The mess you've made

Chapter five

John collected a sleeping Sam in his arms while Sherlock collected Sam's bag then they made their way downstairs, grinning like idiots. Both were so relieved that the other felt the same and couldn't contain their joy.

Sherlock opened the door, and as was expected, found Harry on the other side.

"Hi." She grinned at Sherlock then noticed John standing behind him, "John!" He exclaimed and threw her arms around John, carful not to crush the sleeping baby in his arms. John kissed his sisters cheek and smiled warmly at her. He was proud of her, since the baby she'd quit drinking and was trying her hardest to fix things with Clara for Sam's sake. She was a much more pleasant person to be around when she wasn't drunk and John found he liked spending time with her when she wasn't.

"How'd you go?" Harry asked looking at Sherlock.

"Um, good. Just uh- I owe you a new set of baby clothes..." He blushed and looked at the floor, like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Harry raised her eyebrows and looked back and forth from Sherlock to John. She went to speak but John beat her to it,

"It's best if you don't ask." He chuckled. Harry nodded suspiciously and dropped the subject.

"How'd you go with your ah, thing?" John asked.

"Really well actually. We sorted a lot out, things are looking good." Harry beamed.

"Good." John smiled.

"He didn't give you too much trouble did he?" Harry asked Sherlock.

"No, not at all." Both men said at the same time then glared at each other.

"Fantastic! Well I better dash. I'm taking Sam over to Clara's, she hadn't seen him in a few weeks."

"Of course," John smiled, "here, he's asleep." John handed Sam over to his mother, careful not to wake him. Harry took her baby into her arms and smiled down at the sleeping form lovingly.

"Thank you so much guys, especially you Sherl, I know it was very last minute." Harry said. Sherlock grumbled at being called 'Sherl' and John put his fist over his mouth to suppress his giggles, he knows how much Sherlock hates being called that. Harry kissed both men on the cheek and was gone after thanking them again and making them promise to catch up soon.

John waved to his sister as she headed off then closed the door and turned to Sherlock with a smirk. Sherlock looked at him and grinned knowingly. They were now alone. No distractions.

"What do you want to do now, Sherl." John teased.

"Shut up." Sherlock grumbled.

"What? It's kinda cute." John said defensively.

"But Sherlock is my name. If you could possibly struggle to the end."

"Sherl has a ring to it." John teased with a smirk.

"But I hate it! Whenever I see Harry- or any of your friends for that matter- they call me Sherl. Sherl! Sherl! Sherl! Sherl! And never any lock!" He exclaimed, fingers gripping his hair.

"It's okay Sherlock, I was only teasing." John chuckled taking Sherlock's hand away from his hair and kissing his knuckles, "how about I call you sugar daddy instead?" He teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Sherlock huffed and tried to frown at John, but began to smile instead.

"Just call me Sherlock please." He smiled. John laughed and kissed his detectives knuckles again.

"Sherlock it is." John grabbed Sherlock by the hand and lead him upstairs. Once in the living room, he shut the door and turned to Sherlock. This time he didn't hesitate before crushing his lips to Sherlock's and pushing him against the wall. Sherlock gasped at John's sudden actions, but pulled John close by his hips, kissing him back with an equal force.

John slipped his tongue into Sherlock's mouth without warning, drawing a moan out of the taller man as he began to suck on John's tongue. The army doctor began to grind his hips against his detective making him tip his head back and groan. John took the opportunity and attached his mouth the the long pale neck before him, biting down on the sensitive skin.

Sherlock's nails dug into John's hips, pulling him as close as he possibly could. He hissed in pleasure as John worked his mouth at his neck, kissing every inch of his sink and nipping at his collar bone before licking a path up to his ear. He kissed the shell of Sherlock's ear and sucked on his earlobe then Sherlock turned his head, desperately seeking John's lips again.

John allowed Sherlock to kiss him again, now cupping Sherlock's face in his hands as though it were the most precious this he'd ever held. He kissed Sherlock softly now, just lips. No more fiery lust, just pure passion and love. John slid his hands down Sherlock's chest and past his stomach, resting his hands on Sherlock's hips lightly.

He kissed Sherlock's lips softly once more, drawing it out, before resting his forehead to Sherlock's, closing his eyes and panting. Sherlock's thumbs rubbed circles at John's hips soothingly as he caught his breath.

"Where do we go from here?" John murmured.

"As long as your by my side, I don't care. Although I would like to have you sleep in my bed each night and call you mine." Sherlock whispered.

"I've always been yours." John said, holding his detective tighter.

"Just as I have been yours." Sherlock whispered and kissed John sweetly again. Even though most of the day had been a disaster on Sherlock behalf, he was glad for it. Because now John was his and that was enough.

Voilà! The end!

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