The Anniversary
A/N - The second half of this part is SWEET SMUT. If you are offended by sex scenes and/or boy-on-boy love scenes STOP READING when Sherlock comes into the boys' room, or skip this part altogether and go to the next part. It will not alter the story too much. This part is here primarily to demonstrate how much my guys love each other and set up the drama to come.
Thank you to all my readers. Please enjoy the rest of the story of prince and his consort.
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The Prince and Sherlock, each hurrying to complete an errand, passed each other in the hallway. Noticing a distracted Locke as they passed, the Prince reached out and brushed his fingers against Locke's hand. Locke slowed his pace, turned back toward his prince, and strolled backward with a warm smile on his face. The Prince turned around also, and chewing his lower lip, walked a few steps backwards as well. The boys' eyes locked for a brief moment, and they both continued on their respective ways, each in a little better frame of mind.
Their Personal Guardians exchanged knowing looks and continued walking with brief nods to each other. The Guardians both started thinking about what special tasks they might be expected to perform this evening. Adrian, being relatively new to service under Locke, didn't let his thoughts go as widely afield as long-term Guardian of Prince John, Samson, who was used to speculating on the wildest things imaginable.
The Prince mused for a moment on his Sherlock's state of mind. Sherlock had seemed preoccupied and tense the last few nights. Prince John had been missing Sherlock's usually sweet self. That evening, John, pleased to have seen his Sherlock looking so much happier, planned something different for his love's evening.
Hurrying back to their apartment, he hoped to arrive there ahead of Sherlock. Much gratified, he managed to arrive first, a full half hour before Locke was expected.
Anticipating Sherlock's appearance, John made a couple of mood-setting preparations. He had Samson dousing candles all over the bedroom. He kept dousing lights until the room became bathed in the soft illumination for which John was looking. They left only a couple of sconces lighted, a few feet from the bed. Samson proffered a tray with a stemmed pot of fragrant Earl Grey accompanied by two tiny translucent China tea cups on gilt-edged saucers. John fussed a little with exactly where he should set the little tray table on which the tea service resided. He finally decided to put it on his side, so that he could pour for Sherlock instead of the other way around as was usual.
At the last moment, he decided against a small vase holding a single rose, and laid the long-stemmed bloom on Sherlock's pillow. Looking at the pretty picture it portrayed, he felt a little "gooey" inside.
Waiting in their quarters, sitting in the middle of their big feather bed, he continued fussing with the covers, glancing at the placement of the tray, the chairs, worrying that everything was perfect. Wearing little more than a smile, he climbed out on Locke's side of the bed, to smooth the covers again, his pretty backside covered in only a pair of his snug boxer-brief skivvies.
Sherlock stepped into the room, quietly closing the door, and glanced in John's direction. The Prince was climbing back onto the bed, walking on his knees across the covers, exposing his nearly naked self before settling in the middle of the bed. Spying John's beautiful bare chest, Locke's face split into a wide grin. He stepped into view, beamed a scintillating smile in John's direction, and glanced around at his Prince's careful preparations, taking special notice of the rose on his pillow.
Locke queried, "What's all this, Love?"
The Prince blushed prettily. "I wanted tonight to be special." He lowered his eyes, unconsciously fluttering his lashes. Locke was enchanted all over again. "Today is the anniversary of the first day we met...Didn't think you'd remember..." Locke moved slowly toward the bed, and pulled from behind his back a small posy of yellow rosebuds and baby's breath.
"I remembered," he murmured softly
Offering the tiny bouquet to John, Locke grabbed his prince's hand and kissed his fingers very slowly, one at a time. John brought the bouquet to his nose and looked up at Locke with misty eyes. Pulling off his uniform jacket and tossing it onto a chair, Locke started unlacing his ruffled white shirt, opening it just a few inches, exposing his chest a little.
"And every night with you is special, Johnny."
Noticing how much of Locke's alabaster skin showed at his neck, the entranced prince sucked in a ragged breath. Without realizing what he did, the excited prince put his hands together in a prayer-like position before clenching them into fists and pushing them between his legs to press against himself. He chewed his lower lip and tried valiantly not to whimper.
Noticing what was progressing, Samson grabbed his guardian partner, and turning him to face the wall, Samson dragged Adrian to the corner of the room where the Green Witch had "glamorized" their beds. "We won't be needed for a while tonight. Do you prefer Bridge or Go Fish?" Adrian's brow wrinkled until he sat on his bunk facing the whole room. All he saw was the prince and his consort, thumbing through a magazine.
Sighing, he replied, "Fish..."
Locke watched the prince's reactions with affection, while still removing articles of clothing. He sat in a little hard-backed chair and pulled off his boots, after which he approached the bed in only his trousers. Standing at the side of the bed, he stared down at his prince with a smoldering gaze and half-lidded eyes. He leaned forward and stroked his prince's cheek. John's eyes closed slowly as he leaned into Locke's hand, his breath coming in short soft sighs.
John's eyes popped open when he felt the mattress shift with Locke's weight. As Locke settled next to John, their thighs crushed up against each other, 'causing a tingling awareness coursing between them. Holding his long-stemmed rose in his teeth, Locke slipped an arm around John's waist, rolling him into his arms against his chest. John's legs parted as Locke rolled him, and he straddled Locke's muscular thigh. It was then that the prince noticed that Locke had managed to remove all of his garments. Locke laid the rose on the tea tray across from him.
As his strong arms wound around John's chest and waist, Locke's cobalt eyes roved over John's face and centered on his trembling lips. Locke commented, "I think tea will have to wait, Sweetheart. I need a taste of you right now..." John's hands lay against Locke's chest and slid up to his neck as Locke's lips moved slowly toward John's.
Locke pressed his lips to John's mouth, and deepening the kiss, he licked at John's lips until the prince opened his mouth to admit Locke's eager tongue. John sucked gently at Locke's tongue and savored the taste of Sherlock's warm mouth. Locke had eaten cherries this afternoon having expected some warm kisses and wanting to please the prince. John was thrilled at the sweet taste of cherries, one of his favorites. Locke smiled softly, observing John's reaction. Locke lifted his lips and, breathing raggedly, rose up on his knees lifting John with him.
Holding his prince snug against his chest Locke dragged John's skivvies off his hips and rolled them down John's thighs. He nibbled on John's neck and shoulders while he struggled to remove John's undies. Looking down into John's sweet face, he grinned triumphantly when he completed the task. John was breathing in short bursts and smiling hard. Locke crushed his lips to John's and leaned against him, bending John over his arm until the prince was almost prone.
Clutching John's upper thighs in gentle hands, Locke pulled John's pretty bum against his hips, draping the prince's legs over his shoulders. Locke threw himself forward covering John with his body. Their swollen members were trapped between them until Locke pulled back enough for his hardened manhood to drop down to lie against his prince's bottom.
Catching and holding John's gaze, Locke smeared a dollop of gel into the crease of John's pliant bottom and whispered, "Are you okay, sweeting?" making sure John was ready. The Prince nodded his head several times quickly. Locke pushed his swollen manhood gently against John.
Quivering in anticipation, Locke moved as slowly and carefully as he could, until he slipped inside John's passage. Both boys sucked in a gasping breath, the prince's fingers gripping at the sheets spasmodically. Locke dipped his mouth to his prince's lips and kissed him tenderly, moving his lips softly over John's kiss-softened mouth. Moaning softly in his throat, John clutched at Locke's biceps as Locke moved gradually deeper. The prince was moving his hips just a little bit, rhythmically drawing Locke into himself.
A hot pleasure/pain coiled low in their bellies as both of them began to feel the tug of need. Locke whispered raggedly, "Johnny...Johnny...my prince..." He moved his hips gently, trying to meet the rhythm that John had set. A deep growl rumbled in Locke's throat as his body demanded a more active participation. He doggedly held himself in check, gripping John's hips to hold both of them steady. He couldn't chance causing his prince any pain. He drove himself as deeply as he could for his own need and then backed slowly out again, until he reached the depth that he knew was most pleasurable for Johnny. Rolling his hips just a couple inches, he literally brushed back and forth across John's "B" spot. (...They always joked that the "B" spot was the boy's version of a girl's "G" spot...) John was squirming and moaning.
After a few moments of Locke's careful pushing, John begged, "Sherlock...please touch me...I'm...I..." Locke wrapped his long fingers around John's shaft and stroked gently a couple times, and John cried out in amazed joy. His back arched as his body stiffened and he gave up to the wondrous pulsing bliss that coursed through him. Locke continued to hold his prince's member, barely stroking until John's spasms of ecstasy subsided, and he came back to Locke after a few moments. Locke was in enormous pain himself trying not to give over to his own need until his love found completion.
The prince gazed at Locke with such profound affection and softly murmured, "I love you too much..." Sherlock shuddered and came to a stop himself as the pleasure/pain overwhelmed him. His breath coming in gasps, he tried to look in John's eyes, but the wonderful weakness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto his elbows. "Johnny...my Johnny..." he moaned against his prince's neck. The hot bliss thrummed through his veins for the few seconds of burning bliss allotted him.
John wrapped his arms around Locke's shoulders, cradling his Sherlock's head against his chest. He brushed Locke's dark curly locks back from his face and peppered his cheeks and lips with butterfly kisses. Sherlock was smiling softly, gazing at his love through half-lidded eyes. John looked into Locke's cobalt blue eyes and seemed to sink into them, both of the lovers lost in devotion.
Samson, standing next to the bed, cleared his throat to get their attention. He proffered a silver bowl filled with soft, warm, wet, rolled cloths. Locke started to roll over and take the bowl. Tightening his arm around Locke, John said, "No. Lay back and relax, Darling. I'll do it." He accepted the bowl from Samson and set it on the bed beside Locke. Taking up one of the cloths, he unrolled it and draped it over his hand. Starting on Locke's belly, he wiped in circular motions with the warm cloth, working his way down to Locke's flaccid member. He washed Locke from between his thighs up to the sensitive tip of his shaft. Locke stirred a little.
Drowsily, Sherlock whispered, "Keep that up, and neither of us will get any sleep, baby." He grabbed John's wrist to deter his ministrations. John grinned and went on to wipe his own stomach and member. Sherlock was asleep. Adrian appeared at the bedside. John handed him the bowl with the soiled cloths. John mouthed "Thank you, Adrian." John's eyes were drawn back to Sherlock's face, so gorgeous in repose. "How could I go on without you?" he whispered softly. The prince placed a tender kiss on Sherlock's lips, pulled the sheets up over both of them, and settled into a dreamless sleep, still holding Sherlock close.
Adrian cocked his head and turned to Samson. "I've been with Sherlock for a while now, and I never realized how much they needed each other." Samson nodded slowly. Adrian turned and gazed at his charge and the prince. "What if something happened to one of them?"
Samson sighed deeply. "God, I don't want to think about it..."
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