. John bit his lower lip as he watched Sherlock, his left hand rubbing up and down the genius' chest.

Sherlock saw John's eyes darken with lust and he grinned releasing the popsicle from his lips. John then took the frozen flavored ice away from Sherlock's lips and trailed it down the taller man's chest. Sherlock hissed at the sudden cold, quickly grabbing John's right wrist with the melting popsicle in hand and pulled it away from his chest.

John grinned slyly then lowered his head to Sherlock's chest licking up the sticky red trail the popsicle had left behind. Sherlock moaned and the hand around John's wrist tightened causing the blonde to drop the popsicle on the floor.

John looked at the melting mess on the floor briefly, "Oh pity, I was enjoying that."

He looked back at Sherlock and saw the undisguised lust in the dark haired genius' eyes. He smiled and bent his head down to Sherlock's, capturing his lips with his own.

Sherlock growled and kissed back hungrily, his hand releasing John's in favor of running it over the doctor's toned chest and shoulders. Sherlock's right hand moved up John's neck and into the blonde's hair. He pulled slightly, causing John to gasp and giving him the opportunity to snake his tongue into the other man's mouth.

John ground his hips downward, needing friction against his aching cock. Sherlock broke away from John briefly before kissing down the blonde's jaw and biting his neck.

John was panting in Sherlock's ear as the dark haired genius was sucking on his neck. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what turned John on the quickest and biting had been one of those things.

John's hand had wormed its way between them and moved the sheet covering Sherlock to reveal the genius' own rock hard erection already leaking. He wrapped his fingers around the genius' stiff member and started stroking it, twisting slightly at the base and swiping his thumb over the head.

Sherlock moaned and released John's neck, tipping his head back against the couch cushions panting. John was rutting into Sherlock's leg in time with the movements of his hand, but the friction wasn't quite enough.

Sherlock whined when all of a sudden John's hand wasn't wrapped around his aching cock, but soon understood why. He looked down and saw the blonde unbuttoning his jeans, Sherlock quickly helping remove the offending clothing.

His help was rewarded when John took both of their erections in his hand and started stroking them at a moderately fast pace. Sherlock arched up into the touch, his hands scratching down John's back.

Sherlock captured John's lips in a sloppy kiss, already feeling an orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. The blonde doctor knew exactly how to quickly unravel the genius. A few moments later Sherlock was shouting as he came all over his stomach and John's fist.

While riding out the waves of his orgasm, Sherlock hardly noticed John reach his own and slowly stroking their softening cocks to prolong the pleasure.

John kept himself from collapsing on top Sherlock, panting as he pressed his forehead against Sherlock's.

Sherlock tilted his head up and captured John's lips in a lazy kiss. John returned it for a few moments before pulling back slightly, his lips hovering above Sherlock's.

"We should probably get cleaned up."

"Care to join me for a shower?" Sherlock asked a mischievous glint in his eyes.

John groaned because he knew what that shower entailed, but he didn't say no. Instead John got up and kicked his jeans and pants off his legs. He grabbed Sherlock's outstretched hand and pulled the genius up.

Hand in hand the two men hurried down the hall to the bathroom before Mrs. Hudson decided to investigate the noise they had been making earlier.