Chapter 11
Sherlock assured John he'd be fine making the remaining visits to potential studios on his own, so it was a matter of minutes before John sat in a cab, worrying about Mary. She hadn't explained anything on the phone and he kept coming up with possible reasons for her call, some very improbable and others simply frightening. When the driver finally stopped at their door, John thrust some money at him and then rushed into the house.
Mary was sitting at the kitchen table, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking.
"God, Mary, what's wrong?" John moved over and enveloped her in a hug.
"Oh John..." She turned in his arms, clinging to him. "I'm sorry. I'm such a fool. I... I didn't think..."
John kissed her hair. "You're not a fool. But you're going to have to tell me what this is about," he said softly, holding her close.
"You..." she gasped. "Sherlock... I... It's not going to..." She sobbed again. "I thought it would be... easy..."
John pulled back a little and stared down at her. "You... You changed your mind?" he asked. "I mean... It's fine if you have, of course. I understand. It's okay." In fact he felt like he wasn't getting any air, but he had done this to her. Things couldn't go on between him and Sherlock if this was the result.
Mary sobbed again, trembling. She shook her head. "Not changed... No..." She pulled back to look at him. "I just hadn't realised..." She took a deep breath. "He was just so..." She let out a frustrated groan. "He made me so... so angry..."
John frowned. "Who did? Sherlock?"
"David," she huffed. "Oh John... You would have punched him... Showing up all frowns and pity. Saying how much he hated telling me but I deserved to know and he wanted me to know that he was there for me and..."
She twitched as if in disgust.
"What was he talking about?" John asked, thinking that perhaps he should punch the guy at some point if he kept freaking Mary out like that.
"You," she said, tears welling up in her eyes again. "What a bastard you were. How you didn't deserve me... John... He saw you. With Sherlock..."
"Oh, god," John said, biting his lip.
She nodded. "Apparently you were... 'very happy to see each other'."
John cleared his throat. "Right..." He supposed he could only be grateful that David must have seen them at the start of the afternoon. But who knew who might have been at the park... And of course Mary's friends would be shocked at what they saw. He really should have been more careful. "I'm so sorry..."
Mary shook her head. "Don't be sorry," she said. "Neither of us thought it would be a problem, right? That this involved other people than the two... the three of us..." She huffed. "That nosy git. He seemed almost happy about it. Though he was trying not to show it, of course."
"He probably thought it means he'd get another chance," John said, rolling his eyes. "What did you tell him?"
"That he must be mistaken." Mary let out a little half-laugh. "But I promised that I would talk to you. And then after he had left, I just... I just started thinking about how it would be if all my friends knew. If they thought you were cheating on me. They'd hate you. And pity me..." Her voice broke and she had to take a deep breath before continuing. "I couldn't bear that, John. I know it's silly to care what they think but... I don't want them to think that we're like... like that..."
John hugged her again. "I understand," he said. "You know I don't want our… situation… to make you uncomfortable in any way." But what would it mean? He was afraid to ask her. Surely she wouldn't stop him and Sherlock seeing each other altogether. They could still be friends. But after today… Would they manage to keep their hands off each other for long if they met regularly?
"I know," she said, leaning on him. "You never meant any harm. You were just happy." Then she giggled. "It's a good thing David is as straight as a rod If he had known who Sherlock actually is, he'd have made an even bigger fuss."
"Yeah." John frowned a little. "So... How are we dealing with this?"
Mary sighed. "I don't know... Do you think Sherlock would be upset if... if you asked him to be... discreet?"
"Are... are you sure that's all? I mean... David's seen us together now. From now on we don't need to... do anything. People will be talking anyway if they see us together "
"David has promised not to tell anyone..." Mary frowned. "There's no harm in people thinking you are friends, right?"
"Of course not, but do you trust him? David?" John asked.
"I think so..." Mary hesitated. "I made it pretty clear that he would lose me as a friend if he gossiped about us."
For a moment John was quiet, thinking as he sat down on the chair next to Mary's and took her hand. "I may not like him, but he's still your friend," he said finally. "You've said before that we can't neglect our friends for... this... And you were right. I don't want to be the reason that you need to keep secrets from the people you care about."
"After the way he behaved today," Mary huffed, "I'm not sure I care about him all that much. At least not right now..." She looked down at their joined hands. "I think... for now... we need to keep a few secrets. I don't want you to stop what you've started with Sherlock... I wouldn't do that to either of you. But I'm also not ready to let the whole world know about our arrangement. So... Can you do that? Sneak around with Sherlock? For me?"
"Of course," John said, leaning in to give her a soft kiss. It was almost as though she believed she was asking a lot of him. While this one wish of hers was the least he could do. "I'll tell him as soon as he's available again. He's probably still at his meeting..."
…
They had moved to snuggle on the sofa when John received a text from Sherlock.
'I'm buying the first building we saw. Gil approves. SH'
John smiled for a moment. The building had seemed perfect, and Sherlock had so many great ideas for it. Then he typed out his answer: 'Can I call you?'
'Of course. SH'
John sat up and took Mary's hand as he pushed Sherlock's name.
"You do not approve?" Sherlock asked at once.
"I... what?"John asked. "Oh. The studio. No, it's great. Congratulations."
"Thank you. I'm sure Sebastian will be pleased." Sherlock's voice took on a wry tone as he spoke the name. Then he chuckled. "I've bought the sofa too. I'm going to put it in my office, I think. For inspiration."
John smiled again. "I can only approve of that, too."
"I thought you would."
Mary gave John's hand a little squeeze and cleared her throat softly.
John nodded and stroked her hand with his thumb. "I actually called to... ask you something," he said.
"Oh?" Sherlock was silent for a moment. "What?"
"Well... Mary called earlier because someone had seen us."
"Shit... I never thought... I'm sorry, John..." Sherlock stammered, his words tripping over each other. He paused and took a deep breath. "Is it bad?"
"She's just asked us if we can be a bit more discreet..." John said.
"Right... Of course." Sherlock's chuckle sounded a bit forced. "So no kissing, hugging or holding hands in public."
John frowned a little. "Is that... okay?"
"Of course it's okay, John. I would never do anything that would hurt Mary and you." Sherlock paused for a moment. "Let's talk later. I have just set up to try some variations on the formulae I... found..."
"Of course..." Sherlock sounded a bit off, but perhaps he was indeed distracted by Knight's papers. "Thank you," John said.
"Give my best to Mary," Sherlock said and then hung up.
John looked at Mary. "I'm not quite sure how he feels about it."
"He's probably not thrilled," Mary said, sighing. "We're not exactly doing him any favours here."
"No, but... It doesn't really change anything between us, does it? Just keeping it behind closed doors?"
"I suppose it's less romantic," she said. "I know he's in porn and all, but from what you've told me, what you two've got going is a proper romance. Falling into each other's arms... Stopping every few steps to snog..." Mary sighed and bit her lip, looking slightly miserable. "Poor bloke. I doubt he's had much of that in his life and now I am ruining it for him..."
"If anyone is ruining anything, it's David," John said sternly. "You're actually the one who's made this possible. If it wasn't for you, we'd have nothing. So you're definitely not ruining anything."
"Sure feels like it," Mary muttered.
John put his arm around her and pulled her close. "I'm sure we can still be… romantic… in private. It might even be better for his business if he's not seen with me too often."
"He's not exactly a celebrity, John." Mary laughed a little. "I don't think any paparazzi are chasing him."
John rolled his eyes. "I'm not a celebrity either, but still, one kiss was enough for someone to spot us."
"You were unlucky," she said. "I'm sorry David is such a nosy bastard..." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Tell Sherlock that I'm sorry. I really don't want to ruin anything for you guys. But... I don't see any other option. For now..."
He gently rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I will. And I don't want you to feel guilty. We do need some rules in this and I think you're the only one with the right to set them."
"You are an amazing man, John Watson," she said and turned her head to smile up at him. "No wonder we love you..."
John blushed. It really didn't feel fair that she was calling him amazing, but he couldn't think of a better way to express that than kissing her.
...
In the next couple of days, John sent Sherlock a few texts, but as the answers kept getting shorter, he became more and more worried. Finally he made another call while walking to the car after work, but Sherlock didn't pick up.
"Do you think I should go see him?" he asked Mary, frowning as he sat down in the passenger seat.
"Give him some time," she said. "He'll reach out to you when she's ready."
"Probably..." John sighed.
Mary reached over and gave his hand a quick squeeze. "It'll be alright," she said. Then she laughed. "Want some distraction?"
"Distraction?" John raised his eyebrows. "What do you have in mind?"
"A movie…?" she said, shooting him a quick glance. "Maybe your friend can get us another one of those old ones. With Moriarty."
John pulled a face. "Can't we do one without him?"
"I guess we could," Mary said, pouting a little. "It's just… He's so cute…"
"Fine…" John gave in, smiling. It had had its benefits to him too that Mary liked to see Jim and Sherwood together. "As long as it's got Sherlock, I guess it's okay."
"Awesome…" Mary giggled. "Should I drop you off at the store? Or do you have his number?"
"Just drop me off. Or you could just go into the store yourself…" John teased.
"Right…" Mary nodded emphatically. "I'll just go in and ask the first guy I meet if he has some pirated gay porn lying around…"
John snorted. "It doesn't have to be pirated… Though you are giving me ideas now. Wonder if Sherlock's ever dressed up as a pirate."
"I'll buy him the hat." Mary snorted. "Unless you want him to be your cabin boy… Captain Watson."
John grinned. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind the demotion."
…
John felt a little awkward asking Mike for another favour right after he had given back the USB with Relevé, but his old friend didn't seem to mind. After thinking for a moment about John's request, he disappeared to dig up another stick from his locker in the back, and returned telling John that this had been Sherlock and Jim's first film together. John thanked him and picked a random film from the nearest shelf, which he probably wouldn't be watching, just so it wouldn't seem like Mike was dealing out free movies all the time. They also agreed to go to the pub the next evening. By the time John got into the car again, Mary was looking a little bored.
"Sorry," John said. "Just made another date."
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "You heard from Sherlock?"
"No, with Mike." John smiled. "Not a date-date..."
"What did you get?" she asked, glancing at the dvd in his hand.
"Oh, this is nothing," John said. "But Mike got me another stick. It's Sherlock and Jim's first film together. Mind the Gap."
"Oh wow... That's amazing." Mary started the car and pulled into traffic. "Can we watch it when we get home or do you want dinner first?"
"Let's have dinner first," John said, grinning. "Otherwise we'll get distracted and starve..."
Mary pouted again. "Okay. But you're cooking."
"Fine," John said. "As long as you don't immediately jump me because you have a hot guy in your kitchen." He chuckled, remembering the first time he had decided to make Mary dinner at her place.
"And delaying watching two young, even hotter guys getting it on? Not a chance..."
"Oi!" John huffed. "I'm not that old..."
"You're not that young either," Mary teased.
"To be honest, I hope they don't look too young," John said.
Mary reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze. "If it gets too weird for you, we don't have to watch it."
John smiled. "I'm definitely giving it a chance. We can always put it off..."
…
"That was delicious," Mary said, leaning back in her chair. "Let's leave the dishes for tomorrow."
John laughed. "You are eager to watch…"
"Aren't you?" she asked, getting to her feet. "A bit?"
John acted like he had to think hard. "Maybe a little…"
"You don't have to watch with me," Mary said, setting up the laptop. "It's okay if you just want to go to bed."
"And leave you alone with those two guys?"
"I leave you alone with one of them on a regular basis so…" Mary bit her lip, then began to laugh.
"Well, I guess it's only fair then." John smiled. "I'll just go…"
"Bye bye…" Mary did a little sort of wave and then focused on the screen.
John pouted. "You were supposed to stop me because you value my company too much to let me leave."
"I do value your company," Mary said. "But I've got two very gorgeous boys waiting for me. You are welcome to join us if you want, but don't expect me to keep them waiting any longer."
"Fine…" John sat down next to her, but then hesitated. "Maybe we should get rid of our clothes right away this time?"
Mary considered this, but then shook her head. "Nah… Struggling to get themout of the way can be half the fun sometimes."
"Okay." John leaned back against her, but then straightened again. "Do you want a drink? So we don't need to get up for it?"
She groaned. "Can we just watch the film, John? Or do you need a couple of weeks to prepare?"
"I just want us to be comfortable…" John muttered, crossing his arms.
"And I just want to get horny, so… please…?" She gestured at the screen.
John nodded, blushing a little, and then pressed play. As he sat back, he took a deep breath, telling himself to relax.
The opening shot showed a very young Jim. For a moment John wondered if he was much younger than Sherlock, though he had looked like he could be around the same age when they met by the swimming pool. This film couldn't be more than ten years old, and yet Jim looked like he was nineteen at most.
He was leaving a large building, surrounded by other young people carrying books and bags. He smiled and nodded at some of them, exchanged a few words and then headed down into a small, old underground station.
On the train, he got out a worn textbook and began reading. People moved around him, but he was completely focused on his book. Then something seemed to catch his attention. He shifted a little and then looked up. Right into the eyes of Sherwood, younger than John had seen him in any other film, but, thankfully, not as young as Jim.
He was standing a little further down the carriage, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, next to one of the doors. He was wearing a torn denim jacket, black t-shirt and faded jeans. His hair was messy, but his curls had been straightened into greasy spikes, sticking in all directions. He had a wide leather bracelet around his right wrist and a single ring in his left ear.
Mary snorted. "God… I used to watch that show…"
"What show?" John asked, studying Sherlock incredulously. He wondered if he'd put all that on voluntarily or if they'd had to pay him extra.
"Sherlock is gorgeous, but he's no Johnny Depp," Mary said, still giggling.
"He looks a lot better if you ask me…"
"I'm not asking you…" Mary leaned on him. "Watch the film."
"Ma'am," John said with a serious nod.
Sherwood was watching Jim intently and didn't seem to mind that Jim had noticed. Then he smiled and winked. Jim, blushing, gasped and looked away. The train stopped, people shifted and when Jim looked up again, Sherwood was gone.
Jim's expression was an odd mix of relief and regret.
Then the scene changed. Jim, wearing different clothes, reading a different book, sitting in a different seat. He looked up and there was Sherwood. This time, Jim smiled first. A shy little smile that made Mary go "Awhhhhh". John chuckled.
Sherwood smiled too and nodded. They kept the eye contact until Jim had to get off the train. Standing on the platform, he saw Sherwood still watching him as the doors closed and the train pulled away.
Then Jim was on another train. This one so full of people that he could not get a seat. But he managed to find a corner where he could keep his balance while reading one of his books. The train stopped and more people poured on. Jim was buffeted a little and ended up pressed even further into the corner. He didn't realise who was behind him before he felt a hand on his hip.
Visibly fighting the urge to turn around, he kept his eyes focused on his book as the camera moved down to show the hand with the long slender fingers, slowly sliding up, pushing Jim's t-shirt out of the way. When it touched the bare skin of Jim's stomach, he gasped and twitched but did not protest. Another hand moved in from the other side and together they worked their way up under Jim's shirt. The thin fabric clearly showed how they reached Jim's nipples, pinching them.
Jim trembled and seemed to lean back a little against the black leather behind him.
"Have you noticed," Mary whispered, "that they haven't shown his face? It could be anybody feeling Jim up. It's quite… quite thrilling…" She squirmed a little, settling more comfortably against John.
John smiled and stroked her arm, thinking he'd know those fingers anywhere. "Kind of creepy too, though. If this wasn't a porn, I mean."
One of the hands was moving down now and as it reached Jim's jeans, it became clear that he was very much affected by the situation. The fingers brushed lightly over the fabric. Just teasing. Jim flinched back, with the result that he ended up flush against the taller body behind him.
He tensed and then, very hesitantly, moved his own hand down. Stepping forward he reached behind him and placed his palm over the bulge that must have been pressed against his arse.
Jim closed his eyes, whimpering softly with excitement. Then the train slowed down. Stopped. People were moving again and, opening his eyes, Jim spun around. There was no one behind him.
The next scene showed Jim riding an almost empty train. He seemed tired and for once he was not reading. Someone sat down beside him and it took Jim far too long to realise who. When he did, his eyes widened and he looked around frantically, almost as if searching for a way to escape.
Sherwood just smiled, watching him. As the train slowed down, Jim picked up his bag, but before he could stand up, Sherwood had gripped his wrist. Jim swallowed hard, but did not resist. He leaned back in his seat, watching a few people leave the train and even fewer getting on.
As the train began moving again, Sherwood relaxed his grip but didn't let go entirely. Instead his long fingers began sliding over the back of Jim's hand, making him shiver. John followed their movements, his anticipation starting to build.
At the next stop, everyone left but them. Sherwood glanced up and the camera zoomed in on the chart over the door, showing the names of the stations. "4.5 minutes," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Time enough for a proper kiss, don't you think?"
Jim looked like a wild animal, caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. But he did not protest as Sherwood took hold of his chin and turned his head, nor when the taller man leaned in and kissed him. It was soft at first. Unbearably slow and chaste. But then Jim made one of his characteristic whines and grabbed hold of Sherwood's collar, pulling him closer. The kiss had gotten very heated by the time the train slowed down and they pulled apart. Both were panting slightly as they waited for the doors to open. But no other passengers appeared and soon the train was moving again.
Sherwood glanced up. "2.8," he said. "Better not waste any time." With an elegant movement, he slid out of his seat, swinging around so that he was kneeling between Jim's legs. They kissed again, this time letting their hands explore each other's upper body, finding their way under shirts and jackets.
Soon the train slowed, though, and Sherwood was back in his seat. A young couple got on and Jim and Sherwood were reduced to heated, very suggestive glances as the train moved on.
"You can just tell how that girl is thinking they should get a room," Mary whispered, giggling.
As soon as they were alone again, Sherwood pulled Jim into his lap. "6.2" he gasped before their lips crashed together.
Sherwood was not content with just kissing, though, and soon he was pulling Jim's t-shirt up so that he could get at the button of his jeans. He flicked it open and slowly pulled the zipper down. As he reached inside, Jim gasped and then moaned.
Soon Sherwood had freed his cock and was stroking it with a firm grip, still kissing Jim hungrily.
The shorter man seemed on the verge of climax when the train began to slow down. Sherwood pushed him away and Jim whimpered as he tucked himself back in, pulling the t-shirt down to cover the open zipper.
No one entered the train and the doors were barely closed before Sherwood bent down, pulled the clothes away and took Jim's cock in his mouth.
Mary gasped. "Where did that condom come from? Did they cut or... Did he have it in... in his mouth?"
"Should we rewind?" John asked, rather intrigued by the idea.
Mary considered but then shook her head. "Later," she hissed. "They're finally getting to the good stuff."
Sherwood bobbed his head slowly, pulling back to lick and nip in between. But gradually he got more insistent and soon Jim was a moaning mess.
Just as the train began to slow, he came with a loud cry.
By the time a tired looking man sat down across from them, Sherwood was leaned back, looking slightly bored (though a bit more tousled than before) while Jim, hastily covered up, was blushing and fidgeting.
As the man left, Sherwood got to his feet. Standing in front of Jim, he grinned wickedly, undoing his jeans. "Do you think you can make me come in 5.7?" he asked.
Jim whimpered at the sight of Sherwood's erection. "I... I can try..." he gasped.
John too was affected by the sight of Sherwood's fingers slowly rolling a condom over his length, and the teasing looks the man threw Jim as he clearly took his time on purpose. Unlike Jim, John didn't mind at all.
As Sherwood fucked Jim's mouth, the younger man appeared to be doing his best to use tongue and lips to enhance the pleasure. But Sherwood seemed almost unaffected.
"You've got two minutes left," he said. "If you don't finish me before the next stop, I'm going to fuck you."
Whether Jim's moan was of fear or anticipation, or both, was hard to tell, but when the train stopped, Sherwood was still hard as a rock. He didn't sit down, only barely covering himself up, and as the doors closed, he pulled Jim to his feet.
After a fierce but quick kiss, Sherwood spun Jim around and pulled his jeans and pants down roughly. "Kneel on the seat," he hissed in his ear, and Jim scrambled to obey.
Sherwood took a moment to enjoy the view, then put both hands on Jim's hips, making him whimper. Sherwood chuckled darkly and bent down to kiss Jim's neck and whisper. "Don't worry. You are going to love it." He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on three of his long fingers. "6.1," he whispered in Jim's ear as he reached down and began massaging his hole gently. "Not enough for what I want to do to you, but the odds of anyone getting on the train at this time are slim. I'd say we have a 21% risk of being interrupted." He pushed a fingertip in and Jim groaned. "Do you want to risk it? Or should I stop now?"
"Don't!" Jim cried. "Don't stop."
Shewood chuckled again, sliding his finger in slowly.
As he gently worked Jim open, he continued kissing his neck and ear, between teasing whispers about how tight he was and how good it was going to feel.
"Fuck..." Mary moaned. "He could talk the pants off the pope..." She was shifting and squirming again, apparently unable to sit still.
John chuckled. "Beginning to regret that we're still dressed?"
"Shut up..." Mary huffed, giggling as she began unbuttoning her top.
Grinning, John opened one button of his shirt and then pulled it over his head. "Should we pause it?"
Mary shook her head, her eyes back on the screen as she slipped off her top. Then she began undoing her trousers, squirming to get them off without getting up.
"Want some help?" John kept switching between watching her and the screen.
"Yeah," Mary said, lifting herself up. "Thanks."
John pulled her trousers out of the way, undid his own and then sat closer again.
Leaning on him, Mary began running her hand gently over his chest, brushing over his nipples. "I know you're not fond of it but… They look good together," she said.
John hummed, his body following her hand so as not to lose her touch. "I don't mind so much in this one. Jim looks so young that it's like he's not the same person I've met."
"And Sherlock?" she asked, pinching his nipple softly.
John let out a soft grunt as he thought about his answer. "He looks funny, but that makes it seem more like he's simply dressing up as someone who's younger. And well, he's in character." He frowned a little. "I wouldn't like seeing Sherlock with Jim."
"Of course not," she said. "And that's not likely to happen anyway, right? From what I hear they can't stand each other."
John shrugged. "Train's slowing down," he pointed out. "I wonder if anyone's going to catch them."
Jim tensed visibly, but Sherwood kept thrusting the two fingers inside him and as soon as Jim was sure they weren't getting any company, he closed his eyes and moaned deeply.
"4.2," Sherwood whispered. "15% risk."
"Keep going..." Jim gasped, clutching at the back of the seat. "It feels so... good..."
Sherwood smirked and added a third finger. The teasing continued as Sherwood wrapped his free hand around his own cock and began stroking slowly. Now he was telling Jim how he'd soon have that cock inside him. How he would be filled as much as he could take and then fucked senseless.
John cleared his throat. "It's, uhm. Kind of a thrilling idea, actually." He shifted, wondering when Mary had stopped stroking his chest.
"Uhu…" Mary muttered, moaning a little.
John looked down at where her hand had gone. "Oh…" he said. "Don't you want me to do that?"
"I'm good…" she said, leaning back slightly to get her hand further down.
John licked his lips. "Right." He shifted again, pushing his trousers off his hips. He wasn't sure sure if he was turned on more by what was happening on the screen or right next to him. Hopefully Mary didn't plan to do all the work on her own...
On screen Jim was moaning and whining, pushing back against Sherwood's fingers. He did not even notice the train slowing down but just gasped: "Please... Fuck me..."
Sherwood had been waiting for this and just as the doors closed, he pulled out his fingers, aligned his cock and pushed in. He paused, but Jim begged him again and, taking hold of Jim's hips, Sherwood began moving in long, deep thrusts.
As the train drove on through the dark tunnels, Sherwood fucked Jim in every imaginable position, making good use of the train's interior. It wasn't quite as acrobatic as some scenes in Of One Mind had been, but John had to admit that only left more room to show the passion between the two men. Next to him, Mary made a familiar sound, and he suppressed a wince. Apparently she had finished alone.
Jim came again before Sherwood finished, slamming into him with a final roar. They shared a long, lazy kiss while helping each other bring their clothes back in order and then sank down in their seats, exhausted but content.
Jim closed his eyes and leaned his head on Sherwood's shoulder.
The image blurred and when it came back into focus, Jim opened his eyes again. Sherwood was gone but a few other passengers were scattered throughout the carriage.
Jim looked around frantically but Sherwood was nowhere to be seen.
At the next stop, Jim got up and, walking rather stiffly, left the train. The last shot showed him smiling dreamily as he walked towards the lifts.
The credits began and Mary turned to John. "That was… wow…" she gasped.
John nodded, pushing his trousers even further off and then slipping a hand into his pants.
"John…?" Mary said, suddenly sounding hesitant. Almost shy.
"Yes?" He looked up at her, feeling hopeful and slowing down his hand on his cock.
"Could we maybe…" Mary giggled nervously. "Could we try doing it… like they did?"
John blinked. "On a train?"
Mary snorted. "No… I mean…" She shifted a little. "You know…"
John tilted his head a little and got his hand out of his pants. Mary actually seemed to be blushing. Not just from her orgasm, but because she was… shy? Mary?
Then it struck him what she might actually mean. "Oh… You mean… Really?"
Mary nodded. "We could try…" she said before leaning in to kiss him.
