(A/N- There's a bit of smut in this chapter, nothing too major (SEE HAYDEN CHAPTER 18 AND ONLY BEGINNING TO HAVE SMUT! HA) anyways, sorry, it's not too detailed either, but I'll warn you when it begins and when it ends, so if you're not comfortable with smut then you don't have to read that part. Camp= more free time and more free time= smut. That's the way I see it anyway! Anyway, if you enjoy this, please vote/comment/share! Thanks heaps my lovelies!

-CH xx )

Chapter 18

Sherlock's POV

I walked with John down to the restaurant for dinner. I didn't care about eating. Eating was dull. All I needed was my mind, everything else was transport. Nevertheless, I ate with John, though the food was hardly of high quality.

James wanted me to eat with him and Sebastian, but I turned him down. He knew it was all a game between us, and he himself had been playing along. I sat with John, Mike and Greg, and Greg just so happened to invite Mycroft to eat with us, and unfortunately he did come and sit with us, playing the part of the cool assistant headmaster. All the other boys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him. You can imagine the jealous looks we received as he sat down in between Greg and I.

"I've lost my appetite," I whispered to John, who nudged me in the side, but couldn't help chuckle.

"Behave, you," he whispered back.

"That's not what you usually say," I whispered back, causing John to burst out laughing.

Everyone else at our table gave him a weird look, and he quickly cleared his throat and composed himself, muttering a quick apology. I chuckled quietly, and continued eating my supposed bangers and mash. 

Eventually, we were allowed to go back about our business, so long as we knew that we would have to be up early the next morning. John and I went back to our room, and we silently agreed to sleep in John's bed, which was more than enough room for us both, as opposed to the single bed we used to share in 221 at Baskerville.

We both stripped off into our boxer shorts, and I went to lock the door, before I jumped into the bed beside John, wrapping my arms around his muscular body, our bare skin touching, causing tingles throughout my body. I buried my face in John's hair, and inhaled his sweet smell.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes, love?"

"Earlier on today you said we would continue on with-" I  interrupted him by flipping him onto his back, since before he was on his side, and I  climbed on top of him, sitting on his crotch. I  leaned over him, curls falling over my face, and he reached up and lovingly moved my curls away, before I  closed the space between us, pressing my  lips to John's.

(A/N- smut begins)

The tingles in my body came back as we touched, and our lips moved in a glorious synchronisation. My hands travelled over John's body, rubbing his back and pulling him impossibly closer to me. The friction of our hardening members against each other was driving me crazy, and judging by the muffled sounds John was making; it was driving him crazy as well. Two pieces of material were separating us from each other, separating us from being completely together.

My fingers travelled back down to John's boxer shorts, and I began to pull downwards. John moved his legs up so I  could pull them off completely, and then my lips travelled from John's neck to his collarbone, down along his torso to his waistline. I kissed John's thighs softly, before my lips travelled to his hard member.

"Sherlock," John moaned quietly, "are you sure?"

I paused and looked up. "Of course. Unless you don't want me to...?"

"No, no, it's fine," John said far too quickly.

I chuckled and went back to where I was. I took John in my mouth, and gave myself a moment to allow my mouth to get used to his impressive size. When I had adjusted to it, I began to swirl my tongue around his member, and then began moving my mouth back and forwards, earning extraordinary small moans from John, who I could feel was arching his back, and I could tell he was trying not to completely thrust forward. His fingers latched on to the bed sheets beneath us.

"Sherlock I'm gonna..." John started before I heard a muffled cry, and I felt a warm liquid fill my mouth, and I swallowed it, before I realized I was still unbearably hard.

I moved to lie beside John, who removed a pillow from his face which he had used to quieten down his groaning, and he smirked, moving down on me, to finish it off. John repeated the procedure on me, and I gripped the sheets hard, biting my lip to stop myself from groaning too loudly. I gave him warning before it happened, but he continued on, and finished off how I had finished on him.

He came to lie up beside me, and he rested his head on my chest. "I love you so much, Sherlock."

I grinned happily, "I love you too, John Watson." I kissed his forehead before I drifted off to sleep.

 (A/N- SMUT ENDS)

We woke up to someone banging on the door, and I noted it to be Lestrade, judging by the sounds of his footsteps and the loudness of his fist on the door. "Get up, you lot!" Came Lestrade's distinctive voice.

I groaned and rolled out of the huge bed, only to realise I was still stark naked. I looked up off the floor to see John peering over the edge at me, a grin on his face as he looked me over. "Like something you see?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah," he replied, "lots."

I chuckled and got up, throwing on some clean pants, handing John over a red pair of his. He sighed and shook his head, but he chuckled at the same time. "You really do like my red pants, don't you?"

"Of course, John," I winked at him and he blushed.

"Stop doing that?"

"Stop doing what, John?"

"Stop winking at me. You know it makes me blush."

"Yes, of course. I'm not going to stop though. It's cute."

We both got dressed, and met Lestrade and Mike outside their room, before we all went over to the restaurant together. Lestrade shot me a look.

"You're lucky Mike's a heavy sleeper," he muttered in my ear, "because I heard all of that."

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I forced it down. I glanced over at Lestrade and smirked. "Oh, really? And was that before you went to my dear brother's private room, or after?" I whispered back.

Lestrade didn't reply, and I burst out laughing. This was all too good. Once again, we got seated, and had our food in front of us. Mycroft, once again, sat with us, much to the girl's disappointment. I noticed he had shaved, so his stubble was gone. I then turned to Lestrade and saw him pout. 'How do people not know about those two?' I thought to myself. It seemed as obvious as 2+2 to me.

After eating our food, Mycroft stood up and announced that we would be having a game of volleyball on the beach. How delightful! We were to all go to the beach immediately, but Mycroft sent me back to my room to get changed, since apparently a purple shirt and dress trousers weren't 'appropriate for playing games'.

I looked at John and saw he was deciding whether or not to come with me, so I made his mind up for him. "Come along, John," I said as everyone else got up and went out to the beach.

I grabbed John's arm, and pulled him to the room with me. When we got in the room, I locked the door, and pressed John up against it, kissing him passionately.

"You know," he began in between kisses, "I've always wanted to rip this shirt off of you."

"Go on and do it, then," I smirked.

John didn't need to be told twice. He began hastily undoing the buttons of my shirt and soon threw it onto the ground. My trousers came off next, so I was in only my pants, and I gently pushed John onto the bed, sitting on top of him, kissing him eagerly. John's arms wrapped themselves around my neck as he lay underneath me, and he played with my curls lovingly. My hands gripped John's waist as I kissed him, our tongues dancing together.

"Sherlock," John panted when we pulled away for air. "We've been here for ten minutes. People are going to start questioning this. You need to get dressed."

I rolled my eyes, but got off of John nonetheless. "Dull." I reluctantly got into a t-shirt and shorts and put on my socks and shoes. I noticed John smirking at me. "What?"

"You look good, that's all."

I chuckled and John and I went outside, fastened the door, and went onto the beach.

There were two games going on, boys playing one game, and girls playing the other. We went and joined in on Lestrade's team, who were sorely losing to Mike's side. Even with John and I on the team, we were still far behind, so unsurprisingly, Mycroft came onto our team.

Mycroft was wearing a black t-shirt (which was terrible in the hot weather) and short black shorts, which showed off his muscular legs. His biceps ripped whenever he hit the ball up, and really his whole participation stopped the girls game and half of the boys were staring as well. Like I said, every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants to be with him.

I rolled my eyes. He was only twenty four, a genius like myself, and had all the girls and half the guys wanting him. I looked at Lestrade, who had also noticed, and he did not look pleased with the attention his boyfriend was getting.

I began to laugh, and John looked at me. "What're you laughing about?"

"Look at Lestrade," I continued laughing, and John looked at Lestrade, who's jaw was clenched and if looks could kill, the year 11 female body would all be dead. John began laughing with me, and we immediately stopped when Lestrade turned around to glare at us.  Mike had hit the ball, and it was going to hit Lestrade, who was still glaring at us, but Mycroft jumped in front of Lestrade, knocked him over, sending the ball back over, before landing on top of Lestrade.

John and I both began laughing all over again as the two looked into each other's eyes before Mycroft got up, giving Lestrade a hand up at the same time. The girls were all staring enviously, having apparently forgotten about their game, and even the other female teacher looked jealous.

Who would've ever thought my brother, Mycroft Holmes, would ever become such a heart throb? Certainly not me.