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warning this chapter for sex. Which is alright, right?
Edit: the story started over in the middle When I uploaded it earlier. It's edited and fixed. Thanks and sorry!
The rest of the week passes slowly. Clement convinces Sherlock to not take any more cases until Sherlock's school work is caught up with, telling Sherlock that it doesn't do any good to be behind within the first five days back. Sherlock reluctantly accepts, so John keeps the case away from Sherlock.
On Saturday, the boys get together to write their research papers. They set up on John's bedroom floor on their stomachs facing each other with their laptops and books to try to write.
John flies by his. It's an anatomy research paper, and John has always expressed how much he likes this type of science. Unfortunately, the bones and joints mean almost nothing to Sherlock, for he is all about biology and chemistry. Safely popping a shoulder back into place? John's area. Using two substances to create an explosion? Sherlock's.
Sherlock gives up early as John is typing away on his laptop. Sherlock sighs loudly and turns onto his back, grabbing the Rubik's Cube Dane and Duke gave him out of his backpack.
"Finished?" John asks.
"Oh, yeah," Sherlock mutters.
John flips Sherlock's laptop towards him and finds the Word document empty. Google isn't even open.
"Finished, alright."
"I don't understand why I need to write this paper. I'm not going into a field of study that requires much anatomy, if I go into any field of study."
"What if you've got a case one day that requires you to know anatomy, huh? What if solving a case depends on finding a person's clavicle?"
"I highly doubt any killers in the future are going to steal a hip bone, John."
John stares at him in disbelief. "A clavicle is the collar bone, genius. A pelvis is the hip bone."
Sherlock waves a hand, dismissing the correction.
"This is the solar system all over again, isn't it?"
Sherlock sighs and rolls his eyes. "I don't need to know where Mars is and I certainly don't need to know what a clavicle is."
"It'll be really useful one day—"
"You're just going to get just as frustrated as you were when you were trying to teach me about how the Sun spins—"
"Maybe if you'd just listen to me, you'd know that the planets—"
"I still have a scar on my knee from when you pushed me off my bike, you know?"
"I wouldn't have pushed you off your bike if you hadn't shouted at me that my instructions were completely useless."
"You should have just let it go."
"You shouldn't have called me stupid."
Sherlock tilts his head up to look at John. John is staring back down at him like, 'I will win this argument.'
"Well," Sherlock continues. "You're not stupid anymore."
"Thank you."
Sherlock directs his attention back at the Rubik's Cube and fiddles with it.
They're silent for long minutes after. John types away at his computer, feeling prideful that his paper is coming along quite nicely, and Sherlock pretends that he doesn't need to do his paper. He plays with the stupid toy he has and eventually gets frustrated with it.
He replaces the toy with his phone and checks his email. None new, not that he expected anything. He hoped that maybe some kids would try to track down his personal email, seeing as how he hasn't responded to many work emails, but none have. He frowns and sends a text instead.
Well, he sends five texts. One to every person he talks to regularly enough that receiving a text wouldn't be weird. One goes to Mycroft, one to John, one to Declan, one to Duke (who he has had a few text conversations with), and one to his cousin Nora.
"Bored." is all they say.
He frowns when nobody replies instantly. He hears John's phone vibrate in his pocket, but he can also hear that John doesn't bother to check it.
He scowls, annoyed that John ignored his text. He gets up off of his back and crawls over to John, then climbs on top of John and sprawls himself across John's back.
John chuckles. "What are you doing?"
Sherlock rests his forehead on John's shoulder. "Bored."
John reaches up and ruffles Sherlock's hair. "Mmm," he mutters. "Your hair smells good."
Sherlock lifts his head and digs his nose into John's hair. "You smell good, too."
John laughs when Sherlock continues to sniff his head, down to his neck. "Tickles, love."
Sherlock just hums a response, then licks the nape of John's neck.
John huffs out a breath and lets his head fall forward. "Feels good," he mutters.
Sherlock doesn't respond, instead spreading his wet kisses and licks all over the parts of John's neck that he can reach. John lifts his head to allow Sherlock more room when Sherlock gets to his pulse point.
John groans then.
"I don't know why we're wasting time clothed when nobody's here," Sherlock whispers hot against John's ear. He traces the rim of Sherlock's ear with his tongue. "There's so much more of you I could be…tasting…"
"I don't know if Harry's coming to town," John whispers.
"Mycroft has been in the house while we were having sex, I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind."
John can't help but laugh. "Still a bit awkward."
Sherlock shrugs. He kisses John's neck again, then slowly begins to kiss down John's back.
Even through his t-shirt, John can feel Sherlock's hot breath. As Sherlock nears the small of his back, John lifts his stomach off the ground so Sherlock can pulls his shirt up, revealing his skin. John nearly jumps when he feels a kiss against the line of his jeans. Then Sherlock disappears a moment, and John feels Sherlock bite his bum.
John laughs. "Sherlock!"
Sherlock runs his hands up John's sides, lifting John's shirt as he goes. He straddles John's hips once again, leaning forward and breathing in John's ear.
Sherlock thrusts his hips once, pressing his erection against John and sighing in John's ear. "John…"
"Oh, god…" John mutters.
Sherlock's hands wrap around his chest; his fingers find John's nipples. "John, I want to try something…" he whispers, still thrusting his hips against John.
John groans, breathless at the feeling and the thought of Sherlock rutting against him. "Ok…" is all John can say.
Sherlock sits up on John's hips and trails his hands down John's body again. His hands stop at John's arse and he can't help squeezing the flesh under John's jeans and pumping his hips again, imagining thrusting in and out of John.
And then he's gone.
"Up," he mutters.
Before John can even get his head on and get off the floor, Sherlock's got his shirt off and is working on his jeans. John finally gets up and Sherlock grabs his shirt to rip it off for him.
Finally, they're both undressed, and Sherlock is gently pushing John to the bed. John lays down, on his back, and Sherlock leans over to kiss him.
"Be right back," Sherlock whispers against John's lips.
Confused, John props himself up on his elbows to watch Sherlock go to his bathroom.
He returns seconds later with a tube of lubricant.
"Where the hell did you get that?" John questions.
"Under your sink," Sherlock answers. "I hid it there a few days ago."
John chuckles and Sherlock gets onto the bed. He climbs over John, pausing to kiss John passionately while on top of John. John's hips involuntarily thrust up, his cock rubbing against Sherlock's.
"Hurry…" John begs, and Sherlock gets off of him to lay at his side. "How…"
Sherlock bites his lip in thought, gazing at John's body. He wants to do it in every way, in every position he's read about: John on his back with his legs over Sherlock's shoulders; John on his front with his legs spread, slightly bent at the knee and Sherlock between his legs; on their sides so Sherlock is laying behind John—
"Like this," Sherlock says. He slips his hand between John's thighs and pushes them apart. He grins when John complies.
"Oh…" John mutters.
Sherlock looks up at his face, seeing a slight rosy tinge to his cheeks. He smiles again and leans up to kiss John gently. "I'll be careful," he whispers, kissing John's neck and chest.
"I showered before you got here," John says as Sherlock pulls at his thigh again.
"I know, I can tell," Sherlock says, licking John's nipple.
John sighs and Sherlock grins.
Sherlock finally gets up to move between John's spread legs. He rests down again, his left arm over John's right leg. John's other leg is moved out of the way to allow room for Sherlock's shoulder and other arm.
"Alright?" Sherlock wonders.
"Fine," John says.
Sherlock presses a kiss to the inside of John's left thigh. "I love you."
"I love you too," John says.
Sherlock props himself up to pour some lube on his fingers. He gets a healthy amount, making sure it's enough, and immediately rubs it against John's hole.
John hisses.
Sherlock looks up at his face. "Hurt?"
John shakes his head. "Cold."
Sherlock nods in understanding, then continues to gently rub it against John. It warms thanks to John's skin, and John relaxes.
"There you go…" Sherlock whispers, lightly pressing his finger into the tiny hole.
"Oh…." John sounds, as if shocked.
Sherlock counts it as a good 'oh', because John doesn't stop him when he presses in more.
"Alright?" Sherlock asks, now slowly pulling his finger out to push it back in.
"Fine. Doesn't hurt as much as I thought," John admits. A bit breathless, he continues, "I thought it was going to be awful, honestly, but—"
Sherlock licks up John's cock and John lets out a deep groan. Sherlock pushes his finger back into John, all the way to the hilt. John reaches for Sherlock's shoulder and squeezes.
"Good?" Sherlock asks.
John just nods.
Sherlock grins and continues. He pumps his finger gently in and out of John, making John gasp with each reentry. He licks at John's cock some more, then sucks one of John's balls into his mouth.
"Oh Christ, Sherlock," John grans. "I'm going to come already."
"Not yet," Sherlock says, taking his tongue off of John and focusing on his finger. "One more finger, can you do that?"
John nods. "Yeah…please, Sherlock…"
Sherlock bites his lip hard as he joins his middle finger with the first. John groans loudly, his fingernails digging into Sherlock's skin. Sherlock's own erection throbs so hard that it hurts.
"I want to fuck you, John…" Sherlock says.
"I want you to, Sherlock…" John begs. "Please..."
Sherlock bites his lip harder, the urge to pull his fingers out and shove his cock in growing. He pushes it away, reasoning with himself that he's not ready.
"Oh, please, Sherlock…" John begs again. "Sherlock…"
Sherlock licks his lips and takes the head of John's cock in his mouth, at the same time swirling his fingers around in search of the little cluster of nerves inside John. He sucks John as well as he can while concentrating on John's prostate.
Of course there isn't an extensive search online for this particular topic, meaning there isn't a video of where exactly to find it. And Sherlock's lack of anatomy leaves him a bit—
John groans loudly and arches off the bed.
Sherlock wants to grin, finding John's prostate, but John continues to moan and grabs Sherlock's hair. Sherlock doesn't mind, he's quickly finding that he quite likes his hair being pulled, but he doesn't have time to think about it before John mutters, "Oh god, Sherlock…I'm—" and he feels John's come flood the back of his throat.
Sherlock stills as John practically holds his head down, forcing his cock as deep into Sherlock's mouth as Sherlock can take it, but Sherlock actually likes it. When John's body finally sags and John's breathing begins to slow, Sherlock gently pulls his fingers out and lets John's cock go.
"Sherlock," John moans again, running his hand through Sherlock's hair and pulling him by the base of his skull. Sherlock follows John's instruction and climbs up John's body until his mouth can reach John's and John can reach his cock.
The first touch makes Sherlock's toes curl, which is exactly what he needs. John strokes him firmly and grabs his plump behind while Sherlock kisses him roughly. Sherlock pushes harder into John's hand and in short minutes comes on John's stomach.
Sherlock presses his forehead against John's as their breathing returns to normal.
"Fuck, baby…" John sighs. "You're so good, I love you so much."
"I love you, John," Sherlock replies.
They breathe against each other for minutes before John complains about the mess on his stomach. He gets up and goes to the shower again. Sherlock follows to clean himself up.
"It didn't hurt?" Sherlock calls over the loud spray.
"No," John says. "I thought it would, but it doesn't."
"Good," Sherlock mutters. He leaves the bathroom when he feels clean once again, then gets his pants on and waits for John.
John returns minutes later and grins at Sherlock. "I feel amazing," he says, falling face first onto his bed.
Sherlock snuggles up to his side and kisses his cheek. "Let's take a nap," he says. "I didn't sleep much last night."
John shakes his head, but his eyes close in protest. "We need to do our research papers."
"Can I write mine about your arse?" Sherlock asks.
John snorts out a laugh. "What?! No!"
"Then I still don't care about anatomy," Sherlock honestly says.
John continues to laugh. "Alright. Half an hour, k? Then we need to get to work."
"Alright," Sherlock says, kissing John again.
They wake an hour later, because neither of them bothered to set an alarm. They feel refreshed, and John feels ready to work.
After making lunch, they return to John's bedroom and resume their same positions from earlier.
Sherlock receives text messages back hours after he sent them. His phone vibrates and he eagerly fishes it out of his pocket, excited for distraction.
From Declan Holmes Where are you?
To Declan Holmes John's. Working on our anatomy research papers.
From Declan Holmes I'm about to start. Can I join?
Sherlock looks up at John, who is viciously typing away at his laptop.
"John?"
"Hmm?"
"Can Declan come over?"
John looks up over his laptop. "Huh?"
Sherlock shrugs. "He asked if he could join."
"Oh, uh, sure. I don't mind if you don't."
Sherlock nods and tells Declan that he can join.
Declan arrives ten minutes later, and by then Sherlock is distracted from his paper because Duke texts him back. He starts talking to Duke about what he's doing and Duke says he's doing the same, trying to avoid actually doing it. Sherlock finds that he and Duke may have more in common than he previously thought.
John and Declan finish their papers before dinner, so the three head back to the Holmes residence for their meal. They talk to Clement about their papers, and Sherlock gets scolded for not doing his. Since the reports are due on Friday, Clement tells Sherlock he can't do anything to do with John or a case until he does it, and if it's not finished come time to turn it in, Sherlock's grounded for two more weeks. Sherlock just frowns and picks at his food, and John holds his hand under the table.
John offers a few words of encouragement as he leaves, but Sherlock just pouts.
"You can finish it all by tomorrow and I'll give you a new case," John tries.
Sherlock shrugs.
"Your dad will gladly help you. I'll Skype with you, only to help. And Declan seems to grasp it pretty well. You can do it, love."
Sherlock shrugs again.
John sighs. He places a hand on Sherlock's cheek and lifts Sherlock's face to him. "It'll be ok, Sherlock. You can do it. Put that brilliant mind to work, yeah?"
Sherlock nods. "Ok, John."
"You can get a new case when you're finished. Two, even. Ok?"
Sherlock nods.
"I had a really, really good day with you, love. Please don't be upset and ruin it."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. You can do it, alright? Just don't get grounded. I can't stand the thought of waiting three weeks to feel your fingers again."
Sherlock blushes and cracks a smile.
"Maybe you can feel mine next time."
Sherlock smiles wider.
"Like that, love?" John asks, rubbing his nose against Sherlock's.
"I do," Sherlock says, kissing John.
John pulls away first. "I've got to go, love. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?"
Sherlock nods. "Ok."
John kisses him one more time, then lets him go. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
John blows a kiss as he starts down the sidewalk, and Sherlock returns inside