All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

John's POV

I spent the whole weekend with Sherlock in that dorm room. At eating times I would go eat and bring him back some fruit, and then I would have to force him to eat it. It was just like old times, that is, until Mycroft worked out where he went and came and the two had a quiet row about the matter. Sherlock was then dragged back to Mycroft's house and I was left at the school. 

I went back to 221b and found Charlie studying at the table. I smirked as I looked at the table, thinking back to the Friday night just days ago. 

Charlie looked up at me. "How's your friend?"

"Huh?"

"Your friend. You said he wasn't doing to good. Is he alright now?" 

"Oh, right. Yeah, he's alright."

"That's good," Charlie smiled. "Hey, I was thinking about going for a walk, do you wanna come?"

"Sure," I smiled.

The weather was nice outside, so we didn't need our coats. We went outside and began to walk around the campus. Students were out and about playing sports and chatting away, and it was quite nice. Usually, Sherlock and I wouldn't be around the campus and other students. We'd usually go into town or stay in and 'entertain' ourselves. 

As we walked around we joked around and talked, and it was nice to be able to have someone equal, someone who I could talk to and not feel completely stupid. Sherlock had gotten better with that, he often dumbed himself down for me, but with Charlie, we were neutral. It was nice. 

Charlie was actually pretty great. We had lots in common. He was funny, very good looking, kind,  funny and talented. We ended up walking to a secluded part of the campus, and I suddenly realised just how close we were standing next to each other. We were so close that his hand brushed against my own. I discreetly stepped away a bit, and Charlie didn't seem to notice. 

We sat down on a tree stump and continued talking. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. 

"Erm, yeah," Charlie scratched the back of his head in a really cute way, but that also indicated that he was unhappy with her and uncomfortable with the topic and oh God I was beginning to sound like Sherlock. "Her name's Janine. I'm not sure I like her though. I'm a bit... confused at the moment to be honest."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Charlie shook his head and smiled. "No," he laughed, embarrassedly. "No, it's fine. What about you do you have a-"

Charlie was cut off by a screeching noise. "What was that?" I asked, fighting the urge to block my ears.

"That was my girlfriend making herself known," Charlie groaned, and I think he muttered something like 'She always has to ruin the moment', but I couldn't really tell. 

I looked up and saw a brunette girl running over towards us. "Should I leave you to it?" I asked awkwardly. 

"No. Stay. Please."

I nodded and sat back as Charlie's girlfriend got nearer, and ran into Charlie's arms. I looked around awkwardly. "Hey, baby," she said into Charlie's chest, her voice was muffled but her Irish accent was very distinctive. Charlie patted her back awkwardly, and looked at me. 

"Sorry," he mouthed to me. 

I shook my head. "It's fine," I mouthed back. 

I decided to text Sherlock while I waited. Hey gorgeous. -JW

Hey yourself. -SH

What are you doing? -JW

Missing you. -SH

Aren't you cheesy? I miss you too though xx -JW

I love you xx -SH

I love you too, Sherlock xx -JW

Come visit me? Xx -SH

I'll be over soon xx -JW

I looked up and saw Charlie and Janine talking. I stood up and tapped Charlie on the shoulder. "Hey, erm, I better get going, but I'll see you later?"

"Oh, erm, yeah, okay. Bye," Charlie replied, looking sorry and embarrassed.

I ran off, and went to the street in front of the school, managing to find a cab. I got in and told the cabbie the address, and soon I was on my way to Mycroft's house. 

When we got there, I paid the cabbie and got out of the cab, knocking on the front door. I heard footsteps quickly approach, and the door opened, revealing my sexy boyfriend. He was panting slightly, his curls falling over his eyes and the buttons on his white shirt were undone, showing his muscular chest. He wasn't wearing shoes for a change, instead he was in socks. He also wasn't wearing any trousers; he was in only tight, black pants. I couldn't help but stare slightly.

"Did you run up here?" I asked with a smirk.

"No," he lied, smirking back at me. "Come on." He scooped me up bridal style and carried me down to his room with ease. "I was in the process of dressing, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't wondering so much as fantasizing," I admitted.

Sherlock chuckled and paused in the hallway, bending over to place a sweet kiss on my lips. He pulled away and continued walking to his room. He kicked the door closed behind us as we came in, before laying me down on the bed. Sherlock crawled on top of me and straddled my hips. 

With his hands either side of my head to support himself and not throw all his weight on me, Sherlock bent down and kissed me again. I moved my hands along Sherlock's chest and up around his neck, playing with the loose curls at the nape of his neck. 

I groaned as Sherlock's tongue met mine, and I arched my back as his hands travelled along my body. His cold hands travelled under my shirt and ran along my back, sending delighted tingles throughout me. 

I gasped against Sherlock's lips as he then put his hands down my pants and cupped me in his hands. 

At that moment, the door opened, and we heard Greg say "Holy shit!"

Sherlock chuckled, but didn't bother removing his hand. "Serves him right for not knocking first."

I turned my head towards Greg and saw Mycroft was now beside him, his arms crossed over his chest, a displeased look on his face. Sherlock chuckled, and I giggled nervously, before turning back towards Sherlock, his gaze locking with mine. Sherlock winked at me, and glorious shivers went down my spine. 

"Sherlock, would you mind removing your hand from down John's pants and coming with me for a moment?" Mycroft said, his voice emotionless. 

Sherlock turned to him and shook his head, his curls bouncing as he did so. "Sorry, brother dear, I'm afraid I'm actually a bit busy."

Greg walked off, and I squirmed underneath Sherlock. "Sherlock," Mycroft said, his voice hard. 

"Fine," Sherlock sighed, removing his hand from my bulge. He winked at me again and kissed me on the forehead, before following Mycroft out, sliding along the wooden floor on his socks as he did so. 

Sherlock and Mycroft were gone a while, so I sat up and fixed up my hair. I sat there for a bit looking around. After about ten minutes, Greg came back looking sheepish. "Hey, mate," he said quietly.

"Hey. Erm, sorry about that."

Greg shook his head and laughed. "Nah, it's alright, I suppose it's like that for Sherlock. Hey, erm, did you want to stay for dinner? I can drop you off afterwards."

"Oh, erm, okay, sure."

I knew it would be awkward, but I had no idea just how much.