Sherlock was in his 'mind palace.'He sat upright in the leather chair, his elbows on his knees, and his finger tips pushed together in front of his face. You couldn't bring him out of it, But, that didn't stop him from trying. He even tried cigarettes. Nope. But when his mind left the building, he got snippets of who he was. He learned that he was in rehab before they met, that's why he needed a flatmate, and why the police did a drugs bust, he learned that him and mycroft only *pretended* to hate each other. John needed a distraction, so he decided to try to break his thought process again. He went out and bought roses, but he ripped off all the petals. He sprinkled them from in front of Sherlock to the bathroom door. He took off his clothes, starting from the beginning of the hallway to the bathroom door. He started a shower, and got in. Then, he began to time him. Two minutes. That was expected, he didn't even know if this would work [twenty minutes that's all I'm giving him. I still need to do laundry] to his amazement, he heard the door open. He looked at the timer 5:34. He saw the shadow of a figure undressing on the other side of the curtain. Just the sight of the lean shadow made John hard. Sherlock stepped in. "You really thought that wouldn't bring me out of it, John? Very foolish indeed" he smirked, pinning the smaller man against the tile with his body. He started to kiss his neck. Leaving love bites along the way. When he started to nibble his ear, a hand grabbed johns cock. He jumped a tiny bit, his hips bucked against his hand. "Sherlock" his voice was barely a whisper. "Patience my dear Watson. Now. Let's play a game. If you deduce right, you'll get a reward immediately. wrong, and you'll receive a punishment later" he smirked. "My question is, try to deduce me right now, as I am." John couldn't move. He didn't know what to do. "Go on, don't be shy. Just give it your best shot" his hand tighten a bit, causing his hips to buck. "Train of thought, say it out loud, it might help" he teased. "Ummm, pupils dilated, heart beat increased. And a little shaky. I'm guessing you've got the his for me" he said slyly. Sherlocks eyes widen, then the corner of his mouth smiled "very good." He turned john around, so his stomach was against the wall. He inserted a finger into his entrance, then two. He moved them in a scissoring motion, stretching him out. He took out his fingers, and replaced them with his erect member. The size of it made John gasp. He started out antagonizingly slow. he started to increase speed, and grabbed john's cock, and stroked in time to his thrusts. John bucked his hips each time, making Sherlock hit his prostate each time. Sherlock was kissing john's back, leaving love bites and hickeys here and there. John started to pants and his thighs began to twitch. Sherlock knew he was close. Within seconds, Sherlock spilled his seed inside of john, which caused john to moan as his own orgasm washed through him. They each took a minute to catch their breath, then Sherlock picked john up and carried him to his bed, he climbed in and pulled the smaller man close to him. John couldn't remember the last time he had been this close this another person, emotionally or physically. He pondered how sherlock's mind worked, and dozed off to sleep
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