Day 30: Whatever I Want

Their hotel room is white and fancy. It looks modern, that's the most accurate term for it. It's clean and square and artistic, looking much like it all came out of an Ikea catalogue.

John and Sherlock notice none of this. They stumble into the suite barely dodging chairs and coffee tables on their way to the bedroom portion of the suite, where a giant, fluffy, white bed is waiting for them.

The groping each other started in the car ride on their way here. It was barely a two mile ride, but with traffic and road construction, the ride took well over half an hour. They got bored, their seductive gazes became too heavy, and John started it by shoving his hand into the front of Sherlock's fancy black tuxedo trousers.

By the time they made it to the hotel, they were a mess. Their lips were red and swollen, their ties were undone hanging around their neck, and Sherlock's trousers were unzipped and unbuttoned.

How they made it to the front desk will be a question for the ages. They had to check in themselves, so Sherlock tucked, zipped, and buttoned by the time they got to the front desk.

"Reservation," John said while Sherlock wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Name?"

John grinned and turned his head to rub his nose against Sherlock. The girl behind the desk smiled.

"Doctor and Mister Watson," John replied, turning back to her. "We just got married."

"I can tell," she said with a wide smile. "The suite is all ready for you. Should I send up a bottle of champagne?"

"Uhm…" John bites his lip in thought, not wanting to be too crude in front of the girl. He wants to say to give them at least half an hour before sending it up, but he doesn't say that. "We'll call if we want it, okay?"

"Perfect, sir," she said, then handed them their room key.

The elevator ride was not the most indecent they've ever been. There was that time in the men's loo on Greg's floor at the Met. There was that time in the dark corner of the aquarium. There was that time on the empty tube.

This time, all they did was kiss against the wall with the elevator attendant silently standing at his post. It could have been worse, but Sherlock's trousers remained buttoned the entire time.

Finally, after about a thousand years of teasing, they make it to their room and into the bedroom. Sherlock sits on the edge of the bed and pulls John to stand between his legs.

"Well, Mister Holmes," Sherlock says, smiling at John while beginning to unbutton his shirt. "How do you feel?"

John places a hand on Sherlock's cheek and watches long fingers get him undressed. "I feel well, Mister Watson."

"It's Doctor now," Sherlock says.

John laughs. "No, sweetie, I'm still the only doctor in this relationship. You're just my mister."

Sherlock smiles. "Your mister."

"My mister."

Without warning, Sherlock shoves John's trousers down his thighs. With John's shirt already hanging off his shoulders, this leaves him half-undressed.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" John questions, reaching for Sherlock's trousers instead of working on his own clothes.

Sherlock's arms drop to the bed and he leans back. "That's your job."

John chuckles, then pulls Sherlock's trousers down when Sherlock lifts his hips.

Their clothes make it to the floor, all but Sherlock's bowtie. He leaves it around his neck, still tied perfectly. John licks around it while pushing Sherlock up the bed to lay back on the pillows.

"I'll be right back," John whispers, then hops off the bed.

Sherlock groans in frustration. "Hurry!"

"I am!" John calls from the next room.

John's gone for nearly five minutes before he returns looking upset.

"What is it?" Sherlock asks.

"I forgot to pack lube."

Sherlock laughs. "I haven't seen you frown all day, but now—"

John stomps back to the bed and throws himself down next to Sherlock. "I can't believe I forgot it."

"It's alright, John," Sherlock tries. "We can do something else."

"I know, but…" John looks at Sherlock. "Tonight is supposed to be special."

"I spotted some liquid soap in the bathroom as we were coming in."

John makes a face. "That's not even remotely sexy, love. Or…sanitary, really."

Sherlock shrugs. "I'm trying."

"I know," John says. "Let's just…we'll figure it out, ok?"

Sherlock nods. "Can we get back to the frankly magnificent kissing? Your kissing has just about amplified since marrying me."

John finally cracks a smile. "Alright. Get your mouth back over here, Mister."

Sherlock rolls over, half draping his body over John's and pressing his slightly smaller erection against the side of John's thigh.

John wraps his arms around Sherlock, one hand drifting down to his bum and the other stroking his back. He kisses Sherlock deeply, making Sherlock moan and thrust his hips against John.

After long minutes of kissing and being driven crazy by his husband's hard cock being pressed firmly against him, John reaches down to wrap his hand around Sherlock's prick.

"What do you want?" John whispers, licking at Sherlock's ear.

"I…I don't…"

"Remember that we are consummating our marriage," John says, "Make it something memorable."

Sherlock bites John's lip and climbs fully on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing his cock against John's.

John grabs Sherlock's bum, squeezing while thrusting up against Sherlock.

"I love you," John whispers, pausing his thrusts to feel Sherlock writhe against him.

"I…" Sherlock pants. "I love you…"

John kisses him again and slowly thrusts, holding Sherlock's hips to make him thrust slower, too.

Sherlock groans in frustration. "Harder…" he begs.

"Slow," John whispers.

Sherlock bites John's neck and breaks John's hold on his hips, starting to thrust harder on top of John.

John throws his head back. "We're supposed to be making love," he whispers.

"I love you and you love me that's good enough," Sherlock quickly says, then sits up on John's hips.

He spits twice into his hand, then takes his and John's erections in hand and slicks them up with his saliva. He strokes evenly, pulling loud moans from John.

Sherlock doesn't last long. "I'm…gonna…" he mutters right before spilling all over his own hand.

John nearly comes watching, feeling Sherlock's thighs clench around his hips and his body jerk above him, but then Sherlock quickly climbs off and snakes down John's body, swallowing his cock whole. John comes in three quick pulls, clutching Sherlock's hair tightly.

Sherlock climbs back on top of him, wrapping his arms around John's neck and squeezing tightly.

"How was that, Doctor Holmes?"

John hugs him tight. "Perfect, Mister Watson."

Sherlock smiles widely, then he leans down and kisses John lightly.

They fall asleep soon after that, but when they wake up hungry around midnight, they do end up ordering that bottle of champagne.

A/N: So this is the end! Thanks everyone for reading and enjoying and reviewing, it all means so much. Sorry the 30-Day Challenge took two months to complete, but I hope it was worth the long breaks.

Second! Good news, readers. I've found another 30-Day Challenge! This next one will probably be SFW, save for kisses and cuddles here and there. It'll begin soon, hopefully, after I focus a bit more on my other stories. Maybe it'll be weekly instead of wanna-be-daily, who knows? Anyway, keep an eye out for it. Thanks for reading!