The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter eight. Special edition: Sherlock's pov!

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This chapter has a lot of smut in it, so if you don't want to read that, i'll make a little note where you can start reading instead of right here:

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I let the sheet drop to the floor. I needed to hold John properly, even if that meant I was exposed. 

I started kissing him more intense. Moving my lips in sync with him. His hands moved up on my back, pulling my chest closer to his. It gave me chills, and I pulled his bathrobe down just below his shoulder. I started kissing down his neck and he breathed out a quiet moan. 

I pushed him up against the window, and put my right hand on the glass. I moved back up to his mouth and started kissing him almost violently. I think he must've liked it, because I could feel a twitch in his groin. I ignored it and kept on kissing him. He was smiling under the kiss, and I felt it a bit disturbing. Like he couldn't kiss me properly. But I wouldn't risk stopping the kiss. He would probably just go on about "how I was doing" and if I where "okay". He just didn't know. 

I started removing his robe, and he helped me. We where still holding the kiss, and finally the bathrobe was off. I started having an erection too, because he started rubbing my groin with his palm. The sensaton felt fantastic, and I almost gave a moan, but managed to hold it back. I started rubbing his "member" as well, and he didn't do much to hide how much it was pleasing him. Typical John.

I lifted John up against the window, and he wrapped his legs around me. He placed his hands behind my head and grabbed my hair. He kissed my neck and gave me small love bites. I suddenly thought of something. 

"John, condoms."

I sat him down for just a second, walked over to the desk that stood right in between the two windows and pulled out the drawer. I moved some papers and in the very bottom the condoms where. I opened the pack and put one on. I threw the package on the floor, paced over to John and lifted him up against the window again. 

"Where were we?" I said with a smile.

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John was sleeping. 

I put on my sweatpants, my grey t-shirt and walked out in the living room. I put the kettle on, for tea. I walked over to my chair, pulled it back to it's regular place and sat down. It was nice with this place being so quiet. John was always making so much noise, but I don't know if he knows it himself. Maybe that just comes with being a perfectly ordinary human being - making noise without intending to.

I smiled by the thought of him searching for cups that were clean enough for him, but failing.  He always went on about how he hated those small stains of something-from-long-ago in the bottom of the mugs.

Suddenly my eye got caught by something on the little table next to my chair. An envelope. With my name on it.

I took it, and looked at it for a little while. Not opened. There was dust on it. How come I hadn't noticed it earlier? I clearly wasn't supposed to, that's why I hadn't.

If it was for me, then that meant I was supposed to open it. I held it up in front of the light, to see if it was a trap of some sort.

Only paper. Or so it seemed.

I opened it with my finger, well, i ripped it open with my finger and pulled the letter out.

"My dearest brother.

I am sorry to say that if you read this, then I have passed. Just in case no one told you, which probably isn't the case, you know now. I want you to look at the umbrella's handle, you can screw it off."

I stopped reading and ran to Johns bedroom, where I had placed the umbrella on the doorknob. I grabbed the umbrella and ran downstairs. I sat in my chair and started screwing off the handle. When it was off, I got the thing that was inside out.

It was..

No way, it couldn't be.

Mycroft's...