A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! I finally finished a chapter!!!! OMG work has been absolutely crazy so I'm sorry this took so long!!! SMUT WARNING!!! A little something to make up for the delay....Hope you like it!!! I think I'm getting pretty close to the end of this book tbh...we shall see!! Enjoy<3

John blinked awake, taking a moment to remember where he was before carefully extracting himself from his boyfriend's arms. Sherlock was still sleeping, so John quietly snuck out of the room, hoping he could throw together a quick breakfast before the boy woke up.

He made his way into the kitchen, making a mental note to put some wood on the fire once he was done with breakfast. They had come up to the family cabin for Sherlock's birthday, and John had forgotten how cold it could get at night.

He turned on the kettle and started some toast before moving to check the fire, trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't wake Sherlock.

Once the fire was going, he returned to the kitchen, hunting through the cupboards for a pair of mugs that weren't too chipped.

It had been nearly two weeks since Nan had mentioned John's plans for after school, and so far, he had managed to avoid the topic. Things were going so well with Sherlock, and something told him that informing his boyfriend that he was planning on running off to join the army once he was graduated would destroy that.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard his name, mumbled from the doorway of the kitchen.

Sherlock stood in the entrance, hair sticking out in various directions and a dark, angry-looking bruise on the side of his neck. The sheet from the bed was wrapped around his thin frame, making him look dishevelled and gorgeous and well-fucked. John grinned at the younger boy, opening his mouth to comment on Sherlock's appearance.

The toaster popped, startling them both. Sherlock yelped, his feet tangling in the sheet as he tried to stumble away. John watched in shock as the taller boy crashed to the ground, not able to process what was happening for several seconds.

There was a few moments of tense silence before John let out a loud snort of laughter, clutching at his sides and whimpering as his stomach started aching. Sherlock hid his face in the sheet, blushing and well on his way to a full-blown pout.

John finally managed to get his giggles under control, kneeling in front of his boyfriend and digging the lanky boy out from the folds of his sheet and pressing soft kisses to his nose and lips.

"Come one Love, I'm sorry I laughed at you." John nuzzled along Sherlock's cheekbone, gently pushing aside the sheet to uncover his torso, trailing gentle kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. "I'll make it up to you." Sherlock whimpered as John gently bit down on his collar bone, sucking another mark onto the pale skin there.

"J-John-"

"Hmm?"

"We- we're on t-the- the floor." John chuckled softly, moving back up to kiss his boyfriend deeply, pressing him back against the floor.

"So? No one else is here, I can have you here, on the table, over the arm of the sofa, wherever I want." John tugged the sheet off Sherlock's hips, sucking a dark mark into the skin of his neck as he pulled the other boy close.

Sherlock whimpered and tried to squirm away, pushing at John's shoulders gently.

"J-John-" John hesitated, pulling back slightly to give Sherlock some room to escape if he wanted to.

"You can say no Love, I don't want to push you-" Sherlock shook his head, blushing as he pressed a timid kiss to John's lips.

"N-No, I- I want to, just- just not on the floor." John laughed, kissing Sherlock deeply before pushing himself to his feet, pulling Sherlock along with him.

"Bedroom then?" John pulled Sherlock close and nuzzled against his jawline, pressing barely-there kisses against his skin. Sherlock shrugged timidly, his cheeks darkening as he avoided John's gaze.

John grinned, leaning up and catching his boyfriend's lips in a deep kiss. He stepped forward, crowding Sherlock back against the table. He gripped the back of Sherlock's thighs and lifted the taller boy onto the table, chuckling softly at the gasp that fell from Sherlock's lips.

"God, you're gorgeous like this Love." John mumbled, pressing wet, sucking kisses against the younger boy's neck. He felt Sherlock start to tremble as he finally freed the boy from his sheet, throwing the fabric onto the floor and moving his lips to mark his chest.

Sherlock squirmed against him, his fingers clinging to John's t-shirt and chest heaving as John gently bit down on one of his nipples, pulling a soft keen from the younger boy.

John shifted back slightly, running one of his hands along Sherlock's side and tracing the lines of his body, making him twitch and whimper.

"J-John- we- we don't- we n-need-" John smirked and dug into his pocket, revealing the packet of lubricant he had grabbed earlier. "Oh-" Sherlock's cheeks darkened and he smiled shyly up at John. "Y-You knew I'd- that we would-" John chuckled and shrugged, kissing him deeply as he ripped open the packet and slicked his fingers.

Since they had started this, it had become easier for Sherlock to relax and let John's fingers work him open. He was always tense in the beginning, his body resisting as John's first finger pressed in, gently easing him open.

Within minutes, Sherlock was whimpering loudly, his body relaxed and open as John teased his prostate.

John gently slipped his fingers out of his boyfriend's body, quickly pushing his pyjama trousers down and spreading some slick over his own throbbing erection. He leaned down, kissing Sherlock tenderly and threading his fingers through the boy's curls.

"Ready Tiny Dancer?" He whispered, lining himself up and gently pressing in as Sherlock nodded.

He loved watching Sherlock's face as he entered him, seeing the different emotions pass over the younger boy's face making his heart swell with love.

He paused once he was fully seated, pressing soft kisses to Sherlock's lips and face as he let the boy adjust. He pulled back slightly when he heard Sherlock sniffle, concern flooding him when he saw the tears in his boyfriend's eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong Love?" Sherlock shook his head, smiling shakily up at John.

"I love you John." The tremor in Sherlock's voice told John more than any words could have.

Sherlock knew, he knew as well as John did that they were loving on borrowed time.

"I love you too Tiny Dancer." John pulled his hips back, gently slipping out a few inches and pressing back in.

It was soft, tender, and loving. John made sure to put every ounce of emotion and love into every movement, every kiss, every touch.

He memorized every emotion that crossed Sherlock's face, cataloguing every sound as the younger boy came, spilling between them just before John pulled out and added his own mess to Sherlock's.

They spent the day curled together on the sofa, watching movies and not talking about the future.

Later that night, when John was about to suggest heading to bed, Sherlock spoke, his voice soft and sad.

"I got a scholarship for The Julliard School of Dance. If I accept I will be moving to New York in September." John felt cold fingers grip his heart as Sherlock's words registered. "You're going into the army, aren't you?" John drew in a shaky breath, nodding silently and pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend's hair. "We're going to be okay, right John?" Sherlock sounded so scared, his voice small and shaky, breaking John's heart as he shifted, pulling the other boy up for a soft kiss.

"I'm so proud of you Tiny Dancer." John whispered, smiling proudly at his boyfriend. "And I love you so much. We're going to be fine Babe, promise. I'm not going to let you go that easily." Sherlock nodded, his eyes uncertain but hopeful. "Happy birthday Love."

"I love you John."

"I love you too, Tiny Dancer."