Johnlock

Honeymoon - part one.

Lestrade was the first person to break their honeymoon. It was an urgent call that John didn't realize he needed to answer. He was relaxing near the beach with his laptop in his hands when skype opened, he assumed it was Mycroft and tried to block the call, but he hit the wrong button and Lestrade's face appeared staring back at him. He wasn't as surprised as he felt, but he managed to have a few quick moments to chat before Sherlock, stock naked, strode right out of the bedroom and grabbed a mug of tea, not realizing he was within shot. Instantly he heard the muffled curses and John's awful attempt to cover up his laughter with a cough.

"Right, um, Sherlock? Lestrade is calling to talk to you about a case."He peers over the beach chair at the man behind him, though he rather enjoys this sight, he can understand why a straight man might not. "Won't you put on some pants and come talk to him?"

"How do you deal with this man all the time!"Lestrade practically shouts, covering his eyes and part of the screen with his hand. "Good god, man, it's like you two are the wierdest flat mates I've ever seen."

"They're more than that, Lestrade, and you know that."A familiar voice scolds, a head of curly black hair and wide brown eyes peek into the shot. "Oh hello, John, how is your trip? Is that – oh my god, Sherlock, you're . . . you're much more endowed than I realized -"

"Sherlock, pants!"John snaps, suddenly feeling protective. Sherlock slams his mug down and throws his hands up in the air as he storms off towards the bedroom. Finally he settles back into his chair and takes in the two of their embarrassed faces. "Sorry about that, it seems my boyfriend doesn't realize what a webcam is."

"Boyfriend? When did that happen?"Lestrade booms, Donavan slaps him on the back of the head and shakes her own at him. "Hey!"

"I told you, didn't I? From the moment I met those two I knew they would be together and you didn't believe me,, what did I tell you?"

"Well, I thought John didn't swing that way!"

"He clearly does, it's all he's been doing since we got here."Sherlock announces as he strides behind John and sits on the step behind his chair. He hadn't found pants, but he had found a bath robe which was sufficient enough.

"And that is not something any of us should be discussing,"John snaps with bright red ears, he glares at his lover but that smug smile only lingers on his own face. "Lestrade, you called for a reason?"

"Ah, yes, I need you're help on a case, we're stretched thin and it almost looks like Moriarty's got a fan. I could really use -"

"As thrilling as that sounds I'm quite enjoying myself and we're busy, so we'll send you a post card and I'm sure we'll hear all about it on Monday, goodbye!"Sherlock says before he shuts the laptop in a flourish. John bats his hands away. "I don't want to hear it, John, this not the time nor the place to be accepting calls."

"Lestrade was asking for your help!"

"And he'll still be asking on Monday, I already have a job that'll take up my entire weekend."He says, turning his back on his lover and setting his cuppa down. When he turns back, John looks absolutely irate.

"And what job is that? We're on our honeymoon!"He demands angrily, Sherlock quirks a smile and reaches out to run his hand through John's blond hair, staring into his angry brown eyes.

"To see how many times I can remind you of how much sex we're going to have without actually saying it. So far I'm up to three."He says, suddenly John's ears turn pink and he flushes, glancing away fast. It doesn't stop Sherlock from smoothing his longer hair against his skull. It's barely an inch or so, but it's long enough to curl around his ears, he won't admit it, but he loves it. It gives him something to hold on to during sex. All of the anger seemed to run away from John, suddenly he was very aware of how much he craved his husband.

"Four."

"Sorry?"

"Four: you're up to four times."John says shortly, Sherlock shakes his head.

"No, you see I said so verbally so it doesn't count -"

"Earlier when you were in the kitchen, that makes it an even four."He informs him, Sherlock's face splits into that familiar grin and he laughs until John joins in. When their laughter settles, Sherlock stares off into the water, admiring it and the sand beneath his toes. He's never really enjoyed it before, found it tedious, in fact. But something about John made him love it. Especially since it was his favorite place they'd had to choose from. He'd do anything to make him happy.

"So that turns you on . . .? Me, uh, being naked and making tea?"He asks slowly, John stares at him like a mad man but finally gives in.

"Well, I'm not blind. Just thinking about how naked you are right now is bothering me. Aren't you turned on when I strut around naked?"He asks, a little self conscious. A laugh escapes his husband and he can't bare to look at him. But it gets louder so he looks, only he's laughing at him. "Never mind."

"Did you want to find out?"He quips, giving him an honest, excited kind of look he gets just before he catches a case. John's stomach rolls with anticipation. "Because I could use another cuppa, but you have to get it naked."

A hot second passes between them and then John sets his laptop in the sand and grabs his half empty cup of tea. "Why not? This is our honeymoon after all."

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