All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

John's POV

Charlie was reading on his bed when I came in. He looked up and beamed at me as I closed the door. "Two minutes 'til curfew! Good job, man!" He exclaimed.

I smiled at him as I plonked down onto my bed. "Yeah, it took enough effort though."

"Huh," Charlie said thoughtfully, before turning back to his book. I knew he was curious as to where I had been, but he didn't bother asking about it. 

I pulled out my phone and sent Sherlock a test text to see if he had his phone back on the weekends, since I was to busy while I was with him to ask. I got a prompt reply. I grinned at my phone and began texting Sherlock. 

I must say, I do prefer kissing you without the beard.- JW

If you got a mustache I'd still kiss you.-SH

I might just grow one then.- JW

Go on then, do it.- SH

Fine, I will.- JW

I miss you.- SH

I miss you too babe.- JW

UGH.-SH

What?-JW

They're at it again. -SH

Wha- oh.-JW

Can you bring me some earmuffs tomorrow?-SH

Is it really that bad? -JW

"OHHHH YES! GREG AHHH OH YES!" My brother sounds like a woman, John, yes it's that bad. -SH

I laughed aloud at this, and almost fell off my bed. Charlie gave me a questioning look, but didn't comment. 

Alright, alright, I'll bring you earmuffs. Anything else?-JW

That should be it. John, I think the floor beneath them is going to give out. If I don't reply, it is for that reason. I have been crushed by the impact of their floor which is my ceiling falling on top of me. Remember that.-SH

Why don't you come back here then? I'm sure I can be more than hospitable for you ;) -JW

Actually, that's a good idea, John, you're a genius! I have a plan! -SH

Uh oh, I'm a bit concerned about this. -JW

Don't be, my beloved, I have this all sorted out. I'll text you when I get there, okay? I love you xx -SH

Alright. I love you too xx -JW

I squirmed with excitement and anticipation. Sherlock was sneaking back onto campus. I couldn't even begin to think about what this 'plan' of his was, but I knew it would be good. 

"You alright there, John?" Charlie asked me, looking up at me. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Charlie smiled at me, and I smiled back, still shaking with excitement.

After a while my phone began ringing, and I hurriedly pulled it out of my pocket and answered it. "Hey," I breathed into the phone. 

"Hello, gorgeous. Tell Charles you're going to stay in your friends room and come meet me in the forest, where we usually meet, if it's not to much trouble for you, after, you know..."

I chuckled. "Okay, I'll be there right away. See you in a bit." I hung up and turned to Charlie, putting on a sympathetic face. "Hey, I'm going to go over to my friends room and stay with him. He's having a bit of a rough time at the moment. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, go. Make sure he's alright. I'll see you later." 

I smiled at Charlie and then left, making my way to the forest area. I saw a small light in the distance, and knew it was Sherlock waiting for me. I ran the rest of the way out to see him, and I ran into his arms, making us fall backwards onto the soft forest floor. Sherlock chuckled underneath me and I leaned down and kissed him roughly. Sherlock's hands slid up underneath my shirt, his hands were cold but felt hot against my skin. I grabbed at his hair- he had cut it since I had seen him, which was only hours earlier, and his gorgeous, soft curls were back. 

"Come on," Sherlock said as we pulled away for air. "I'll now let you in on my plan."

I got off of Sherlock and helped him up. Keeping his fingers laced with mine, he led me back through the forest and across the field. He led me back into the boys dorm area, and led me to a room. He grabbed a hairclip out of his pocket, and shrugged at me before picking the lock. The door swung open with ease, and we stepped into the room. 

It was, of course, vacant and cold, but it was just right for Sherlock and I. I turned to my boyfriend and smiled at him. "You couldn't have just taken Mycroft's skeleton key?"

Sherlock wrinkled up his nose as he wrapped his arms around me. "Where's the fun in that?" He dipped me downwards so he leaned over me, his breath tickling my face. "I have missed you so much."

"We were together just hours ago," I pointed out. 

"I'll drop you," Sherlock smirked. 

"Do it. I'll pull you down with me."

"Why don't I just kiss you instead?" Sherlock murmured, his gaze on my lips. 

"That'd be real nice."

Sherlock chuckled quietly before leaning down, kissing me gently on the lips. Our lips moved in synchronisation as we continued to kiss hungrily. Sherlock placed me upright again, but carried me ove to one of the beds, and gently laid me down, before climbing on top of me. He leaned down to iss me again, but stopped midway. 

"No," Sherlock said, scooping me up off of the bed, carrying me into the bathroom. "You have to wash that smell off of you."

"What are you, a werewolf or something?"

"No, but I don't like the fact that you smell like another boy. Come on."

"If I didn't shave you earlier you would've still looked like a werewolf. I'm only getting in the shower if you come in too."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and began taking off his clothes. I chuckled and followed suit, and soon we were in the shower together. Sherlock wrapped his arms around my neck and mine went around his waist, it made it easier with the whole height issue, and his lips were against my neck. He pressed me against the wall of the shower. I gasped as he sucked on my sensitive skin and pulled him in closer to me. 

Sherlock picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his bare body against my own. "This defies the entire purpose of having you get in the shower," Sherlock murmured. 

"Who cares? This is so much better."

Sherlock growled lustfully. "You're right."

"Should we go to the bed?"

"How about the table?"

I chuckled. "Table it is."