All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter 28

Charlie's POV

Dimitri and I had been in the safe house for over a month, and I was bored out of my mind. I was rarely ever allowed out of Dimitri's sight, and I wasn't ever allowed outside, in case Jim had found us and lay in wait.

It was still awkward with Dimitri, and there was so much tension between us, it drove me insane. I was sitting on the sofa one night, watching some dull movie, when I heard the clanking of glass come from behind. I turned my head to see Dimitri coming in with a large crate of beer bottles.

His muscles bulged with the heaviness of the crate, and his dark hair fell into his face, and he blew it away in an adorable fashion.

"What's all this?" I asked him, waving my hands in the direction of the crate.

"You've been getting bored, I've been getting bored, let's drink."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "I don't think that's such a good idea... Last time I got drunk I began dating a psychopath."

Dimitri's face fell slightly. "Oh."

"But it's fine," I said quickly, "I'm sure nothing bad can happen this time, right? I am with you, after all."

His face lit up again. "Exactly."

He tossed me a bottle, and I unscrewed the lid, and began to drink. Dimitri followed suit, and then turned on some music. Music like Pink Floyd came on, and I cheered loudly, recognising "Another Brick In The Wall." Together Dimitri and I began singing, continuing to down the beer at an intense pace.

As the music continued to play loudly, Dimitri shouted: "This beer is monkey piss! Let me see what else I can find!"

Dimitri disappeared and left me in the room, dancing to Palaye Royale. When he returned, he had a large bottle of whiskey in his hand, which he held up triumphantly.

I cheered over the music as he handed me the bottle, and I took a swig. The poision burned my throat as it went down, but I couldn't care less. I loved it. 

The night continued on, and the music got louder, we got drunker, and suddenly I was dancing with Dimitri. My hands were on his waist, and he was grinding his arse against my cock. I groaned as I got aroused, and I knew Dimitri could feel it.   We continued to sing and dance, drinking more and more alcohol. My vision blurred, and I couldn't keep my balance for a lot of the time. At one stage I was falling, and Dimitri instinctively spun around and wrapped his arms around my waist, steadying me. He leaned over me, looking into my eyes. His hair fell into his face, and I absentmindedly pushed his hair behind his ears. 

His eyes were soft as he looked at me, and it reminded me of the day I fell on him naked. He cleared his throat and set me up straight, walking away from me, running a hand through his hair. I went and sat on the sofa, feeling rejected. I was such a dickhead. I thought he liked me, but apparently not. I was getting ahead of myself. 

Moments later, the music stopped playing, and Dimitri sat opposite me in another seat. He had a guitar in his hand. After fiddling with the strings for a minute or so, he began to play. Even though we were both incredibly intoxicated, he still played as well as he would sober.

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true

"And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you

"I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true

"And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you

"All my loving, I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true

"And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you

"All my loving, I will send to you
All my loving, darling I'll be true
All my loving, all my loving
Ooh, all my loving, I will send to you."

I began clapping a little to enthusiastically, whistling away like an idiot. He sounded amazing. He was amazing. He stood up, and so did I. We looked into each others eyes, and this time, neither of us moved away. I gently placed my hand against his cheek, and found myself moving into him, and he into me. 

When our lips connected -I'll sound like a girl but oh well- it was like fireworks had set themselves off in my stomach. I tangled my fingers into Dimitri's hair, pulling him closer to me. His hands travelled to my thighs, and he pulled me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

As I heatedly ripped Dimitri's shirt off of him, he lay me on the sofa, climbing on top of me. His lips soon connected with mine again, and I could taste the alcohol on his breath, but it was all perfect in that moment. 

My jeans came off in an instant, and I somehow managed to get Dimitri's off of him as well. It felt so right being with him, even though at one stage he was holding me captive, beating the shit out of me and what not, but anyway, being with him in that way made me feel like it was just the two of us together, no one else in the world could touch us, harm us, as we lay snogging on the sofa, in nothing but our pants. 

Dimitri's lips travelled to my neck, where he sucked and nipped at my skin, making me groan and arch my back. "Dimitri..." I breathed. 

That must've sobered him a bit, because he unfortunately pulled away, and looked down at me in horror. "Oh shit..." He climbed off of me and went into his room. I didn't bother following him. It was all too good to be true anyway. Instead I retired to my room, feeling dejected, embarrassed, uncomfortable in my pants.