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

Chapter Nineteen

(A/N- Sorry, sorry, sorry for not updating in a few days! My laptop decided to crap out on me, leaving me without the story and then I had to find another way to keep writing. Erm, it's a little bit smutty, I suppose, but I'm saving all the smut for the next chapter! Over 800 reads! WooHoo, thanks heaps everyone! And please forgive me for the delay! And can I just say a huge WOW to His Last Vow. Made me lose the plot for a bit there, but that's all I'll say about that. Please comment/vote/share if you enjoy!

-CHxx )

Chapter 19

Sherlock’s POV

It was a rainy day, meaning we all had free time to do whatever we wanted in the resort. Most of the other students went to the spas, but John and I went down for a swim in the ocean.

The sky was dark with clouds, and the rain mercilessly fell upon us as we ran into the water, which was rather warm, and the waves crashed against us.

“Sherlock,” John said as we swam out further, “this is insane.”

I turned to smirk at my boyfriend. “I know.”

We got to about my shoulder height, and again, I picked John up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck, like he did earlier in the week. John began playing with my curls. I observed him as he did so, looking at his facial expressions, the small smile on his face, his eyes that sparkled. I couldn’t thank God enough for giving him to me. He is so beautiful and fascinating.

“Hmm?” I heard John hum, continuing to play with my hair.

“Huh? Oh, erm, nothing, nothing. Mental note,” I said quickly, realizing I had said that aloud. Whoops.

I leaned in closer to John, and placed my lips against his neck, kissing him softly, making him gasp, his legs going tighter around his waist. I felt him poking me in the stomach.

“You seem happy,” I laughed as I kissed along his jawline.

“I can’t exactly say I’ve got a spanner in my pocket, can I?”

“Nope,” I replied, popping the ‘p’.

John laughed and pulled at my hair, knowing that drove me wild.

“Has it occurred to you that no staff member is watching us?” John said suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, I made sure we were covered for,” I replied.

“How?”

“Before we left I made mounds under our blankets with the pillows making it look like we were in there.”

“Mycroft would notice, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he’d send Gavin to check for him.”

“It’s Greg,” John laughed.

“Gavin, Greg, same thing,” I chuckled.

“Mmmm, not really though,” John replied.

I regarded him for a moment. “You’re a sassy wee thing aren’t you?”

“’Wee thing’? That’s not what you said the other night.”

“Down boy,” I told him, trying to be serious, yet failing miserably.

He laughed and got off of me, deciding to tread the water himself. I got an idea. “Hey, go under water.”

“Why?” John asked

“Experiment.”

We went under at the same time, and I pulled John in close to me, pressing my lips against his in a rough kiss. We came up to the surface, gasping for breath. “Surprisingly wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, kissing you under water,” I commented.

“Yeah, well, it was as brilliant as ever for me. Kissing you always is,” John replied with a blush.

“You’re so adorable,” I told him, ruffling his hair, so it stuck up, oddly reminding me of a hedgehog.

“What?”

“I said ‘you’re adorable’.”

“No, I mean, what did you say after that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes you did. You called me a hedgehog.”

“Oh, whoops,” I replied, blushing.

“You know what? I quite fancy you as an otter.”

“An otter?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, wrapping my arms around John’s waist.

“Yep,” John replied, laughing into my chest.

“Would an otter do this?” I asked, cupping the bulge in John’s trunks gently.

John gasped softly. “Mine would.”

I leaned in to kiss him, when suddenly a huge wave came crashing over us, sending us under water. I swam to the surface, and couldn’t see John. “John? John!” I called, twirling around in the water, trying to see him.

I saw his head bob up in the water, about ten metres out, and I knew he couldn’t reach the sandy bottom. I quickly swam over to him, and grabbed him in my arms, keeping his head above the water.

“Damn these short legs,” he muttered.

I laughed. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

We decided to get out of the water, and we went back to our room, dripping wet. John locked the door behind us, and stopped short when he saw me, stark naked.

“What are you doing, Sherlock?” He asked me.

I looked up into his eyes. “I’m getting out of my wet trunks. Aren’t you going to do the same?”

John rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess you’ve seen me naked before.” With that, he pulled off his trunks as well, and joined me in the nude. We stared at each other for a minute or two, just appreciating each other, before at the same time, our eyes dragged up to each other’s faces, and our gazes locked.

Next thing we both knew, I was laying on the carpeted ground with John on top of me, our bodies closer than ever, with nothing separating us like stupid materials. His lips met mine, and his hands were either side of my head, his legs around my waist, our hardened members rubbing against each other, driving John and I both insane with lust.

My hands travelled across his bare back and down to his arse, and I left them resting there. Our lips moved in synchronisation, and our tongues fought for dominance, but I let John take control, and his tongue explored my mouth.

Eventually we unfortunately had to pull away to catch our breath, and finally realized our situation. John and I were lying on the floor, naked, having a make out session. John got off me, and got to his feet, avoiding my gaze.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, although I knew the answer.

“I just… I can’t control myself, Sherlock. I know you’ll probably need more time before we go any further and I just-“

“John,” I cut him off. I walked over to him, and gently turned his head so he’d look at me, and see how genuine I was being. “I’m ready and willing if you are.”

John studied my eyes to see if I was being serious. Upon deciding I was, he pulled me into his arms, and we fell back onto his bed, our lips locked in a sweet kiss. John pulled away and looked at me. “How long do you think we have?”

“I’d say another hour and a half. Besides, if anyone comes up, our door is locked and the thunder is just starting so no one will hear us anyway.”

John smirked. “Good.”