Chapter 4.
John couldn't have been the only one to see that, to feel it. Jim had looked at him, with love. Love.
It was the first day of his new life and already the consulting criminal had fallen in love with John?
He padded towards the bathroom, as he heard muffled sounds coming from within. He slowly clicked the door open and peered in.
To his shock he saw Jim huddled in the corner, crying. John ran over, and put his arms around the tiny frail body. 'Jim? Is it me? What do you want me to do?!' He asked, panicking. This wasn't right. John preferred him when he was acting crazy, he had a look in his eyes that reassured John. Right here, right now, the light had gone from his eyes, yet they look on with a kind of hunger and it scared him.
Jim looked up, his eyes bleary with tears, and whispered 'nothing, nothing at all John. I was going to use you, to make you my sex toy, no strings attached, and as nice as that sounds I don't think things will pan out that way.' 'You see John... i seem to have fallen in love with you' he breathed. ' I already can't think about anyone harming you without wanting to skin them alive' Jims eyes went glassy, clearly thinking about the things he would do to anyone that hurt his John.
John looked at him, confused and worried. He leant in, and kissed away the tears that were now streaming down his face. 'I wish I could get rid of these thoughts for you too. I'd do anything for you to be happy' he whispered, resting his head on Jims.
'Oh and Jim?' He said, louder than was necessary.
'Yes, John?' He snuffled in response, finally making eye contact with him.
'I love you too' John said, feeling less awkward and embarrassed than he probably should have. It felt right, loving Jim. It didn't matter what he did for a living, he didn't care that he killed people, as long as he loved him.
Jim beamed, wiping away any tears left on his face. 'Now' he growled, standing up and composing himself. 'I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand for days'.
John laughed, quickly pulling down his trousers which he had put back on earlier. He bent over the bath and looked over his shoulder, licking his lips. 'Go ahead darling, right here, right now. A consulting criminal fucking the ex-assistant of the bloody Sherlock Holmes. What have we got to los-' John gasped as Jim filled him up, no preparation, only his natural lube. After John had got used to the burning sensation, he couldn't stop himself screaming ' fuck Jim, harder, harder'!
Jim leant in, aiming at johns prostate. After a few aims, he scored. 'OH FUCK JIM YES' he screamed as they came together, slowly dropping down into the bathroom floor because no matter how hard they tried, and despite how quick that was, it was perfect, and they couldn't stay vertical.