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

Chapter Eighteen

(A/N- There's a bit of smut in this chapter, nothing too major (SEE HAYDEN CHAPTER 18 AND ONLY BEGINNING TO HAVE SMUT! HA) anyways, sorry, it's not too detailed either, but I'll warn you when it begins and when it ends, so if you're not comfortable with smut then you don't have to read that part. Camp= more free time and more free time= smut. That's the way I see it anyway! Anyway, if you enjoy this, please vote/comment/share! Thanks heaps my lovelies!

-CH xx )

Chapter 18

Sherlock's POV

I walked with John down to the restaurant for dinner. I didn't care about eating. Eating was dull. All I needed was my mind, everything else was transport. Nevertheless, I ate with John, though the food was hardly of high quality.

James wanted me to eat with him and Sebastian, but I turned him down. He knew it was all a game between us, and he himself had been playing along. I sat with John, Mike and Greg, and Greg just so happened to invite Mycroft to eat with us, and unfortunately he did come and sit with us, playing the part of the cool assistant headmaster. All the other boys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him. You can imagine the jealous looks we received as he sat down in between Greg and I.

"I've lost my appetite," I whispered to John, who nudged me in the side, but couldn't help chuckle.

"Behave, you," he whispered back.

"That's not what you usually say," I whispered back, causing John to burst out laughing.

Everyone else at our table gave him a weird look, and he quickly cleared his throat and composed himself, muttering a quick apology. I chuckled quietly, and continued eating my supposed bangers and mash. 

Eventually, we were allowed to go back about our business, so long as we knew that we would have to be up early the next morning. John and I went back to our room, and we silently agreed to sleep in John's bed, which was more than enough room for us both, as opposed to the single bed we used to share in 221 at Baskerville.

We both stripped off into our boxer shorts, and I went to lock the door, before I jumped into the bed beside John, wrapping my arms around his muscular body, our bare skin touching, causing tingles throughout my body. I buried my face in John's hair, and inhaled his sweet smell.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes, love?"

"Earlier on today you said we would continue on with-" I  interrupted him by flipping him onto his back, since before he was on his side, and I  climbed on top of him, sitting on his crotch. I  leaned over him, curls falling over my face, and he reached up and lovingly moved my curls away, before I  closed the space between us, pressing my  lips to John's.

(A/N- smut begins)

The tingles in my body came back as we touched, and our lips moved in a glorious synchronisation. My hands travelled over John's body, rubbing his back and pulling him impossibly closer to me. The friction of our hardening members against each other was driving me crazy, and judging by the muffled sounds John was making; it was driving him crazy as well. Two pieces of material were separating us from each other, separating us from being completely together.

My fingers travelled back down to John's boxer shorts, and I began to pull downwards. John moved his legs up so I  could pull them off completely, and then my lips travelled from John's neck to his collarbone, down along his torso to his waistline. I kissed John's thighs softly, before my lips travelled to his hard member.

"Sherlock," John moaned quietly, "are you sure?"

I paused and looked up. "Of course. Unless you don't want me to...?"