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This chapter has a warning for sex!
The two couples go to dinner before the dance. John drives Harry's car because Harry said she was having an evening in anyway.
"You look great, Olive," John tells her as they drive to school after dinner.
"You look upset," she replies.
John looks at her, confused. "Upset?"
"You've just been awfully quiet, that's all. I can't help but feel like you regret coming."
"What? No way! I just…" John sighs.
"Feel bad about leaving Sherlock."
John shrugs. "Can't help it, you know?"
Olive nods. "Well, when we get to the actual dance, you think you'll feel better? If not, we already got a photo for my parents, you can just take me elsewhere and you can go home."
"No, no," John says. "I'm sorry. I'm not wasting this evening. You got a dress, I got a suit, we're going."
Olive smiles.
John smiles at her.
In the backseat, Ellery is staring out the window and Declan is staring at her.
"You look beautiful," Declan chokes out.
Olive and John quiet so they can hear.
Ellery slowly turns to him. "Uhm…"
"Your dress," Declan clarifies. "It's, uhm…purple."
Ellery smiles. "I said it would be."
Declan chuckles.
Ellery grabs her purse from between them and opens it, then begins to adjust everything inside. "Oh, shoot," she mutters after a second.
"What?" Declan frantically asks.
"Nothing, it's just…there's a hole in my purse."
"Oh? I'm sorry."
"It's ok. All my stuff is going to fall out, though."
"Well, here," Declan says. "What do you need?"
"Phone, lip balm, uhm…"
Declan grabs her phone and her chapstick out of the purse and puts them in his jacket pocket. Then, he gets her inhaler for good measure. "How's that?"
Ellery just smiles at him.
John and Olive exchange a knowing smile.
When they get to the dance, they meet with Duke and his date.
"Where's Dane?" John asks after greetings.
Duke waves off in the direction of the school. "They left us. Whatever."
Jenny doesn't look happy about it, either.
They get in line to enter, and Ellery asks to go back to the car really fast.
"Why, are you ok?" Declan asks. "Do you need me to hold something else?"
"Oh, could you maybe, uhm..." Ellery bites her lip and slowly removes her glasses. She holds them out for Declan to take.
"What, you want me to wear them?"
She slightly smiles. "No, just hold them."
"Why? You've got to wear them."
She stares at the glasses in her hand and obviously looks uneasy. "You've said you like my glasses numerous times before. Do you have some sort of fetish or something?"
Everyone laughs.
Ellery glances at everyone in horror, as if she's forgotten they were there.
"No," Declan gets her attention again. He takes her hands and pushes them towards her body. "They're your glasses, they're part of your face. I don't want you to change that, and I definitely don't want my date falling all over everything all night."
Ellery puts her glasses back on.
"See? Beautiful," Declan says, holding his arm out for her to take.
Ellery blushes and takes his arm. Olive and John nearly squeal in delight behind them.
They finally get inside and to their table. The boys politely take the girl's coats and hang them on the back of their chairs, and when John sits, he finally checks his phone. He's got ten text messages from Sherlock.
From Sherlock Holmes (17:40) 040203?
From Sherlock Holmes (17:42) A date?
From Sherlock Holmes (17:50) in 2003, more specifically, February of 2003, we were seven. So the year we met, surely.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:01) The day we met.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:07) A password.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:14) oh John, you treat me so well.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:15) Taking David's case.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:20) Solved David's case.
From Sherlock Holmes (18:27) Taking Cecil's case next. Theft cases are always good.
From Sherlock Holmes (19:00) I love you, John.
John smiles at the last text. He replies.
To Sherlock Holmes I love you too, honey. See you later. I still expect you at my house.
He doesn't get a reply, not that he minds.
"Punch?" Olive asks.
"I'll get it," John offers, standing and stuffing his phone into his pocket. He makes his way over to the refreshments table and gets his and Olive's punch.
"John!" he hears as he's about to head back to Olive. He looks around and finds Lily approaching him.
"Oh, hello!" John cries, hugging Lily back when she practically attacks him.
"So glad you could make it! What do you think?" she gestures around the room.
"It's…lovely," he mutters, confused.
"I was in charge of decorating!" she tells him.
"Oh!" John cries. "Well, yes, very lovely."
"Where's Sherlock?" Lily asks, looking around.
John sighs. "He stayed home. I'm here with Olive Degas."
"Olive? Well, that's fun! Listen, I'm having an after party at my house. Hope you can come. And bring Sherlock!"
John nods, not wanting to deny the invitation.
"Harvey will find you later. I don't know where he went off to. Anyway, see you!" She leans over and kisses his cheek, then rushes away to greet a few other people.
John's about to make his way back to their table when someone bumps into him, making his punch slosh all over the face. "Ahh, hell," he mutters.
"Watch where you're going, Watson," he hears next to him.
He cringes and squeezes the cups in his hands when he recognizes Vince's voice. He swings around and glares.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Enjoying the dance. I ain't expelled yet."
John rolls his eyes and turns to walk away.
"Where's your freak, anyway? I'd love you say hello."
Just turns back to him. "You fucking-"
Olive grabs John's arm before he can throw a cup at Vince. "This arse bothering you, John?"
Vince bursts into laughter. "Got some sense, eh Watson? Swapped out your queer for this-"
"Don't you dare insult me, you piece of trash," Olive says. "I will kick your arse, Vince. Just like I did five years ago. "
Vince glares at her and takes a step back.
"Come on, John," Olive says, pulling at John's elbow.
"When did you kick his arse?" John curiously asks as they make their way back to the table.
"Five years ago," she repeats. "He grabbed my bum in the middle of class, so I punched him in the face. Kicked him in the ribs, too."
John laughs. "Did you get in trouble?"
Olive shakes her head. "Teacher was out of the room, and do you think he wanted to admit that a girl floored him?"
John laughs harder. "No, guess not."
Now John happily makes his way back to their table, and by then Brady and Jenna have arrived.
"Wow, Jenna, your dress is gorgeous!" John says in greeting.
"Thanks, John," Jenna says, smiling. "And look! New earrings! My dad bought me a new pair after I told him everything that happened with my old ones. Like?"
John examines the little blue elephants on her ears. "Adorable," he says.
Jenna smiles widely and sits back on her chair.
John greets Brady, and he's happy that Brady is happy all evening. Sure, he's with Jenna, one of the most beautiful girls in school, but John can't help but think he's happy because Sherlock isn't there.
Nonetheless, he enjoys his time with his best friend. He laughs when Brady, who has never done anything like this, dances like an idiot with Jenna. He smiles when Jenna plants kisses on his cheek, and he bursts with happiness when Brady wraps his arms around Jenna and kisses her lips. He thoroughly enjoys spending time with Brady that evening.
After dancing for a while, Olive observes that Declan isn't on the dance floor with them. John looks around and spots Declan and Ellery sitting at their table, deep in conversation. Declan looks at her as if she's all he sees, and Ellery looks at him like she's surprised he's there. It does make John sad, though, knowing Declan's probably the first boy to ever pay attention to such an amazing girl like Ellery.
John does miss Sherlock, though, so around nine, he leaves the building to call Sherlock.
"Yes?" Sherlock answers.
John smiles. "How's it going?"
"Fine. Cecil's case is a lot more complex than I previously thought."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he says items of his are being stolen, but there's not a pattern of items stolen or time of the thefts. They're on various days, and many different items."
"Did you talk to him already? Because I read that email, and—"
"Yes, he answered when I called. He's not at the dance, either."
John looks around. "Oh, I suppose not."
Sherlock doesn't say anything.
"So, I'll be heading out of here in about half an hour. Are you still going to my house?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Of course."
"Then, I will."
"Your dad isn't back yet?"
"Nope," Sherlock says. "Won't be until very late."
"Good," John says. "I've got to go. I'll see you soon."
"Goodbye," Sherlock says, then hangs up.
John returns to the dance and resumes dancing with his friends.
They all decide to leave at 9:30, because Ellery needs to be home by ten and they're hopeful there won't be much traffic.
As John and Olive make their way back to their table, Declan is standing and holding his hand out.
"Just one dance?" he asks Ellery.
Ellery bites her lips. "Uhm, sure…" She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet.
They get to the dance floor right as the song turns slow. Ellery places a hand on her side, in a respectful position, and takes her other hand.
John and Olive can't hear them, but John assumes he's asking Ellery if she's ever danced before, because she looks terribly clumsy at it. Declan takes it slow, easily guiding her around the floor.
Finally, Ellery smiles.
"Is it bad how much I want them to work out?" Olive mutters, also watching them.
"I do too. Declan's really trying."
"I can tell. As a girl, I can't help but not trust him, though. Let's hope he gives men a good name and treats her well."
"Oh, we're not all bad."
"No, just boys like Declan."
"Well," John mutters, "Like I said. He's trying."
Olive nods and silently watches the couple.
They all get into the car and don't speak the entire way to Ellery's house. The traffic is minimal, so they get there well before ten. Declan quickly jumps out of the car and rushes around to open her door.
"I'll walk you to the door," he says, helping her out.
John and Olive watch from the street.
"He needs to seal the deal," Olive says. "Just kiss her!"
"No! She'd flip! He's playing it cool."
Olive shakes her head.
They see Ellery take a scrap of paper out of her purse and hand it to Declan. He smiles widely and holds it in his hand, then they see him say goodbye. Ellery nervously bites her lip, then stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Then, she grabs her inhaler and rushes inside.
Declan practically flies to the car.
"I got her number, I got her number!" he sings, putting on his seatbelt.
"Well done, mate!" John says.
"Yeah, good job, Declan. Now just don't fuck it up."
Declan scowls. "I won't!"
They drop Olive off at her house next.
"Thanks John. I actually had a great time."
"Me too! Thanks for the invite."
Olive just pats his shoulder, then gets out of the car and rushes to the door.
On their way back, Declan says he can walk home. John nods and goes to his own home, and Sherlock's already there waiting on the front step.
Declan smirks as he gets out of the car. "You two have fun now," he says. "I'm going home."
"Not to Lily's party?" John wonders.
Declan shakes his head. "Nah, man. I had a great night, I want to go to bed this happy."
John pats his back. "See you later."
Declan begins down the street, walking backwards to still face them. He points at them and grins. "You two be careful."
Sherlock just rolls his eyes and rushes into the house when John unlocks the door.
"How is your case going?" John asks.
"Brilliantly," Sherlock replies, practically ripping his coat off.
John watches him and laughs. "Sherlock, relax. We have all night."
"My dad will be home at midnight. And if my mother is with him, she'll check on me."
"Oh, well," John says, crowding him close. "We have until 11:50."
Sherlock looks around the sitting room, as if someone is there watching them. "Where is Harry?"
John shrugs. "If she's here, she's in bed. Just keep it down a bit and we can do whatever you want."
Sherlock raises an eyebrow and visibly relaxes. "I need to keep it down?"
John nods and chuckles. He smiles against Sherlock's lips and kisses him lightly.
Sherlock pulls away after only a second and grabs John's hand. "Let's go, please?"
John just grins and lets Sherlock pull him upstairs.
John gets his coat and suit jacket off as soon as they get into his bedroom. Sherlock pulls at John's tie, which is already pretty loose.
He pulls the knot fully and the tie falls off. "Why is your tie practically undone?" Sherlock questions.
John chuckles. "Because it got hot at the dance and—"
Sherlock looms close and slowly sniffs John's neck. "I smell her," Sherlock says. "I smell her hands on you."
"Well, we did dance," John says, obviously not needing to hide anything.
Sherlock practically growls from low in his throat. "Mine," he whispers in John's ear.
John shivers. Sherlock's always, always been territorial, even when they were kids, but this is a new kind of territorial. John is his, in every sense of the word, and John happens to love it.
"Yours," John whispers back.
Sherlock pulls away and looks John in the eye. John can see his wide pupils and the red tinge to his skin.
They're standing in John's bedroom, still near the door, and they've hardly even kissed, but when John palms Sherlock's crotch, he finds Sherlock hot and heavy in his pants already. Sherlock huffs, pushing his hips into John's hand.
Now, they kiss. Sherlock dives in for a kiss so intense that the air leaves John's lungs. Sherlock pushes John over to his bed and John falls backwards, his legs hanging off the bed. Sherlock stands between his legs.
"Are you ready?" Sherlock asks, placing a hand on John's cheek.
John just looks up at him, miles and miles up it seems, and nods. He bites his lip, but Sherlock pulls with his thumb until John lets his lip go. Then, Sherlock leans down and bites John's lip himself.
"Ughhh," John sounds from the back of his throat.
"Say it," Sherlock demands. "Say that you're ready."
"I'm ready," John mutters. "I'm ready, Sherlock, I'm so ready."
Sherlock begins to unbutton John's shirt with John is still sitting back on his elbows. "Ready for what?"
John watches as his own skin peeks through the shirt. He swallows roughly, "Ready for you to fuck me."
"I don't want to just fuck you, John," Sherlock says, pushing the sides of John's shirt apart. "I want to devour you." Sherlock leans over and sucks at John's right nipple.
"God—" John sighs. "Yes, Sherlock…"
"I want to consume you," Sherlock says this time, kissing his way to John's other nipple.
John just pants and throws his head back, unable to do anything else at all.
"What I want, John," Sherlock takes hold of John's head. "Is to be inside of you," he says, thrusting his tongue into John's mouth and conveying to John what he'd like to do.
Within three minutes after that, they're both naked and stretched out on the bed. Sherlock gets the lube from John's bedside table, where he'd left it after last time, and continues to kiss John passionately.
"Come on," John says after a while. "Come on, Sherlock…"
Sherlock nods and kisses John one more time, then gets on his knees to sit between John's legs. John's spread out for him and Sherlock leans over to kiss his stomach, then knees, then back up to his mouth.
When Sherlock sits back again, he grabs the lube.
"You look good there, baby," John says, nodding at Sherlock's erection.
Sherlock grins, rubbing the lube around his hand to warm it. "As do you, my love."
John blushes, but Sherlock continues to smile.
Sherlock is just as gentle as he was the first time he'd fingered John, if not a little bit more eager. Since John knows what to expect, he begs for Sherlock to go quicker, but Sherlock stays at a careful pace. Sherlock is also cautious of rubbing John's prostate, so he focuses on only stretching John.
Finally, after what seems like hours later, John tells Sherlock he's ready.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asks, scissoring and spreading his fingers inside John to stretch him more.
John frantically nods. "If your cock doesn't get in me in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to cry."
Sherlock can't help but laugh. "I don't do well with you crying."
"Then get up here and fuck me like you mean it," John demands.
"Your demanding voice gets me hot, John," Sherlock jokingly says. "But I think I'm going to need a little bit more convincing."
John bites his lip. "Sherlock…" he moans, beginning to move his hips in an up-and-down motion. "Oh, Sherlock…"
Sherlock watches, mesmerized. He begins to wonder how amazing John thrusting on top of him will look, but he wants to be on top of John first. He kisses John's stomach again while pulling his fingers out.
John rubs lube onto Sherlock. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he feels how hard Sherlock is. "I need you," John whispers. "I need you, now, please?"
Sherlock just nods, now getting on top of John. He settles one forearm on the bed next to John's shoulder, his fingers in John's hair. "Are you ok?" he asks.
"Yes," John says, knowing Sherlock wants to actually hear it. "I'm ok."
Sherlock nods again and kisses John lovingly. "I love you," he whispers when he pulls away.
"I know, baby," John says. "I love you, too."
Sherlock takes a deep breath and reaches down for his cock, lining it up against John's hole. John bites his lip as Sherlock slowly pushes, the first impact making them both shutter with sensitivity.
"Feels good," John mutters, breathless. "Right there, against my hole, it—"
Sherlock nods in agreement, but he continues to push.
"Ahh, geez!" John groans. "That feels better, oh my—"
John doesn't tell him to stop, and Sherlock knows he would if it hurt or was too uncomfortable, so Sherlock takes the lack of as permission to continue. He pushes slowly, pulling minutely out to thrust back in, and soon he's completely surrounded by John's body.
"How is that?" Sherlock asks, his other hand going to John's face.
"Amazing," John says. "Amazing, Sherlock, I—" he cuts himself off by kissing Sherlock. When he dips his tongue into Sherlock's mouth, they become one; a complete circle.
After many long seconds that seem eternal, John digs his heels into Sherlock's bum and locks his legs around Sherlock's waist.
"Thrust, baby," John whispers. "Please?"
Sherlock licks at John's mouth again, then pulls his cock halfway out before thrusting back in. John groans loudly in delight, Sherlock hitting his prostate on the first try.
"Ssshh!" Sherlock whispers, kissing John again. But he doesn't let up, he thrusts again and again and again until he's got a slow, easy rhythm.
John nearly bites his tongue, but he just continues to moan with every thrust from Sherlock.
Sherlock leaves off John's mouth and dives in to his neck, licking and sucking on every inch of John's neck he can reach. John scratches his back and grabs his bum.
"You can make noise," John says into Sherlock's ear.
Sherlock shakes his head, then pumps up the tempo and thrusts into John only a little bit harder. He pulls up onto his elbows above John for more leverage.
"Touch your cock," Sherlock whispers, though his voice sounds strained. "Please, I want to—" he cuts himself off with a low groan.
John reaches between them and grabs his cock roughly, stroking as well as he can in time with Sherlock's magnificent thrusts. "God, so good, love, so perfect," John moans, his head falling back against the pillow. His hips begin to squirm and he meets each of Sherlock's thrusts. "I'm going to—"
Sherlock licks John's neck again, right at a spot that he knows John loves, and right then John begins to come all over his stomach. Sherlock stills to feel the pulsing of John around his cock, and seconds later he comes deep inside John for the first time.
Their breathing seems to take forever to slow, but when it finally does, Sherlock pulls out and falls off John with a deep sigh.
"Oh my god," John mutters, as if shocked.
Sherlock quickly looks at him. "What?!"
"Why haven't we been doing that this entire time?"
Sherlock laughs, breathless. "Good?"
"Fucking brilliant," John says. He looks at Sherlock. "What about for you?"
Sherlock doesn't say anything, he just leans over and kisses John slowly.
"So…good?" John asks when they pull apart.
Sherlock just smiles.
They silently lay in the bed for long minutes. John gets tissue and cleans up as much as he can, then climbs back into the bed with Sherlock. "You've still got a while before your parents get home," John says, checking his phone for the time.
"Oh, I lied about that."
John stares at him. "What?"
"They've left town. They said they trusted me to be home alone, so they went to god-knows-where. Won't be back until tomorrow."
"So…you lied because…"
"Because I wanted to get you into bed quicker."
John laughs. "Prick."
"It worked, didn't it?"
John shakes his head, still laughing. "So you're staying over?"
Sherlock shrugs. "If you'll have me."
John attacks him and wraps his arms around Sherlock. Sherlock turns onto his side to let John press against his back. They get into a comfortable position and fall silent.
After a few minutes, when John thinks Sherlock is asleep, Sherlock whispers, "I'm so happy right now, John."
John nuzzles the back of Sherlock's head. "I am too, Sherlock."
"No, I mean…" Sherlock sighs. "I just love you so much, and I know I should worry about school, and my brother, and my parent's relationship, and growing up, but…" Sherlock takes a deep breath. "You're all I need."
John props himself up and pushes Sherlock half onto his back. He pushes Sherlock's hair out of his eyes and kisses his forehead. "You're all I need too, Sherlock. And I'm not going anywhere, ever. Alright?"
Sherlock nods. "Alright."
John kisses his lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
John resumes his position behind Sherlock, and he strokes Sherlock's side and arm. In minutes he feels Sherlock's body slump with sleep, so he follows Sherlock and joins him in dreams.