It had been exactly two years, five months and one week since Sherlock's fall and John Watson still hadn't gotten used to being alone yet. He managed to move back into the flat eventually, trying not to think about the history it contained. John would have good weeks and bad weeks, during the good weeks he'd never think about Sherlock not being there, and in fact he'd be too busy at work to think about Sherlock at all. However, during the bad weeks he'd often find himself alone on his bed, crying in the foetal position. Nothing could ever make him believe that Sherlock was a bad man; he was, without a doubt, the most perfect man John had ever met and now he was gone. Once again, John was completely alone.
This week was a good week for John. He was almost happy at work and when he got home, he'd try his hardest to power through the thoughts and would lose himself in a good book. It was about 6 o'clock on a Wednesday night when John got a phone call from an unrecognised number. When Sherlock was alive, John would often get unrecognised calls from Mycroft, but even the condolence calls had stopped after a week. John hesitated at first but then picked up his phone and answered the call. "H-hello...?" John hadn't spoken in a few hours so his voice was a little shaky. There was no answer at the other end of the phone. John, being naive, gave the caller the benefit of the doubt and spoke again. "Hello? Is anyone there?" This time John could hear another person breathing on the phone. "I swear to god, if this is some sort of prank, I won't be happy. I haven't the time to waste!" The phone call was ended by the caller. "How rude...they rang me! Waste of time these mobile phones, whatever happened to good old face to face conversations? Don't you agree, Sher- oh."
John became depressed once again, forgetting about the phone call altogether, went into the living room and opened his laptop. He knew he shouldn't make it worse for himself but he could never resist the temptation to look on Sherlock's blog. It had never been updated of course, but John liked to pretend that the entries were not dated two years ago. Once the page had loaded, John began to read his favourite entries, the ones which he used to tease Sherlock about always made him smile and remember good memories. After John had read '67 Ways to Know Someone is a Serial Killer by Their Hair' he returned to the homepage. John's heart almost stopped. What was this? It was a new entry, posted whilst he had been reading. His heart began to beat rapidly as he read the title, 'I'm sorry...'. What could this mean? Surely it wasn't actually Sherlock?
John's hands were shaking as he moved the laptop mouse over to the 'read more' link. He desperately wanted to know what was written but was scared that it was just some cruel prank to make him feel worse. The page loaded and there was only one sentence, it wasn't even a sentence. Just an address. John went pale, trying to think about where he could remember '45 Starktony Road' before. Not even two minutes went by before John remembered. Of course, it was where he first realised his feelings for Sherlock. He had never told Sherlock of his feelings because of how
inappropriate they were, but how would someone else know how much that moment meant to John? There must of been another reason why that address was on Sherlock's blog. John had to find out.
Grabbing his coat, John left the flat and signalled for a cab. "Starktony Road and could you hurry please?" John was eager to find out who or what was waiting for him. He knew that it wasn't Sherlock, of course not, how could it be? He witnessed the fall himself, saw his body even. It wasn't Sherlock, it couldn't be. John knew the dangers he was facing going to the address, but his curiosity got the better of him, something Sherlock often picked up on and teased him about. As he arrived, John looked up at the building which was once a crime scene, now an abandoned hall. He made his way inside and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the hall was dark with the only light coming in was from the windows at the very top of the walls. Not providing much light at all, making it quite hard to see. It smelled quite nice for an abandoned hall, a little too nice. John just shrugged it off and continued to look around, feeling quite disappointed that nothing had jumped out at him. He checked the time, 7:46pm, he should probably get himself some dinner, and he hadn't eaten since toast and jam that morning. John turned and was about to leave the building until he heard something.
It sounded like a faint bang, but it could of just been something falling over or maybe something outside. This didn't stop John going to investigate though. He was a curious man and this caused him to get himself into dangerous situations. As he walked to the back of the hall, he realised that there was a back room. A hidden room which seemed mysterious and extremely inviting. There was another bang, this time louder and it was made clear that it came from this room. John always carried his gun with him, just in case, so he put one hand on the gun in his pocket and opened the door with the other. The room was messy, filled with papers, books, food wrappers, other stationary and a very small bed in the corner. It was obvious someone had been sleeping and working on something here. On the bed was a laptop and John, being curious as always, walked over and looked at the screen, not knowing what to expect. Then, his heart dropped. 'A Science of Deduction' was open and logged into. John was so focused on the laptop he hadn't heard a toilet flush in the background; it wasn't until someone said his name that he turned around.
John didn't know what to think, what to feel or how to react. It all seemed too surreal. "John, let me explain." Sherlock's voice was like music to John's ears however, John started to feel too hurt to enjoy the moment. "I had to do it, he was going to kill Lestrade, Mrs Hudson and worst of all, you! I couldn't let that happen." John just stood in shock until he felt he had to sit down to take it all in. "John, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I've been watching you ever since, making sure you're okay. I wanted to come back to you sooner but I had to make sure he was gone for good." Sherlock took a few steps towards John as he said this. John desperately wanted to just completely forgive his friend, but he felt betrayed. "Stop Sherlock! Just stop! I've been grieving for almost two and a half years now! You could of text me, my number hasn't changed!" Sherlock interrupted "I tried calling you..." John ignored him and continued, "TWO AND A HALF YEARS, SHERLOCK! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU?" John knew he had said too much and he may have hinted about his feelings but he didn't care, this needed to be said. "You can't just expect me to forgive you straight away, I cried so much for you, I stopped eating because of grief, I didn't even-" Before John could even finish his sentence Sherlock grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"I'm sorry, John but I've wanted to do that ever since we worked on that particular case together, do you remember? It was here..." John had turned to jelly. All of a sudden he didn't care about what Sherlock did. Hearing what Sherlock was saying made him get butterflies in his stomach. He didn't know that Sherlock felt this way or even remembered that case for those reasons. "Oh no, I've done something wrong again, haven't I?" Sherlock asked, looking worried and searching for some intimacy. "No Sherlock, for once in your life you've actually done something I wanted you to do." John grabbed hold of Sherlock's shirt and pulled him in towards him, he kissed Sherlock's beautiful lips passionately. The lips he hadn't seen in years, he was finally kissing. John was content.
Sherlock put his arms around John and squeezed him tightly, making his and John's body's touch. Sherlock knew he had to make it up to John, so he moved on to John's neck. Kissing and biting John's neck was something he had often thought about doing and he was finally doing it. John let out slight moans as he began to feel aroused. The blood rushed to his groin and John's cock began to harden. Sherlock felt it against his upper thigh and began to grind against John's body. John started to undo Sherlock's shirt buttons to reveal his torso, his pale, perfect chest was a sight for sore eyes. John pulled away from Sherlock and began to softly kiss Sherlock's cold chest, breathing in his natural scent as he did so, it was exciting and familiar but a smell he had missed. "Whoa, hold on John. I'm the one who should be making you feel special. Not the other way around." Sherlock smirked at John, moved the laptop and then lightly pushed John onto the bed. John removed his own jumper as Sherlock got ready to get on the bed with him.
Sherlock got on top of John and placed one of his legs inbetween both of John's. As he started to thrust against John he could feel himself and John's cocks becoming extremely hard. John put his hands around the back of Sherlock's neck and pulled him down for another kiss. John wanted to taste Sherlock so he put his tongue into Sherlock's mouth and played around with his tongue. Sherlock had never experienced any type of sexual act before, which made everything even more exciting for him. It wasn't difficult to make him hard. Sherlock began to undo John's trousers and pulled away from John so he could get a good look. Sherlock pulled his friend's trousers completely off and began to tease John's penis. Sherlock couldn't hide that he was a fan of John's tight boxers as he grinned widely at the sight. John laughed at Sherlock's nerdy smile and then closed his eyes. Sherlock moved down and spread John's legs apart and started to softly kiss John's inner thighs. Getting closer and closer to John's crotch, Sherlock began to breathe heavily onto John's cock which made John shiver with excitement. "Oh Sherlock, stop being such a cock tease!" John shouted.
Before he moved on, Sherlock removed his own trousers and underwear and revealed his rather large, pulsating member. He almost ripped John's boxers off with excitement and began to give him a handjob. His hand was admiring every inch of John's penis and with every tug John let out a gasp and sometimes a quiet moan, until Sherlock realised it wasn't enough. Sherlock came closer to John
and began to lick the end of John's penis, slowly putting the tip into his mouth and getting it very wet. He all of a sudden inserted it all into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat and he gagged. This made John moan loudly, "Fuck, Sherlock! Jesus...Oh my god..." etc. Sherlock got faster and faster, moving John's penis back and forth in his mouth. John grabbed the bed sheet with both hands as he came closer and closer to climax, until finally he came in Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock kept John's penis in his mouth, making sure that he swallowed every bit of John's come. Sherlock got up and smiled at John, feeling very proud of himself.
John pulled Sherlock up to him and kissed him again, knowing that Sherlock had just been on his cock didn't matter to John. He wanted to kiss Sherlock forever. "Sherlock, that was, amazing." John couldn't help but smile so much that his cheeks hurt. Sherlock wasn't finished though. "John, if you reach into the box next to you, there is something we can use." John checked the box and found a tube of lubricant. John picked it up, looked at Sherlock and grinned. "Come on then..." John sat up and indicated for Sherlock to come and sit on his lap. Sherlock straddled John and his eyes widened as he watched John lubricate himself up. John took Sherlock by the waist and moved him up and then placed him onto his cock. Sherlock frowned at the pain at first but then got used to it. John started off slow and soft until he realised Sherlock was comfortable. John kissed Sherlock once again and then started going hard and fast. Moving in and out of Sherlock's hole making Sherlock make noises he had never heard before. Sherlock was practically screaming until John covered his mouth. Sherlock bit John's hand to stop himself from making noises again. John bit his lip and continued to penetrate his friend.
Sherlock's moans slowly turned into a chant of John's name with the often 'fuck' thrown in. John thought he'd give Sherlock a handjob so they could both reach climax at the same time. With every tug and every thrust, both men became hotter and more desperate for climax. Finally, with one last kiss and Sherlock biting John's lower lip, they both came at the same time. John basically exploded inside of Sherlock whereas Sherlock came all over John's hand. John didn't mind at all and removed himself from Sherlock. Sherlock sat back a bit and they both just looked at each other. Their eyes locked, their hearts racing and beads of sweat running down their faces. They had never worked so hard in their lives.
The couple laid back on the bed and Sherlock (being the taller man) put his arm around John and let John rest his head on his chest. John looked up at Sherlock and after a soft kiss on his chest he sighed. "I really missed you, Sherlock and I've wanted to do that for a long time." Sherlock stroked John's hair and nodded. "So have I, John. We were apart for too long and I've always thought you'd be put off if I told you my feelings." John smiled a bit. "What are your feelings, Mr Holmes?" Sherlock closed his eyes, let out a sigh and put his head back onto a pillow. "I love you, John Watson." John smiled broadly, rested on Sherlock's chest again and closed his eyes, also. "I love you too, Sherlock Holmes." After two and a half years of John being completely alone and lost, he finally had his partner back and they fell asleep in each other's arms.