So this is the last chapter. I hope that everyone has enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

There is an 'adult scene' in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable please do not read past the warning I placed below.

I have never written that kind of scene before but hopefully I at least partially nailed it. Once again, a big thank you to everyone who left me comments. You all helped me through this one!

Chapter 17

Sherlock pushed through the door to his flat and sunk into his chair with a disappointed huff.

That encounter could have gone better, Sherlock thought to himself dismayed.

Sherlock had been so sure that if he was able to talk with John face to face that he could have managed to get John to come back. Instead, John had gotten more angry with him.

He had even apologized in person. John always forgave him when he apologized. It was one of the many things about him that Sherlock found endearing.

John also appreciated honesty, whether good or bad, and Sherlock had done just that when he had told John about his feelings. John should be over the moon with happiness that Sherlock returned his affections but he had gotten angry all over again.

In fact, John hadn't responded to any of Sherlock's attempts at reconciliation in 'typical John fashion' and Sherlock had run out of ideas.

He would never understand human emotion. It made no sense. One word or phrase or action could have a thousand meanings, a thousand different emotional responses.

It was all much to messy for Sherlock. If this were anyone else he were trying for, he wouldn't have given a second thought to giving up.

The sudden ring of his phone breaks him out of his revere. Looking at the screen he pauses for a moment.

John was calling him.

Hope and fear both clung to him as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"John? Is everything alright?" He asks because he doesn't know what else to say. There's a moments pause where Sherlock actually thinks he may scream from suspense, but finally John answers.

"I'm coming over." John says and Sherlock can still hear the anger laced in his words, though it does seem a little milder now. None of that matters though because John wants to come over. He wants to see Sherlock.

"Oh. Alright. That's good." Sherlock says hoping that his voice didn't sound quite as desperate to John as it did to his own ears.

"Right. Good. I'll see you in a bit." John answers and hangs up without saying goodbye.

Just one more thing that wasn't typical John behavior.

/

Twelve agonizing minutes passed by before Sherlock heard the familiar sound of John trudging up the stairs.

He listened intently as John made it to the door, trying his best to look composed, but John had paused. Sherlock counted the seconds, griping the arms of his chair tightly so he didn't do something ridiculous like pulling John inside himself.

Another moment passed and Sherlock holds his breath as John opened the door. He doesn't look at Sherlock until after he closes the door behind him and hangs up his jacket.

Sherlock reads instantly the tension in his body, all the things John's feeling but Sherlock hasn't seen John for so long and he just looks so perfect, standing here, in their flat with his worn loafers and ugly jumper.

"John." Sherlock says in greeting, standing from his chair. "Tea?" He offers, trying for normal.

"I'm fine." John says after a slight shake of the head before he takes a few more steps into the room. Sherlock doesn't know what to do or say next and John doesn't look like he knows either. They're both just standing there, looking at each other and Sherlock feels as if they will be stuck like this forever, but then John speaks.

"What you said….at the clinic." He asks, confusion and hurt and hope lacing his voice. "Did you mean it or did you just say it to try and get me to forgive you?"

Sherlock takes an involuntary step towards John as he holds his gaze earnestly and answers.

"I meant every word." He says and John looks away with a nod before stepping forward himself. They're still a few feet away from each other and Sherlock wants desperately to close the distance but he doesn't want to run John off when he's finally come back.

John's eyes finally find his again.

"Then….say it properly." John says, determined and Sherlock is confused. Had he not said it right before at the clinic? He had thought that he had conveyed his feelings perfectly.

"I don't understand." Sherlock says frowning. John lets out a long sigh.

"Say it properly, Sherlock, or I won't accept your apology." He says and although Sherlock thought he had said it quite efficiently before, he would say it again, only for the fact that John would forgive him.

"Fine." Sherlock says, steeling his nerves. He wasn't well versed in the ways of the heart and saying something like this aloud was nerve-wracking, but he would….for John. With one final deep breath he charged ahead.

"As I said earlier, there is a certain level of sentiment that I feel for you that cannot be explained as anything other than-." Sherlock says but John interrupts him.

"Sherlock-" John says, disappointed and Sherlock knows that he's missing something here.

"You know damn well what I meant." John says and Sherlock really doesn't. "I want to hear you say it." He finishes and it finally clicks with Sherlock what he wants. Taking another step forward Sherlock looks at John. At his determined expression, the hint of embarrassment and he says the words that he had kept hidden away in his heart, even from himself, for so long.

"I love you, John."

/

John had come here to yell at Sherlock. Tell him that he couldn't just do whatever he pleased, then confess his love and think everything would be swept under the rug.

The minute he had stepped through the door though, all he could think about was that he wanted to hear Sherlock say it again.

Hearing the words, hearing Sherlock really say it, had repaired something deep within himself.

He was still pissed. Probably would be for a long time, but Sherlock loved him back and how could he not be just a little ecstatic about that.

"Well?" He hears Sherlock say and he wonders if he missed something.

"Huh?" John asks and Sherlock's frown grows.

"Isn't it the social norm to reciprocate?" He asks and John almost laughs.

"I don't think you've earned that yet." John says and Sherlock nods.

"I have done some things recently to you that would be in the realm of 'not good'." He says with a sad smile and John scoffs.

"Try something beyond not good. Try despicable." He says even though his anger has all but evaporated.

"I am sorry, John." Sherlock says taking another step towards him. "Are you- will you come back home?" He asks so unsure, so unlike himself. John wants to tell him yes. Wants to make the sadness leave his eyes but he's not sure he can.

"I want you to come back desperately." Sherlock says and his voice is so small.

"Sherlock-" John says. He doesn't know what to do here. What to say.

"I've missed you every moment you were away." Sherlock continues and John steels himself against the emotions he's feeling because of Sherlock's words.

"What you did was bad, Sherlock. It can't just be forgot-"

"I love you." Sherlock says again and John can feel his heart flutter at the sound of it. He can feel himself loosing his resolve and he shakes himself out of it.

"No, Sherlock." He says with conviction and the other man frowns again. "You used me. You tricked me into falling in love with you all for the sake of a game with your arse hole of a brother." He says, all the hurt he felt coming out in his words.

"Perhaps we could both blame my brother for this whole thing. He was the one who suggested you from the start-" Sherlock says only to stop at the pointed glare John levels at him. "I tricked you." He admits softly.

"You betrayed my trust. You disregarded our friendship as if it meant nothing to you." John pushes forward. He needed to get the words out. Needed Sherlock to hear them.

"It does. John, it means so much." Sherlock says, his voice holding a slightly desperate quality but John continues because he can't just forgive Sherlock yet. He needs him to understand what he did, that John won't be tricked like this ever again.

"You...you hurt me...more than-" John starts, his voice breaking.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock whispers moving right in front of John. "Forgive me." He says just as softly as he takes one of John's hands in his own.

"You-" John starts to argue, but his brain is malfunctioning with every pass of Sherlock's thumb over his knuckles.

"I love you, John." Sherlock says again and John knows he's lost.

"Well, as long as you understand." He stutters out not wanting Sherlock to know quite yet. "You have a lot to answer for Sherlock Holmes."

"I will endeavor to make it up to you every day, John Watson." Sherlock answers holding John's eyes with the amount of emotion John can see in them right now.

"Will you?" John says, trying to sound unaffected, but his voice just broke and Sherlock is smiling at him now and John is lost in all of it.

"I will." Sherlock says so quietly before he leans down and places a chaste kiss at John's hair line. John's breath hitches at the contact and Sherlock leans back, looking at John again. His face is so open. So genuinely filled with love that John had to close his eyes to it.

"I'm sorry, John." Sherlock breaths out before pressing a kiss along one eye lid, then the other and John has to remind himself to breath.

"Forgive me." He says, kisses ghosting along both his cheekbones making John take a stuttering breath.

"Will you accept my apology?" Sherlock asks, this time placing the barest hint of pressure just at the corner of John's mouth before pulling back once again. There's no reason why such chaste kissing should be affecting John so much, but he is indeed affected. He has to take a moment to clear his mind before his whole argument is forgotten.

"I'm still bloody pissed off at you Sherlock. A few kisses aren't gonna fix-"
Sherlock decides to interrupt him by ducking back down to capture his lips softly. John closes his eyes and goes with it. Despite the fact that they were still not okay, that John was still pissed, he really couldn't help himself. Not when Sherlock's lips were against his own.

God.

This was only the second time he had felt Sherlock's lips on his own, but he knew he would never want anyone else.

When he feels Sherlock's tongue snake across the seam of his mouth, he's gone.

He opens to it instantly, taking it in his own mouth, sucking lightly for a moment.

Sherlock shakes and lets out a sound John has never heard him make before. Something deep and needy and John can't even remember why he was mad anymore.

They trade heated kisses there in the sitting room, one minute turning into five.

John's heart is hammering against his ribs and he can feel Sherlock's doing the same with every swipe of tongue and biting caress.

John feels like he can't breath and he can tell that Sherlock is in the same condition but he can't bring himself to stop.

He needs this.

Them together. As close as he can get them.

Slowly John walks them over to Sherlock's chair and pushes lightly until Sherlock seems to take the hint and sits down heavily, John following him down, straddling his thighs.

Sherlock's hands come up, rubbing up John's chest, along his shoulders, then around to his back and John shutters.

He honestly can't remember ever having felt this sensitive to someone elses touch before. He let's himself get lost in it.

Let's himself get lost in Sherlock. The way he's desperately touching him. How he can't seem to get close enough to John either.

And then Sherlock's phone rings.

It take them both a moment before they fully comprehend it, but eventually Sherlock pulls his phone from his pocket.

They can both see Mycroft's name lit up on the screen and Sherlock lets out a frustrated growl.

"Must he continue to ruin my life until the end of time?" He says bringing the phone to his ear, but John snatches it away before he can speak.

"Sherlock can't come to the phone right now, Mycroft. He is being thoroughly ravished." John says into the phone hearing Sherlock give an embarrassed groan as he listens to Mycroft's reply. He smiles down at Sherlock cheekily before he answers. "Well that's too bad seeing as I have no intention of letting Sherlock leave my bed for the remainder of the day. We'll just have to see about tomorrow." He says as he watches a blush form on Sherlock's cheeks. "I'll pass it on. Bye." John says into the phone before throwing it over onto the sofa.

Sherlock is looking at him with a scandalized expression and John can't help but laugh. Sherlock pouts at this at first, but eventually he gives John a smile.

"So what did Mycroft want?" He asks, frowning on his brother's name.

"Something about checking up on you because you've not left your flat in over a week. He wanted to see you today."

"Ah."

"Oh, and he wanted me to pass along his congratulations on our….consummation of our feelings."

"Ugh. Let's drop the subject immediately. I believe we were in the middle of something much more interesting."

"I couldn't agree more." John says as he pulls Sherlock in closer, taking his bottom lip into his mouth biting down lightly. Sherlock whimpers and It's the hottest sound John has ever heard.

Sherlock's looking up at him a little dazed and John can't think for the life of him what he'd done to deserve such an amazing person as Sherlock.

[WARNING]

"John." Sherlock breaths out so quietly and his breath fans out over John's face and John has to taste him again.

He brings their mouth together again in a heated, messy kiss. He brings a hand up, running his fingers through Sherlock's hair. He'd spent so long fantasizing about what it would feel like, but nothing he had imagined about Sherlock was as good as reality.

"Wanted this for so long." he says in between kisses as his other hand touch Sherlock everywhere he can reach.

"John." Sherlock moans, throwing his head back a little as John runs his tongue along Sherlock's neck before sucking a bruise under his jaw.

John feels like he's on fire. His body is desperate to feel all of Sherlock he can. Not able to hold back any longer, John gives a small thrust bringing both his and Sherlock's groins together.

Sherlock let's out a deep moan in time with his own, and his hands shoot up to grab at John's hips. He's shaking and he's breathing harshly into John's mouth. His eyes have squeezed shut and he looks a little like he's in pain. Somewhere in John's brain, it supplies him with the thought that this looks a lot like the failed kiss weeks ago.

John pulls back immediately.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asks studying him. Sherlock doesn't answer, but he does open his eyes.

John has never seen anyone as beautiful as Sherlock is right now. His pupils are blown, his cheekbones are dusted pink, his lips are parted and his breathing is labored. He's looking at John in awe, but he also looks absolutely terrified and John has to fight not to pull him back in.

John thinks again as he had many times before, if there might have been more truth to Mycroft's teasing at Buckingham Palace than Sherlock had let on.

"Sherlock, can I ask-"

"It doesn't matter." Sherlock interrupts, still slightly breathless. "You want to know whether or not I'm a virgin. That is what you were going to ask wasn't it?"

"It was." John answers.

"It doesn't matter." Sherlock says impatiently grabbing onto John and pulling him back against him.

"Sherlock, wait." John says, placing his hands flat against Sherlock's chest. "I just- I want to make sure we're not rushing into anything here."

Sherlock looks away for a moment before he steels his expression.

"You've changed your mind. You don't want this with me anymore because of my inexperience." He says, and though he has schooled his features, John can still hear the hurt in his voice.

"Now when did I say that, you big git?" John says exasperatedly. "I want to make sure that we don't do something you're not ready for. This is new to me as well. I don't want to mess it up before it really begins."

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"I am a thirty-four year old healthy male who has never engaged in sexual intercourse. Further more, I have found myself quite increasingly aroused for the better part of a month. You, the person that has made me feel such, are currently seated in my lap. I can personally think of nothing I would rather do more than have sex with you this very minute."

John lets out a chuckle that turns in to a full laughing fit at the grave expression on Sherlock's face.

"I do not find this at all humorous, John. In fact, I can personally think of three much more useful things you could be doing with your mouth right now." Sherlock says with a coy smile causing John to blush this time.

"Four things." He adds, as another thought comes to him and John gives a chuckle.

"So romantic." He jokingly complains and Sherlock's smile gives way to a look of uncertainty.

"If you wanted romance then I'm not-" He starts but John stops him with a shake of his head.

"No. I want you, Sherlock. All of you. Right now in fact." John says, his interest renewed as he gazes shamelessly at Sherlock's body.

"Good." Sherlock says before pulling John back to him for another searing kiss.

"Bed." John suggests breathlessly when they finally break free. Sherlock starts trailing hot, wet kisses along his neck, ignoring him, sliding his hands under John's shirt, trailing heat up his chest. He grazes a nipple on his way and John moans dirtily.

They need to be horizontal.

Now.

John had a mental list of things he wanted to do to Sherlock, most all of them better laying down.

"We need a bed." He tries again and Sherlock growls low in his throat as he pulls John closer. John has to suppress the whimper that threatens to come out at that particular noise.

In all seriousness it was Sherlock's first time and John didn't want it to be in their sitting room where Mrs. Hudson could walk in.

"Sherlock-" He says again placing his hands against the mans chest and Sherlock levels him with an irritated look that John meets full force.

"Fine!" Sherlock groans before standing abruptly, almost sending John to the floor. He barely has enough time to get his footing before Sherlock takes hold of his wrist and drags him into his bedroom.

Like lightening Sherlock closes the door and presses John against it, running scorching kisses along his jaw and neck.

"Off." Sherlock demands after a minute, standing up straight, pulling at John's jumper and under shirt. "Why do you insist on wearing so many layers? It's hardly practical."

"I feel the cold." John says with a smile as he helps Sherlock remove his shirts.

Sherlock looks at him greedily for a moment before pulling away from the door, maneuvering him at the foot of his bed. He makes quick work of John's belt before giving him a swift push. John goes down happily, kicking off his shoes, socks and trousers before inching his way up the mattress.

He lay watching Sherlock, eyes zeroing in on pale flesh as he strips off his own shirt and trousers until he's standing there in a pair of tight black boxer briefs.

"God." John says, unable to help himself at the sight in front of him. How was he this lucky?

"You're used to women. Should I not have-" Sherlock starts, his arms coming up to cover himself and how can Sherlock not know how he looks?

"God, no Sherlock. You're beautiful." John says in awe before reaching out a hand towards him. "Come here."

Sherlock obeys immediately, closing the space between them, their bodies aligning perfectly before lowering his mouth to John's in a heated kiss.

All John can focus on is the wet heat of Sherlock's tongue, the pressure of Sherlock body pressing him down and the fact that he still want's more.

John lifts his knees up, bracketing Sherlock's narrow hips and they both groan at the sensation.

John can feel Sherlock hard and heavy, pressed against his hip and it seems so unreal that someone like him could turn Sherlock on but the truth is right there and it sends pleasure rolling through him.

Sherlock's weight feels perfect on top of him. The way he can't seem to decide where he wants his hands or his mouth is really endearing and extremely hot but John needs more.

Like lightening, he flips them over, grinding their groins together roughly and Sherlock arches up on the bed with a gasp, nearly dislodging John from above him.

"Too much?" John asks, running his hand slowly through Sherlock's hair, while the other stills on his hip.

"Keep going." Sherlock breaths out heavily and John does. John pulls Sherlock up, capturing his lips again, as he settles his hips back down, aligning their cocks perfectly through the thin cotton barrier of their pants.

They both groan at the new kind of sensation, and John has to fight to keep himself still to make sure Sherlock is truly alright with this new development.

When Sherlock gives an impatient huff and begins rutting up into him, John doesn't think he's ever felt quite so relieved.

John soon sets a rhythm and begins trailing a line of hot, biting kisses along Sherlock's throat to his collar bone.

"John." Sherlock whimpers out and John thinks he could loose it just from Sherlock's voice alone.

"God," John moans breathlessly. "Sherlock."

He bends his head again to take Sherlock's tongue into his mouth while at the same time thrusting down hard, and Sherlock shoots up off the bed, another deep moan rumbling through his chest.

God. Sherlock was so responsive.

A thought barely formed in John's mind before he was taking hold of the waistband of Sherlock's pants and pulling them down swiftly. Sherlock let out a startled gasp that transformed quickly into a low moan when John shed his own pants.

"John." Sherlock groaned sounding completely wrecked.

John couldn't wait to hear all the sounds Sherlock would make once they were flush together with nothing between them, but Sherlock was naked, in front of him. Panting, wanting, and John had to take a moment to just look;

Smooth pale skin over firm muscles, dipping down to narrow hip bones.

He really was beautiful.

Even his dick was perfect.

Hard, jutting out, the head leaking gently.

He was a little longer than John but just as thick.

John had expected this to feel wrong somehow, firstly because it's Sherlock, his best friend.

Secondly, because Sherlock was a man.

He'd been wrong. There were no feelings of wrongness or second thoughts.

"John." Sherlock says and John looks up at him sheepishly.

"Sorry." He says with a smile before noticing that Sherlock has tensed up again.

"Am I not...is it-" Sherlock starts, uncertain and John for the life of him can't believe that someone as beautiful as Sherlock could feel so self-conscious.

"You're perfect, Sherlock." John says before lowering himself down between Sherlock's legs, no material between them now. "So perfect." John stutters out as he gives a small thrust.

Sherlock moans throatily at the contact, and John feels a surge of arousal spread though him at the sound. Sherlock obviously approved of this just as much as John did.

Reaching down to grab at Sherlock's hip once again, John starts back up a rhythm. Sherlock's cock is leaking steadily, slicking them both up with each thrust and John all of a sudden has a desperate need to taste.

John lifts himself off of Sherlock and hears a whine of protest before he lowers back down, his head hovering dangerously close to Sherlock's straining erection.

"John." Sherlock howls out as John closes a hand around him.

John's own dick twitches at the sound, turned on and ridiculously pleased.

Slowly, he darts out his tongue along the slit of Sherlock's cock, tasting the moisture that had gathered there experimentally. The light touch has Sherlock jerking wildly, a deep moan escaping his lips and John has to reach up to push down on his hips so he doesn't loose an eye.

John wraps his lips around the tip, sucking lightly as he works his mouth down then up again. Sherlock lets out a strangled moan, and John starts working his hand in time with his mouth.

"John, ohhh...oh god." Sherlock moans and John lets him fall out of his mouth, but continues to slide his fist up and down as he takes in the sight in front of him.

Sherlock looks completely wrecked and John is so turned on by the fact that he's the one that did this to him that he can't think straight.

John lets out his own moan at the sight in front of him before he takes Sherlock back into his mouth, sliding down slowly, tightening his lips around the length of him before coming back up again. John can feel the harsh jerking of Sherlock's hips against his hands as John flattens his tongue against the head and swirls his tongue all the way around before sliding down again.

John wasn't sure he'd be any good at this but Sherlock is shaking and moaning and babbling non-sense so John must be doing something right.

Sherlock's thrusts start to getting faster and harder, his moaning turning into gasped out praises of 'so good' and 'don't ever stop' and 'John".

The last one is John's personal favorite. He loves how his name sounds coming out of Sherlock's mouth when he's desperate and wanting. He's never heard anything greater.

John flicks his tongue along the head again, drawing out Sherlock's pleasure and tasting it on his tongue before sucking on the head.

"Oh...John...Oh fuck!" Sherlock shouts out, driving his hips up harshly and sending his cock deeper into John's mouth and John thinks he might have spoken to soon earlier.

Sherlock cursing was probably the greatest thing he's ever heard.

Sherlock is shaking now with every slide of his tongue and John can feel him start to get harder as he works him in and out of his mouth.

Sherlock groans low and loud, his thrusting speeding up and erratic as he grips John's head forcefully. John watches as Sherlock stills and throws his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as the groan turns to a shout of 'Oh God' and 'John' as he pulses again and again into John's mouth, down his throat. John swallows all of it by some miracle and pulls off, resting his forehead in the dip of Sherlock's narrow hip.

After catching his breath, John takes himself in hand. He'd already been on the edge the moment he had seen Sherlock's naked body. It doesn't take long. Just a few strokes and he's coming, Sherlock's name on his lips.

Sherlock is still trembling slightly as he grabs for John and John lifts himself up and crumples on top of Sherlock. They lay there for a moment, sweaty, chests heaving as Sherlock runs his fingertips through the sweat soaked skin along John's back.

When John catches his breath he leans up and plants a lazy kiss to the corner of Sherlock's mouth.

"That was..." Sherlock starts but pauses. John lets out a breathless laugh.

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'amazing' or 'brilliant'. I'll take 'best shag ever' as well." John says and Sherlock chuckles.

"I don't think it would be fair to either of us to label it as such. A more in-depth study will be required before I can give a decided opinion. It would require repeat performances in a number of activities." Sherlock says with mock seriousness and John smiles into his chest.

"Repeat performances?"

"Certainly. I'm thinking you should probably move back in as soon as possible so that we can devote all our free time to it." Sherlock says whilst ghosting his fingers back and forth over John's back.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." John answers lazily.

"Indeed." Sherlock agrees with a soft chuckle.

"But not today." John says lifting himself up to look at Sherlock. "I believe I made a promise not to let you out of this bed and I'm a man of my word."

"I do recall you saying something about thoroughly ravishing me." Sherlock replies with a coy smile. John smiles in return before leaning down to kiss Sherlock properly. When they finally break apart, John is struck with the reality that Sherlock wants this too. He wants to be with John just as badly. He loves John just as much as John loves him.

"I am thoroughly compromised by sentiment for you, Sherlock." John says, mimicking Sherlock's ridiculous confession, with a contented smile.

"Shut up." Sherlock says, flushing in embarrassment before pulling John's lips to him for a chaste kiss. "I love you too, John."