Chapter One:
[Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, John Watson or any of the Sherlock Holmes novels. All characters go to their respected owners.]
The room seemed to stop as did time itself as a shudder when through John's body. The name.. Oh God that name that left his lips had been on it a lot lately, whether on a case, at work, or even during er... private times. It would either come out as a yell for said person to stop whatever the hell he was doing, a growl signaling that he was yet again perturbed about the night before, or now.. as John felt the effect his orgasm had on him.
'Sherlock. Dammit it's always Sherlock.' He thought to himself after cleaning up the mess he had made. He couldn't, for the life of him, think of why that name would come up during such odd times. No.. he could think of a reason but wouldn't admit it. No! He was, by no means, attracted to his flat mate.
He grabbed his clothes and a jumper before making his way to the bathroom. The hot water running over his body felt good, like it was rinsing of the sin and disgust he felt. Not for his flat mate but for himself. For having those thoughts and enjoying them. The ones of Sherlock being nervous and confessing his love for him, which would by no means ever happen, after all this was Sherlock. He was A-Sexual.
There were ones where he confessed his love to Sherlock who, in turn, told him that he too had an attraction for him. Sherlock would be wide-eyed for a split second before the kissing initiated and after that was the intimacy. Oh God the sex was generally always amazing. God when he would wank off he would be sure to get his hand just a bit tighter than normal to simulate Sherlock's virgin hole.
But the ones he was ashamed of most were the ones he had just wanked off to. The ones where neither confessed love and John had taken what he wanted. Sherlock would beg for him to stop at first before begging for more. He would say his name over and over that John was certain he could never forget his name.