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John had just taken his old army duffle and had stuffed some clothes and his wash-bag inside. He had fled into Regents Park and sat on a bench. He thought about calling an old army-buddy but then didn’t. Instead he had called Greg and was told to wait. Greg wanted to call Mycroft but Mycroft was faster. He wanted to be sure that John didn’t run away from Sherlock. Sherlock would be devastated and return to his drugs because John clearly was a three-shot-problem.
So John was picked up by Greg and taken over to Mycroft’s place. John was a bit surprised but finally accepted the offer to stay in one of the comfy guest-rooms. It felt a bit creepy though but John hadn’t expected such a nice place to hide in.
Mycroft only was on the phone and told John he would be home late. But he wanted to talk to John later and asked him to wait up for him. John promised to do so and asked if he could use the TV and the kitchen. Mycroft had snorted and told him to do whatever he wanted.
So John started to cook dinner. He needed to be busy. And while he prepared a pie he was scared to death by an old butler who suddenly appeared behind him and politely asked him to hand over the wooden spoon. Just by reflex he did as being asked and was seated in the living-room with a glass of whiskey.
John sighed and switched on the telly. He had to fumble with the remote but finally he managed to find the correct station which wasn’t some weird Korean news station. He watched some football when the butler brought his dinner on a tray.
“Thank you.” The man nodded and disappeared. He had also left some wine and nosh and also dessert. This was a bit like paradise and John wondered if this was normal life for Mycroft. It probably was because the dessert was cake. He grinned.
He enjoyed everything and calmly sipped his drink. Then his mobile dinged. It was Greg. He texted that Sherlock was asleep now, that he had cried and didn’t understand John’s actions. John sighed and shook his head.
Tomorrow he would call him. Greg. Not Sherlock. And at first he had to face the scary older brother who was always worried about his sibling. He checked his watch. It was after midnight already and Mycroft wasn’t yet home. He could still hear the old butler clutter in the kitchen. Was he living here, too? John wondered. He should have asked beforehand is he was all alone in here.
Then he heard the large front door being opened and stood up. He turned around and saw at first a tall broad-shouldered man checking into the living-room. He had seen him before; he was one of Mycroft’s body-guards. They nodded and he let Mycroft inside. He looked awfully tired. John took over.
“Mycroft, you look horrible. Sit down, please.” Mycroft sat down on the sofa and looked at John.
“Yes, I do feel horrible. Is Michael still in?”
“If Michael is the butler, he is. Do you need anything?” Mycroft rubbed his forehead.
“I really like a snack, a sandwich, or something. And a drink.”
“Coming up right away.” At first John poured him a drink and then left for the kitchen where he found the old butler already preparing the snack. He looked up at John.
“Did Mr Holmes just come home?”
“Yes, he did. He likes a sandwich or something. I already got him his drink.”
“Thank you, Dr Watson.”
“Listen, I can do this. Why don’t you go and rest? I don’t even know if you are living here or not?” The butler smiled.
“No, I used to but not anymore. I only come in when Mr Holmes returns from trips to take care of him. I can’t manage full days anymore.”
“Yes, I see. Let me. Go home. It’s fine.” Michael cleaned his hands and waved good-bye.
“Thank you, Dr Watson. I appreciate it.” John finished the sandwich and took another plate with a piece of cake. He carried it back into the living-room and placed it in front of Mycroft on the coffee-table.
“There you are.” Mycroft in the meantime had shed his jacket and shoes and had slumped into the sofa.
“I hurried home after I heard what happened. Greg called me. But you know that. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.” John just looked at him.
“I am sorry. I am confused and tired.” John wasn’t able to remember if Mycroft had ever admitted such a human thing.
“It’s OK. I am very thankful that you are letting me stay here. And believe me, I am confused, too.”
“I am both worried about you and my brother. I hadn’t foreseen that you could just go away to keep him safe. And this is his biggest fear.”
“His biggest fear is me leaving?” Mycroft nodded.
“Yes. He finally found you. He longed for you for quite some time. He kept coming over here, asking me questions about what to do and how to proceed. I bet he did the weirdest things to get to you.”
“I was suspicious, you know? But I never had proof.” Mycroft quietly snorted.
“Of course you didn’t.” Mycroft then seriously looked at John.
“You know, I know how Sherlock likes the sex. I was glad when you and he came together because I trust you a lot with him. Before you he only played. Now he is dead serious.”
“I took it too far, Mycroft.”
“He consented, didn’t he?” John sighed and sipped his drink.
“Of course he did. He always wants to experience and I always was so very careful with him. He only ever gave me one single no-go that I never ignored.” Mycroft just listened to him.
“Why did he panic?” John explained the metal stuff and everything. Mycroft closed his eyes and sighed.
“He probably forgot or more repressed his memories. Let me explain what happened to him.” But at first he held up his glass and John got the bottle of wine. He filled their glasses and he sat down on the sofa, too. Mycroft pulled his long legs under and looked a bit like his brother lounging like this. John looked at him and just waited for him to talk.
“When Sherlock was ten he was kidnapped. They kept him in a dank and dark basement with a hood on all the time. He almost died of dehydration and starvation. Since then he never ate a lot. It just didn’t work. If it became too much he just puked everything out again. He also started to be afraid of the dark or being alone. About two months after he was freed he didn’t remember the basement anymore. We never insisted on a therapy. He wouldn’t have done it anyway.” John gnawed on his lips.
“Well, this could explain the panic. He was very excited about the metal mask and the restraints. But it probably brought everything back.”
“I think so, yes.” Both men looked into their glasses.
“Perhaps I should have told you …” John looked up again.
“Even you couldn’t have foreseen these events, Mycroft.”
“Now that you know, will you go back?” John sipped his wine and thought about it for a bit. Then he answered.
“I can’t live without him anymore. He is the best of what ever could have happened to me. He saved my life, Mycroft. But how should I approach the subject? I can’t possibly ignore it, can I?” Mycroft shrugged which made him almost look normal.
“I don’t know why not? I am not sure if it’s OK talking with him about the kidnapping again.”
“But he will want to try this again. He won’t stop and you know it.” They looked at each other.
“Then you need to be the dominant bitch that you are and tell him no.” Mycroft thinly smiled when John’s face flushed red. Then he cleared his throat.
“Well, I will think of something else to distract him.”
“I believe you are a very creative dom, John.” John by now felt a bit better and he leant back into the sofa looking at Mycroft.
“So, what about you?” Mycroft tried to look all innocent.
“Me? What about me?” John’s eyes slanted.
“Who do you dom?” Mycroft raised a brow.
“Whom.” John looked clueless.
“What?” Mycroft sighed.
“Whom do I dom? It’s whom.” Now John sighed, too.
“So, whom do you dom?” Both men smiled and sipped their wine.
“Gregory.” John really was surprised.
“Really? I had no idea.” Mycroft shook his head laughing.
“Of course not. I also asked him not to spread this. He often stays here whenever both of us find the time.”
“Oh, I see. Does Sherlock know?” Mycroft tilted his head.
“What do you think? After they had a short and very hot affair, I became very fond of Gregory. I asked him out and it worked pretty good.”
“I thought he was married? To a woman, I mean.” Mycroft nodded.
“Yes, he was. They got divorced because she cheated on him.”
“Oh, I see. Poor sod.” They quietly sipped their drinks for a while until Mycroft finally stood.
“I’ll retire now. Make yourself at home, John. Feel free to roam around and use everything. Take what you need from the kitchen, too. If you want to leave the house, this is the code for the alarm-system. All my security has information you are here.” John just nodded and took the number.
“Thank you very much, Mycroft. This is really very kind of you and also very much unexpected, I admit that.”
“Huh.” Mycroft just made a confirming sound and then disappeared upstairs. John filled his glass with the rest from the bottle of wine and slowly emptied it. He needed to think about how to approach Sherlock again. He knew he would go back to Baker Street. But at first he needed a solution. If Sherlock really didn’t remember the reason for his panic-attack, he needed to think of something.
***
When Sherlock woke the next morning he carefully felt around. Then he sighed and opened his eyes. There was no John. Instead his bed was full of folders and notes. Greg’s cold cases.
Well, at least Sherlock had slept well, surprisingly, and was up to some case solving now. But at first he needed coffee. Hopefully Greg was awake and had made breakfast.
Sherlock went into the bathroom first and took a shower. Then he got into comfy clothes and looked for Greg. But Greg was still sleeping. He poked him into his chest.
“Greg, wake up!” And he shot up looking very, very confused and tired.
“What is it? Did something happen?” Sherlock just looked at him.
“I want breakfast.” Greg fell back and groaned loudly.
“Then make some fucking breakfast, Sherlock.”
“I don’t know how. I only ever did it for John. I only know how John likes his breakfast. I don’t know how you like your breakfast. We never had breakfast together. We only ever fucked. I …” Greg waved his hand around and sighed.
“OK, OK. I will make you breakfast after I have taken a shower. You could at least brew some coffee, please?” Sherlock muttered a reply but went into the kitchen.
Greg slumped into the shower and used Sherlock’s fantastic shampoo. He slung a towel around his hips and picked up his clothes from the sofa. Sherlock looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“You look well, Greg.” That was such a rare thing coming from Sherlock that Greg looked up.
“You think?” His palm moved over his six-pack and he held his breath. Both men laughed.
“Yes, I do. My brother does you good.” Now Greg sighed.
“Yes, I think he does, doesn’t he? When he is there, we are having a great time. I would like to see him more often, you know?”
“Tell him. I am sure he feels the same about you. But he thinks you need your freedom.”
“We have talked about this, yes. I didn’t want to give up my flat, you see? But now … I am too often alone in there.”
“Talk to Myc. I believe he will be insanely happy when you tell him you would like to live with him in his pompous home. And I also believe that he will be home more often after you have moved in.”
“You think?” Sherlock nodded and watched Greg scramble some eggs.
“Absolutely. I bet he even would arrange a music room for you.”
“But he has a music room already.” Sherlock grinned.
“Not for your kind of music he does.” Now Greg grinned, too.
“I’ll go over today anyway. I will talk to him.”
“Will you talk to John, too? Tell him I miss him. Tell him I love him. Tell him …”Sherlock helplessly looked at Greg.
“I will. And I think John does know all that. I am sure he misses you, too. And he loves you. A lot.” Sherlock plonked on a chair and looked at Greg.
“This makes me feel bad. These feelings I have, they make me suffer. And I don’t like it.”
“I do understand. I will talk to John and try to get him back here, OK? In the meantime you could sort through the folders for me?” Sherlock slowly nodded.
“Normally I would be long done. But I was so confused yesterday. I only made it halfway through and then I fell asleep. I am sorry, Greg. I know you are used to a better consultant.”
“Don’t feel sorry because of the cold cases. I checked on you yesterday night and found you asleep amongst all the folders. Don’t worry. Whatever you can do will be just perfect.” Sherlock filled his mug with coffee for the second time and went into his bedroom.
Greg finished his breakfast and put everything into the dishwasher and started the machine. Then he called John.
“How are you, mate?” John sighed.
“I talked to Mycroft last night. We had some booze and he explained a lot. Now I need to find the way back.”
“May I tell him you will be back?”
“Yes, please do so. Also tell him I will call him to explain. No, just tell him … Greg, I just don’t know what to say.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I need to think about what to do and how to explain my reaction. I am not sure if I should talk to him about the things Mycroft told me.”
“I know the story. I think you should talk to Myc about it. He knows what’s best for Sherlock.”
“Will do, Greg.”
“I’ll see you later because I am coming over this afternoon. You probably know …”
“I do, Greg. No worries.” Both men quietly laughed and then ended the call. Right then Sherlock dashed out of his room, all dressed in his posh clothes and placing the folders on the kitchen table.
“Here you go, Greg. All done. I put notes on every single folder for you to arrange things.”
“Thank you, Sherlock. I owe you.” Sherlock’s smile was all superior again when he nodded.
“Yes, you do. I am going to see Molly now and pull some blood from a corpse.” And gone he was. Greg shook his head and smiled. Then he collected all the folders and put them into his bag to take them back to Scotland Yard.
***
When John woke the next morning, he felt rather hungry; probably the alcohol. He took a quick shower and dressed into a pair of jeans and a ratty tee. He actually felt like at home here and he wondered why that was so. Was it because Mycroft was family? He entered the kitchen expecting the old butler being on duty but instead he found a half-naked Mycroft only clad in a pair of tracksuit trousers. He stopped dead but Mycroft had heard him already.
“Come on in, John. I hope you don’t mind me being not dressed?” He turned around and looked just good. John was surprised. He had always imagined something else but that was probably only because of what Sherlock always said. And the many mentioned cakes, of course.
“No, it’s your home, so you do as you please.” Mycroft continued with making breakfast and he was just as helpless as his younger brother. So John took over.
“Let me, OK?” Mycroft happily sat down and watched John instead.
“I appreciate it.”
“It’s the least I can do for you.”
“You don’t have to.” John created a big breakfast with toast, beans, eggs and even pancakes. Mycroft sat straight up in his chair and devoured everything. He mostly enjoyed the pancakes and thanked John a lot.
“Well, I thought you might like them, too. Sherlock does like them. Normally I only cook them as a reward.”
“So not very often then, I assume?” Mycroft swallowed the last bite making John grin.
“No, not really. But that makes it special and he knows exactly how it is meant.”
When Mycroft was upstairs and getting ready for office John talked to Greg on the phone. He knew he needed to talk to Sherlock. But he also knew he had to talk to Mycroft first about Sherlock’s past and how much he should reveal of it. So he waited for him to come down.
***
Molly had to pull Sherlock’s sleeve several times until he reacted. He stared down at her.
“What do you want, Molly?” She quickly let go because she knew he didn’t like to be touched.
“I am sorry, but you seemed not OK. Can I help you?” Now Sherlock actually put the blood on the desk and focused on Molly.
“I need advice on relationship. But I think you might be the wrong person to ask.” Molly’s face darkened.
“It was the one time and it wasn’t my fault. He seemed to be so tender and nice.” She sounded sad.
“He was gay.” Sherlock smirked.
“We had sex.” Molly proudly stated.
“He is a great actor.” Sherlock knew that very well.
“Would you like me to help or not?” They looked into each other’s eyes and finally Sherlock nodded.
“Yes, please. I need to ask you a question or two.” Sherlock sat down on a stretcher dangling his long legs over the edge.
“Ask away.” Molly leant against the wall and wondered what this was about. Sherlock cleared his throat.
“This may contain things you could find disturbing, Molly. I am just warning you.” She raised her brows.
“What? The fact that John dominates you in bed and outside? The way you are having the sex?” Now it was Sherlock’s turn to be surprised. He had had no idea that Molly knew and he gave her credits for that.
“Well, yes.” Sherlock admitted the fact. Then he cleared his throat again.
“I panicked during a scene and lost my consciousness. John was very worried that it was his fault because he hadn’t seen my troubles.”
“Did you safeword and he didn’t notice?” Molly asked.
“No, I was so confused and scared that I couldn’t remember how to do it. And I was gagged. I also was wearing a mask so he couldn’t see my face.” Sherlock’s head hung low while he almost only whispered his words to Molly.
“Well, then it wasn’t his fault and it isn’t your fault either. These things happen. You need to talk to each other.”
“But he left me!” Now Molly looked shocked.
“What? He left you? But why?” She asked wildly.
“He said he needed to leave because he was afraid of hurting me more. I was scared he wouldn’t come back.”
“Do you know where he is?” Sherlock nodded.
“Yes, he is at Mycroft’s.”
“Have you been all alone after he had left? Did he at least take care of you?” Sherlock smiled again.
“He always is very strict with his aftercare. He always gives me a massage and washes me with soft and warm towels. He sent me into dreamland where I never had been before.” Now Molly smiled, too.
“You went into subspace with John? Really?” Sherlock looked up.
“What’s subspace?” Molly just stared at him. Then she explained. Finally Sherlock nodded.
“I had no idea that such a place existed. I never experienced it before while playing. And I played a lot. I can say it is even better than drugs.” Molly came closer and gently placed her hand on Sherlock’s arm.
“Dr Watson is a good man. He does you good, Sherlock. I am sure he will be back soon.” Sherlock cast his eyes.
“I do hope so very much.” He was close to tears again and Molly, the good woman that she was, just hugged him. He leant his head on her small shoulder and quietly cried for a bit.
***
John sat cross-legged on the big sofa when Greg came over.
“Hey, John. Care for a beer outside?” John thought pub and nodded but Greg pulled him into the kitchen from where a small door led through an even smaller corridor and opened into a tiny backyard. There was a small lawn, a bench, a small table and an old tree cut to fit in here. It was beautiful.
“Wow, this is nice. He could have told me, you know?” Greg quietly laughed.
“He doesn’t care about this wonderful place he has. He never sits here alone; only with me when I am asking him to do so. I’ll get a sunshade out then for him. The garden furniture is from my old home.”
“I like it.” Both men sat down and sipped their beer. Greg told John that Sherlock had solved all the cold cases.
“Good for you. Has he eaten?” Greg nodded.
“Yes. He misses you a lot but he is better by now. He knows where you are and is convinced that Mycroft won’t let you go.”
“He is probably right.” They drank their beer and John got them another round. He also brought some nosh.
“Where does that come from?” John shrugged.
“I bought it. Mycroft gave me the alarm-code and I went to buy some stuff.”
“Oh, I see. He really trusts you then. That’s good.” They sat there in comfortable silence for quite some time until Mycroft appeared outside, too. He had changed into something comfy and also carried the sunshade with him. There was joy on Greg’s face when he looked up at him. Slowly he stood and gave him a kiss. Then Mycroft just sat down and Greg took care of the rest. He also got him a drink. The dynamics were clear but Greg seemed to be just fine.
They sat a bit without talking until John’s eyes met Mycroft’s who just nodded.
“I am not sure what to tell Sherlock when going home. I mean I don’t want to damage him because of his suppressed memories.” John really had given it some thoughts.
“Why don’t you tell him the truth? That you overreacted and were so very scared?” Greg suggested but John shook his head.
“How do I explain that I never will use something like that mask on him again? Because he actually likes it a lot.”
“Show him other stuff. Use other ways to blindfold him.” Mycroft suggested.
“Such as?” John wondered.
“Well, for instance you could always use soft silk to blindfold him.” John hummed looking at Mycroft.
“And since you are a doctor get some bandages to good use.” Greg said.
“Plus you could place cotton wool over his eyes and tape them.” John looked from Greg to Mycroft and back.
“You perverts!” All men laughed loudly but John felt much better.
“I think my brother will accept your decision not to use that mask or anything similar again without any back-talking. He knows you were scared to death by his reaction and that it caused you leaving. And since he doesn’t want that, well.” John nodded.
“I think you are right. I will stay for tonight if it’s OK with you and tomorrow I will be back.” Mycroft looked at him.
“Whatever you need, John. But call him so he knows.” John nodded.
“I will.” John stood and stretched. Greg looked up at him and smiled.
“Feeling better now?”
“Yes, Greg. Much better. I’ll talk to him now. See you around.” John left for his room.
Greg looked at Mycroft and smiled.
“What about you?” Mycroft looked at him.
“What about me?” He shrugged.
“You look a bit stressed.” Greg stated.
“I am a bit stressed. The Turkish ambassador tried to push me and I was just reacting. Now he has a black eye because I was quicker than his body-guard and mine, as well. It caused a bit of commotion.” Now Greg looked worried.
“Are you hurt, Myc?” But he shook his head.
“No. I am just so tired and my body aches.” Gently Greg moved his fingertips over Mycroft’s face.
“How about a massage, honey?” Now Mycroft looked up at him frowning.
“Please don’t give me these abominable names, Gregory.” Greg smiled.
“They are terms of endearment and I will give you these as long as I want. I like it.”
“You know, you could massage me with a gag on?” Greg shrugged.
“I’ll do anything if it helps you relax.” Mycroft took Greg’s wrist and stood. Then he pulled him inside and upstairs into their bedroom.
“I know something else which would relax me a lot.” Greg grinned and waited for orders. Mycroft just thought about it for a few seconds.
“Get your trousers, pants, socks and shoes off. Everything else stays on.” Greg obeyed instantly.
“Yes, Sir.” Mycroft had a shorter length of rope ready and tied Greg’s wrists on his lower back. He also opened his zip and took out his thick cock. Greg almost greedily looked at it.
“Now make me relax, pet.” Greg knelt in front of Mycroft and took the leaking prick into his mouth. At once he started to lick and suck. He felt it growing inside his mouth and he could taste him already. Soon enough it pressed both on his tongue and against his palate. It also touched his throat and Greg started to swallow.
Right away Mycroft’s fingers were in his hair and held him tight. His scalp prickled and Greg groaned.
“Oh, I know you like this, slut. And I will give it to you right away.” Mycroft started to push. Slowly at first so both men were able to find their rhythm but soon he quickened the pace and pushed deep into Greg whose jaw was forced wide open and he made some gurgling noises because of the spit and pre-cum he couldn’t manage.
Mycroft almost pushed him to the limit but then stopped. He pulled him up and Greg coughed and spilled some tears. Mycroft lay on his bed and made Greg kneel above him. He positioned him above his fully erect cock and then pulled him down. Greg loudly groaned and threw his head back. He carefully adjusted and then just started to move. Soon enough he wildly rode Mycroft’s cock who sometimes slapped his thighs or scratched over his skin. He even pinched his nipples but he never touched his cock. He just knew it wasn’t necessary because like this Greg always came without any other stimulation.
It didn’t take them long until Greg started to clench around him and made him come. Mycroft shot up his load into Greg’s willing body and Greg just fell forward with his bound hands. Mycroft caught him and placed him by his side. He kissed him on his swollen lips.
“This was very relaxing, pet. Thanks a lot.” Greg was still panting and his eyes slowly opened again.
“You are welcome, Sir. It was my pleasure.” Then he just moved up close and buried his face against Mycroft’s chest. Mycroft could feel how he relaxed and fell asleep not bothering about the rope around his wrists. Mycroft tenderly pecked a kiss on his forehead and took off the rope. He checked for rope burns but there were none. They were just icky but he didn’t mind. He just pulled up the duvet and fell asleep, too.
***
John felt much better after having made the decision and now lay in his bed. He was on his side and went through several pictures he had on his mobile. He loved taking photos and he had taken a lot of Sherlock in several situations and occasions; some on a crime scene and some in bed. He missed him so much that it hurt. He sighed and looked at the clock on the night-stand. He should be up at this hour. Normally he was. John just tried it and pinched the number. It rang only once and he picked up.
“John?” A voice John had never heard. It was almost angsty.
“Yes, love. It’s me. I needed to talk to you.” He only heard his breathing for a few seconds.
“Please, John. I need you …” John closed his eyes.
“And I need you. I only needed to think.” Sherlock sobbed but tried to hold back.
“When will you be home again?” Sherlock asked.
“I am coming tomorrow. Please don’t worry anymore, OK?” John’s voice was rough.
“Are you still angry with me?” Sherlock asked. John sighed but not aloud.
“Sherlock, I never was angry with you. I was scared to death because I could have killed you. I needed to leave.”
“I still don’t understand why you left me …” Sherlock sounded very sad.
“I will explain everything tomorrow. Please, love, don’t worry anymore, OK?”
“Can’t wait. I love you, John.” John could hear that he was close to tears again and it almost broke his heart.
“And I love you.”
“See you tomorrow, John.” Sherlock hung up and John could hear him sob. He lay awake for almost two hours and then he just got up and dressed. He packed his few belongings and left a note on the kitchen-counter for Greg and Mycroft. He called a cab and had it stop at a 24/7 Tesco on the way to buy Sherlock’s favourite chocolate. And when he arrived at Baker Street and paid the cabbie he looked up and saw the lights on. The window was open and he could hear the sad music he was playing on his violin.
John opened the door downstairs and hurried up. The music became wilder and louder and he just pushed open the door and dropped his bag. Sherlock turned around and the music stopped with a horrid noise. He just stared for a few seconds and then just dropped the expensive violin on the sofa. His voice broke when he quietly said John’s name.
John just pulled him into his arms and hugged him. He had been shocked how sick Sherlock looked. He had dark rings under his eyes. Also his eyes were puffy and swollen and red from all the crying.
John felt Sherlock’s hands ball into fists on his back. He pressed his long and slim body against John’s compact one. If he could he would have crept into him. John just let him because he knew he needed it.
Finally after several minutes John gently shoved him a bit backwards. Sherlock fisted into his jumper and didn’t let go.
“You look hellish, love. Haven’t you eaten?” Sherlock cast his eyes but then managed to talk back.
“I was busy crying. But I had breakfast with Greg.” John raised his brow.
“Nothing more?” He shook his head.
“No. You weren’t there to do the shopping.” John quietly laughed.
“No, I wasn’t, was I? Are you hungry now? I could go and grab …” But Sherlock just held tight.
“No!” He yelled and wouldn’t let go.
“OK, I stay. Come down, Sherlock. I have brought you something anyway.” And he handed over the nosh he got him. And it made him smile. He ripped the paper off and bit into the bar. His eyes closed in delight.
“Hm …” John checked the kitchen cupboard and there really wasn’t anything. He found some old leftovers in the fridge which he binned right away. But finally he was able to locate a frozen pizza in the freezer. He shoved it into the oven and turned around. He bumped right into Sherlock who at once started to grope at his body.
John tilted his head up and offered his mouth. Sherlock groaned and kissed him softly. He moved John against the fridge and snogged him senseless. When finally both men were out of breath he let go.
“I missed you so much. Come and be with me.” He gently took John’s hand and pulled him into his bedroom. John let him but when Sherlock already sat on the bed he still stood and said:
“You need to eat something. Please have a slice of pizza for me?” Sherlock just nodded but stayed put. John smiled and got the pizza. He cut it in several pieces and brought it back. He knew that Sherlock loved to eat in bed, so he fed him pizza. He also brought him red wine and a glass of whiskey.
After Sherlock had eaten most of the pizza, drank three parts of the bottle of wine and also had several shots, he started to grope at John again. John let him. He just knew that he was drunk and would fall into the sheets soon enough. And right he was. His grip loosened and he started to snore. John got the plate and the glasses and brought them into the kitchen. Then he undressed and climbed into bed with his love.
***
Sherlock woke late the next morning. The sun shone brightly into his room and he blinked into the rays. Then he remembered and at first thought he had been dreaming. Slowly he turned his head and saw John. A smile was on his face and he slung his long arm around John.
John didn’t move. He slept deeply. Sherlock sniffed his hair and his skin. He had missed him so much. He also kissed his nape. Both men were sweaty but Sherlock didn’t mind.
But when John finally woke he just murmured something about a shower and the loo. Sherlock let him go but kept listening. He was being sent into the shower afterwards and promised a big breakfast. Sherlock handed over a number to order from, so John wouldn’t have to leave the flat. John sighed but ordered breakfast. He used Sherlock’s card to pay the horrendous sum of money they wanted.
John watched Sherlock eat and found he looked much better already. Sherlock looked back and smiled. There were no words necessary or needed.
Finally Sherlock stood and carried the plates into the kitchen to put them into the dishwasher. But suddenly there was John stopping him.
“Just put them down and turn around, Sherlock.” Sherlock did exactly that and looked at John who eyed him a bit greedily. His hands shot forward and ripped open Sherlock’s trousers. He wore no pants, of course he didn’t. John grinned. And then he heaved Sherlock up on the counter and spread his legs. He got out his cock and just pushed into him making him yell.
“I missed you, Sherlock. I never will leave you again. I promise to. Never ever again. Do you hear me?” He pushed into him shoving him over the surface. And Sherlock yelped, hissed and groaned beneath him.
“Yes, John. I hear you. I love you …” Then he only howled and held on to the ride.