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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes_&_John_Watson, Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_John, Omega_Sherlock, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, Smut
  Series:
      Part 1 of Actually_written_by_xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-11 Words: 3905
****** Lucky Me ******
by Experiment1776, xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX
Summary
     John is a homeless Alpha and Sherlock decides to bring him home with
     him. John is conflicted at first, but gives into Sherlock.
Notes
     Yeah, I don't know what AO3 has against me, but Everytime I post
     something on my account, it gets deleted, so I'm using my
     girlfriend's account. Here's some smut I found in Google docs I had
     wrote. Enjoy.
     -xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX
John's POV
Following your nose could land you in a shit ton of trouble, or it could land
you in a rich family's massive home. Either way, you would find yourself
screwed. How could ending up in a rich family’s house screw you over? Well,
typically the family is consisted of two or more children, and the youngest is
almost always gorgeous who turns out to be an omega close to starting their
first heat. And you, you just happened to be a single Alpha. This is the
situation I found myself in.
“He's interesting, Mummy. Can he stay?”
I looked at the fifteen year old boy who dragged me all the way to his posh
home to meet his posh family. He had bouncy brunette curls, a sharp face and
even sharper blue eyes. Young. Gorgeous. Very smart. Virgin. Things my cock
wanted in an omega. But did my head want? No because young omegas are against
the law, but how could I argue with my cock?
“What do you do?” Mr. Holmes asked me.
I turned my attention to the man in front of me. “I was an army doctor. None of
the clinics will take me. I'm over qualified.”
Mrs. Holmes leaned over to whisper to her husband. I politely looked away,
towards the eldest Holmes brother. He was just as attractive as his younger
brother, eyes similar in color, but his hair was a bright ginger compared to
his dark haired brother, who was staring at my neck. I scratched at my beard. I
need to shave, but I didn't own a razor.
The young boy--Sherlock--reached up and was touching my fucking beard. He
traced along my jaw, grabbed on to the hair on my chin and pulled. I jerked my
head forward to keep him from pulling, following wherever he tried to pull my
hair. He finally caught me off guard and managed to get a good hard tug on my
beard. I couldn't stop the soft moan I let out, swatting the kid's hand away.
“Don't do that!” I huffed, shifting in my seat at the table.
“Erogenous,” he muttered. “Fascinating.”
“Dr. Watson,” said Mr. Holmes, clearing his throat.
“Yes, Sir?”
“If I may ask, would you like to stay and help tend to my youngest son? He
tends to find himself in peculiar situations. We’ll, of course, pay you
reasonably.”
Oh, how could this situation get worse? “Yes, sir, I can. It's no problem at
all.” Oh, God. Why do I allow myself to be in these situations? I smiled
politely, reached over the table to shake his hand, the whole time being eyed
by the oldest Holmes brother. Sherlock was still studying me.
“Our guest bedroom is an office as of right now, but we'll get it situated. For
now you can sleep in the boys’ room.”
Great.
***
Sherlock’s POV
 
Captain John Watson. Scruffy Captain John Watson. Doctor John Watson. Alpha
John Watson.  Late thirties, early forties. Skin a rich tan from the desert
sun. Thick muscles from his years in the military. Greying blonde hair and
dark, coarse brunette/ginger beard. He was the best find during my travels
through the homeless underground network.
And Father found a use to keep him around. Excellent! Mummy and Father were
both human, heterozygous for the the alpha/beta/omega gene. I just happened to
be that 25%. Being an omega wasn't quite that bad yet. Mycroft was human just
like our parents, the lucky prick. I was quickly approaching my first heat, and
had no one to help me through it.
Except now I had Doctor Watson, glorified alpha. He didnt seem to be too
thrilled about ‘caring’ for me, but it's better than being on the street.
Mummy told me to show John to my bedroom. “I didn't expect them to allow you to
stay,” I said. “Anything I think is interesting, I'm told to put it back where
I found it.” I pushed open the door and walked in.
“Lucky me,” he muttered.
I wonder if I can make him like me. I sat on my bed and pointed to the one on
the other side of my room. “There's the bed you'll be sleeping in. Mycroft
moved out a year ago.”
“Alright, so what's going through your head?” John demanded suddenly, sitting
down.
I looked over him.”What do you mean?”
“You knew. You knew I'm an alpha, and you knew your first heat would be soon.
What the hell were you thinking, kid!”
I shrugged, getting up and going to the closet. I had no idea, really. I didn't
think my parents would actually let me keep him. I hid myself in my clothes.
What was I thinking? John seemed a good man. I didn't want to get him arrested.
I rubbed my temples. Stupid. Stupid!
“I can arrange for Father to change his mind. It was very stupid of me to--”
“Shut up, Kid. Shut up. I'll be fine,” he grumbled, toeing his shoe off and
stretching across the bed.
***
Four days later my heat started. Everyone was away, save for John, who was more
like a daily caretaker than a once in a while doctor. He stayed far away from
our shared room, opting for staying downstairs. Every so often, he came in to
check on me, each time he'd stay longer and longer. At this point, I hated my
genetic code.
Jesus fuck, this was horrible, this burning need to be stretched and filled.
Fucking horrible. It was nearing dark when John came back with a refilled glass
of water. He sat on my bed, putting his hand on my heated rear. He pushed my
naked, sweat slick body into his lap.
“This'll only give you temporary relief,” he said.
Any relief was good for me. I allowed him to maneuver me into whatever position
he wanted me to be in.
“Spread your legs and show me your hole,” he ordered in a professional tone,
though his words made me shudder and spread my legs like I was told. He groaned
softly and tensed underneath me. He muttered a few curses under his breath.
“Dammit, Sherlock.”
His fingers stroked down my spine. “Relax.”
One hand stroked my back, the other rested on my arse, squeezing methodically.
I couldn't help but relax in his lap. John's fingers were thick, come to find
out when he coated them with the natural lube I produced. Without warning, he
pushed in one thick finger. It burned in the most wonderful of ways. I moaned.
This is what I needed, and I was eager for more. Warmth was pulsing constantly
through my veins. I opened up for more, clawing at my worn bedsheets as I
gasped for more. I wasn't sure if John was just good, or if it was because this
was my first time being fingered open. I was squirming constantly, rutting
against the rough material of his jeans. It all felt amazing. When the second
and third finger went in, I was seeing stars.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!”  I called out, back arching, but John curved it back down.
“There we go,” he purred. “That's what I like to hear.”
John was hitting my prostate each time he thrust his fingers in. It was like a
liquid fire had been injected into my veins, surging straight down to my toes.
My entire body was hot, and my stomach twisted in an unfamiliar way, like I was
nervous, but I was far from that. It was like a knot was tightening in my
stomach, tighter, tighter, tighter.
" John, John, John, John, John!” I shouted as that knot in my stomach untied,
and my very first orgasm coursed through my body.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I just barely heard John groan. His fingers slipped out
and he eased me on my bed, made me drink water.
And then he was gone.
***
John's POV
I stumbled out of the bedroom, smelling much like a temporarily satisfied young
omega. There was a wet spot on my jeans, hot liquid that was starting to cool.
My fingers were still wet and I wiped them on my jeans. I closed the door and
sat outside the door.
I leaned against the wall. Fuck. My cock throbbed painfully, my entire body hot
with the need to claim Sherlock. I should have told Mr. Holmes ‘no’.
There were footsteps on the stairway. Speak of the devil… I tried to calm down
before he saw me, but naturally, I failed miserably.
“Dr. Watson?” he asked me. “Are you well?”
I let out a humourless chuckle. “No, sir. No, I am not. Your boy is an omega,
currently in heat, sir.”
“And this is a problem--”
“Because I am a single forty year old alpha.” I stood. “I apologize. I must
take my leave ‘fore I find myself with a life sentence. I thank you for your
kindness.” I gave him a curt nod before I shouldered past him.
“Dr. Watson. Where are you going to go?”
I stopped. Oh, God, please don't guilt trip me. I sighed. “Back where he found
me. I'm very capable of surviving on the street, sir.”
“As much as that is true, are you truly willing to let the boy suffer through
alone?”
There it was. I knew it was coming. I pointed back to the closed bedroom door.
“Your boy is fifteen. I'm old enough to be his fucking father!--Apologies.
Pardon my language, sir,” I apologized immediately after my outburst.
He nodded slowly, taking out his wallet. He pulled out a fifty pound note. He
raised his eyebrows and gave me a look. I licked my lips, looking between the
money and Sherlock’s bedroom door. Fine. “Make it three - fifty and you have a
deal.”
Mr. Holmes gave an exasperated sigh as he pulled out three hundred more pounds.
I took the money, counting it to be sure before I went into the bedroom,
closing the door behind me. Sherlock still lay in the same position I put him
before I walked out. I checked on him, made sure he was fine. I then opened up
the backpack I always carried with me and put the money in my wallet.
I was going to be stuck in this room for a week or more. I needed to stock up.
I padded down to the kitchen, filling a large pitcher with water and carried it
back up. I raided the cabinets for easy, quick snacks and brought them up too.
I closed the door and locked it. No need for anyone to come inside during this
time. I laid on my bed.
I was essentially waiting for Sherlock to wake from a new wave of need. It
wouldn't be long, seeing as this was his first heat. I sighed and closed my
eyes. Whimpering from the other side of the room made me roll over.
“John…” It was a breathless whisper, a quiet plea. My name pleaded was the most
beautiful thing this boy has ever said in my presence.  
I rolled off the bed, slipping into Sherlock's. “I'm here. The doctor's in.”
“This is bloody awful!” he groaned.
“I know. Did it flare up again?”
Sherlock looked up at me with bright blue eyes. “It’s ten times worse.”
I knew my fingers weren't going to satisfy him like his body wanted. The only
thing that would help now is for an Alpha (not me) to claim him (again, not
me). See this wouldn't be so bad if I were in my early twenties, but I'm not,
so he'll have to make due with them for now, even though my cock wanted nothing
more than to be buried in this gorgeous omega’s arse.
“Sherlock, love, calm down,” I murmured when he began to rut against the
sheets. I lifted his hips. “You'll hurt yourself like that.” I worked my jeans
open, gasping softly as I released my throbbing erection. I pushed my jeans
off.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Sherlock asked, and I could tell he suddenly got
nervous.
“It's okay. I'm going to let you frot against my leg. It'll be better than on
these sheets or on my jeans again. Keep your arse up, pretty boy.”
I coated my fingers in his slick, smearing it on my thigh. Once I was satisfied
with that, I lowered him across my lap. I encouraged him to rut against my
thigh.
“There we go.”
“John, you're hard,” he panted. “Can I---will you let me--?”
His hand shamelessly dipped into my pants, squeezing my leaking prick. I closed
my eyes and leaned my head against the wall.
“Sherlock,” I growled in warning.
He tugged on my pants this way and that in order to pull my rather thick, hot
and heavy cock through the opening at the front. He leaned in close, trembling
lips pressing against my ear. “Fuck me, John, please. You don't have to knot
me. Cum all over my back and arse, but please. Just fuck me.”
I groaned and my cock twitched. I could manage that couldn’t I? He was
desperate and in need, and I was being paid to care for the boy. I grabbed a
handful of those (surprisingly soft) dark curls. I gave a little tug and he
practically melted against me.
“Turn your pretty self around and present yourself.”
Sherlock had no problem turning around, sticking his plump, pale arse in the
air for me. Ah, fuck it. Fuck my better judgement. I'm gonna fuck this kid and
feel no shame in the game. I stripped the rest of my layers off, pressing my
chest to his hot, sweaty back.
“I'm not going to knot you, but you belong to me, and only me after tonight. Do
you understand me?” I said.
Sherlock shook underneath me.  “Yes, sir.”
I leaned back to spread his arse cheeks, admiring his slick, pink hole. I
slipped in two fingers to make sure he was loose enough to take my large size.
The omega was tiny compared to my cock, like what you'd see on a porn website.
I added a third finger to be sure. All three were easy, but I was bigger than
my three fingers.
“Stay relaxed and loose, gorgeous. Let me do all the work.” I pressed his head
into the mattress in order to see his back dip beautifully. I pulled out my
fingers and replaced with the head of my cock. I rolled my hips, sliding my
length through his slick. I rubbed the rim of his hole gently, using my thumb
to guide the plump head inside. I watched my cock disappear inch by inch into
my  needy little omega, the rim stretched wide around me.
Sherlock released moan after delicious moan until I was fully sheathed, balls
pressed flush against his pretty arse. I held his hips, eased out until just
the tip was in. I pressed back into his tight heat, slow and steady. Long,
beautiful moans were drawn from his perfect mouth. The sounds this boy made
were deep for his age nearing a deep, rich baritone. My hand slid up into his
hair, pulled and made his back arch.
Sherlock’s mouth was slack. I pulled out to the tip, pushed back in slow and
easy, allowing him to feel every inch of my thick cock, let him feel it throb
inside of him. The omega was absolutely  beautiful.  Pale skin marred by small,
dark scars, leading up to dark curly hair, the prettiest pale blue eyes, and a
perfect, pink mouth that would look good stuffed full with my prick. God.
Fucking  gorgeous . I set an easy pace for the young omega. He gripped the
bedsheets, tightened around me briefly before he relaxed, settled down more.
“John, the heat--more. I need more. Harder, faster, now,  please!”  he moaned
desperately, hips moving back against me.
I damn sure wasn’t going to disappoint. I took both of his arms and crossed
them behind his back, using them to pull his entire body back when I thrust in.
Fuck, if I didn’t hold it together, I would cum too early, and I sure as hell
didn’t want that. Not yet. Sherlock needed hard and fast, and that’s what I was
giving him. I felt sweat drip down my back. Sherlock tried to reach for my arm.
I look at his nails made me decide that let him grip my arm was not a good
idea. I’d look like I got in a fight with a cat by the end of the night. I
shifted my angle a bit, Sherlock shouting out loudly, body jerking. Bingo! I
hit home.
“Right there?” I purred, keeping the angle, thrusting as hard as could.
My little omega was sobbing, but if it weren’t for the moans and pleas and
cries of  yes!  I would have stopped to make sure he was okay. His words were
slurred, which I was lucky I spoke slurred.
“ ‘M gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum!” he shouted in cursive.
I rolled him over, wanting to watch that pretty face when he came. His eyes
were closed tight, an arm coming up to cover his face. I uncovered his face.
One more thrust and he tightened around me, and I knew that was my moment to
pull out. I watched him cum in thick stripes over his stomach and chest, back
arched high off the bed, hips jerking until his orgasm was over, panting
harshly, all the while I fucked my fist, knot swelling, and then I was spilling
my own seed over this boy, adding to the mess on his pale body. I panted and
sat back, stretching and massaging Sherlock’s muscles in order to help his body
relax faster. I got off his bed, searching for my jeans.His slender hand,
reached out, held on weakly to my leg.
“Don’t leave me alone again,” he murmured tiredly.
I bent down to put my hand on his forehead, thumb wiping sweat from his brow. “
‘M not going anywhere. But we are about to get you a cool bath.”
“Can’t feel my legs.”
“Thank you,” I chuckled, slipping on my jeans. I buttoned and zipped up, going
over to the bed to pick up Sherlock, who lay limp in my arms. I unlocked and
opened the door, and I was met by Mycroft leaning oh-so casually against the
door.
“This is illegal,” he said simply.
“Oh, yeah. Like I didn’t give a thought, but hey. This is what I’m being paid
for. Pardon me. I was just going to give him a bath.” He stayed in place. “I
could break every single bone in your body while naming them and then put you
back together.”
Mycroft moved then. Sherlock turned his head. “Mycie, ‘m fine,” he yawned.
“Leave ‘im ‘lone.”
How sweet. Ugh. I carried him down the hall to the bathroom, propping him
against the wall. I went back to close and lock the door. I started up the
shower, whistling softly. It was one of those shiney tubs with no doors, the
shower head hanging from the ceiling over the tub. It was nice. I’ve never seen
one in person. The tub was ridiculously wide, probably to compensate for not
having any doors to keep water off the floor. I looked at the boy on the floor.
He was nearly asleep. I put two wash cloths over the side of the tub before I
went over to Sherlock.
“Sherlock,” I said, snapping my fingers by his ear. He opened his eyes wide
before the narrowed back into slits as he dozed back off. “Sherlock,” I
repeated, snapping again.
“Mm. Yeah?”
“Wake up, darling. Shower time.”
“Why now?” he whined.
I dropped my jeans, kicking them far away from the tub. I picked up my sleepy
omega. “Because, semen is going to dry and crust up and you’re going to feel
yucky and gross.”
He didn’t argue with me there. I stepped into the tub underneath the spray. I
sat down in the tub. He groaned and tried to wipe his eyes. “Fucking hate this
shower,” he groaned.
I, on the contrary, very much liked it. “Keep your eyes closed then. I’m about
to wash your hair.”
I picked up the shampoo in the corner behind me. I put a nice glob on top of
Sherlock’s moppy hair, quickly closing the bottle and thoroughly scrubbing
those thick, luscious curls. My fingers caught in a knot, the boy whining as I
pulled through it. Just as quick as I was lathering shampoo in his hair, it was
rinsing out. I hummed softly. He leaned forward a bit before settle back
against me. I scoffed softly, bathing him. I could smell my scent mixed with
his on his skin. It made me shudder. This beautiful little boy was all  mine .
Once he was thoroughly cleaned and rinsed, I washed off my body as well.
“John,” he said, pushing his curls out of his face. “Can we get out now. I want
to go back to bed.”
“Alright love. Alright. Let’s get you dried off.
***
Sherlock’s POV
John’s arms were tight around me as supported my weight as we walked back to
my-- our -- bedroom. I needed the support. My legs still felt like jello. My
arse was sore from the thorough fucking I had so desperately needed, and will
probably need again soon.
“Alright, let’s get some food and water in your system before your head flares
up again, though it should be quelled for awhile.”
I let go of him and collapsed on my bed. God, I’ve never been so exhausted
before. John opened up a box of goldfish. He told me to open my mouth, in which
I did. He tossed one into my mouth. I chewed slowly, watching him. He handed me
the pack then took off his dirty jeans. He sat down on his bed, stretching.
John had some gorgeous muscles. He was the definition of physical power. He was
slightly pudgy around his stomach, but he was still very much attractive.
“John, you don’t look like you’ve been on the streets for three years,” I said,
pouring some of the cracker into my mouth.
He looked up and smirked. “Thank you.”
“You’re well fed, well dressed.”
“I have a friend or two.” He shrugged.
I got up and stumbled my way over to him, climbing on top of him and draping
myself his compact body. I laid my head on his chest and ate my goldfish
quietly. I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, and for once, I let this
go. He reached up to comb his fingers through my hair  absentmindedly, humming.
I finished my goldfish and sat the box on the floor,  closing my eyes. John
rolled over,  pressing me into his naked body, my back to his chest. He kissed
and mouthed at the back of my neck, a shudder running down my body. He
chuckled. I heard him inhale. He hummed, and I couldn't help but smile. John
was definitely the best find. I reached back play with his beard.
“I could get used to having you around.”
“Well, it's not like you really have a choice now. You're mine, now.” John
kissed my neck.
I relaxed against him. I was perfectly okay with that.
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