All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Mycroft's POV

Sherlock was in a gloomy mood when Greg and I picked him up on the Friday night. "You alright, Sherlock?" Greg asked him, looking in the rearview mirror as he drove. 

"Nothing," Sherlock grumbled. I was about to chastise him, but Greg shook his head. 

The rest of the drive was silent and awkward, and as soon as we got back home, Sherlock went down into his little room, and I followed close behind. "Sherlock," I banged on the door since he had locked it. "Sherlock, let me in."

A sigh came from the other side of the door, and Sherlock opened it. I pushed past him and checked his room; he was clean. I nodded and then went back upstairs and sat beside Greg on the sofa. "Is he alright?" Lestrade asked me. 

"I honestly don't know with that boy. He's been all over the place lately."  I wrapped my arm around Greg's shoulders and held him close to me. 

Greg was about to kiss me when there came a knock at the door. I sighed and got up to answer it. "John!" I exclaimed, looking at my brothers boyfriend who stood on my doorstep, still in his school uniform. 

"Is Sherlock in?" John asked, trying to see past me. 

"Yes, he's in his room," I frowned. 

"Great, can you show me the way?" He asked quickly.

I nodded and stepped aside for him to come in. "Hey, Greg," John quickly acknowledged Greg before following me down to Sherlock's room. I went to knock on the closed door, but John caught my hand and shook his head. I nodded and walked off, leaving John to deal with Sherlock himself. It was obvious something had happened between the two of them. 

John's POV

I opened the door to Sherlock's room and saw him laying on his bed. "Hey," I said, sitting beside him. 

Sherlock grunted in response. 

I brushed his hair off of his forehead lovingly and he stiffened. "Sherlock, are we alright?"

"What were you doing the other night, John?" Sherlock asked me, his voice cold and emotionless. 

"I wasn't doing anything."

"You were with another guy. I can smell his deodorant on you."

I thought back to earlier in the day when I asked to borrow Charlie's body spray since I ran out of my stuff. I told Sherlock about it but he seemed to ignore me. He sat up, and was about to leave the room, when I pushed him back down and closed the door. 

I turned back to him, and decided to take control. "I've missed you."

Sherlock still wouldn't reply.

I sighed and went and sat on top of him, forcing my lips against his. He froze for a moment, before giving into the temptation and he began hungrily kissing me back. When we pulled away for air, I spoke again in a whisper, my voice hoarse. "I've missed you."

In one fluid motion, I was underneath Sherlock. "I've missed you too," he growled lustfully, pulling off my school jersey, before proceeding to undo the buttons on my school shirt. He pressed his lips bac against mine, and his tongue met mine. I let him take control of the kiss, but my hands began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Sherlock shrugged out of it, and then stopped. He removed his lips from mine and looked at my chest. "Why didn't you tell me you got the stitches out?"

"You haven't exactly been talking to me this week, Sherlock." I squirmed underneath him, feeling self concious. All I had now was a large, ugly, purple scar from the surgery. It didn't exactly help that Sherlock was staring at it either. I tried to push Sherlock off of me so I could leave. I felt humiliated. I felt like a hideous monster. Tears began to trickle out of my eyes, and I tried to get out from underneath Sherlock but he pushed me back down on the bed and looked into my eyes, before leaning down, planting small kisses all over my scar. I felt his own tears drop onto my chest, and then he looked up at me. 

"John, I love you so much. I am so sorry for doing this to you. I am so, so sorry. You are absolutely perfect, John. You're so beautiful and I am so sorry."

"Shh," I said, kissing away his tears. "It's not your fault. Don't apologise."

Sherlock hugged me tightly and we stayed like that for quite some time. I lay there, feeling Sherlock's heart pound against my own, and I smiled. "Sherlock," I muttered after a bit.

"Mmmm?"

"I need to get back to the school, and you need to shave."

"Shave?" Sherlock pulled away and gave me a good look at his shaggy hair and beard. 

"Yes," I giggled. "You look like a caveman."

"Shave me then you can go back."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright. Come on then." 

Sherlock smirked at me and got up, grabbing my hand, leading me to the huge bathroom. He locked the door behind us and looked at me. "Go on."

I saw we were still both shirtless and I chuckled. "If Greg or Mycroft come down here, they're going to get this whole thing very mixed up."

Sherlock shrugged. "Consider it payback. Now. Shave me."

 I sighed and grabbed a razor from a drawer and some shaving cream. I put the shaving cream on Sherlock's face, and then began to carefully shave off all his thick facial hair. His eyes were on me the whole time, and the whole time I was deep in thought about how he could possibly grow so much hair on his face, and why he hadn't shaved it all off.

"Because I wanted you to do it," Sherlock said suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts. I jumped and nicked his skin. 

"Shit!" Sherlock hissed with pain as he began to bleed.

"Oh my..." my voice trailed off as I went and got some toilet paper and gave it to him to hold against his cheek. His cheek. "I am so sorry, babe."

Sherlock smirked at me. "It's fine. It's only minor anyway. Continue."

I kept shaving him, being extra cautious, knowing we would probably look incredibly silly to anyone else, but I didn't care, and neither did Sherlock. Once most of Sherlock's face was visible, I looked him over and gave him a satisified nod. "Do you want me to cut your hair too?"

Sherlock laughed. "No, I think we're fine. Mycroft will get a barber in or something." Sherlock wrapped his arms around me, our bare torsos touching. Sherlock kissed me softly and sweetly, and I moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to me. "Jaaaawn," Sherlock groaned, grabbing me by the thighs, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sherlock pressed me against the bathroom door as we continued to kiss. Sherlock rubbed himself against me and I gasped. 

Sherlock moved me away from the wall and looked at his watch. "You should... Probably go... You'll miss curfew," he murmured in between kisses, before setting me down on the ground again. I sighed as I looked up at him.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Walk me out?"

Sherlock and I went back into his room first to grab my shirt, tie and jersey, before he walked me to the door. "I love you," he told me, kissing me softly as we stopped at the front door.

"I love you too. I'll come around tomorrow?"

Sherlock nodded. "Please."

I kissed him once more before I got a cab back to the school, knowing Charlie would probably ask questions.