It was hot. Hotter than most days that September. And for the unlucky inhabitants of 221B Baker Street, not only did they have to deal with the heat, but also the complaints of their favorite sociopath.
"Jawn! I'm bored!"
"Sherlock, I have told you not to call me that." John Watson rethought, yet again, his brilliant idea of moving in with Sherlock Holmes, the worlds only consulting detective. Though his life had become much more exciting and dangerous, it was more complicated than ever since he had come back from the war. "Perhaps if you put real clothes and went outside for a while you might work off your boredom."
"No, Jawn. I will just be bored outside. People are to easily deduced. I need a challenge. I need you."
John froze for a moment. Surely Sherlock didn't mean it sexualy. He just wanted to insult John for praise.
'But perhaps-' No. John pushed the thought away. Sherlock clearly stated when they first met that he was married to his work. Not interested in women or men.
'Neither are you, you idiot. That's why you're going out with Sarah tonight'
"Tell Sarah I said hello."
There was a hint of something in Sherlock's voice that John couldn't quite identify.
"How could you possibly know I'm going out tonight. I just walked down the stairs and your eyes haven't left the ceiling."
"You don't need to see to observe John."
John sighed. "Well then, explain. I know you're dying to."
"It was your pants. Obviously. When you walk, your pants rub together and create a noise. Normally the pants you wear- cotton - don't make quite a loud noise. But today you are wearing silk. Which do make a soft sound. Now I thought 'why would John be wearing silk if he is just going in to the clinic today,' unless you have plans. With a girl, clearly. 'How did you know it was a girl Sherlock?' Because, John, you are wearing cologne, which wouldn't make sense if you are going to work just to see sick people all day. So you obviously want to impress someone, someone you are going to see soon because what would be the point if you are going to get covered in the smell of sick, or if you were going to hang out with a male. I quickly deduced it was Sarah, who you have been seeing not quite so secretly the last month."
John was quiet for a few moments. "That was amazing. Absolutely fantastic."
"Yes. Thank you. But I'm still bored John. Couldn't I just have it for-"
"No," John cut him off "Ms. Hudson would have our heads if you put anymore bullets in her walls. Here, play with this." He pulled out a toy water gun from his jacket and tossed it to Sherlock's chest. "And maybe you could stay cool too."
He looked at it questioningly. "Why did you throw me a plastic gun?"
"You cannot be telling me you deleted toys from your 'mind palace?'" Sherlock continued to stare at him. "Give it here." Slowly he held it out to John. John walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap. Sherlock heard the water run but hadn't an idea what John was doing.
John walked back over and held up the toy. "Now you spray it. See." He pulled the toy's trigger and water sprayed Sherlock in the face. John had to suppress a smile at the look on Sherlocks face.
"If you don't mind now, I will be going. I have a date to get to, as you know."
"Goodnight Sarah. It was really nice to see you tonight." John kissed her on the cheek and turned away.
So much was going on in his head. Dinner, Sherlock, the heat, and Sarah. It was all just getting too complicated.
He sighed and thought back to the events of that night.
"John, I don't think that this relationship will work out. Are you even listening?"
"Hm, oh yes. What about our relationship?"
But John's mind was elsewhere. Mostly on a certain consulting detective he had left at home. He couldn't get the look Sherlock had given him before he left. Or those three words he had said.
"I need you."
John knew, of course, that he only wanted him there so that he wouldn't get bored. But John couldn't help but think about the other ways Sherlock could say it. Sherlock pushed against a wall, begging John to take him.
'Stop it John. You aren't gay.'
"John! This is what I mean. Maybe you should take me home."
He knew he had disappointed her, but he just didn't feel the same anymore. "Sherlock is a very lucky man John."
"I'm not gay." John mumbled. But even to him, it didn't sound very convincing.
John neared his flat and pulled out his keys. He had messed it up with Sarah, but for some reason, he didn't want to fix it. All he could think about was the way Sherlocks eyes had seemed to linger on him a second to long. But he was always staring at people.
"Surprise Jawn!"
Sherlock jumped from behind the door and proceeded to spray John with the water gun. He was so surprised that he didn't react for a moment. By the time he had managed to take the gun from Sherlock, he was soaked.
"Oops, guess you'll have to change."
"I am going to get you for this."
"I'd love to see you try Jawn."
And with that, Sherlock ran up the stairs, his dressing gown billowing out behind him.
John charged up the stairs and saw Sherlock standing in the middle of the living room.
"Come get me Jawn."
It could have been John's imagination, but he swore there was lust in Sherlock's voice. He lunged across the room and tackled Sherlock to the ground, narrowly missing his chair. They laid on the ground for a while, John on top of Sherlock, before John became aware of his pants tightening. The realization dawned on Sherlock and he shifted a bit, rubbing against John.
John tried holding back the groan, but it slipped past his lips.
"You did that on purpose."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
With that he flipped John over, surprising him with the unknown strength. Sherlock sat up on John and started rubbing his hips against his straining erection.
This time, John couldn't hold back the moan.
"Oh, Sherlock."
A smile spread over the detective's face. He continued grinding into John until he was sure John couldn't take it anymore.
He slid down to the doctors legs and slowly unzipped his trousers.
"Wait, Sherlock." His protests were feeble and easily ignored.
Sherlock pushed John's trousers and pants to his knees and he could finally get a good look at the doctor's nether regions.
"John, you're magnificent."
With that Sherlock lowered his head and licked up his shaft. He heard a loud moan from John and knew he was doing good.
He licked the head of John's erection and felt him shudder slightly beneath him. With that, he slid his lips on John and sucked slightly.
John was having a hard time composing himself. He didn't want to be too loud and wake Ms. Hudson, but what Sherlock was doing, god it felt good. He looked down at Sherlock, and heard another moan come out. Sherlock had half of his cock in his mouth and he was determined to get the other half.
He bobbed up and down on John, taking in a little more each time, until he finally had all of John in his mouth. He pulled his head back up slowly, running his tongue along the underside of John's erection.
There were non-stop moans coming from John, urging Sherlock on. So he lowered his head again, and continued to suck John off.
"Oh god Sherlock, I'm going to come."
His back arched up off the floor and he pushed himself further into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock swallowed everything John gave him, then licked him clean.
When he finished he looked up at John. His eyes were dilated and he had a layer of sweat covering him. Without another word, Sherlock jumped up and ran off towards his room, leaving John lying on the floor.
Thank you for reading! Suggestions are welcome, hopefully I can find time and write more chapters for this