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~Change~
Something was changing inside John.
He watched the way he moved, lithe and nimble as he scurried about the flat. Preparing for another one of his experiments, that John new would surely end with some dead body part sitting by his jam in the fridge.
Sherlock was standing in the kitchen in his favorite dressing gown and cotton pajama pants and no shirt. Which was very unusual for Sherlock, john knew that meant his flat mate needed to do some laundry. Typical Sherlock, but John wasn't complaining he sure loved the view, as his robe exposed different parts of his pale toned chest as he moved. John wanted to kiss him, lick him, love him. Watson's pants were slowly becoming tight. If Sherlock chose that moment to look over he would surely see John and his obvious excitement, but Holmes was innocently oblivious to it all.
John rose to go to the bathroom to take care of some apparent business. John closed the door with a soft click that inevitably caught Sherlock's attention.
Sherlock looked up to see that John was gone he stood still to listen to calculate exactly where john was. The bathroom he concluded. Holmes was about to get back to work, when he heard a low moan. He was instantly concerned that his flat mate was in pain. He put down the eye ball he was about to drop in acid and took off his gloves to was his hands.
Sherlock had raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard another moan, this time it didn't sound like pain it sounded like pleasure. This sound instantaneously awakened long repressed emotions and bodily functions inside Mr Sherlock Holmes, that he had deemed unimportant and distracting to his work. He felt himself gasp at the noise. Sherlock turned and leaned against the wall, a million and one thoughts were racing in his mind but the most prominent one was why was he aroused? It happened rarely but when it did he easily ignored it.
Something was changing inside of Sherlock.
John slowly stroked himself from base to tip all the while imagining Sherlock's dark head of curls bobbing up and down on his hardened cock. He picked up pace pumping quickly to his release. As John came he unintentionally said Sherlock's name.
Sherlock was still standing half slumped against the wall listening to Johns self pleasuring. The frequency of his moans and airy breaths indicated that he was close to his finish. Sherlock with is arms crossed and his head bent as he stared eyes half open at the bathroom door. When he heard something that he could have never imagined, something that made a chill run down his spine. John gave a low grunt and shuttered "ugh Sherlock" and Sherlock completely lost focus on reality which happens when Sherlock doesn't understand, and that has never happened.
John tidied himself up and washed his hands and opened the bathroom door he didn't immediately see Sherlock, but when he did stopped and stared slack jawed at his friend who was slumped with his arms crossed looking right in his eyes with one wicked stare. "uh Sherlock." John mumbled. "John" Sherlock breathed. "How long have you been standing there?" john stuttered. "A while." Sherlock replied.