Johnlock: The Prince and His Personal Guardian

Pt 11 - Having Ever After

It had been decided that the boys would have their honeymoon in the castle.  They had discussed going to the summer palace located a little South of Watson Hold, directly on the Lake Potable, but decided against it to limit the need for travel for a large entourage. They would have had to take almost the whole household and didn't even plan to leave their room.

When the ceremony was completed and all the mandatory papers had been signed, King Eric nodded at the prince and Locke. A few moments later, they were running back down the aisle and out the door. Holding hands, the newly-formed married couple nearly ran all the way to the door, but then remembering where they were, they slowed and exited with a little more decorum. They road back to the castle keep in their crystal coach.

Having climbed the broad steps to the castle, they walked carefully through the public hallways until they found themselves in the prince's empty halls. They broke into an eager run again. Entering John's rooms, they stopped just inside the door and grabbed each other around their chests and waists and anywhere they could wrap an arm, crushing lips together in a deep and fervent kiss.

A/N: For those that would rather not read sweet smut, the next SIXTEEN (16) paragraphs are a love scene. (Many of the paragraphs are single-line dialogue) You may wish to skip this scene. Pick up where I have marked at "Locke held John until he relaxed....."

Clothing was being none-too-carefully removed between kisses, and pieces dropped in a beautiful trail all the way to John's bed. Naked and still kissing and holding each other, they fell to the mattress together, their heads on the same pillow. Locke beamed a beautiful smile and leaned to kiss his prince's lips, covering John's mouth with a sweet, affectionate, lingering kiss.

They both felt an urgent need building inside. They held each other around the waist and trapped their turgid shafts between their bellies. Locke thrust his eager tongue into John's mouth. Sucking and laving John's tongue, Locke pulled the breath from John. With just a moment of breathlessness, John flipped himself over and pressed his bottom to Locke's hips. John whispered, "I don't know how to make love with you, Sherlock. You'll have to teach me."

"Johnny, I've never done this. I had a man love me this way, but I've never..."

"We'll learn together."

"Damn... Johnny, I might hurt you. I remember that it hurt me the first time. It does get better, but... listen to me. There are other ways I can love you right now that will be just as satisfying, but won't hurt..." The prince rolled back over to face Locke.

"No, Sherlock.  I want you 'all the way'. We're married. This is our wedding night. I want you to make me yours. Take me and make me yours." Sherlock bit his knuckle and tried one more time to dissuade his prince.

"Johnny, I love you. You know that.  I can't..."

"And I love you, with all my heart and soul...." John stroked Sherlock's cheek. "Please... please...."

Sherlock could not hold out against this beautiful boy that he loved so much. He wanted Prince John That way just as much as the prince wanted him to do this. Closing his eyes momentarily, Locke capitulated reluctantly.

"Johnny... Listen... You stop me if there's any pain... Any at all..."  He took John's face in both his hands.  "You hear me?"

"Yes... Sherlock..." The prince pecked a little kiss to Locke's lips.

After a deep breathy sigh, Sherlock instructed, "Hold still, Johnny." He let his prince roll back over facing away from him. Holding John's trim hips, Locke put his fingers in his mouth and wet them sloppily.  He brushed his fingers around his prince's puckered passage. "Relax, darling." Locke pushed his manhood against John's bottom. He slid himself just inside the prince, drawing a sharp gasp from John. The prince's body stiffened. "I've hurt you. Let's stop. There are other ways I can love you."

"No. I need this. You are my husband, and I want to please you."

"Darling, I'm pleased just holding you."

"Yes, but your body wants more. I can tell." Locke sighed deeply again and once more clutched John's hips.

"Okay... breathe... breathe..." After a few breaths, the prince was breathing easier. He lay his hand on Locke's and squeezed his fingers.

Kissing John's neck and shoulders, Locke pushed himself carefully deeper. The virgin prince was so tight inside and so warm, that Sherlock was nearly incapacitated with a tightening in his loins, a quickening need. The prince was very still, too still, rhythmically squeezing Locke's fingers where they lay on his hip. Locke, breathing raggedly, whispered, "Are you okay, baby?" John nodded quickly.

Pressing himself closer until his hips were against John's bottom, Locke paused and took a couple deep breaths himself. His body, screaming for release, wanted him to push hard into the prince. "Johnny," he whispered, "I'm going to move now. Please... please stop me if I hurt you." After a couple of short thrusts, Locke's eyes closed and he began a slow careful rhythm.

He whispered again. "Johnny, I want to please you, too. I'm going to touch you." Sliding his hand down John's abdomen, he took John's straining member into his hand, stroking him firmly from the tip to his belly. He caressed him with the rhythm that he was using to move inside John. John spoke softly, "Sherlock, that feels... good." Still though, Locke heard the distress in John's voice.

"Darling, I'm hurting you... I can stop."

"No." He whispered softly. Locke detected a sob in John's voice. "Please, go on..."

"Sweetheart." Locke stroked hard a couple times, and an aching ecstasy overtook him. He recovered his sanity after the beautiful pleasure burned through him and caressed John to his completion, a pleasure/pain John had never before experienced.

Locke held John until he relaxed.

John flipped over to face Locke, placing his hands against Locke's chest. Gazing at John's tear-stained face, Locke mourned, "I did hurt you."

John smiled and asked, "Some at first, but... Sherlock, what was that at the end?"

"The end?"

"When you pulled on me, there was a wonderful feeling. I liked that... a lot."

"You've never... um, pulled yourself... to... to get that feeling."

"No-oo... Can one do that? "

"Well, yes. It's not done or mentioned in polite company, but everybody does it... even girls."

"Mother's priests beat all of us guys that ever tried to even just touch ourselves. I learned my lesson well and I've never tried. The only time I've ever had that good a feeling has been in dreams." He paused and gazed into Locke's eyes. "I must have been dreaming of you." Locke's eyes moistened as he thought about how much he loved this darling innocent boy.

"My sweet Johnny, there are so many ways we can love each other. I have some surprises for you now that we are married." Locke grinned, thinking about what he'd be teaching his prince while they were on their honeymoon. They lay together whispering sweet love words until they drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other.

A/N If you like these two boys, read the sequels to this story, "JohnLock2: Recovering the Love"   and "JohnLock3: Missing Sherlock". Thanks for reading any of my stories. CGC