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Lost Without You	By : Blugrl123 Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Sherlock no matter how much I wish I did. No profit, just for fun.

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A/N: This chapter has a lot of angst in it. Also this is only my second time writing any smut.

Sherlock woke up well before the alarm went off to the sound of John yelling in his sleep. He shouted John’s name to try to wake him up, he even shook him, but nothing was working. John kept shouting for his dad to stop, to leave him alone. Angry that he couldn’t help, Sherlock felt tears forming and lay back down holding John in his arms, hoping that it would help him sleep better. Slowly, John stopped twitching and yelling and the frown on his face disappeared. For the rest of the night, Sherlock held John close and watched him to make sure the nightmare didn’t start up again. The alarm went off and John’s eyes flew open. He felt something warm wrapped around him and turned to see Sherlock’s blue-green eyes looking at him.
“Morning.” John muttered and closed his eyes again, still half-asleep. He felt Sherlock leaning over him to turn off the alarm and shivered slightly when he accidentally brushed over his morning erection.
“Oh. Well Good morning to you too.” Sherlock said and planted a quick kiss on John’s lips before slipping under the covers to help John out.
“Sherlock! We’ve got to get ready for school!” John protested, but Sherlock didn’t listen. John gasped as he felt his pajamas being removed, but lifted his hips to help Sherlock take them off. Then he let out a moan as he felt a tongue lap at his head. Suddenly the wet heat engulfed him. “Fuck!” John shouted as he felt Sherlock’s nose touch his groin. How did Sherlock do that? Then he arched his back and grasped for the sheets as Sherlock pulled away with his tongue swirling and touching John at his most sensitive points. How was Sherlock so bloody good at this? Sherlock kept repeating that action and soon John was gripping Sherlock’s hair and thrusting wildly, close to his release. It was quick and meant to finish him as soon as possible because of the time limit, and it was unbelievably hot. John wanted to see Sherlock’s lips around him and pulled his hand away from his head to move the covers out of the way. Sherlock realized what he was doing and looked up as his head bobbed up and down on John’s cock. And then John was cumming, Sherlock’s name on his lips. It took him a minute to realize that Sherlock had swallowed every last drop.
“But that was more fun.” Sherlock said, then he pulled himself out of his pajamas and began to stroke himself. “I’ve never done this before. Any of this,” he admitted as his hand was working himself. John felt like he should help Sherlock out, but he felt like his limbs were made out of lead, and Sherlock touching himself was just too hot.
“You mean you’ve never had a wank before?” John asked, watching Sherlock’s hand move faster, before finally reaching out and batting his hand away to stroke him himself. Sherlock sighed and leaned back, shaking his head.
“Never… mmm… needed to. I could… ah… get rid of… oh… it without touching.” Sherlock answered in between moans as John spread the pre-cum over his shaft. Then, out of curiosity, he leaned over and put the head of Sherlock’s cock into his mouth. Without warning, Sherlock came and he bit his lip to keep from shouting out. John sputtered as semen gushed into his mouth and he involuntarily spat it out as quickly as possible. He hadn’t been expecting that. “I’m so sorry John.” Sherlock said as his seed trickled down John’s chin.
“No it’s fine. It just surprised me is all.” They sat there looking at each other awkwardly until they heard Mycroft knocking on their door.
“If you are finished now you might want to get ready for school. We’re going to have to leave early to drop John off at his house so he can change into new clothes.” He said calmly, but Sherlock could practically hear him smirking. John blushed, but Sherlock stood up and threw John’s pajama pants back at him.
“You should probably wash off your face and then eat breakfast while I shower. Then while I’m getting dressed you can shower and then you can finish up with everything else at your house.” Sherlock said, then grabbed clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.
            “Have fun at school boys. Don’t punch anyone today.” Mycroft sneered as the teenagers got out of his car.
“Oh no that’s right. I’d completely forgotten with everything.” John groaned.
“It’ll be fine. We’ll figure it all out. Besides you don’t have a class with any of her gang until later. Both Anderson and Donovan are in my history class.” Sherlock reminded him. Then the bell telling them to start walking to class rang and Sherlock got an idea on how to cheer John up some. “Oh John! I think my new favorite color is red.” Then he kissed John’s cheek and walked off towards his first class, leaving John blushing and remembering Sherlock kissing his penis through his red pants.
            For John, the day went by rather painlessly and fast. He got called into the principal’s office where he was congratulated on dating Sherlock, then given his punishment of having to spend lunch in the principal’s office. The lunch wasn’t bad, but he kept worrying about Sherlock throughout the whole thing. He had texted Sherlock, but got no response. After school he saw Sherlock’s cloak as he got into Mycroft’s car, but then the car pulled away. He walked home, wondering if Sherlock was okay.
            For Sherlock, the day dragged on and only seemed to get worse as it went. In his first class, Donovan was telling everybody that Sherlock had forced John to punch her and Anderson kept throwing things at him in class. He couldn’t wait for lunch where he would be able to see John again, but then he got a text from John saying he had to stay with the principal for lunch. As soon as lunch started he felt his phone vibrate and knew that it was John, but as he pulled out his phone to read it, a hand grabbed it from him and threw it on the ground. Sherlock watched helplessly as his screen cracked and parts of his phone flew everywhere. He turned to look at his attacker and paled when he saw who it was. Sebastian Moran, Jim Moriarty and Anderson all stood glaring at him. Sebastian had thrown his phone and now punched him in the face. Sherlock clutched at his face, feeling the blood pouring from his nose. Jim was speaking, but Sherlock couldn’t hear what he said as Sebastian punched him in the stomach, then kneed him in the face when he doubled over, leaving Sherlock sprawled on his back on the walk-way. He looked around for anyone to help him, but no one was there. They attacked him for the rest of lunch and then locked him in the girl’s locker room in their gym before heading off to class. Sherlock knew he could get himself out of there without a problem, but he also knew that there was no gym until the next period, so he just slumped against a wall and started to cry. When it was time to leave, he picked the lock and went to pick up what he could find of his phone and then hide in a bathroom until Mycroft came to pick him up. Luckily, Mycroft didn’t say anything when he saw his brother covered in blood and bruises. Once he was home Sherlock went upstairs to clean up and try to fix his phone before his brother could call a doctor to come look at him.
            John gave up on texting Sherlock when he heard his dad coming home. He didn’t know what he and Sherlock were now, but he did know that he had to protect his mother and sister.
“Where are you, whore!” His dad’s voice boomed through the house along with the stench of the whiskey he’d been drinking. During the day his dad was always gone, pretending to be at work, when he was really off drinking with buddies and getting high. Then he would come home and take out his anger of not having a job and crashing down from his high and would get violent. He heard a shriek as his dad found his mother. He rushed toward the kitchen in time to see his dad slap her across the face.
“Dad no! Stop it!” He yelled running at him and trying to push him away. His dad retaliated by smacking him across the head. His mother took the opportunity to find Harry and lock themselves in her room. His head spinning, John tried to find one of the bottles off whiskey he kept hidden to give to his dad to make him happy for a little while. He heard his dad screaming for his mother because he was horny and wanted to fuck something. Finally John found it and even found one of his dad’s porn magazines. He quickly brought them to his father and pretended they were a gift. His dad took them both and began to stumble towards his room.
“You’re bleeding son, be less clumsy.” He grunted, then closed his door. John sighed and lay back down, too worn out to notice that his phone was vibrating.
            Frustrated Sherlock threw his new phone on his bed. John hadn’t picked up meaning that he was angry at Sherlock. His texts had gravitated from asking how his day was going to asking if he was having second thoughts about them, and finally asking if he had done something wrong. The doctor had looked at him and nothing was broken, but he was going to have bruises for a while. While the doctor was there, Mycroft had left and brought home a new phone for Sherlock, still not bothering to ask what had happened. He looked at the time and realized that John’s dad was probably home and that was why he wasn’t responding, but a part of him kept saying that maybe John was having second thoughts about their relationship. Sherlock lay down on the bed and held his hands together in front of his lips thinking. ‘Tomorrow is Friday and then we have the weekend off. If he still wants to be with me he could spend the whole weekend here with me.’ Imagining a whole weekend of just him and John, Sherlock fell asleep in his clothes.
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