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"Jawwwwwwn?" Sherlock shouted from the back of the ambulance. "Where is he? Where have you taken my Jawn?!"
Lestrade rolled his eyes and attempted to cover Sherlock with the orange shock blanket once more, only to end up with a flailing and angry man eye to eye with him. "He better not be dead, Lestrade. If he’s dead… I'll… well… I will NOT be happy."
Greg nodded to the paramedics who increased the sedative flowing through Sherlock's veins until the younger man made a soft "oh" noise and fell backwards onto the bed. "thith ithn’t over!"
Hearing Sherlock lisp was strangely endearing and pulled on Greg’s heartstrings a little as he jumped from the ambulance and walked to where John was being checked over. "How are you?"
"Little sore," John shrugged, "but Sherlock took the worst of it, how is he?"
"Lisping, angry and shouting abuse," Greg smiled. "He’s screaming for you."
John rolled his eyes and slapped Greg on the shoulder as he walked to the ambulance, hearing Sherlock ranting and raving despite the medication pumping through his body.
"When my Jawn gets here, you'll know about it! He’s a soldier… not just a soldier but a soldier doctor! A doctor soldier do you understand?!"
"They get it," John chuckled as he climbed into the ambulance and sat beside Sherlock in the bucket seat. "Shh now, it’s okay."
"Jawwwwn," Sherlock drawled excitedly and attempted to leap from the bed. "I missed you."
"You're going to hurt your shoulder more if you don’t settle down," John insisted as he helped Sherlock back onto the bed.
"He’s my boyfriend. We’re in love. I love him immensely," Sherlock informed the paramedics who looked on amused at the sight.
"I'm not… not technically his boyfriend," John grimaced.
"He anally penetrates me," Sherlock continued, seemingly unaware that John's face had turned almost purple with shame.
"Sherlock!" the doctor hissed. "Shut up!"
"Why? It's true," Sherlock continued. "We’ve not had full penetrative sex yet, but I assume that will follow soon. The natural progression of a relationship makes the assumption valid."
"Kill me now," John muttered under his breath. "Sherlock, if you don’t shut up, I'm going to put a pillow over your head and be done with it."
The men had been chasing a suspect and ran through an alleyway in order to cut him off; they hadn’t counted on a van driver pulling out exactly as they exited the alley. John had managed to stop and only slightly bump himself against the bonnet whereas Sherlock was running harder and faster; he bounced from the bonnet and skidded across the floor. Thankful for Sherlock's long coat which had protected him from worse injury and gravel rash, John had checked his friend over and realised he had a dislocated shoulder but nothing worse; the driver was mortified and more upset than Sherlock who had insisted that he wanted to continue the chase, only stopping when John prodded his sore shoulder and made him cry out. The ambulance and Lestrade arrived soon after.
The pair sat in the hospital together as Sherlock was taken to have his shoulder x-rayed and popped back into place. John realised that he would need to have a talk with Sherlock regarding their relationship and didn't relish the thought what-so-ever.
The two men exited Mycroft’s governmental car, which had been sent to pick them up from the hospital, when it reached Baker Street. They climbed the stairs slowly and carefully; Sherlock was still a little out of it with the pain medication and sedative causing him to make small missteps and fall back onto John with a giggle.
"Are you going to have sex with me, lover?" Sherlock purred, attempting his best sexy voice.
"No," John insisted. "I'm going to throw you into bed, put the kettle on and brood."
"Brooding is my thing!" Sherlock pouted. "You can’t pull it off as good as me; I have the cheekbones," he smiled as he sucked in his cheeks and looked down at John. "See?"
"God, you're annoying," John laughed as he finally made it up to the flat, and walked Sherlock backwards to his own bedroom which hadn’t been used for a while due to them sharing a bed every night. Sherlock grumbled as John helped him undress and tipped him unceremoniously into the bedding, pulling the duvet over him and keeping him down with his best Captain glare.
"Sleep," he ordered.
"Jawn… My Jawn," Sherlock muttered as he nuzzled against the pillow. "My boyfriend Jawn."
"Christ," John groaned as he closed the door behind him.
John wasn’t opposed to having a relationship with Sherlock; they were practically a married couple anyway. John did the washing and the cooking, the laundry and the bill paying whereas Sherlock…well… he experimented on corpses in the kitchen (maybe the analogy wasn’t the best) but now with the added intimacy, they were pretty much already an item.
He just didn't like the idea of the ‘I told you so’s’ from his colleagues and the media. John Watson confirmed bachelor was now in a relationship with his flatmate would make the front pages of the tabloids and he didn't want the stress and hassle, but he also didn't want to make Sherlock feel like shit by hiding it.
John sat by the fire and thought until he heard a strange choking sound coming from Sherlock's bedroom.
Standing quickly he ignored the twinge in his shoulder and rushed to Sherlock's bedroom where he found the detective being sick and coughing pitifully.
"Oh sweetheart," John soothed as he set about cleaning Sherlock up and pulling his hair back until he was sure Sherlock had finished. "Is it all out?"
Sherlock nodded pathetically and whimpered when John helped him to stand and began stripping him of his clothes, leaving them on the filthy sheets before walking Sherlock into the bathroom to shower. The detective followed passively as John helped him clean himself up before sitting him on the toilet lid whilst he stripped the bed and put the soiled linens into the washing machine.
"I remember when it was you doing this for me," John rolled his eyes comically, "listening to me breathing and cataloguing my hair."
Sherlock gave a weak smile as John bundled him up in his dressing gown before taking him upstairs to John's bedroom. Sherlock snuggled under the duvet and listened as John wandered around the flat collecting things he would need before returning with water, the same plastic bucket which Sherlock had once provided and some anti-sickness tablets.
"It's probably just the shock and the tablets," John soothed, his fingers stroking Sherlock's curls.
"Hmm," Sherlock mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.
John awoke to the sensation of fingers stroking his face and startled slightly before relaxing into Sherlock's embrace. "Mo’nin."
"Hi," Sherlock smiled. "I… I have a feeling I may have to apologise."
"Why?" John asked as he looked up from bleary and sleepy eyes.
"I said some things," Sherlock blushed, "to some people."
"You remember?" John asked suddenly awake.
"Mhmm," Sherlock grimaced. "I remember most of the incident."
John sat up and looked over at Sherlock who looked so broken and childlike that John immediately wrapped his arms around the younger man. "It’s okay. We just need to clarify some things."
Sherlock nodded and bit his lip. "Will you start?"
John smiled and ran a finger across Sherlock's cheekbone. "I want to be your boyfriend."
"Oh…erm… that wasn’t… I didn't expect that as an opener," Sherlock scrabbled for words. "You do?"
"We’re practically married as it is," John rolled his eyes. "And you are correct, I do technically anally penetrate you."
Sherlock made a croaky roar noise and hid his head in his hands. "I'm going to have to live as a hermit."
John chuckled and kissed him softly. "I'm sure people will stop talking about it… eventually."
"I would like to be your boyfriend, too," Sherlock mumbled with a flush. "I do feel that I love you, I'm not sure what love feels like but it's a strange feeling. A bubbling in my stomach."
"That could just be wind," John laughed, watching Sherlock turn his head to the side and think.
"No, it's nothing bowel related," Sherlock added with a thoughtful nod.
"Well, that's good then," John laughed and pulled Sherlock in for a cuddle. "I love you too."
"Do I have to change?" Sherlock asked softly. "Should I start attempting to be romantic or thoughtful?"
"No," John smiled. "Just called me loveduck or snugglebug and we’ll be alright."
"Oh God, pet names again," Sherlock cried and hid his face. "This is horrendous, worse than I expected!"
The two men dozed for a while, occasionally waking up only to cuddle closer and fall asleep safely in one another’s arms as they slept the day away.
"John?" Sherlock eventually mumbled.
"Yeah?" the doctor replied sleepily.
"I’d quite like to try full sex now, if you're amenable," Sherlock purred.
The statement should not have been sexy, but the way Sherlock practically dripped seduction into John's ear had him hard and desperate in no time. John cautiously checked Sherlock's shoulder but the detective insisted he was okay and able to continue.
Taking Sherlock's word as the truth, John began kissing his boyfriend (his brain forced a shiver of arousal down his spine at the thought) and laying him down softly onto the bed before moving between his legs.
"Oh erm…" John trailed off. "Do you want to er… give or receive?"
"I have no idea," Sherlock shrugged. "Which would you suggest?"
"It depends what you want," John continued. "Do you want to be the penetrator or the penetratee?"
"The penetrator?" Sherlock cackled. "I might have that sewn onto a cape for crime fighting purposes."
"Shut up you git," John flushed. "I'm trying here."
Sherlock stopped laughing and wiped his eyes. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Which would you prefer?"
"I've never done either," John mumbled, "so I don’t know."
"Fine, this time I'll receive as I'm still clean from our last session." Sherlock flushed at the thought of his cleansing ritual before their lovemaking.
John nodded and reached for the bedside table pulling out a condom and the lube; Sherlock bit his lip and stilled John's hand as it passed. "Can we… not use one?"
"A condom?" John asked.
"I thought maybe… because we’re now exclusive and we both know we’re clean…" Sherlock mumbled flushing red. "I don’t plan on sleeping with anybody else, do you?"
"No. Never," John insisted as he kissed Sherlock. "It can be messy though."
"Now you're trying to seduce me," Sherlock grinned. "I don’t mind messy."
John nodded and moved to his position between Sherlock's legs; he ensured that Sherlock was comfortably propped on a pillow as he slicked up his fingers and slowly circled around the younger man’s hole lightly. He allowed Sherlock to relax before inserting his thick finger inside.
"Mmmmm," Sherlock moaned at the stretch, as John twisted and turned his finger inside of Sherlock's body whilst his other hand stroked the half hard cock lying on Sherlock's belly.
Adding a second finger, John was lost in the sounds escaping Sherlock's throat as he scissored his digits and forced the detective to open up for him. Both men were flushed and hard as they rutted wantonly against each other in a desperate attempt to quicken the preparation, but John wouldn’t be rushed, he wanted to ensure it wouldn’t hurt his lover. Adding a third was tricky and Sherlock winced at the slight burn which accompanied the thick fingers penetrating him deeply.
"Relax," John soothed as he flicked his wrist at Sherlock's tip and caressed his prostate softly. "Almost there."
When John was satisfied that Sherlock was open enough he slowly removed his fingers, wiping them on the bedding before slicking his cock with lube and pushing it against the opening. Both men locked eyes and entwined their free hands together as the first inch of John slipped into the tight ring of muscle inside Sherlock.
The younger man gasped and bit his lip at the sensation; it was slightly painful but after the initial stretch the pain subsided. John groaned and closed his eyes tightly as the tight heat enveloped his cock in a vice like grip. He ran his hand up and down Sherlock's side and then down to his cock which had softened slightly with the rush of burning stretch; he stroked and coaxed it into full hardness as he realised he was fully inside his lover.
"My God," John choked. "Sherlock I…"
"You're inside me, John." Sherlock looked completely awestruck, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open as he looked at the pair joined at the groin.
John didn't dare look down; he was dangled perilously close to his orgasm and thought desperately of anything to calm himself down. Sherlock groaned and squeezed their entwined fingers. "Please move."
"If I do… I don’t think it’ll last long," John admitted, overwhelmed with the sensations of adoration for his boyfriend and best friend.
"I don’t care." Sherlock shook his head, his hair creating a dark halo around his pillow. "Please..."
John pulled out until only his tip was inside Sherlock, before thrusting forward and burying himself to the hilt in the silky wetness of Sherlock's insides. The pair gasped in tandem and Sherlock grabbed John; pulling him forward he released John's hand and pulled him down for a deep and lingering kiss as John managed to grind his hips in small circles, hitting Sherlock's prostate and causing a groan to force itself past Sherlock's lips and into John's to be swallowed and kept as a precious keepsake.
John rocked his hips back and forth, his stomach rubbing Sherlock’s prick perfectly as the two thrust against one another, sharing breaths and soft kisses as they chased their climaxes together. John let his forehead rest against Sherlock's as they made love, their eyes never leaving one another’s as their peak’s built.
"John, please, John… oh God, oh please," Sherlock babbled, his lips moving to meet John's once more before he arched his back and clamped down on John from the inside. His body stilled and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he painted their bellies in cum as John continued to thrust and fuck into Sherlock's body, knowing he couldn’t last with Sherlock fluttering wildly around him.
"Oh fuck, oh Christ," John panted, his hips becoming frenzied and less fluid as he reached the edge. "Sherlock, going to cum in you… going to… ohhhh."
Sherlock froze as he felt the unfamiliar bloom of warmth inside him and blushed at the sensation as John thrust in tiny little flicks of his hips to milk the remainder of his cum out. John stroked his fingers through Sherlock's sweaty curls and kissed every inch of Sherlock's face with dedication and pure adoration.
"I love you," John whispered over and over. "Please, never forget how much I love you."
"Nor you, John," Sherlock replied with his own tender kiss. "I just adore you."
The two managed to position themselves on their sides without unlocking their genitals, kissing and petting one another until Sherlock felt the first drips of cum escaping his loosened hole around John's softening cock.
"Eurgh," Sherlock grumbled as he moved his fingers to feel the slickness of his hole.
"You asked for it," John chuckled softly.
"Yes, I suppose I did." Sherlock smiled as he nuzzled into John's neck and lay contentedly listening to John's heartbeat.
6 Months later
Bring milk, I used all of ours for an experiment and Mrs Hudson is refusing to let me have hers -SH
What did you do? -JW
I accidently exploded it…a bit -SH
How in God’s name do you explode milk? -JW
Come home and I'll show you *wink wink* -SH
Was that… was that a sex joke? -JW
Might be. You'll just have to wait and see, Snuggledove -SH
Fine, see you when I get home, Gooeybear -JW
Arse. Love you -SH
Git. Love you also -JW