sorry i made you guys wait for this. i forgot to publish the other day.

john settled between sherlock's legs, pushing just the tip in, stopping once sherlock whined softly. "you alright?" he asked softly.

sherlock nodded. "yeah."

"just remember, we don't have to do this."

"i know, i want to." sherlock said and shifted slightly.

john nodded and continued to push in slowly, stopping once he was half way in, letting sherlock get used to the feeling, then he pushed in all the way, moaning slightly at the way sherlock felt. he looked down at sherlock and kissed him as he pulled out slowly, then pushing back in, hearing the boy moan softly.

sherlock tried to keep up with the kiss, but he couldn't. he held onto the blond on top of him, his mind fogging from pleasure. here he was, in a bed with john watson, getting fucked by john watson. sherlock always thought no one would want to have sex with him. he had never really experinced and sexual pleasure until he started getting more comfortable with john, seeing him all sweaty and shirtless after practices. that always got him and john knew that. john would tease him senselessly with that. now john was above him, a thin layer of sweat forming as the heat in the room started to build up and the heat of the moment starting to build up too. sherlock was getting used to the feeling. the pain was going away and now it was all pleasure. it was all a pleasure he had never felt before and he discovered a new sound he could make, and so did john.

"john!" sherlock moaned sensually.

john growled softly and burried his face in the crook of sherlock's neck. "god, baby. don't say my name like that."

sherlock smirked. "w-why not?" he breathed.

john took his face out of the boy's neck and looked down at him. "makes me want you more." he said and gave his hips a slight roll, making sherlock gasp. john grinned, "like that?" he hummed and did it again as he kept his thrusts.

sherlock nodded, tilting his head back, exposing that sweet neck. he shifted something and there was a huge second of amazing pleasure. "JOHN!" sherlock moaned loudly, arching his back.

john smirked and chuckled, "found it." he said and angled his hips a bit, finding the boy's sweet spot and hitting it repeatitly, driving both of them up the wall.

sherlock held onto john tightly, clawing his back some as john wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking him off as he fucked him, driving sherlock to his climax. there was ths third most beautiful sound from sherlock and with that, john gave one last hard thrust and came into the condom.

john panted and left soft kisses on sherlock's chest as he pulled out. he sat on the edge of the bed and took the condom off, tying it then going to the bathroom and throwing it away. he grabbed a cloth and wetted it a bit, taking it out to sherlock. he sat next to the boy and cleaned his stomach off. john just tossed the cloth on the floor and laid next to the boy. both of them were sweaty messes. the room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, and then sherlock laughed.

john looked at him, furrowing his brows. "what?"

sherlock turned to john and smiled, continuing to laugh.

"what?" john asked, laughing a bit now.

soon the room was filled with their laughter, and neither of them knew why they were laughing, they just were. the laughter died down, but there were a few chuckles here and there. they were looking at eachother, john smoothing back sherlock's damp curls and sherlock smiling hopelessly at the blond across him.

"we have to go back to the house." john said softly.

sherlock whined, pouting. "can't we just stay here?" he asked.

john laughed softly, shaking his head. "no, marie and sean expect to see us at midnight, in our suits, not wasted." he said and sat up.

sherlock groaned and sat up with john, watching him toss his clothes onto the bed. he sighed and got up, staring to get dressed again.

they got back to the house a little after eleven thirty. marie and sean were waiting in the living room for them, but john and sherlock were both wore out, not in the mood for small talk so they just started up the stairs, john telling his foster parents that they'd talk about prom in the morning. sherlock went to the guest room and changed as john went into his room. they both took showers and changed into their pajamas.

"hey, john." sean said stepping into his room. "you can stay in the guest room with sherlock tonight. we know this is the last time you two will be seeing eachother for a while, so.. yeah."

"thanks," john smiled. "night, sean."

"night, john." sean said then left.

john got up and headed for gis door, and sherlock appeared. "i heard sean talking." sherlock said. "and i'd rather sleep in your bed with you tonight."

john smiled and pulled sherlock into his room, closing the door. he climbed into bed with his boyfriend after he turned the light off, pulling him close and kissing the head if curls.

in the morning, sherlock's train left at noon and they woke up around ten. they laid in bed for an hour before marie came and 'woke' them up, making them come downstairs for breakfast. well, brunch. sherlock was sore from last night, now feeling it as he walked. he limped slightly, and winced when he sat down. only john noticed and got sherlock some advil, grinning at the fact that he wrecked sherlock's ass. and the fact that they had sex last night. both of them were grinning about it, not being able to contain their smiles as they ate.

when they finished, they went back upstairs and sherlock packed while john sat on the bed watching him. sherlock pushed his suitcase near the door then laid on his stomach on the bed, sighing into it then looking up at john. "i don't to go." he whined softly.

"then don't." john said and ran a hand through the semi-oily curls. "you don't have anything else going on at school."

"but i have applications to fill out and my parents are actually home for once and i want to see them before they go off again."

"but we won't see each other for four months. only a few more days." john begged.

"no, john, i can't." sherlock said and sat up, checking his phone and seeing it was half past eleven. he sighed and put his phone in his pocket. "we should get going."

"why are you acting like this?" john asked, watching sherlock put his shoes on.

"like what?" sherlock asked, lacing up his shoes.

"like an ass. is it something i did because you were smiling and laughing with me literally five minutes ago."

sherlock stood up. "we have to get to the station." he said and grabbed his coat off the bed.

"sherlock." john said, getting up from the bed and walking over to him. "just two more days, that's it."

"i said no." sherlock said and didn't make eye contact with john.

"what is you're problem?" john asked a bit forcefully.

sherlock ignored the question and started walking down the hall, his suitcase rolling behind him. john chased after him, grabbing him and pulling him into his room.

"why are you acting like this? we're not going to see each other for a while, and i don't want to remember you like this."

"well deal with it." sherlock said and made eye contact with john.

john furrowed his brows. "what?"

"i'm not the one that decided to sign a stupid contract with the stupid national team!" sherlock said, his eyes getting watery.

john scoffed. "is that why you're acting like this?"

sherlock nodded and sniffled. "you signed that stupid contract." he said and wiped his face.

john felt his heart sink in his chest as he remembered he forgot to tell sherlock that thwy changed the contract. he found out weeks ago, but still hadn't told sherlock about it. "i need to tell you something, and don't get mad."

"what?" sherlock asked.

john sighed and stepped away from sherlock. "i won't be home 'till christmas." he said and watched sherlock.

sherlock stood there for a second, his breathing getting heavy as he looked at the blond. "you cock!" sherlock shouted at him. "you tell me to open up to you and you can't even tell me the bloody next time you'll see me again!"

"sherlock." john said warmly, reaching out for him.

sherlock pushed john away. "no." he said sternly. "you're supposed to tell me things, i'm your boyfriend."

"well you're supposed to tell me things too, but look, you don't." john fought back, instantly regreting it as he watched sherlock shrink. "i didn't mean-"

"yes you did." sherlock gritted through his teeth. "maybe what we need is a break. i'll see you at christmas." he spat then went downstiars quickly, thanking marie and sean for letting him stay, petted mocha, then left.

sherlock sat by himself on the train, watching out the window as tears welded up in his eyes, causing him to wipe his face every ten seconds. he rested his head against the cool glass and listened to the rain pelt the glass, finding it soothing. was that a mistake, telling john they needed a break? it was a mistake. it was and sherlock regretted it now. he took out his phone and looked at the screen.

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sherlock sighed and set his phone down, decided he needed a cool down period. he and john both did. how could he just forgive john for something like that? he wasn't going to. he wasn't going to let john got that easy. christmas was seven months away. no way in hell sherlock was going to let john get off easily for that. he cleared his notifications then pulled his earbuds out of his pocket, and plugged them into his phone, turning on his music and forgeting about his problems.