"C'mon Sherlock! You can't stay in your room! It's New Year's Eve! We need to go see the fireworks!"
"Fine! Calm down John!" John practically dragged Sherlock to his favorite place to watch fireworks. A little hill just on the edge of town. When the two men arrived Sherlock's brother, Mycroft, and His brother's boyfriend Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade were already there.
"John mate! It's been so long since I've seen you! Where are you hiding these days?" Lestrade enthusiastically greeted John.
"I've been working at Bart's! Your the one who's always cooped up! Ever since you and Mycroft got together, I've seen less and less of ya!" The two older men chatted away while the Holmes brothers stared adoringly at their goldfish.
"Have you told him yet?" Mycroft asked his younger brother.
"No." Sherlock replied simply. He was the only one who knew about Sherlock's 'crush' on John. Little did he know it was much stronger than that. John is Sherlock's reason to live. John makes him feel special. Not only that but also every time John is near him Sherlock gets a fluttery feeling in his stomach, it feels like his heart is trying to jump out of his throat and confess it's love. As the new year approached the two older men joined the Holmes brothers as they took in the view of the city from the hill. Well Mycroft, John, and Greg were enjoying the view of the city. Sherlock were gazing at the real view. The beautiful man right next to him was the only thing he wanted to see. Mycroft's arm snaked around Lestrade's waist. Greg nuzzled the younger man's neck. Sherlock desperately wished that he and John could be like that. Finally after much waiting a soft murmur could be heard from the square. The men joined in
"Five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Mycroft pulled Greg in for a kiss, seen as how it's been absolutely years since he had gotten a New Years kiss. At almost the same instant as Mycroft and Greg kissed, John grabbed Sherlock by his coat collar and connected their lips. Sherlock was immediately aware that it was probably just a dream, but if it was a dream he never wanted to wake up. John's lips moved against his like they were made for each other. Before Sherlock knew what he was doing he had taken control. His arms were around John's waist trying to pull him closer which wasn't possible considering the fact that every part of them was already touching. Sherlock pried John's mouth open to stick his tongue in. He explored John's mouth, trying to remember every part of it. Their tongues danced in a passionate kiss. They soon had to breathe, so Sherlock pulled away. After taking in one deep breath he connected their lips again. John's tongue grazed the detectives teeth before biting down on his bottom lip. Sherlock let out a few soft moans of pleasure as John slowly sucked on his bottom lip.
"Ahem." Greg cleared his throat. John instantly recoiled from Sherlock who let out a disappointed whimper. Sherlock's arm remained on John's waist.
"If you two are done, can we get going?" John smirked at Sherlock.
"Done? We're just getting started." Sherlock blushed and John winked. Mycroft rolled his eyes.
"Well I've got a car waiting at the bottom of the hill so unless you'd like to walk..." Mycroft trailed off. Sherlock shook his head. They started walking down the hill. They went over a patch of ice and John almost fell. Sherlock, being the overprotective boyfriend he is, picked John up and slung him over his back. Seeing how much John liked this, Mycroft decided to do the same with Greg.
"I love you Myc." Greg mumbled. The men walked in silence except for the occasional high pitched gasp when John created a knew hickey on Sherlock's neck. They soon arrived at the main road where a black car waited for them. Mycroft and Greg sat in the second row cuddling while Sherlock and John sat in the very back. John gave Sherlock a soft kiss before it quickly became passionate. Sherlock's hands were pinned against the window while John claimed his mouth. Sherlock fought back for dominance but in the end he let John take over because he's so hot when he acts assertive. Sherlock wrapped his legs around John's waist, pulling him even closer. Soon Sherlock flipped then around so John was the one pressed against the side of the car. Sherlock sucked, kissed, and nipped roughly at the sensitive skin right above the collarbone, causing John to make pleased moaning sounds.
"Happy New Year, John." John looked into Sherlock's multicolor eyes.
"Happy New Year, my love."

(A/N I bet you thought they were gonna "do the dirty" didn't you? LOL. Not yet. I'm not going to write any smut unless I practically get begged.
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(A/N it has taken me six months to realize this, but I just had a moment of common sense and I realized that they don't celebrate Fourth of July in London. *face palm*