Kiss Away The Pain (Teenlock) Chapter 3

WARNING: This story will contain mature themes including swearing, male on male sexual encounters, and violence. If you aren't comfortable with any of these things, please don't read. Thank you!!

Author's Note at the bottom.

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John was ready for a good snog when the knock interrupted them. A younger sounding voice told them dinner was ready and he knew it must be Sherlock's older brother. He suddenly felt a bit nervous. Sherlock didn't care that he wasn't wealthy, but would his family feel the same? They might think that Sherlock shouldn't be associating with someone so below his status. He took Sherlock's hand as he got off the bed but held back for a second. "Sherlock..." he started. "What if they don't like me?"

Sherlock smiled reassuringly and grasped John's chin in his hand. "Nonsense, John... They'll adore you." He kissed the other boy, briefly allowing their tongues to touch before pulling away with a smirk, "just be yourself," he whispered and grabbed John's hand, pulling him out the door to the bathroom to wash up before going to the dining hall.

John tried to be reassured by Sherlock's words but he was still incredibly nervous. He kept a tight hold on Sherlock's hand, only letting go to wash up in the incredible bathroom. He looked in the mirror, doing his best to fix himself up to look presentable, then followed Sherlock down to the dining hall. As with everything else in the house, it was also huge and beautiful. There was a long table, set with fine china and silverware. Another chandelier hung above them and all around the room were cabinets of crystal figures and paintings hanging on the walls. Swallowing, John gripped Sherlock's hand for support.

Sherlock squeezed John's hand reassuringly and led him to the head of the table where his mum was already seated. "Well, Sherlock... Your brother told me you had a friend coming to join us! Hello dear, it's so nice to meet you! I'm Sherlock's mother, you can call me mum if you like." She smiled brightly at John and gestured for them to have a seat. Sherlock pulled a chair out for John next to his usual spot.

John smiled sheepishly at Sherlock's mother and shook her hand. "It's very nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm John Watson. You have a wonderful house." He flushed slightly as Sherlock pulled the chair out for him and he sat down. He smiled, trying to be as polite as possible. It was while since he had last used truly proper manners. He forced himself not to rest his elbows on the table as he usually did.

"Oh, it's a bit much, especially when it comes to the upkeep, but we manage." Mrs. Holmes said and laughed softly. "Sherlock, how come you've never mentioned your friend here before? I was beginning to think you didn't have any!" Sherlock felt a lump form in his throat, his parents were blissfully unaware of his struggles to find friends, never having time to actually talk to him. "Well, we actually just met... John was walking down the hall when..." he paused and looked over at John, "when we got off school and we started talking, so I invited him home with me." Sherlock's mother smiled, "Well, it's lovely to have you, John. You're welcome to stay over any time you want. Consider this your second home!" Just then the butler and cook came in with a cart filled with food. The butler passed out bowls of soup while the cook began to carve a large turkey.

John was surprised when Sherlock's mother teased him about not having friends, but then he remembered that Sherlock had said his parents didn't ever spend time with him. They didn't know. He snuck his hand onto Sherlock's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. As Sherlock explained how they met, specifically leaving out the part about the rugby team, he just smiled and nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Mrs. Holmes. That's very kind of you."

As the food came out, John's nose was filled with a heavenly aroma. The soup alone looked fantasitc, not to mention the huge, golden browned turkey. John waited to see which spoon Sherlock picked up before picking up his own and taking a spoonful of soup. Dear God, that was fantastic.

Sherlock made small talk with his mother throughout the meal and though he barely ate anything, he smiled at how much John seemed to be enjoying it all. He even got along very well with his mother and he was grateful that she was so accepting of him and kept him involved in the conversation.

Once they were finished, Sherlock asked if he could bring their dessert to his room with them and his mother agreed to let them, saying she would have it brought to his room later. Sherlock hugged his mother good night and gave her a kiss on the cheek, whispering in her ear, "thank you, mum." Mrs. Holmes smiled and patted Sherlock's hand, "Of course, dear. Keep hold of this one, you seem so happy with him," she said quietly enough for just Sherlock to hear and winked at him, making him blush.

John slowly became more comfortable with talking to Mrs. Holmes as he saw how sweet and kind she was. And the food got better with each bite he took. They never ate anything this good at home. Some days they didn't eat at all. It was nice to have a full stomach for once. Slowly but surely John was feeling more and more at home.

When they stood up to say goodnight, John waited until Sherlock had hugged his mother and then stepped forward to shake her hand again. "This was wonderful," he said sincerely. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Holmes."

"Any time, dear! You're always welcome here," Mrs. Holmes said and smiled warmly at him. Sherlock grabbed John by the wrist and drug him out of the dining hall, trying to avoid his brother, but as they reached the door Mycroft was standing there with his arms across his chest.

"Mycroft," Sherlock spat. "Sherlock," his brother replied. The elder Holmes looked John up and down for several moments before nodding swiftly and stepping past them into the dining hall.

Sherlock watched him with narrowed eyes until he closed the door behind him and sighed, "let's go back to my room," he said and pulled John to him, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's waist, "I'd quite enjoy continuing where we left off," he whispered huskily and smirked. He kissed John softly on the cheek, "don't worry, though. Only kissing tonight," he reassured him and began walking down the hall to the stairway.

John smiled as he left the dining hall with Sherlock, but it dropped from his face as they met Sherlock's brother in the doorway. He could only stare up at the older boy, swallowing thickly as his gaze traveled over him. It was like Mycroft had x-ray vision, he felt so vulnerable. When Mycroft finally passed by, John let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Sherlock's embrace a moment later helped to calm him down. He looked up at the taller boy and turned pink at the suggestion of kissing like they had before. "Sounds good to me." With a grin, he hooked arms with Sherlock as they went back up the stairs to his room.

Sherlock walked them through the door and released John's arm. He sauntered slowly and deliberately over to the bed and laid down, spreading himself out and smiling over at John. He patted the bed next to him, "care to join?" he said huskily.

John couldn't help a little smirk as he watched Sherlock walk. He had some arse. The longer he spent in Sherlock's company, the more attracted to him he became. He felt heat shoot downwards as Sherlock took on the new position and he went over to the bed, deciding to straddle Sherlock. "For someone without any experience, you are very good at this," he said, voice a few octaves lower.

Sherlock gasped as John straddled him and a shiver ran through his body at the other boy's tone. He smirked up at John and ran his finger lightly down the front of his shirt, "just because I don't have experience, doesn't mean I don't know how to use my looks to my advantage." He bucked his hips up once and pulled John down by the back of his head until there was just a breath between them. "It also doesn't mean that I don't intend on finding out every little detail of how to pleasure you, John," he breathed against his lips, smirk back in place as soon as he was finished talking.

John shuddered as Sherlock's fingers trailed down his body and he made a choked sound when Sherlock's hips rubbed up against his. Alright, he was definitely at least bisexual, because he had absolutely no problem with the growing bulge he could feel in Sherlock's trousers. He let himself be pulled down and licked his lips before capturing Sherlock's, rocking his hips forward.

Sherlock groaned into the kiss and this time he didn't waste a moment to shove his tongue into the other boy's mouth. He moaned as their tongues made contact and kissed him as best he could, savouring the feel of John on top of him, grinding down on him and his exquisite taste.

Part of John was still surprised not only by Sherlock's eagerness to full on snog, but his talent for it. The other part of him was completely lost in the sensation as he sucked on Sherlock's tongue, even going so far as to gently nip it. His hips continued to roll against Sherlock's, trying to get friction between them, and his hands moved to his chest, smoothing up to his shoulders, then down his body, over to his sides.

Sherlock shook in excitement at the cascade of sensations and let out a long moan, the vibrations of it spreading deliciously through the kiss. After a few minutes, things started to get more intense and with a frustrated groan, he pushed John away. "We have to stop..." he panted, "I won't be able to control myself much longer."

John whined softly as Sherlock pushed him back but he knew that the other boy was right. Even though he wouldn't feel right about doing anything so early, in the moment he could easily forget his morals and go all the way. But when Sherlock spoke, he started to get himself under control with a soft groan. "God, Sherlock...You are incredible."

Sherlock smiled lovingly up at John and reached up to stroke his cheek," so are you, John," he whispered and pulled John down for a hug, embracing him tightly. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," he murmured. "I won't be able to let you go now, I intend to stay with you as long as I can."

John rolled them over so that they were both on their sides, making it easier to hug Sherlock back. He tucked his head under Sherlock's chin and snuggled into him. "Don't worry. I swear to you, you'll never have to be alone again." He pressed a few gentle kisses to the pale skin of Sherlock's neck. This seemed strange to say when they barely knew each other, but at this point he couldn't imagine them being apart. It was as though Sherlock had always been there or was always supposed to be.

Sherlock smiled and kissed the top of John's head. "You need to call your father, don't you? That is... if you're still planning on staying the night. I have some sleep clothes you can borrow so you don't have to go all the way home."

"Oh yeah." John pulled out his mobile and dialed his house. After a few rings the machine picked up. "Hi da, it's me. I'm um, staying with a friend tonight. Don't worry about clothes, I'm going to borrow some. I'll see you tomorrow!" He hung up and then snuggled against Sherlock again. "There. All taken care of."

Sherlock kissed John on the lips briefly and hugged him tighter before letting him go to get up and grab them both some clothes. As he walked over to his bureau, the butler knocked and after Sherlock told him it was okay to come in, he pushed in a cart with two bowls of dessert. It looked like they were having brownies with ice cream and whipped cream on top, one of Sherlock's favourites.

"Go ahead and start without me, I'll just grab us some clothes and change real quick," Sherlock said and smiled back at John. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the laundry bin.

John sat up on the edge of the bed when Sherlock got up and his mouth watered as dessert was brought in. "Don't mind if I do." He got up and grabbed a bowl, thanking the butler before taking a bite. The brownie was warm and gooey and the cold of the ice cream juxtaposed with the warmth was perfect in his mouth. "Oh God...Do you always eat like this?" he asked Sherlock.

Sherlock slipped out of his trousers and turned to face John, "Usually, yes... Although I don't really eat that much. Tonight was the first time I've had anything since... Hmmm... Tuesday?" He turned to grab a couple shirts from the drawer and turned back, still standing there in just his black cotton pants. "What size shirt do you wear?" he asked John.

John looked up when Sherlock said that he hadn't eaten since Tuesday. It was Friday. "Sherlock, that's not-...not..." His spoon dropped into the bowl as his mouth dropped open. Sherlock was- "Gorgeous..." John blushed as he realised that he had said that out loud, but he couldn't have stopped it if he tried. Sherlock's skin was all pale and smooth, and for someone so skinny he certainly had some toning. Not to mention that without his trousers, John got a much better look at his arse.

Sherlock smirked, even with a blush forming across his face, "thank you, John... However, I don't think that is a proper name of a size." He chuckled and turned to pull on his sleep trousers, staying bent over with his arse turned towards John for a bit longer than necessary.

He walked over and handed John the smallest shirt and bottoms he had, but the bottoms would most likely still be too long for him. He sat cross legged on the bed next to the other boy and started eating his own brownie.

John was snapped out of his trance by Sherlock's quip and he cleared his throat. "Right, um...probably something small..." As Sherlock bent over he knew that he was purposely trying to get his attention and it was all he could do to go back to eating his brownie, face still heated. When Sherlock gave him the pyjamas he set his bowl down and started to undress himself. He pulled his shirt off and folded it, leaving it on top of his shoes, then did the same with his trousers.

Sherlock was still smirking to himself as John started to get undressed. He managed to look up just as the other boy was bending over to step out of his trousers and he gulped down his bite of food. "Dear God..." he gasped, his eyes taking in every detail of John's body. Rugby had definitely been kind to him.

He was quite muscular, his skin a few shades darker than Sherlock's and he could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the desire to touch. He slowly dropped his spoon in his bowl and stood up, walking over to John and grabbing onto his hips as he stood. He kissed the side of John's neck, "you, John Watson... are absolutely beautiful," he breathed against his skin.

John jumped a little as Sherlock caught him when he stood, but he relaxed back into the other boy and smirked. A tingle shot down his spine at the feel of Sherlock's lips on his neck and he reached up one hand to card through Sherlock's soft curls. "Well, if I'm beautiful and you're gorgeous, we'll be the best looking couple at school," he murmured.

Sherlock smiled and turned John around to look in his eyes and cup his cheek, "you would be okay with people at school knowing about us?" he asked, honestly surprised that John wouldn't want keep him a secret.

John shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be? I really don't care about what other people think." He leant into Sherlock's touch and looked back into those incredible eyes. "Do you want to keep it a secret?" he asked softly. He would rather not hide it, but whatever Sherlock decided, he would do.

Sherlock thought for a moment, but then shook his head, "No, I don't. As long as I'm with you, I want the world to know it. I don't care if that means more teasing. I would go through anything if it meant I could be with you." He smiled lovingly at John before leaning down and kissing him, this one much less urgent, more loving and slow.

John grinned and kissed him back, putting his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. They stayed that way for a few moments before John pulled back. "I don't know what it is about you...I feel like I've known you forever." He cupped Sherlock's cheek and stared up at him. "It's like we were meant to meet today."

Sherlock sighed happily and placed a kiss to the inside of John's wrist, "I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years, I would surely become a shadow," Sherlock quoted and placed another kiss, just in the center of John's palm. "That's what you are, John. You're my dream come to life and I'm so glad I finally found you." He spoke softly, holding John close and closing his eyes into the touch on his cheek, holding his hand there.

John gazed up at Sherlock, listening to his deep baritone as he quoted some probably high level piece of classical literature. It was the most beautiful thing that anyone had ever said to him. And as Sherlock finished, he felt like he might cry. "Sherlock...That's the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me." He rested his head on Sherlock's chest and closed his eyes. "I don't know how I got so lucky to find you."

"I'm the lucky one," Sherlock said and stroked the back of John's head, placing a kiss to the top of it before pulling away and laying down on the bed. "Finish getting dressed and we'll lay here for a while and talk before we sleep. I want to try and spend as much time as I can with you tomorrow." He pulled the covers down and settled under them, waiting for John to join him.

John smiled up at him and pulled away to put on the shirt and sleep trousers that Sherlock had given him. They smelled like him and it felt like he was being hugged by the other boy all over. John slipped into the bed next to Sherlock and moved in close.

Sherlock turned on his side to face John and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and kissing him on the neck, inhaling the scent of himself and the other boy mingled together. He pulled back and smiled at John, reaching up to brush his hair away from his forehead. "Any ideas as to what you'd like to do tomorrow?"

John hummed softly, holding onto Sherlock as the other boy kissed his neck. He let his eyes flutter shut, just listening to that beautiful deep voice. "I don't know. We can do anything really. Just as long as I'm with you." He rested his cheek in Sherlock's hair, loving how soft and silky his curls were.

Sherlock pushed John until he was laying on his back and rested his head under the shorter boy's chin. He drew patterns on John's chest with his finger, "Mmm... Anything?" he smirked and looked up at John. He suddenly knew exactly where he wanted to take John tomorrow, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

John looked down at Sherlock with curiosity. "Yeah, anything I guess. What do you have in mind?" He arched a little into the touch of Sherlock's figers. He wasn't sure if he was going to want to get up tomorrow, he was so warm and comfortable.

Sherlock smirked, "You'll see," he murmured and kissed John softly on the lips. He snuggled closer to John and kissed his chest, closing his eyes and falling asleep to the sound of John's heartbeat.

John didn't have a chance to question Sherlock further about what they were doing before the other boy had fallen asleep. He sighed fondly and kissed the top of Sherlock's head before closing his eyes. It wasn't long before he was asleep as well.