Slash Lemons
Sherlock/Watson
just for to fap off to
There was a dry spell in crime in London, it's only consulting detective was becoming restless. Sherlock Holmes, clad only in his trousers and missing his shirt. His ripped white torso reflecting the moonlight through the window, laid on the couch in a stupor of boredom.
Dr. John Watson, Sherlock's trusted friend, saw the danger that could lie in such a uneventful time. Sensing what Sherlock may do, John took all of Sherlock's stashes of cocaine and locked them away, keeping the key in his trouser pocket. Little did he know what that decision would spark between the two.
Whilst John was fast asleep, Sherlock strenuously pulled himself to his feet and violently climbed the stairs to Watson's bedchamber. He threw open the door with a rage. He ripped the covers off of John, who was awakened by the smashing of the door.
"Sherlock! Get a hold of yourself! What are you doing!" Watson yelled, rising from the grogginess of his deep slumber.
"Shut up!" was Sherlock's only response.
Sherlock, no longer himself, leapt onto Watson trying to retrieve the key. Watson, thrilled by this close contact with his roommate, retaliated.
There was a sound of tearing cloth. Watson grabbed the waistband of Sherlock's trousers just as he was leaping away. John was then graced by the sight of the fully unclothed Sherlock Holmes. This new sight of his very close friend made John realize that he only hungered for more. Watson then tackled Sherlock, but with entirely new intentions.
Sherlock's rage erupted into powerful lust for John. He welcomed this tackle and returned the new enthusiasm. Clothes were a thing of the past, as was what they called a friendship. Their two throbbing bodies longed to become one. What once was a conflict now had a new passion and goal.
Sherlock and John fully embraced. No part of their bodies was left untouched. John let his soft hands run across the hills and valleys of Sherlocks muscular abdomen, down towards his pulsating member. He began to shake with anticipation. Sherlock watched as the one person closest to him began to pleasure him as well. He moaned with delight and pulled him closer, letting his nails dig into the soft skin of John's back. John, waiting for this reassurance, lowered his head and fully submitted to the amazing Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock threw his head back and gasped, his raven curls becoming drenched with sweat. Watson's head moved faster and faster with Sherlock's moans of pleasure becoming louder and quicker. He gripped the headboard, his muscles standing out against his pale, glistening skin. With one final shout, Sherlock's body tensed as he quenched Watson's thirst.
"You think we're done here?" Watson asked with his eyes burning wickedly.
Sherlock had no response, but his crooked grin said everything.
Watson grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him with a wild passion. Sherlock arched his back, bending to the forceful will of the Dr. John Watson. Watson grabbed Sherlocks hips and pulled him into his torso. Sherlock could feel how aroused Watson truly was. Sherlock cried out as John began to thrust his hips. Sherlock felt the bone of John's hip rubbing up against his soft skin. The rhythm making the bedsprings scream in unison with Sherlock.
Watson's breathing became harder and harder. He pulled Sherlock in with ever thrust and soon, too soon, it was over.
Watson collapsed next to the panting figure of Sherlock. The covers drenched in sweat. Sherlock pulled him in and kissed him. One sweet kiss before drifting into a blissful sleep in each others arms.
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By: Lick Peckett 3