Author's note – Yeah we are at the second chapter already, that's pretty damn exciting. It's up really fast in my mind, considering I wrote this instead of my English essay... Yeah that's the way life goes sometimes. Review please.
Warning- I don't own Sherlock or any of the characters; every time I say that it hurts just a little bit more...
It had been a week since his toast case. An entire week of boring, and before that had been a small case which hadn't even been worth the time of leaving the apartment. So, in reality it had been a really long and extra boring month. He was beginning to think that nothing interesting happened in London anymore. That, of course was overdramatic but Sherlock still felt it was true.
He had begun to sleep for eight hours a day and eat two meals a day; he hadn`t had to do any serious thinking in quite awhile now. Everything was boring, even his experiments were boring him now! Shooting things didn`t make him any better either, because he always got an ear full from either Mrs. Hudson or John afterwards.
John, now he at least was as interesting as always, not that he was really interesting at all but at least he never failed to latter or support Sherlock. Plus, unlike his skull, John would talk back and ask questions, a lot of questions. It would always amuse him to learn that John could usually keep up with all the puzzles and clues, but had to be explained the smaller things like that on their last case.
At the least case he had gotten that the man killed the two women, but he needed an explanation of why he left them both a note. Sherlock had thought that was absolutely ridiculous; it was for the same reason he had killed them. He couldn't choose between them and then when they were dead, he couldn't stand being alone.
It was an unusually boring murder and even had a terribly boring reason behind it. Yet John had still managed to looks shocked as he usually did, he still complimented him. Sherlock had begun to wonder if he was doing cases now days because it kept him from being bored, or because John always followed him around and called him brilliant.
John was definitely the strangest creature that Sherlock had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sometimes he even wished that had met sooner in life, if he had had a partner like John, drugs have never even been an option. 'Well, cigarettes would have probably still have happened.' Sherlock noted. 'I wouldn't have done anything else though; not if John would stay up and worry for me.' That was all the reason he needed.
Over the months that they had been living together, Sherlock had realized many things about John. John always waited up for him when he went out at night. If he couldn't manage to stay awake, then Sherlock would find him asleep on the couch; usually in the spot Sherlock like to sleep. John was the most loyal person he had ever met and even seemed to resemble a puppy at some points.
That is why he was so confused when John told him he needed to get some fresh air at the crime scene last week. John had never left without him at a crime scene before; sure Sherlock had abandoned him a few times but never the other way around. Besides, Sherlock had stopped leaving him behind when he had come home a few times and saw the look on John's face.
It had been the same look that you would see on a puppy's face after it was kicked. There was up way a person could look at that face and note feel guilty, even Sherlock had felt bad.
That was the exact moment that Sherlock got an idea. He stood up, leaving the couch and his sheet behind with it. He went into his room to get dressed, for this was an experiment to be dressed for. If John was (at the moment) his source of entertainment; then Sherlock would simply maximize this. The plan was perfect, find out just how much John's behaviours were similar to that of a puppy.
Sherlock jumped up at the sound of John arriving home with the groceries, it had been two hours since he had decided to go through with the experiment and he couldn't help that feel excited. 'Here we go.' He thought with a smile on his face as he heard the door click open. When John got through the door, Sherlock took the bags from him and was quickly putting them away for him.
Sherlock could feel John's eyes on him, he was completely shocked. In fact, by the way he hadn't moved, Sherlock almost wanted to say John had gone into shock. After the food was put away, Sherlock walked back over and grabbed John's hand, pulling him along towards the couch. "Sit." Sherlock ordered and was very happy to see that John sat down without any hesitation.
Of course, Sherlock immediately frowned when he noticed John's tensed shoulder. That couldn't be good for it, especially when it still hurt on occasion. Sherlock walked around until he was directly behind where John was sitting on the couch. He placed his hands on John's upper back, and found himself displayed when John twitched away slightly. "You are to tense for your own good." He said, surprised with himself. Why did he even care?
Sherlock slowly put pressure on the tense muscles, massaging all of the sore places right out of John's shoulders. It was hard to believe that a person could be that stiff, then again John was a doctor and had been a solder. He rubbed small circles around John's neck, feeling him relax under his finger tips.
John groaned when Sherlock graced over the gunshot wound and Sherlock quickly decided that he really enjoyed that sound. He leaned forward into John's already abused space and whispered, "If we relocate to your room, I'll give you a full back massage. One that you'll never be able to forget."
Sherlock was already half was there when John started to follow him, whimpering all the way to his bedroom. It pleased him to see that John was indeed like a pet who wanted his master's attention. On the other hand, it angered him on how bad a shape John's muscles had been in. If he had only realized sooner then he probably could have done something.
Soon enough John was lying face down on his bed, with his shirt off and Sherlock hovering over him. Sherlock put his long fingers to work, put pressure and rubbing John's lower back. He smiled at the little gasps and deep breaths of air John had to take every thirty seconds, as he had to tell himself that he needed to breathe.
Another thing about this was that John's skin felt really good under his fingers. The way he relaxes completely tells Sherlock that John trusts him completely. It's no surprise that in under an hour, John is practically nothing but putty under Sherlock's skilled hands.
John moans again and Sherlock bites his lip because those sounds are starting to go from cute to exciting in his mind. It's time for the massage to be over; there isn't a tense bone in John's body at this point. Yet, Sherlock's hands are still roaming over John's back, not quite ready to leave it behind yet.
It doesn't last much longer though, because soon after that John falls asleep, lulled by Sherlock's touch and being stress free. Once Sherlock realized this, he jumped away and left John's room. Not before pulling up a blanket over John and turning off the light for him though. It was bound to be a cold night and John didn't need to catch a cold on top of his work load.
After Sherlock had left John, he went directly to his bedroom. For some reason or another, those sounds that John had been making had gone right down to his male anatomy. It was shocking, this had never occurred to him before except from a dream he had endured through. It was strange, he had considered himself asexual, but John had actually been able to turn him on.
He lay down on his bed and did something he never pictured himself doing; grabbed his cock and felt it over. He shed his pants and underwear quickly almost as though he were excited to try something new. He had masturbated before, but never with another person present in his mind.
Now images of John were dancing through his mind, seducing him into pulling harder and pleasuring himself more. It was over in a flash, as expect from someone who hadn't had realised in years. After it was done and Sherlock's breath had returned to normal; he calmly fell asleep.
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