Destined - A Teenlock/Johnlock

27. I knew it.

       

John and Sherlock were officially together and Sherlock could not be happier. His life was finally going right for once. Sherlock made the decision to tell his mother about John. Nothing much. Just short and simple. "I'm dating a boy too." He blurted out. After that, something fell onto the floor and broke in thousand pieces. Sherlock took a huge breath and looked over at his mum.

"Mum?" Sherlock asked, slightly worried.

His mother Violet stared at the floor for a whole two seconds before she looked up at her younger son who just told her that he's dating a boy. Her expression was full with shock, but then it changed into a big wide smile. She walked over to Sherlock and engulfed him in a bear hug.

"I knew it! I can't believe it!" She said cheerfully onto Sherlock's shoulder. "I think, I need to sit down for a moment." She said as she released Sherlock. "My two boys." She sighed. "I thought I've lost hope with you two." She chuckled slightly.

"I have to go now mummy." Mycroft said and wandered away. Violet nodded to him and turned her face to Sherlock, with a wide smile. Her eyes twinkling from happiness.

"So honey, want to tell me-" Sherlock cut her off.

"What about dad?" Sherlock asked with a cautious look.

"You have nothing to worry about, honey. Trust me, he knows." She told him with a slight chuckle.

"How'd he know?" Sherlock asked confused. How can he know that Sherlock likes males? It's not like Sherlock dated before. He never but like never liked anyone before. Only John. John Hamish Watson. Sherlock did try to find out about having feelings for people before. He called it an experiment. He never had any sexual contact with anyone. And he never really wanted to. Now, with John. He surely wants. Sherlock was afraid to do it. He never thought he would be scared from something. When Sherlock was younger, and he had to choose between girls and boys. He chose boys. He glanced at girls with disgust. Why boys get sexually aroused by girls? He didn't know.

"Well, honey. You might think we don't know you. But we do know you." She winked with a smile. "You're young and discovering your body, developing feeling. We really didn't know you and Mycroft would have interest in any kind of relationship. Oh my god." she paused, and giggled for a moment. "You're hormones must be raging." She chuckled.

"For god's sake mom!" Sherlock exclaimed, turning red. His mom laughed and told him she would talk to Sherlock's dad later. He's not home right now. She gave Sherlock a plate with bacon and eggs, orange juice and some bread. Sherlock thanked her, knowing John would love it. When he walked away, he heard her muttering something like. "Dating and eating? It's Christmas!"
Sherlock rolled with his eyes and knocked onto his door. Not knowing why he did knock on his own door. But anyways he did. He peered inside, and saw John sliding his fingers onto Sherlock's precious violin. Sherlock coughed and stepped inside. John cocked his head into the direction of Sherlock and blushed.

"I've never heard you play before." John stated.

"Indeed." Sherlock said as he walked over and laid the food beside John. He sat beside him and smiled lovely.

"You've told me the first day. You play the violin when you think. Why you never did?" John asked and then looked down at the food lying beside him. "Is... this for me?" He asked quietly. Sherlock nodded and John smiled with appreciation, taking the plate and laid it on his lap. He pulled Sherlock closer for a kiss and Sherlock drooped his arm around him. "You are the best, you know..." John said with his lips still locked onto Sherlock's. "I know." Sherlock whispered. John chuckled and rolled with his eyes.

"So how come?" John asked.

"I guess I forgot my violin." Sherlock shrugged.

"Play for me." John said quickly. Sherlock smirked and pecked John's head and stood up, grabbing his violin out of John's hands and walked over to the window.

Sherlock was standing by the window of his room now. He opened the curtains so the sunlight entered the room, and shines brightly on him. His chin was resting on his violin and so he started playing. His fingers played beautiful music on the strings. John's breath caught in his lungs, Sherlock was more beautiful when he's playing. The movements when he played. Just perfect John thought. John took a bite of the eggs and moaned from the good taste and his view. Sherlock turned around, his eyes opening slowly. Observing John. He chuckled slightly.

"You know, John." Sherlock started. "My parents are fine with me being gay. Me dating you." He said. John's eyes started to sparkle. He padded the mattress beside himself.

"Come here." He demanded lovely. Sherlock nodded, and laid his violin onto his desk. John Sniggered with flushed cheeks and took a sip from his orange juice while Sherlock was flopping down onto the bed. John did a piece of egg onto his fork and brought it towards Sherlock's pretty mouth.

"John... I'm not hungry." John rolled with his eyes.

"Oh, come on." Sherlock sighed and opened his mouth. John grinned and laid the almost empty plate on the cupboard and smiled again. He leaned in to kiss Sherlock's cheek before leaning next to his ear.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Sherlock?" He whispered.

"Yes I am a virgin." He grumbled, his cheeks as red like a tomato.

"How did you know my question?" John asked, rather startled at another brilliant deduction of Sherlock. Sherlock raised a brow what made John blush and chuckle. John kissed behind Sherlock's ear and Sherlock arched up a little bit. "You never?" John paused the sentence so he can kiss the top of Sherlock's shoulder before placing a kiss on his collarbone. "Never did anything before?" He added softly.

Sherlock groaned deep in his throat as John placed kisses along his jawline.

"No." He answered stiffly as his hand landed on John's thigh. His fingertips made feather-light circles on his skin and goosebumps began to show onto John's skin. John moved his head so he meets Sherlock's beautiful cuppid bow lips. His lips were warm and soft, and John felt his head spinning with growing arousal as he felt the tip of Sherlock's tongue against his lips, gently parting them, then slowly moving inside his mouth to meet his tongue passionately. John loved this. Sherlock loved this.

"Sherlock." John said breathlessly, as he released Sherlock's mouth, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes and smile. Sherlock nodded and smiled back. John ached for more of his touch. He wanted to feel his lips again... John wanted to feel his hands, his fingers, his every body part against himself. But John didn't want to pressurize him.

"Yes?" Sherlock whispered to him.

"You have to tell me when you're ready." John said softly.

"I am." He replied. John eyes widened and kissed him lightly, softly, and said, "Oh." He chuckled. "Pity of your mom." He said.

"If you stay with me tonight, she might be gone." Sherlock smirked. And so Sherlock had a plan to let John stay with him, not going to his home. And having a quite lovely night.

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