Note: I don't own any of the characters from the Sherlock BBC television series, nor any of the characters created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. - I hope the Sherloc and Jon in this story are different enough so it is obvious that they are not our beloved Sherlock and John.

Trigger warning: please don't read if you find the following triggering, or are bothered by: touching without asking permission, attempts at emotional and sexual manipulation, disrespect.

Chapter 1: Obviously Not This Jon

"Hey, Loc, pass me the mustard," Jon asked over the kitchen table, his mouth full, chewing a hot dog.

Sherloc blinked at his flatmate. No "please", again. Noticing Jon's lack of basic manners he'd paid attention and checked whether he behaved like this also around other people, but, no, it was only around Sherloc, and only when the two of them were alone. Of course he'd mentioned that "please" and "thank you" were common courtesies, but there was no change.

He sighed, reached for the requested bottle, passed it. Why was he putting up with this? Yes, he had been looking for a flatmate, and initially Jon seemed quite suited, even helping him with cases, his medical expertise definitely an asset. But six weeks into their association he began to question the status quo.

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What had attracted Sherloc to Jon was that not only was he intelligent and a competent GP, he also found his well formed body pretty arousing to look at. Even though professionally he worked as a brilliant consulting detective, privately he had only had two relationships with men. They lasted two and five weeks, respectively. Both had ended when he'd refused to let them put their private parts into his anus, and they didn't want his in theirs.

Although Jon constantly sought the company of women, occasionally brought one-night-stands to 221B Bäcker Street - which Sherloc had explicitly asked him not to do - it was clear as daylight that Jon was really bisexual. His denial at Angelio's that he was interested in Sherloc was less than convincing, his long gazes and lip licking spoke otherwise.

Sherloc had felt flattered. As the weeks passed, not only did he find Jon intriguing and fascinating, but he also found himself increasingly sexually attracted to him. Apparently Jon noticed. He'd sit closer on the couch, touch Sherloc's hand or arm, or hip, especially in the kitchen. Sometimes he'd use an excuse to press against Sherloc physically. He never asked permission.

Two nights ago, in the kitchen, Sherloc thought he should set the record straight. "Jon, you know that I'm homosexual, right?"

"Yeah, I thought so. It's all okay. An orgasm's an orgasm. I don't care who I come with!"

Sherloc's eyebrows rose at the bluntness. It sounded careless indeed. Was Jon on a quest to have more sex in order to have more orgasms, or did he want a relationship, Sherlock wondered.

"What about love, having a relationship?" he asked, ever the romantic.

"Sex is having a 'loving' relationship, don't you think?" Jon winked at him.

They seemed to be interpreting the word "relationship" differently.

"What about you?" Jon moved closer. "Do you want to have sex with me? I bet you want to...," he said in a sultry voice, breathing hot on the side of Sherloc's neck and placing his hand on his crotch.

Sherloc hissed, then swallowed, as his erection grew. Tempting as Jon's suggestion was, he knew he was looking for a relationship, not only sex.

"Remove your hand from my crotch, Jon," he said firmly, adding, "Don't touch me in a sexual way again!"

Jon looked surprised and angry, indicating that he was hardly ever turned down. He gave Sherloc's hard penis a lingering squeeze before letting go.

"I'll get you begging yet, you'll see," he bit out, sounding like a trophy hunter planning to chase down his intended prey.

Sherloc retreated to his bedroom. Eventually he mentally gave in to temptation and masturbated allowing himself this one time to imagine hot sex with Jon.

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Jon did not try to touch Sherloc again after he had told him off. Following their earlier hot dog supper Sherloc had been called to have a look at a crime scene. He did feel relieved that Jon said he couldn't come along because he needed to rest for his shift the next day.

Less than ninety minutes later Sherloc was back. To his shock, entering the living room, he saw Jon kneeling in front of the couch, trousers and pants off, having intercourse with a naked woman sat with legs spread apart on said couch. Neither of them noticed him until he pointedly cleared his throat after five seconds.

Jon casually glanced over his shoulder. "Hey, Loc, didn't expect you back yet! Never mind... come join us! I really want you to try this pussy," he bent forward licked the woman's tit, at which she moaned loader. "Be a good boy! I'll fuck you afterwards real good..." He turned again, winked at Sherloc before focussing his attention back on the woman.

Sherloc cringed, could hardly believe he was hearing this. He was pretty sure Jon would not talk like this in front of a female he was romantically interested in, so this was a prostitute then! Having made up his mind, in a few strides he was by the couch, ignoring the woman, tapped Jon firmly on the shoulder.

"Your behavior and suggestions are unacceptable! I'm homosexual and will not have sex with a woman! - You are leaving! When I come back in two hours you and your belongings will be gone from this flat! If not, I will call Myckroft, and you will be removed very shortly after that!"

At the mention of Myckroft's name he saw Jon's face fall. In this case, he had to admit, it was good to have an influential, capable, big brother after all. With that he left the apartment. This was very likely the last time he saw Jon.

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When Sherloc returned exactly two hours later the prostitute and Jon were gone. He checked the bedroom upstairs. An open drawer here, dropped hangers there spoke of a hurried departure. He breathed a sigh of relief while simultaneously feeling a twinge of sadness that he was left without a flatmate.

Even though it was late already he made himself a cup of tea which he sipped sitting in his armchair. He'd give the couch a good wipe down with a disinfectant in the morning.

A warm eight minute shower calmed and relaxed him further. He retired to his bed, pulled the duvet snug around him. After the light was turned out he looked up in the dark at the ceiling for a while, hoping that somewhere on this planet or in this galaxy a suitable flatmate and/or life partner existed for him, because it was obviously not this Jon.