Hello. Much of this story is already written so suggestions are welcome, but may not all be edited in. However, I am open to all ideas and am in need of a title. This fic is co-written with another author who wishes to remain anonymous (I refuse to take all the credit) and the idea came through an omegle rp that we did together. Hope you enjoy!
Sherlock sighed as he walked along the streets, he was freezing cold but in a rough part of town like this if you put on a coat in public someone would steal it. He didn't like working the streets to get money, letting men fuck him to get enough cash to get to his next high but at the young age of seventeen it was all he knew how to do. It seemed like he wouldn't get any customers until he saw a shorter blonde man walk out of a bar. He hiked up his tight jeans which hid nothing to the imagination and looked at his thin slightly see through shirt before he walked up to the man, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled at him.
"Hey, how are you doing tonight?" He asked, he would get to the actual question of whether the man wanted his services or not but the guy looked like he wouldn't buy a prostitute for the night so he decided to play the friendly approach for a bit.
The blonde man looked the boy up and down and gave him a sort of confused smile. "Um, I'm good thanks. How about yourself?"
"So am I...it's a nice night," he said and smiled, "Though it's been pretty boring for me. Most nights I have lots of fun."
"I'm John" the man replied holding out a hand.
Looking the young boy up and down and for the first time noticing his see through shirt and use of the words 'most nights I have lots of fun' John decided the boy was most likely some kind of prostitute. Deep down he pitied him.
Sherlock shook his hand and smiled charmingly, "I'm Sherlock," he said and squeezed his hand, "God you're handsome...and you look sooooo strong," he gushed and rubbed John's arms.
John was gay and looking for some company, but he felt terribly about using this young boy.
"Look" he said "I get what your playing at and I'm sort of shocked to see someone so young and handsome doing this. Why don't you come over to my flat and I'll make you something to eat. It looks like you haven't eaten in days. You can spend the night if you want if you have no where to go." He gave the boy a reassuring smile.
Sherlock thought for a few minutes before he nodded and smiled, "Sounds good...though don't be surprised if I leave while you're sleeping," he said and took John's hand, "You're a doctor, aren't you?" he asked.
"I am actually yes. Just got out of the army. I was an army doctor." John smirked "So Sherlock... nice name." He began walking toward the street and he hailed a cab.
Sherlock smiled and licked his lips slightly, "Well thank you for serving our country," he said and bit his lips nervously, "If you're a doctor...could you check me out. Just quickly, haven't gotten a check up in almost two years."
John glanced back at Sherlock. "Of course... I have medical tools at my flat. Plenty of medicine too if you'll be needing it." They entered the cab and John politely told the cab driver. "221b please."
Sherlock grinned and nodded, "Thank you...I ummm...I got beat up last week and my chest has been hurting a lot since then," he said and frowned.
"Could be bruised ribs. I have some pain killers... are you alright? You don't think whoever did it would do it again do you?" John smirked and cracked his knuckles "I was in the army."
"It does hurt and some pain killers would be nice," he said and blushed as he saw John crack his knuckles, "Yeah they would but it was my fault. Bought some heroine and didn't use it right away. They beat me up and stole it," he mumbled, "Don't worry though. Most of the time I'm smart on the streets."
John looked at him sadly. "If you want my advice as a doctor... stay away from the drugs. They cause more problems rather than bury the pain."
"I would but it's not exactly easy," he mumbled and curled up a bit on the seat, "I'll be fine though...It's better than staying at home."
He reached out a hand and gently rubbed Sherlock's thigh reassuringly. "Here we are". John opened the door and pointed to his front door. "In ya go."
"You head up, I'll pay for the cab," he said as he got out of the car. He then slid into the driver's seat and kissed the driver and then got down on his knees to give the driver a blow job.
John reached over and grabbed Sherlock's collar, pulling him away from the driver before he could even think about unbuttoning the driver's pants. He tossed the driver well over the fair cost and half dragged Sherlock inside the building and up the stairs.
The cabbie glanced back disappointingly, but he took the money and drove away.
"Come on, it was the least I could do." he sighed "Whatever, less work for me."
"Is that how you get around London? Giving blowjobs to whatever cabbie you come across. You don't know if they have a STD or something." John tried to look stern, but he broke into a grin at the word blowjobs.
He laughed gently, "Pretty much...if you hadn't pulled me off I would've taken out a condom," he said as he pulled one out of his back pocket.
"Well alright I guess. Good." John strolled into the kitchen. "How 'bout a nice cuppa?"
He nodded and grinned, "Yes please, could I take a quick shower though? Haven't had one in a while..."
"Course."
John led Sherlock to the bathroom. He turned on the water for him the turned and looked around the room.
"Um yeah, so towels are in there and shampoo should already be in the shower." John looked at the scruff around the young boys chin. "Oh and I have razors if you need a wash."
He nodded and grinned at him, "Thanks," he said and kissed John's cheek.
Once John had left he had a quick shower. It took a while to clean the layers of dirt off his skin ,but he managed and then he got out. He got redressed and stuck his head out the door, "John...I don't know how to shave. I only started getting stubble last months."
A chuckle came from down the hall followed by John sticking his head in to peer at Sherlock. He strolled into the bathroom and took out the needed supplies. After thoroughly explaining, John sat in the small chair in the bathroom and looked up at the boy smiling.
"Well give it a go"
He shaved off the small amount of stubble he'd accumulated and did fairly well except he got a tiny cut along his jaw. He washed his face and smiled at John, "Much better. Thanks."
John walked over to examine Sherlock's work. "Ohhh very nice. Surgeon precision." He ran his thumb over the small cut. Seeing that it was nothing serious he asked "Hungry?"
Sherlock nodded quickly and grinned, "Starving actually," he said and smiled at John almost lovingly.
John headed into the kitchen and peered into the oven. "About five more minutes... I put in a roast while you were in the shower." John gestured to the couch, inviting Sherlock to sit. He sat down as well and opened his laptop.
He grinned and sat down close to John, "Thank you...you're so nice."
"Well I certainly try to be." John smiled at Sherlock. "You seem like a nice kid too." He looked back to his laptop and pulled up a mystery game. 'Like solving mysteries?"
He grinned and seemed to perk up, "Love too," he said and stared at the screen as he started to play.
John grinned and chuckled at Sherlock's excitement. Looking back at the game he frowned. "How did... I've been playing that level for months and you beat it in under a minute. You're bloody fantastic! ...amazing" John grinned and gave Sherlock a loving rub on the back.
Sherlock grinned and then proceeded to beat the next five levels in ten minutes, "Well I didn't become prostitute because I was stupid," he said with a small laugh, "In fact I was considered a genius before I ran away from home."
John's smile turned to a frown. He looked at Sherlock with pity in his eyes, before getting up. He returned moments later with a pile full of meat and vegetables for Sherlock. He handed the plate to him, exchanging for the laptop.
"Eat up." he said with the smile returning to his face.
He quickly ate all the food and a bit of colour started to return to his cheeks, "It was very good," he said and thanked John.
"Thanks. It was my mum's recipe." John smiled reminiscing for a moment then stopped hoping it wouldn't bother Sherlock since he most likely didn't have a very loving mother. "Ready for that check up now?" John grabbed a few supplies before returning to the couch.
He nodded and quickly stripped down to his underwear. He smiled gently, "It's alright to talk about your mum...mine loved me very much. It was the rest of my family that drove me away. Mostly my father."
John nodded then lost his train of thought as he stared at the boy. Sherlock was extremely handsome and it made John aroused to see him. He let out a cough and proceeded to listen to Sherlock's heart beat and check his pulse.
"Seems normal." He checked out his ribs to find they were barely bruised, perhaps painful, but he would be fine.
Sherlock let out a relieved sigh and hugged John tightly, "Thank you," he said and grinned, "You're the kindest man I've ever met Captain Watson," he said and winked.
John smiled and gave Sherlock a squeeze back, before checking his watch. "It's getting late..."
He took Sherlock's hand and led him to the bedroom. He grabbed an extra pillow before walking back to Sherlock. "There's only one bedroom so go ahead. I'll be on the couch."
He nodded slightly and smiled before he quickly jumped onto the bed, "Goodnight," he mumbled before falling asleep.
John stood at the door a moment and watched the sleeping Sherlock before he headed to the couch. He didn't sleep though. Memories of the war often caused him to wake screaming and he didn't want to bother Sherlock. However, drowsiness filled him and he dozed off. Moments later he awoke screaming.
Sherlock bolted out of bed and went into the kitchen. He took a sharp knife and gripped it tightly as he went to where the couch was. He turned on the lights and when he saw that there was only John he let out a relieved sigh and put down his knife. He went to John and sat next to him, he had deduced that the man had PTSD so he just held his hand out. Knowing that John might not want want to be touched but Sherlock wanted to offer his comfort.
"...sorry..." John tried to curl away, but he saw that Sherlock wanted to help. He turned back and took his hand. "Thanks..."
Sherlock smiled gently, "No problem. You fed me and let me have a shower...the least I can do is hold your hand," he said and squeezed John's hand, "Haven't been home long, have you?"
"No... the thing is I was wounded in action. I came home early...I didn't want to leave, but they made me. I miss it sometimes."
John removed his jumper, showing Sherlock the shot to his shoulder. "and when I said thanks I meant for being brave. You had a knife and were prepared to defend me if something was happening." John smirked. "Yep the soldier's attacked and the scrawny prostitute with the huge brain would save him... makes sense" he said jokingly.
Sherlock smiled gently and hugged John, "I may be scrawny but I took down a guy twice my size last month. I only get beat up when ten guys all try to attack me at once."
John pulled Sherlock closer. "My flat is your flat. If you ever need anything just come by."
John reached onto the cluttered desk, rummaged around for a moment, before pulling his hand away holding a key. "Here."
Sherlock stared at it and bit his lip, "I can't take that...you shouldn't trust people like me John," he said and frowned, "I'm just an untrustworthy slut and a junkie."
"No. You're a brilliant young man who might make a fantastic detective one day." John chuckled. "I trust you. You could have snuck out with all my painkillers by now if you wanted to. You haven't done anything that you didn't need to or anything that would make me not trust you."
Sherlock hesitantly took the key and smiled at John. He thought for a few seconds and then kissed John on the lips quickly, "Thank you..." he whispered as he hugged him.
John leaned back to kiss Sherlock again, harder. Midway through the kiss he pulled back. "Um sorry I don't know what came over me..." He glanced back up at Sherlock, staring at his lips longingly.
"Don't be," he said quickly and started to kiss him back roughly. He wrapped his arms around John's waist and held him close.
John allowed himself to enjoy the kiss and he loved the roughness. He placed a hand on Sherlock's hip and the other ran along his back, protectively.
After few minutes of making out Sherlock pulled his lips away, "Let's both sleep in your bed...that way I won't get as startled if you wake up screaming," he said quietly and smiled, "And so I can be there for you.
John bit his lips nervously then nodded, following Sherlock to the bedroom. He pulled John down into the bed with him and waited for John to fall asleep again before he fell asleep as well.