John got out of his trousers and shirt, taking his time. He had time now, after all. And he wanted this to feel perfect. He wanted to be relaxed for it. So he turned his laptop on, laid it on the one end of the bed and pillows on the other. As soon as his laptop had finished booting, John entered his password, sat down on the bed and started looking for whatever Sherlock had left for him. Maybe he had put it in 'videos'? Or in 'documents'? Or maybe the detective had tried to be funny and put it next to his porn, in 'family pictures'?
John started to panic when he couldn't find anything at once. What if Sherlock had just made fun of him and there wasn't actually anything there? Or it would be so hard to find that John would sit here all evening, not finding anything and his balls slowly turning blue?
But then the doctor realized that there was a new icon on his laptop, saying 'click me'. John huffed in relieve and shook his head at his own stupidity. "Hid in plain sight, didn't you, Sherlock?", he murmured. John clicked on the icon and his video player opened up. "YES!", he almost shouted, then giggled at himself. Really! Like a little boy at Christmas.
John leaned back on his pillows when the video started. The first thing he could see was Sherlock's face, as he was adjusting the camera, but that was soon replaced by the lower half of the detective's body. Sherlock was only dressed in tight, dark-grey boxers, which accentuated his light complexion. The detective lay down on the sofa and let one of his hands rest lightly on the rim of his pants, the other on his stomach.
John swallowed. Now he would see it. He would actually see his flatmate get off!
The detective started moving slowly, lifting his hips and then lying back again on the sofa. The bulge John had been staring at started to stir.
The doctor swallowed again and wished he had taken something to drink upstairs.
The stirring in Sherlock's pants was now more obvious and soon the detective was fully erect. He then lifted the rim of his boxers slightly...
John held his breath. But Sherlock had promised not to touch himself! Or would he?
But soon the reason of the detective's move became apparent, as his cock sprang free, but was at once covered by the boxers again. Now Sherlock's stiff penis pointed to the detective's face which had to improve the efficiency of Sherlock's moves. The angle of the camera hadn't allowed any view of Sherlock's cock, though. Darn those boxers!
The doctor remembered what he was watching the video for and pushed his hand into his pants. God, he was hard already. He leaned forward for a moment and checked the duration of the video. 8 minutes! He would never last that long!
The detective now increased the pace of his movements. His hands moved to his sides and grabbed the blanket lying under him.
John lay back again and enjoyed the show, moving the hand on his cock as slowly as possible.
Sherlock increased the pace even further and grabbed the sheet tighter. And God, his cock was big! Long and hard, slightly curved.
The doctor licked his lips. He was already leaking like mad and had only watched half of the video so far. But then he didn't really have to worry about coming first, this time. Even though he really wanted to watch Sherlock coming before finding his own release.
The detective was humping the air now in a mesmerizing rhythm. Up, down, up, down….
John gave up on suppressing his moans. This was when he realized that his laptop's sound was off. Did the video have any sound? The doctor's heart almost stopped at the thought. For a moment, he didn't even WANT to know for fear of fainting or suffering a heart attack. But then the second brain between his legs took over and he leaned forward again to press the right button.
And yes, there was sound! Oh, and what sound! The detective was moaning loudly, making John forget everything else around him. Sherlock's movements got more and more erratic and his moaning got louder. "Yes, John! Oh God, yes!"
His name! The detective was shouting HIS NAME!
Suddenly, the detective stiffened, moaning loudly, and then stilled. When he had lain back down, he lifted the rim of his pants with his right hand and pushed it slightly down, so that a trail of sperm and his now soft cock became visible.
At that, John shuddered and came. His moan was so loud, he was almost screaming. But it felt oh so good. "Sherlock," he murmured.
When he had his breath back, he realized that he had not only made it to the end of the video, but had also forgotten to move the hand on his prick. He was still hunched over his laptop and hadn't even lain back into his pillows. John had come in his pants, just like that.
The doctor leaned even closer to his laptop's screen and softly kissed the stomach of his flatmate on the screen. Now the video had ended, something seemed to be strange with it. It took John's orgasm-meddled brain a while to realize what it was: There was no sheet on the sofa this morning! Of course Sherlock could have removed it, but the sheet in itself was a bit strange, wasn't it? As the detective hadn't removed his boxers, there had been no mess to keep away from the sofa... He could have PLANNED to take his boxers off, which would be perfectly reasonable with any other human being, but Sherlock usually stuck to his plans. And then those boxers… They went too high up on the detective's body to fit under the trousers he had worn the other day. Maybe his shirt would make them invisible… but maybe not. It was impractical, at least. Did that mean he had put them on especially for the occasion?
That, or the video had simply been record at some other point in the past. But for which purpose? To show it to someone? To show it to him? HAD it already been shown to someone else? John didn't like the thought… He checked the date on the file, which didn't have to mean anything, of course, but…
John stared at the screen, unable to tear his gaze away. That was the date they had first met! And the time… yes, this must have been only minutes after they had met! So Sherlock had… what? Gone directly home and gotten himself off in front of a camera? Thinking about… John?
Suddenly, the doctor wanted another go. He clicked 'play' once more.