sherlock lay in bed with his blanket to his chin as he smiled at his phone.

you're a loser.
you're spending time with your family and not the best boyfriend ever for new years.

that's a bit of an overstatement.

i hope you imagined me rolling my eyes.

i did.
i'll be back by eleven. mom and dad are staying the night, but i'm coming back.

so that means i can come over?

yes.

and your parents won't be home?

yes.

sounds cool. i'll be there.

john watson, i know what you're thinking.

and what is that?

just know that i don't have a twin bed anymore.

this was all too good to be true. sherlock didn't think this was going to last long. it was probably going to end after they both went back to school when john realizes how much he missed james. that was the worst part of john. he could never really let go. he always went back to the same thing that made him unhappy, trying to find happiness with it again. it hurt sherlock just to think about it, but it was most likely going to happen. all sherlock could do now is enjoy the moment. enjoy the thing he's always wanted, but knew he couldn't have.

new year's eve, sherlock went to his grandparents house with his parents, going home after because he didn't feel like staying the night there and he wanted to spend time with john. his parents were only staying because there was supposed to be snow over night and they were supposed to get a foot or two. when sherlock left, the snow had started, but it didn't bother him. it's not like he hasn't driven in it before. his grandparents lived in the neighboring town, so on his way home he stopped and picked up some supplies for tonight.

when sherlock was checking out, he got odd stares from the woman behind the register. it was a small town and everyone knew everyone. god knows some one would tell his mother that he was seen buying condoms and lube new year's eve. he was handed his bag and sherlock fled out, not wasting anytime to get to his father's truck. the snow had picked up and there was a thin layer on the road, but he just drove slower. thank god his father let him use his truck because there was no way his car would've been able to make it.

as sherlock pulled into his driveway, he already spotted john's truck and pulled in next to it. he grabbed the bag and headed in quickly, the snow getting heavier and the wind picking up. the front door was unlocked and when he walked in, he saw john sitting in the steps.

"hey," sherlock said with a smile as he set the bag down, shrugging off his coat.

john stood up, stepping down the few steps and into sherlock's arms. "what's in that bag?" he asked.

"...stuff."

john raised a brow. "stuff, huh?"

sherlock nodded.

"stuff that includes your not twin bed anymore?" john wrapped his arms around sherlock's neck, inching closer to his face.

"perhaps." sherlock said then pecked john's lips. "it's coming down out there. might get snowed in."

"more time for us then." john gave sherlock another kiss before he stepped back. "grab that bag with stuff in it and let's get busy."

sherlock smiled to himself as he watched john turn around and head up the stairs. his smile faded once john was out of view and he bent over, picking up the bag. his mind kept telling him this was a mistake. that after this would hurt him more than if he would've just stayed away. god he was stupid. sherlock toed off his shoes before heading up the steps and to his room.

john was sitting on the bed, watching sherlock with a smile. "hey, you," he stood up, "why that face?"

sherlock shrugged then set the bag down on his desk. "it's nothing." the soft hand pressed against his cheek and his eyes met with the blue ones of his boyfriend.

"hey, i've known you for eighteen years. i can tell when something is bothering you. what's up?"

sherlock sighed, taking john's hand off his cheek and holding it, looking down at their hands. "what will happen when we both go back to school?" he looked up at john. "you'll see james again and realize how much he meant to you and fall for him again."

john scoffed. "and why do you think that?" he asked. "hmmm?"

"because this is too good to be true," sherlock huffed out a laugh. "i've always wanted this and now that i have it, it won't last long. like redbeard."

"listen here, idiot," john said strongly, "james was a liar and a cheater. i'd never go near him again. ever. okay?" he asked, watching sherlock nod. "you are the one for me, sherlock holmes. it's taken me years to realize it, but it's true. i promise that, okay? i love you, ya goon."

sherlock sniffled. "i just- i just don't believe it for some reason." he huffed out a laugh.

"why not?"

sherlock stepped back, wiping his face. "because i was never allowed to have you, and- and now i am and i just don't think it's true."

john pulled sherlock to him, kissing him deeply. "shut up. shut the fuck up." he muttered. he cupped sherlock's face, wiping his tears. "it is true and you better get used to it because i'm here for the long run and i swear to god, sherlock, if one more thing comes out of your mouth about us not being together i will hit you. and i'm not joking."

sherlock laughed softly, nodding. he kissed john again, pushing him back until the backs of his knees his the mattress and he was falling down. they separated and sherlock smiled down at him. "i love you, too."

"if you'd love me, you'd get this sweater off and that stuff off your desk." john lifted up shelrock's sweater.

sherlock grinned, standing up and pulling his sweater off, tossing it before going to the bag.

john sat up, taking his own tee shirt off as he watched sherlock open a box of condoms. he lay down, watching his pale boyfriend smirk at him saying, "best get those jeans off before i do it for you." he shot him a wink before turning back to the desk and opening a bottle of lube.

john undid his belt, pulling his jeans down and kicking them off. the brunet came over and set the condom and bottle of lube on the bed, dropping his own jeans and john could see the outline of his cock. god, he's been thinking of this moment since christmas and now it was finally here and john was over the top happy.

sherlock kneeled onto the bed, getting in between john's thighs, leaning over and kissing him. he let his hips relax, his clothed cock rubbing against john's, causing a soft noise escape the blond's throat. sherlock needed to hear it again, louder, so he rutted against the boy underneath him, earning a louder moan and he pulled away from the kiss, pressing his thumb to the bottom of john's chin and pushing his head up, kissing his neck. john's legs locked around his hips as he did that, pulling him flush against him again.

"please, sherlock." john panted.

sherlock nipped the skin on john's neck, receiving a small yelp. "i've dreamed of this moment." sherlock left open mouthed kisses on his skin. "all the different sounds you'd make, how you'd taste and what would make you tick." he kissed down to the sensitive pink bud on john's chest, licking a stripe over it.

"please!" john whined.

a hand pulled at sherlock's hair and he growled softly as he continued to lick over the small bud, rubbing the other between his fingers. the grip of the hand grew tighter as john's moans became louder.

"sherl, please!" he begged.

sherlock stopped, lifting his head up and kissing john again as his fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and off with the help of john lifting his hips. then came his own and he moaned out when the wet hand wrapped around his cock.

"oh, god." sherlock almost collapsed onto john, but held himself up.

john giggled and smirked, pulling a long, slow tug, admiring the way sherlock's face looked and the way he moaned his name. "you're cock is so perfect," john hummed, "nice and long. not too thick, but just enough for me. i want you to stuff this perfect cock up my ass. i want you to fuck me, sherlock." his thumb pressed to the tip of his cock and sherlock thrusted into his hand some. "can you do that for me? can you fuck me?"

"yes, yes. god yes." sherlock leaned down and kissed john hard and opened mouthed, grabbing the lube. he squeezed some lube onto his fingers then pushed a single one into the blond underneath him, causing him to pull away from the kiss and moan.

"god, even your fingers are perfect." john grabbed the pillows from beside his head, putting it under his hips before sherlock started thrusting that perfect finger in and out of him before adding a second one. soon a third.

"i'm ready. please, sherlock, i'm ready."

sherlock nodded. "i know, baby. just hold on." sherlock removed his fingers, grabbing the condom that he set on the bed. he ripped it open with his teeth, pulling it out of the wrapper quickly then rolling it onto his cock, grabbing the lube.

he positioned himself between john's legs, pushing in slowly, moaning at the tight heat that swallowed him right up. he leaned over john once he was in balls deep, staying like that for a second so they both could get comfortable.

"i know you've got more than this in you." john said, wrapping his arms around sherlock's neck.

sherlock smiled, leaning down and kissing john as he pulled out slowly, pushing back in slowly. john moaned into his mouth, his hand finding their way into the curls, gripping them as sherlock kept up with his rhythm, slowly starting to pick up the pace.

john pulled away from the kiss, his mouth falling open and a moan escaping as sherlock thrusted into him quicker. "harder," john breathed.

a low growl came out of sherlock as he snapped his hips forward, angling his hips with each forceful thrust, watching his face for when he hit his sweet spot. and when he did, sherlock thought it was the most beautiful thing he ever witnessed.

john threw his head back, his hand tightening in the curls as his mouth fell wide open. "right there! oh fuck, fuck, again, do it again!" his other hand fell to sherlock's shoulder blade, digging into the soft flesh as sherlock kept that angle.

"shit," sherlock groaned as he used all his force to stay angled in that one spot, going as hard and quick as his body would let him. "touch yourself."

john's hand fell from sherlock's back and found its was to his neglected cock. he eagerly stroked himself, his climax coming quick and fast all over his stomach. his body shivered as sherlock continued his thrusts, slowing them as he felt his own climax rising. he gave one more hard thrust into john before releasing into the condom, his head falling onto the moist chest underneath him.

"wear you out?" john panted with a grin.

sherlock laughed softly, kissing john's chest before pulling out. "a bit, yeah." he pecked john's lips before getting up. he walked out, going to the bathroom and tossing the condom before getting a wash cloth and wetting it some. he walked back to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed and wiping john's stomach clean.

"it's the new year." john said with a smile. "we fucked into the new year."

sherlock laughed, tossing the cloth, aiming it at his laundry hamper. "great way to start a new year, if you ask me." sherlock got up to turn his bedroom light off.

"any hopes for the new year?"

sherlock walked back to his bed, getting in beside the blond, pulling the sheets over them and getting settled before he answered. "that we stay together. yours?"

john scooted closer to sherlock, resting his head on his chest, drawing light patterns on the pale chest. "that i finally found the one." he looked up at sherlock.

sherlock smiled, kissing john's forehead. "i hope that's true to because if not, we're screwed." he huffed out laugh.

john laughed with him. he nuzzled his partner's neck, kissing the skin gently.

sherlock wrapped an arm around john, holding him close. "i love you." he whispered into the sand colored hair.

"i love you, too." john muttered into sherlock's skin, kissing the skin again.

sherlock smiled to himself as he felt john's breathing slow down and his body relax against his. this is all he's ever wanted and hopefully it will last because this is great. he was in love with the man he's always wanted.