Ties are cool !
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except some underestimated characters.
Chapter 1: A daily routine
Like every mornings Sherlock Holmes had set an alarm to be sure he'll be ready to 7h45. And like every mornings, the alarm rang in an empty room because like every mornings Sherlock had been up before the final countdown, ready to watch for his morning enigma.
Like every mornings, John Watson, Sherlock's roommate stepped in the sitting room, at precisely 8 o'clock, his military intern watch allowing him so. He bade good morning to Sherlock and made himself comfortable to eat his breakfast. At the exact time his body leaned on his chair, Sherlock entertainment began as like every morning John began to feed himself.
Like every mornings John took his single black, sugarless cup of coffee and his self permitted "sweet" of the day, a blueberry pancake. He slowly inhaled his coffee scent closing his eyes enjoying the thrill of his deep black wonderfully rich coffee laying on his tongue. He, carefully, licked the precious drops that slid from his cup. And, finally drank his first mouthful of the divine beverage. In the same way, he softly took his knife and fork to cut the head slice of his marvelous sugar full soft killing pleasure. This very same slice asked her way through John's lips, and John quickly allowed it, begging for some sweetness in his mouth. At the instant the pancake bite touched his tongue, freeing all contrasted tastes, John shivered from head to toes, eyes closed and head jerking back from happiness. This is how John's breakfast got on each morning, like this until the last slice of blueberry pancake disappeared, until the last drop of coffee was absorbed.
During John's orgasmic orgy, Sherlock was calmly sat on the couch, mouth slightly opened, observing every of his roommate's moves. Every breath John would take, Sherlock was watching him. And this little ritual was displayed every mornings since Sherlock seen it for the first time. On the first days of cohabitation, when Sherlock discovered John's routine, he was overwhelmed by an unknown feeling. John troubled by such a behavior had first asked him to join his breakfast but Sherlock only told him he didn't eat because it would slow him down. When John asked him why he was looking at him, Sherlock said it was and still is an experiment. Sherlock believed his lie since John was his biggest mystery; John would also be his biggest experiment.
So each morning, Sherlock and John shared somehow their breakfast, in their very unique way, without a word being spoken.
But today wasn't a usual day. Today John was upset and he needed… companionship.
Today John had had nightmares; nightmares that he thought were long gone and never see you again. He had seen all of those deaths which were terrifying him and danger didn't seem so attractive on this particular day. Moreover, his awful lack of love life was dragging him down, because he was so sure that he didn't have the right to be loved. How can he?
Despite his emotional state John was a soldier, and as a soldier he needed to show no fear facing danger, no weakness in life. And it was with this track of mind that John on the early morning sat on the couch of 221B Baker Street, right next to his roommate Sherlock Holmes. A shameful thought escaping him:
"Sherlock, I need you."