A few days had gone by and neither men had commented on Sherlock's earlier statement. John hadn't really had time to ponder about it since his symptoms seemed to be taking over, he had started to feel sexually frustrated and became embarrassed every time Sherlock picked up on it, hence the visible erection pressed against the inside of his trousers.
However that morning, it had gotten so bad if it wasn't for Sherlock's normal boring waves of information he felt he could cum right there in his own pants.
It was past midnight and Sherlock had let John sleep in his bedroom because the extra stairs were getting too much every day.
At about half past 1 in the morning, Sherlock was still awake, messing about with the Television, He heard John come out of his bedroom.
"Are you alright?" Came the usual question aimed at John every 5 minutes
"Yes I'm fine, I can't sleep, were just fighting for space."
Sherlock looked at Johns bump cautiously
"Watch telly with me for a bit if you want.." Sherlock offered
John smiled gratefully and sat down next to him, he groaned, sighed and rubbed his bump. He looked down at it, tapping it with his finger tips. He could feel his son move against the walls of his belly, kicking, wriggling about.
"Have you thought of any names?"
it suddenly occurred to John he was going to have to call his baby something... how on earth had he missed that out?
"Oh, well you know... not really no"
"I have always liked the sound of Hunter..." Sherlock suggested
"I don't think I could look at a tiny baby and call it Hunter Sherlock"
"It wont always be a tiny baby though John"
John smirked and sighed
"Yes, thankyou, Mr obvious"
They sat and watched late night telly for a bit before both drifting off next to each other.
Sherlock took in a deep breath and sighed loudly.
The vibration through the air from Sherlock's baritone vocal chords sent a shudder down Johns spine. He felt another wave of arousal flow over his body, he rolled his eyes, not again.
After fighting it for about 15 minutes, he couldn't hold off anymore
John lay his head down onto Sherlock's chest, he needed desperately to feel close to him. The vibrations that ran through Sherlock's chest with each breath were too much for him. He didn't even need to intervene with his genitalia, he could feel himself rising further towards the end. with a deep grunt and a groan from Sherlock in his sleep, it was too much. He saw stars as he started to ejaculate, he couldn't hide is moans of pleasure from escaping his lips.
"Shhch..Shherl..Sheerllochhh"
Sherlock stirred at the noise, he began to wake up grouchily soon realising the noise had come from John, he jumped straight into action fearing the worst
"I'm fine, I think I must have been dreaming" John explained hurriedly
John cringed at the uncomfortable feeling he know had between his legs.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"What... now?" Sherlock questioned, looking at the time
"Yes now" John replied almost sharply
Sherlock thought nothing of it, he was used to John having mixed up routines depending on how he felt, he decided not to question any further.
Once he was in the shower, John was left alone with his own thoughts. Ok, he thought to himself, what the hell was that ?!