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

Chapter Twenty Three

(A/N- Smutty Johnlock chapter! Because no matter how much drama is unfolding, ya still gotta make room for some loooove haha. If you're uncomfortable with smut I have put a warning type thing there so you don't get a surprise haha.

-CH xx)

Chapter 23

Sherlock's POV

John and I lay on my bed at what I estimated to be about one or two o'clock in the morning, having what some would call a 'rough make out session'. I lay with my head resting against the headboard, while John sat on top of me. John's fingers were tangled in my hair, and my hands rested on John's waist.

John made me feel alive... Literally. He made me feel warm inside and I truly adored and loved him. Our tongues engaged in a sweet dance, our hearts racing faster than they should, and I knew my love for John was endless.

The sound of my phone buzzing, indicating a text message tore me from my thoughts and my sweet kiss with John.

We pulled away, panting. "Sherlock, you've got a text," John said with a frown as he got off of me, and grabbed my phone.

"Ignore it. It's probably just Mycroft with some more information on the Richard Cory case, and frankly I have other things, or rather a person, that I want to do." I gently pulled on John's wrist, but he pulled away.

"No... It's Moriarty," John said, though he blushed at my words.

"What? Let me see," I took my phone from John as he held it out to me.

'Let's play a game,' the text read 'got something you might like. Meet me on the beach, ASAP. JM xx'

John read the message over my shoulder. "Are you going to go down there?"

Another text came through as I was about to reply. 'In case it wasn't clear, 'ASAP' means now. JM xx'

I sighed and typed a quick reply before looking at John apologetically. "I think I have to. It could be vital for the case involving both Richard Cory and Anderson. Do you want to come along?"

John nodded his head. "Okay, let's go."

Quickly shoving on some clothes, John and I went out into the humid night air. We had one week left before the holidays and the end of camp, and I hoped to spend it with John.

We walked down to the beach and passed Mycroft and Lestrade on our way down there. "What are you two doing here?" Mycroft asked us sternly, looking bedraggled.

"We could ask you the same thing, brother dear," I replied, tilting my head upwards, clutching my hands behind my back.

Mycroft rolled his eyes, and Lestrade and John both looked sheepish. "Don't stay out here too long," Mycroft told us as he and Lestrade walked away.

We stepped under the light of the moon on the sand, and it all looked eerily beautiful. John and I looked around, and couldn't see Moriarty anywhere.

We turned to our original position and there Moriarty had appeared. John jumped, and I squeezed his hand to assure him it was okay.

"Johnny boy!" Moriarty said in a high voice, "I'm sorry to have startled you. I've always been a bit of a drama queen, in that respect. It was clever though, wasn't it? Appearing like that." He appeared to go off into his own world for a second, but an instant later, he was back to being the serpent I knew Jim to be.

"What do you want, Moriarty?" I asked impatiently.

"Oh, yes! I saw quite the sight tonight," Moriarty chuckled. "I saw your brother sticking his tongue down a students throat. It was a male student, too, captain of the rugby team, no less. What's his name? Gavin, maybe? I don't know."

"Greg," John and I said at the same time.

"I imagine you were seeing things," I told Moriarty nonchalantly.

"Ah, well. I was seeing things, too. Dreadful things that'll never leave my mind. I thought you wouldn't believe me. That's why I took some pictures. Here, you want to see them?" Moriarty grabbed a phone out of his pocket and held it out to us.

John and I looked at the pictures that were undeniably of Mycroft and Greg. Suddenly, I grabbed the phone out of his hand, and tossed it into the ocean, watching as it landed with a splash.

"I must admit that was a remarkable throw!" Moriarty laughed. "I have backups of those pictures, by the way. Nice try though."

"You said you had a game. What is it?"

"Oh, yeah. If you back off from the 'suicide' of Richard Cory, I won't show people these pictures. If you proceed, I'll show everyone, and I will burn the hearts out of your brother and his boyfriend."

"That doesn't sound like a game," John remarked, "that sounds like blackmail."

Moriarty looked at John pityingly. "You're so ordinary, Johnny boy. It's adorable. Aren't ordinary people adorable, Sherly?"

"Actually, John, you're right," I said, ignoring Moriarty's question. "It is blackmail. How dull. Good night, Moriarty."

I turned on my heels and confidently walked away, dragging John away behind me.

Once we were in the safety of our room, John decided to talk. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to work out the Richard Cory murder, obviously," I replied as I stripped off into my boxers, "and we're going to steal back the frankly alarming pictures of Mycroft and Lestrade's passionate kissing and grabbing."

John looked at me. "You're optimistic," he laughed.

"Not optimistic," I told him. "Just eager to get you into bed."

John raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh really?"

"Yes," I replied, our gazes locked. I walked over to him, and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, never once looking away from his eyes. Once he was naked, and he had taken my boxers off of me (using his teeth, might I add)I pushed him down onto my bed, and climbed on top of him.

John's arms went around my back as I began to slowly kiss his jawline, before moving to his neck, kissing him softly, and occasionally sucking and biting.

*LOVE MAKING BEGINS*

The feel of John's body against my own drove me crazy, and when his hands moved to my behind the lust took over. I sucked on John's neck hard, and he gasped with pleasure, arching his back, causing his hardened member to poke me in the stomach.

I shifted so that my arse was over John's member, and I slowly lowered myself down onto him. We both let out growls low in our throats as we began moving in unison, backwards and forwards into each other and away from each other. My hands gripped John's hair while his gripped the sheets.

"Sherlock..." John grunted quietly, as sweat began to form on his head.

"Shh," I hushed him as I brushed my hand over his forehead, "it's okay, baby," I whispered as we moved harder and faster.

My legs were on either side of John's waist, and his lips were against my neck. We reached our climax at the same time, and I got off of him and lay next to him, acknowledging the mess on John's stomach.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, grabbing some tissues off of the bedside table, wiping the liquid off of him.

"It's fine. That was perfect, by the way."

"I agree," I said, placing a quick kiss on John's lips before finally we fell asleep.