The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Seventeen

(A/N- Hey my lovelies! I was gonna span this breakup out longer but I hate it as much as you probably do, and Johnlock is simply undeniable and I wanted stuff to get back on track so yeah! OH and over 300 reads! Thanks heaps guys! Please vote/comment/share if you enjoy this chapter!

-CH xx )

Chapter 17

John’s POV

It was the day we would all go on camp. Woohoo! Please, not my sarcasm. I was dreading it. I still hadn’t spoken to Sherlock, because he hadn’t spoken to me. He began to trail around with that boy Moriarty and Sebastian, the new boy on the rugby team. It was only as we boarded the bus that I remembered who I had chosen to share a room with. That person, of course, was Sherlock.

My friend Mike Stamford sat next to me on the bus, he and Greg were the two older boys coming to supervise, since we needed both dorm captains of the boys dorms (which were Greg and Mike) and both dorm captains of the girls dorms (which I didn’t know about). Greg sat in front of us, and kept glancing at me worriedly.

“You alright, John?” Greg asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered. Greg was the only other one, aside from Mycroft who knew about mine and Sherlock’s breakup. Well actually, those two were the only ones to know about us in the first place. Thankfully, Mike started up a different conversation, and that took my mind off of Sherlock for a bit.

We all stopped talking when the bus slowed to a stop outside an expensive looking resort, reading Paradise Beach Resort. It was obviously by the sea, and it looked fantastic. The weather was great, and the company was good, so everything should be alright. Maybe I could forget about Sherlock. Who was I kidding? I would never forget about him, and my feelings for him were as strong as they always were.

Mycroft stepped onto the bus, and everyone listened up – particularly Greg and the girls – and Mycroft began to go over the rules. “There is to be no alcohol on the premises, no one is to leave the premises. There is to be no sexual activity of any sort, if anyone is caught they’ll be sent home immediately.” I chuckled quietly at that, knowing that if Mycroft was a student he and Greg would be sent home anyway, and I heard someone else on the other side of the bus. I turned and saw Sherlock laughing too, he was seated next to James, but his eyes were on me.

I quickly turned away, and tried to listen to what Mycroft was saying. “… The rest of tonight is free for you to look around and settle in, but please respect the rules and the staff.”Mycroft nodded once before getting off the bus, and slowly we all piled out behind him.

Greg and Mike gave us all our room numbers, and we all grabbed our bags and went into our rooms. The inside of the resort was exquisite. It was quite worth the money we all paid. Sherlock and I were in a room together, with Greg and Mike to one side of us, and unfortunately, James and Sebastian to the other side of us.

The rooms were huge, with two king sized beds with deep red duvets, and white cream walls. There was a large bathroom with shampoos, conditioners, and towels, and a huge mirror above the vanity sink.

I took the bed on the left and Sherlock the bed on the right. Greg, Mike and I went for a walk around the resort, and to my surprise, Sherlock asked if he could join us. The four of us walked around, through the reception, and past the huge, crystal clear pools, and out to the beach. Every so often, Greg and Mike would comment on something, but Sherlock and I walked next to each other in silence.

The sand was warm beneath our bare feet as we looked out at the water, the waves crashing onto the shore, students already in the water, jumping over the waves.

We went through the restaurant where we would eat, and then we doubled back around to our rooms. Sherlock and I went into our room to unpack our things, both deciding we would go for a proper look around later.

Once all our stuff was in the mahogany drawers, we both sat on our beds. Neither of us knew what to say. I could tell he wanted to say something as well, but we didn’t know how to start. I still felt terrible about everything. Every moment without Sherlock bloody Holmes made the metaphorical hole in my heart grow. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to be able to talk and laugh with him again. Oh, how I wanted him so badly. I let out a loud sigh and turned to look at Sherlock, to see him staring at me, his galaxy-like eyes studying me.

I looked into his eyes, and I didn’t look away. I remembered what Sherlock told me quite some time ago ‘You know, you’re the first person to ever properly look me in the eyes. Everyone else feels intimidated and looks away.’ I smiled at the thought.

“Sherlock, I-“

“-John, it took me some time to realise what I did wrong, and now that I know, I am so incredibly sorry. It’s a case, John. He is nothing but a case. I’m so sorry, please forgive me, John. Please take me back,” Sherlock said, moving to kneel in front of me, still looking into my eyes.

I didn’t reply, instead, I threw my arms around him. “Please, Sherlock,” I whispered in his ear, “let me in on this stuff next time.”

“So you’ll be my boyfriend again?” Sherlock asked.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry too.”

Sherlock pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, before slowly placing his lips against my own. I smiled against his lips as his tongue ran along my bottom lip, and I happily parted my lips for him.

Sherlock wrapped my legs around his waist, stood up, though he staggered a bit, walked over to the door, locked it, before dropping me onto his bed, pressing down on top of me. Our tongues danced together as Sherlock pressed impossibly closer. My fingers tangled themselves in Sherlock’s dark curls and I pulled slightly, earning a quiet moan.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Sherlock whispered as his hands travelled over my body.

“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered back, gasping as I felt Sherlock’s lips on my neck, nipping and sucking slightly.

His fingers fumbled around with the buttons of my shirt, and soon enough he ripped it off of me, before pulling his own shirt off, pressing his bare torso against my own. “I love you, John.”

“I love you too, Sherlock, so much.”

Sherlock’s lips brushed over my collarbone, and down along my torso. His lips travelled down to my waistline, and he began kissing me, driving me insane. Sherlock’s fingers slipped between my pants, and he began to pull downwards, when there was a knock at the door.

Sherlock jumped off of me, and ushered me into the bathroom. I scooped up my shirt, and hurried into the bathroom and I heard him unlock and open the door.

“Sherlock,” I heard Mr. Holmes say.

“Mycroft. What’re you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you and John. I wanted to see how everything was, and all is well, so it would seem.”

“What makes you think that?”

I heard Mr. Holmes sigh as I pressed up against the door to hear what was happening. “Sherlock, you were putting on a shirt as you opened the door. Your pupils are dilated and your breathing is ragged, not to mention the state of your hair. Your lips are swollen and your eyes look happy, which they haven’t been in some time. I am not a fool, Sherlock, I am like you, and you know it, so don’t make me out to be a fool.

“John!” Sherlock called.

I slowly and sheepishly came out to meet the two brothers, who both watched me, their eyes piercing into me. I realised then that I hadn’t put on a shirt. I scratched the back of my head, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. Mycroft gave us one last look before he turned on his heel and strutted out of the room.

Sherlock leapt at the door and closed it behind Mycroft, before turning back to me. “We can continue that later,” Sherlock winked at me, looking me over, before going into the bathroom, leaving me flustered and blushing. I was glad to have my Sherlock back.