To Be So Young And In Love

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: Please review! Thank you! Sorry for the four day delay! I've been so busy, I now have braces, and I now have a job! Thanks for your patience!

John settled into his deep and warm bath. He didn't have bubbles, just plain old water. He was so tired, today he and Sherlock had ran around after a boy who used to go to their school, trying to get him to give an old lady back her hand bag. They had succeeded, but John's muscles ached, and he was the fit one. He hoped Sherlock was okay.

John lay back so his head was underwater and he closed his eyes, his whole body was surrounded by warm and relaxing water.

He resurfaced and just lay there with his head above water thinking about bath-thoughts (which are always deep, much like shower-thoughts and just-before-bed-thoughts).

The door suddenly opened and John's eyes widened and he saved his dignity by placing his hands over his manhood.

"Get Ou-Oh, Sherlock, what are you doing in here?" John frowned. They didn't have a lock on the bathroom door so when he had a bath or shower he'd tell his family so nobody would come in. But Sherlock must have just come right upstairs.

"I'm bored. I've had a shower, and I wanted to be with you so my boredom would go away." Sherlock said and he sat down heavily on the chair just next to the bath and next to John's head.

"Erm, I'm kind of having a bath." John said.

"Oh, don't worry, the door is shut, your sister is still passed out in bed I think." Sherlock said calmly, looking down at John "John, why are you covering your genitals? It is nothing I haven't seen before when we dress in the same room." Sherlock frowned.

John honestly didn't know what to say "Erm... Listen, though I have no problem with you seeing my body, I just think it would be best for both of us if we try to avoid seeing each other so bare when it is so close to our sixteenth birthdays..." John trailed off.

"I am perfectly in control, John. As are you. You did walk in on me changing this morning, and though I could tell you were slightly aroused, you did not act on it." Sherlock said casually.

John sighed, it made sense.

"Alright, you can stay." John gave in and let go of his manhood.

"That is better. I can see all of you. I love your body." Sherlock exclaimed.

"Thanks... I love yours too." John said with a small smile.

Sherlock jumped into a conversation about the experiments he was planning on doing as he watched John rub soap all over his body.

"...And that is my theory. John, are my pupils dilated?" Sherlock asked.

John put the soap on the side of the tub and looked up into his love's eyes "Yes, very." John said.

"Hmm, I am very aroused." Sherlock said.

John raised an eyebrow and his eyes flickered down to Sherlock's crotch where his trousers were tented "I can see that." He smirked.

"Oh, it'll go down or I'll sort it out later. John, can I wash your hair?" Sherlock asked.

"Sure you can handle it while so aroused?" John said with a giggle.

"I'm sure." Sherlock said. He slipped off the chair and knelt next to the tub gracefully.

Sherlock squeezed some shampoo onto his hands and John sat up. Sherlock spent about three minutes running his hands through John's hair, doing different styles and just enjoying the feel of his love's hair between his fingers.