Oneshots of John lock<3

Motorbikes. (Bbc)

John had been in love with the thought of owning a motorbike since a early age, he had toys which littered his bedroom. And when his teen years came along his walls were plastered with posters of Hondas and so on. So, one day he eventually came to the conclusion that he had to buy one.

The couple took a few long cabs and bus rides, crossing them all the way from London to wales. They crossed through small towns, country roads, (depending on the vehicle,) and cities. They finally came to a halt, stepping out of the vehicle grabbing their phones to try figure out what direction they needed to head in.
"If we get let to a drug den, it'll have made this trip worthwhile." Sherlock quoted, making John giggle a little but realise he cant find the situation funny due to Mycroft's strict rules on the topic.
"Come on, shouldn't be too long from here." John grabbed Sherlocks hand, pulling him across the road.

After maybe half an hour, they ended up on the other side of the town reaching a tidy little flat, somewhere you'd usually end up in after you retire.
"Are you sure this is the right place they'd sell a death vehicle?" The younger man grumbled, he didn't have anything against himself being on a motorbike, but the second his lover was involved that's when it got serious.
"Sherl, yes it is. Now shut up so I can get this done with minimal awkward encounters." He strutted to the door, giving it a firm knock.

After maybe another half hour, the men had finished and obtained the motorbike. John convinced them to throw in a couple helmets and some gear with a few inferences Sherlock made out about them, obvious ones that they weren't expecting him to pick on.
"Im driving, I've done this before your not getting hurt." The brunet jumped on the bike placing hid hands on the handle bars.
"I paid for this, and I've got my licence. I think I can ride a motorbike, move back." A glare was exchanged between them, before Sherlock realised this was what John wanted ever since he was a boy, so he obliged and moved back. John climbed on the front, revving it a few times as Sherlocks arms snaked around his waist, squeezing him gently.

The journey was fine, up until the halfway mark. The bike started to tremble, and loose its balance causing John to pull over. He hoped it was a one time issue, but the bike refused to start up. He was so glad he was insured in that moment.
"Its so cold, how much longer will they be?!" Sherlock jumped around, trying to warm up.
"Take my jacket if your that cold."
"Im not having you freeze to death! I love you too much." Sherlock went back to prancing around before John pulled him into his arms, hoping that would be enough to warm his lover after dragging him all this way.

(I know this is so bad, I might rewrite it but thought to post something).