"jooooohn, 'm bored"
"Entertain yourself then"
"With what?"
"I dunno, preferably something that won't include me in any way"
John was busy typing up their last case on their blog and was made alert by the sound of a zipper going down.
"What are you doing!?" John said frantically, looking over his laptop at the detective
Sherlock had already gotten out his prick when he gave a breathy moan and replied;
"I'm entertaining myself with something that does not include y-"
"I didn't mean anything like... like, that!" John cut him off. Sherlock just ignored him and kept on stroking himself to full hardness, eyes closed and panting slightly. John couldn't help but stare, how could his flatmate be so, so oblivious to the fact that masturbating was something you did in private... BY YOURSELF!
The blogger just sighed and absent-mindedly, started palming himself through his already too tight jeans. Damn the detective doing this was a sexy sight. Sherlock opened an eye to watch John and smirked. 'He tells me not to do it, and then he starts doing it himself.' He gave a quite chuckle and closed his eye again, drowning in the feeling of pleasure, both from what he he was doing to himself, but the sudden images that appeared in his head. The images of his flatmate, fucking him to oblivion over the kitchen table.
John's breathing was ragged, sweat beading on his forehead and he was so close to his goal, all the air was escaping his lungs. Despite this though, he managed to speak. "didn't know you were into exhibitionism Mr Holmes" He just got a load moan in response. God this creature in front of him was beautiful, he had unbuttoned his shirt now, showing off his subtle but strong muscle. God that shirt was sexy hanging off his shoulders like that. The purple shirt of sex they had nicknamed it. Sherlock was close now, his breathing had gotten faster and his fist was moving unison to each breath. Suddenly, white hot pleasure burst through his body, like a balloon popping and he came, the milky white fluid poring over his hand and onto his shirt. It only took John a few more hard strokes of his fist before he was coming all over his hand and jumper. They both sat the, panting, riding out their orgasms.
"Next time, we will do that to each other..." John cut through the silence
"There's a next time?" Sherlock lightened up, a cocky smile spreading across his face.
John knew that look. "How about we take this into the shower?" He questioned.
"Yes sir!" Sherlock added a weak salute and made John laugh.
The thought of them getting each other off- even better than that- fucking in the shower, made Sherlock half hard again. John just laughed and got up, closing his laptop. Legs feeling like jelly, Sherlock followed him to the bathroom. Another round.
He might not be bored after all.
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"ANTHEA" Mycroft shouted
"Yes sir?" She entered the elder Holmes' office.
"Direct all future footage of my brothers household onto my personal feed, will you"
"yes sir" Anthea replied obediently and left, closing the office door behind her.
Mycroft was still blushing a deep scarlet colour after what he had just watched. "Nobody must ever see this." He muttered to himself. "Nobody" He closed his computer and started planning out a visit to Sherlock, this was going to be awkward...
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