Chapter 3

[[Warning: This chapter has a nice masturbation scene. So if you no likey..You no ready… xoxo Hope you enjoy!]]

John stood motionless as he let the water wash away the dirt from his skin... He and his flat mate at just returned home after chasing, an art thief. They had followed him under bridges, through parks and up fire escapes. John rubbed his eyes roughly as the image of Sherlock's behind flashed in his mind. He hadn't meant to stare at it as they climbed the fire escape, it had just been there. And ever since then it was ingrained in the poor doctor's mind.

Sherlock had seemingly got back to normal. He was taking cases again and he wasn't constantly staring at John which gave John mixed feelings. On the one hand John had hated the attention, at any moment Sherlock could have figured out what John was thinking and that had scared him. However, on the other hand, it was unlike Sherlock to pay attention to any other human being if it was at all possible. So in a way John felt flattered that Sherlock had chosen him to eye stalk for a week. Still, over all John was more relieved at the consulting detective's behavior change.

But unknown to John, his friend was still observing him. When he decided to be more discreet he had thought it out thoroughly. He wanted to see how John was acting when they were on cases, especially since he had found out that John was having more than just friendly feelings toward him. Sherlock picked the easiest cases he could find out of the pile. It was a large pile, for most of the cases were pathetically easy. But he picked a case about a stolen jewel that was obviously the husband's gay lover (it took him less than 5 seconds to figure it out) and told John they must track down the thief.

Sherlock began to take pleasure in observing his friend. Now that he knew John's feelings, (at least the ones that were apparent) and now that his friend thought everything was "normal" again, he had free reign to add determining factors into his observations. Basically he was going to dangle himself in front of John like a piece of expensive salmon to a stray cat. He started with simple things like touching John's shoulder before entering the taxi. There was almost an immediate reaction in John's posture as it straightened up. As soon as Sherlock removed his hand John slunk into the back seat and slid over so Sherlock could get in. The whole situation happened in less than a few moments but it spoke volumes to Sherlock. It was things like this that made it even more apparent to Sherlock of how John viewed him.

John lifted his head and let the warm water run down his back now. He didn't know where Sherlock was, but that didn't stop him. John lowered his hands from their place on his head and slowly reached down. He held himself in his calloused hand and slowly began to stroke his member. He wasn't really thinking or trying to think. He desperately tried to clear him mind. Just focus on the feeling. He told himself. Unfortunately he didn't want to listen to that advice as his mind slowly wandered toward the image of a fire escape and then….

"Dammit." John cursed as he stopped himself from going any further. He couldn't think about his flat mate…His friend…While he…John looked down in dismay… He was hard as a rock…Just the thought of his bum and John was already hard… He sighed…

Sherlock was never really that interested in sex. There had been no real need for it in his daily life. And even if there had been a need Sherlock simply did it himself. Why involve another person in what he could do much more efficiently. But John on the other hand seemed to need it quite often, from how many girlfriends he had had since Sherlock had met him… Sherlock listened carefully at the bathroom door. Sherlock could tell by the frustrated grunts and other various noises that John was relieving himself of some sexual tension that he had been harboring for a while. Sherlock normally wouldn't take this into any account, but John peaked his interest in Sherlock. Maybe John had had so many girlfriend's because he was trying to avoid the fact that he had other feelings for Sherlock, feelings that John didn't want to face just yet.

John grunted again as he gripped tighter on his cock. Images of Sherlock rushed through his mind, Sherlock smiling, frowning, thinking, with his eyes shut peacefully as he lay on the sofa his hands together in front of his pursed lips. Sherlock standing incredibly close to him on number of occasions as he deduced a crime scene. It was almost too much for John as he pumped his fist harder around himself. Thrusting with each image of his friend. Then John thought of the moment when Sherlock asked him if there was something on his mind. It might have been a simple moment, where John had been watching Sherlock. He had watched carefully as Sherlock picked up his cup and began to sip. The evening light was filling the room through the window behind his friend, almost giving Sherlock an unearthly glow. John jerked forward in the shower. When Sherlock had looked at him over his cup John had almost lost it he had almost got up and- John lurched forward in one last spasm as he emptied himself into his palm. He slumped forward a bit using the wall of the shower as support. Slowly his cheeks turned hot and John felt shame that he had just wanked off to the image of his best friend. But as he wrapped the towel around him he felt lighter than when he had got into the shower with all that dirt clogging him up.