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this chapter's got a warning for sex.

The next day goes by slowly because both boys are so eager to be able to spend the night together. Nothing exciting happens all day, and it doesn't even bother Sherlock that Olive disappears during lunch instead of eating with them like she had been since the week after Valentine's Day.

Once school ends, the boys race out to the car and Clement drives them to John's so he can pick up his overnight bag. Then, they go shopping for dinner supplies with Clement. Sherlock holds John close and protectively the entire time, but there is no incident and they don't see John's dad.

Clement goes to bed earlier than usual, and Sherlock knows it's because he doesn't want to be up when the boys excuse themselves to bed early. After last night's 'time management' discussion, Sherlock's surprised Clement didn't go to bed right after dinner.

John, Sherlock, and Declan remain on the sofa watching television after Clement leaves.

"So," Declan starts after a few minutes. "My dad's taking me to New York this weekend for Brook's birthday. He said you can go too, if you want. I'm leaving Friday and returning late Sunday."

"Hmm," Sherlock sounds. "I'll think about it."

"Do that," Declan says. "I'm going to bed, too. Goodnight."

Sherlock and John mutter their goodnights, and Declan climbs up the stairs.

Sherlock turns to John. "Well? Bed?"

John slowly smiles. "Sure, babe."

Sherlock leans over and kisses him quickly, then pulls John off the sofa and up the stairs.

They get ready for bed, brushing their teeth and flossing.

"Do you need to shower?" John asks.

Sherlock shakes his head. "I shower in the morning."

"You do?"

"You've seen my hair if I go to bed with it wet. It gets all…fluffy."

John chuckles. "Right. Well, I usually shower at night. So I'll probably do that really quickly."

"Did you want to have sex first?" Sherlock bluntly asks.

John chuckles. "I don't know. Do you?"

Sherlock shrugs. "It's still quite early, but…" Sherlock sighs, disappointed. "I still haven't written that report we have due tomorrow."

John drops his arms and looks at Sherlock. "Sherlock!"

"I know, I know! I just don't want to!"

"You get in there and do it now. I'm taking a shower."

Sherlock frowns. "Okay."

John shakes his head and starts taking his clothes off. "Go."

Sherlock watches him shimmy out of his jeans and pants, then pull his t-shirt over his head. Sherlock steps closer and presses his body against John's.

"I can stay up later to do my report—"

John presses a hand to Sherlock's chest and pushes him away. "Nope. I'm not having sex with you until you finish that report."

"And if I never finish it?"

"Well, you're going to live a long and celibate life now, aren't you?"

Sherlock frowns.

John kisses him lightly, then goes to the shower. "Go!"

"Fine!" Sherlock cries, stomping away.

Sherlock gets on his computer and messes around the entire time John is in the shower. He doesn't even open the book he's supposed to be writing about until he hears John turn off the shower. Then, he scrambles to get a paragraph out before John enters the room.

He fails. John walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist while Sherlock's barely typing the third word.

"Sherlock!"

"I'll stay up late!"

"I want to go to bed!" John whines.

Sherlock nods at his bed. "Go ahead."

John rolls his eyes. "Maybe I'll go sleep in Mycroft's room."

"No!" Sherlock cries, practically jumping out of his chair. He wraps his arms around John. "Don't go."

John hugs him back. "I won't. But if you keep me awake, I'm kicking you out."

Sherlock smiles. "Deal."

John pulls back to kiss him deeply, and he smacks Sherlock's hands away when Sherlock tries to get his towel off.

"Off," John demands. "I forgot my pants out here."

Sherlock lets him go, but he watches as John drops the towel and slips his pants on. He licks his lips and takes a step towards John.

"Don't."

Sherlock frowns and steps back again.

"Paper, now."

Sherlock nods and goes back to his desk.

John steps behind him and places his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. "I love you so much," he says, kissing the back of Sherlock's head. "If you get this done," he whispers into Sherlock's hair, "I'll have sex with you before school."

Sherlock grins, then flips open his book to the exact page he needs.

"Hey," John says, slipping into bed. "Where's your dog?"

Sherlock points to the bed. "He's underneath. I don't know why, he likes sleeping down there sometimes."

John peers over the edge, and Mystery pokes his head out to lick John's face. John laughs, then gets back up onto his pillow and falls asleep almost instantly.

Sherlock takes his time working on his paper, knowing he's got all night. It only has to be two pages long, but it's a book report about a book he's never read. He reads the summary three times, absorbing enough of the plot to basically deduce the rest of the story. This helps him work faster, and before he knows it he's got a whole page done.

He checks the clock. It's already midnight and John's been asleep for an hour. He turns around to look at John, who is gently snoozing in his bed. John's in my bed, Sherlock thinks. He frowns. And I'm not.

Sherlock saves his page of work and goes to the bed, taking his clothes off as he goes. He was wearing pajamas, but he climbs into the bed wearing only pants.

He gets right on top of John and kisses his sleepy mouth.

"John," Sherlock whispers against his lips. He kisses John's cheek, jaw, neck, and whispers in John's ear. "Wake up?"

Unfortunately, Sherlock knows it takes more than that to get John up. So, he dips his tongue into John's ear and moans.

John jumps awake. "Hmm? Sherlock?"

Sherlock licks at his neck.

John wraps his arms around Sherlock. He rubs Sherlock's back and turns his head to look up at Sherlock.

"Done with your paper?" he asks, his speech slurred with sleep.

Sherlock shakes his head. "Almost."

John's hands trail down to Sherlock's pants, where he dips his hands inside to cup Sherlock's bum. "I told you to finish your paper."

"You look too good in my bed."

John doesn't say anything, he just reaches up to capture Sherlock's lips with his own.

Sherlock gets the lube from his bathroom while John gets his pants off.

"Hurry up," John says. "Before I fall asleep again."

Sherlock chuckles as he reenters his bedroom. "I'm not above having sex with your sleeping body."

"That's weird, Sherlock."

Sherlock shrugs and gets his pants off, then climbs on top of John again.

He prepares himself quickly while kissing John to keep John awake. John does his part by rubbing his hands all over Sherlock's sensitive skin and whispering how much he loves Sherlock.

When Sherlock is ready, he slicks John up and slides John into his own arse, and they both pause to catch their breath.

Sherlock reaches down the bed and pulls the duvet over them, so they're cocooned in the blanket. John wraps his arms around Sherlock again as Sherlock begins to rock.

"Oh, fuck yeah…" John whispers.

Sherlock groans in agreement, burying his face in John's neck and breathing deeply against John's skin.

John scratches at Sherlock's back when Sherlock picks up the pace. He begins to thrust his hips up, meeting Sherlock with each reentry.

"Yes, baby, mmm…" John sighs.

"Oh, John…" Sherlock moans.

John bites at Sherlock's lip, then grabs Sherlock's hips to hold him up higher so he can thrust up into Sherlock hard.

Sherlock's mouth opens wide and he tries not to yell out in pleasure. John smoothes his hands over Sherlock's sides and continues to thrust hard, his cock hitting Sherlock's prostate perfectly each time. Sherlock bites his own lip to keep from crying out, but when John grabs his cock without warning, a loud sound escapes him.

"Ssshhh!" John cries, but he doesn't slow his thrusts.

Sherlock whines between his teeth, and a second later he comes on John's stomach. John slams up into him hard, his cock feeling every bit of Sherlock pulsing around him. He has no choice but to come, biting back his own loud moan of pleasure.

Sherlock slumps against John when his body relaxes. John's cock slips out, then John pushes the duvet away so it doesn't get messy.

John wraps his arms tight around Sherlock. "You ok?"

"Tired."

"Nope," John says. "Get up. Report."

Sherlock groans.

"It could be done had you not decided to jump me in my sleep."

"Nobody is supposed to look sexy while they sleep," Sherlock argues.

John laughs. "I wasn't trying to look sexy."

"You don't try to look sexy while you chew on a pen during math class either."

"I don't chew on my pens."

"Yes you do," Sherlock tells him. "And you look sexy as you do so."

John laughs again. "You think everything I do is sexy."

"Ahh," Sherlock says, lifting his head to look down at John. "So I do."

John reaches up to kiss him. "I think you're sexy too, baby."

Sherlock smiles. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," John says. "Do you know what's really sexy?" He pulls Sherlock's head down to reach his ear with lips.

"Hmm?"

John whispers in his ear, "A good grade in literature."

Sherlock chuckles and sits up on John's hips. "Fine."

John rubs Sherlock's sides. "I love you."

Sherlock leans down and kisses John's lips. "I love you, too."

After cleaning up, John falls asleep almost instantly. Sherlock retreats back to the computer, where he spends the next two hours writing one page. The page actually only takes him half an hour to write, but he got caught up doing research for a new experiment first. Plus, he spent time searching Olive's Facebook for any clues as to who she is seeing. He finds none, so he quickly writes the page and returns to bed by two fifteen in the morning.

John gets up at six the next morning, his usual time. Sherlock's wrapped around him, and he really doesn't want to move, but he manages to unwind himself after kissing Sherlock's cheek at least three times. Then, when he sits up at the edge of the bed, a horrible feeling of dread overcomes him that almost convinces him to lie back down, but he pushes it away and goes to take another shower.

Sherlock's still asleep when he gets out, which is fine. He kisses Sherlock's back and head, then goes downstairs because he can smell coffee all the way from upstairs.

Clement's in the kitchen when he enters.

"Oh, John! Good morning!"

John smiles. "Good morning."

"How are you? Where is Sherlock?"

"He's still asleep. He was up late finishing a report we have due today."

"Did he finish it?"

John shrugs. "I was asleep the whole time."

Clement nods. "I'm sure he got it done. He usually does. Coffee?"

John nods eagerly. "Yes, please."

Clement gives John a cup, then gets stuff for breakfast.

"Hungry?" Clement asks. "I was planning to make eggs and bacon."

"Actually," John says, clutching his stomach. "I feel a bit sick."

"Sick?" Clement steps around to place a hand on John's forehead. "You don't feel as though you have a fever."

"No, like…" John frowns. "I feel anxious, or nervous. It's making my stomach hurt."

"Nervous about what?"

John shrugs and sips his coffee.

Clement frowns. "Do you need to stay home from school today?"

John shakes his head. "I've got tests today."

"Maybe you're nervous about that."

"Probably."

Their conversation fades because they hear Sherlock's bedroom door open and close. Soon, Sherlock's in the kitchen with them and draping himself over John.

"You wouldn't be so tired if you'd done your paper when it was assigned."

Sherlock just growls.

"Stand down, son," Clement says, sliding a cup of coffee in front of Sherlock. "Drink up. Hungry?"

Sherlock grunts and shakes his head, his mop of hair waving in many directions. He drinks his coffee quickly, then pushes his cup to Clement for a refill.

Around seven, Sherlock goes to take a shower. John follows, but he only gets dressed in Sherlock's bedroom.

Once they're ready and Sherlock is more awake, they go downstairs to find Declan and Clement eating breakfast. They sit at the dining table, even though they're not eating, and Declan gives Sherlock a questioning look.

"Sherlock," he says, "Did you think about what I told you last night?"

Sherlock looks at him, confused, then he snaps in realization. "Oh, right! Dad, uhm, Uncle Asher is taking Declan to New York this weekend. They invited me to go."

"Hmm," Clement says. "For how long?"

"Declan, you said…"

"We leave Friday and we'll be backSunday night. I'm missing school Friday."

"Well," Clement says. "If you want to, Sherlock. What about John?"

John speaks up from his end of the table. "I'll just stay at home this weekend."

"If by home you mean here," Clement says. "As long as you don't mind being here without Sherlock."

"Oh…I don't, but—"

"I don't either. Sure, son, if you want to, you can go."

Sherlock smiles wide. "Thanks, Dad."

Clement smiles back and ruffles Sherlock's hair.

They drive to school a while later, everyone in the car quiet. John just stares out the window and frowns the entire way, and once they get there, he climbs out of the car with a pale face.

"John," Clement stops him. "You don't have to go if you feel that ill."

"No, I'll," John takes a deep breath. "I'll be fine."

"Call if you need me to pick you up."

John nods. "Okay."

The boys walk up to the building, Sherlock and John discreetly holding hands.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asks.

"I don't know," John says. "I just feel nervous about something."

"Our math test?" Sherlock asks, opening his locker.

"Maybe."

Sherlock turns to him and takes a new pencil out of his locker. "Here's a new pencil you can fellate during the test to distract me."

John blushes and laughs. He takes the pencil anyway. "Thanks, babe."

Sherlock smiles, pleased to have made John laugh. He quickly kisses John's head.

"Hey guys!" Olive cries in greeting. "How's it going?"

"Fine," Sherlock answers, still smiling.

"What's making you so happy this morning?" Olive asks.

"I had sex last night."

John chokes and stares at Sherlock.

"Ew," is all Olive says, then takes her phone out to text.

"Still not going to tell me?" Sherlock asks.

"Nope," Olive says, turning around and walking away.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"Tell you what?"

"Who she's seeing."

"She's seeing someone?"

"Probably not. She's probably letting on this lie to wind me up."

John crosses his arms. "And why's it winding you up so much?"

"Because I care, John!" Sherlock cries, then turns and marches down the hall.

"You're so dramatic!" John calls, following Sherlock.