This third and final part of Not Forgotten was suggested my Mattsloved1 - thanks Mattie :D

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own:(

John allowed himself to be led to the bedroom, revelling in Sherlock's guiding hands gently massaging his shoulders.

"Get into bed, I'll fetch dinner."

The blond head tipped back to rest on the warm, solid chest behind him.

"If you do that John, dinner may get cold….. again!"

John's stomach growled loudly, and both men dissolved into giggles. Still grinning Sherlock whisked out of the room.

By the time he returned with a tray, John was lying with the duvet folded back, revealing his still tight and muscular torso. The sight took Sherlock's breath away.

He rested the tray on the bed, then hopped up and sat facing John, a knee on either side of his hips. John frowned, but puzzlement cleared as Sherlock delicately picked up a deep fried chicken ball in his teeth, dipped it in sweet and sour sauce, then fed it to the other man.

He repeated the action, rubbing himself against John, until they were both thoroughly aroused. As he tried to feed him the last one, John pressed his lips together.

Sherlock frowned. With a wicked smile, John slipped his tongue out and slowly, sensuously licked at the food still held in the other man's teeth. Reaching up he sucked the orb from Sherlock's mouth.

With a shudder, Sherlock sighed "Now who's the teasing bastard?"