John ran to the bathroom and locked himself inside. He looked down at his member,and recognised the teeth's marks. It bloody hurt, like hell.

He wasn't going to need stitches, Sherlock hadn't gone that far, but it certainly was going to hurt once his member was erect. It was going to gain blood pressure and it was going to grow and then the skin was going to hurt him again, like hell.

John smiled at that fact and looked himself in the mirror. Medical Prescription: No sex for a few good days.

"You can't be serious."

"I am being serious, you know I don't usually make jokes when it's about Medicine and Health Care. It will be good for both-"

"You mean good for you, but not for me. I need sex to think sometimes, John. You can do this to me because I bit your penis. You were the one who didn't close the door and lt Mrs. Hudson inside and she saw me sucking you off. Therefore, it's your fault. Therefore, you can't forbid me sex-"

"Sherlock, you didn't have sexbefore we met and you used to think as you do now-"

"But you gave me sex! And you can't take it away from me now, John-"

"Don't talk about sex like if I'm stealing your teddy bear or something like that!."

"Mycroft took my teddy bear, don't make me remember that!-"

"So then stop this stupid argument. Look -John pointed at the calendar hanging in the kitchen's wall with a silly kitten on it- one week. On week without sex."

"John-"

"Oh, don't tell me the great Sherlock Holmes can't live without sexfor a week, that's something I should definitely have to tell Mycroft or-"

"Sherlock Holmes can live with a week off sex. I'll prove it."

They shook their hands and the deal started.

Day 1.

John woke up very early as per usual and made his way to the bathroom for a shower, leaving his husband alone in their large bed. Sherlock glanced at the closed door and let his right hand made his own way down inside his pants.

He had five minutes to wank himself before the Soldier was back to change his clothes and woke him up to share breakfast before he had to left for work.

Sherlock didn't waste a second, but he couldn't stop thinking if John was being strong enough in that shower to not touch himself.

After all, they were used to have morning sex.

Day 2.

"Sherlock, I'm going to do the shopping are you coming? Why do I ask if you're not-"

The taller man appeared from the kitchen already wearing his coat and his blue scarf. It was mid afternoon, and to their surprise the nearest Tesco from Baker Street was rather empty. Sherlock enjoyed it, knowing he wasn't going to deal with strange people.

The second day was passing well without hidden wanks in different places and moments and not even when John was undressing and changing his clothes.

Everything was fine for him, until he saw him. Sherlock lost track of his husband watching at some different kinds of bread for a new experiment when he turned around to see the good Doctor selecting bananas.

Bananas.

Long and big bananas.

Sherlock Holmes-Watson swore John was doing it on purpose. His short and pale fingers were travelling over the long and yellow surfice of the fruit, causing huge havocs down in his lower part.

"Sherlock?-"

The Consulting Detective had to ran back to Baker Street. His right hand and his hard member couldn't wait a second.

Day 3.

Sherlock smiled. A new text from Lestrade meant a promising case and a day away from John. Not like they were fighting, but it was the third day of the week off sex he said he was going to survive.

And things were getting rather difficult.

But a dead body wasn't going to arouse him, and John was going to be working. The equation was perfect.

Dead woman, several bruises on her throat, arms and legs. Her wedding ring had been removed and there were clear signs of struggle.

Boring.

But at least he didn't think about John for the whole day. It hurt him in his chest but mostly important, in his crotch.

Day 4.

It was Sunday, and he agreed with John to share sundays and not work. For anything in the world.

They were being lazy enough to not leave their places in their armchairs to get up, get the remote and change the channel. They were watching an old documental programme about the Second World War and when it finished, they were watching a weird show about taboos.

"Some couples enjoy certain activities in their bed such as domination and-"

"John-"

"Obedience. When the man is in charge, he's described or named as The Master and-"

"John, would you turn it off-"

But the Doctor was deeply lost in the programme to pay any attention to his husband, who crossed his legs furiously over his visible erection.

Sherlock cursed inside and made his own way to the bathroom, and John just smiled.

Day 5.

Monday. Sherlock opened his eyes when he felt a soft hand over his shoulder.

"Wakey wakey,Sherlock." Sang Watson, smiling warmly to his husband. He loved when Sherlock wake up with a mess of dark curls in his head and very red and pluffy eyes. He even had some marks from the pillow down his face.

"Nowakiddayown-"

"What?."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

They made their way to the kitchen and Sherlock sat in his usual place in the table when John just leaned over the counter and handed him a cup of tea.

Chapters ago I told you about how arousing Sherock found John's hands when he handed him a cup. And you have to add the fact that some men have morning erectionsand-

"Got plans?."

"No."

"Pity. Then you could do the laundry, you know? I couldn't find proper pair of pants to wear today so I have to use these."

John Watson was wearing a pair of dark and very tight jeans he wasn't wearing in a very long time since he had put on some weight.
And those jeans were dangerously tight down in his crotch.

"John-"

"Well, I better be off or I'll be late today. Please love, do the laundry. I love you."

The blonde man kissed his husband cheek, took the dark coat with him and closed the door behind him. Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed.

The basket was full of clothes and he wondered if Mrs Hudson had some laundry powder.

Day 6.

It was late, and John was cooking some pasta. The kitchen was surprisingly clean, free of chemical compounds, test tubes and petri dishes. With the help of Mrs Hudson, Sherlock moved all his experiments upstairs to his husband's old room, product of John and their landlady's complains.

The Detective was deeply lost in his website when he heard John calling him for dinner.

"Spaghetti and sauce."

They started eating and everything was fine, until John leaned over the table and licked the corner of his lips.

"You got sauce in your mouth, and it tasted exquisite on them. Coming?" The ex Soldier gestured him to go to sleep. The dark haired man just shook his head and smiled slightly. "Work."

"Oh, don't stay up so late!."

"I won't..."

This time, the large sofa was the witness of another frustated man and a very solitary wank.

Day 7.

Once he opened his grey eyes, Sherlock met his landlady's figure opening the windows with a frown between her eyebrows.

"Sherlock, it's not decent to sleep till so late young man! Oh, What's that smell? Don't tell me you pee yourself in your sleep-"

"Why would I do that!."

The old lady ignored his sudden anger and handed him a piece of paper with John's handwriting on it.

"I found this on the floor, I think it's for you. Well, it wouldn't be for me since... well, I'm going down to make lunch, I'll call you soon."

The young man noted the nervousness of his landlady's voice and read the note.

THE WEEK ENDS TODAY. WAIT FOR ME IN BED AND YOUR DESPAIR WILL BE OVER TONIGHT. I'LL MAKE THE WAIT WORTH IT.

JOHN XXX

Sherlock smiled and glanced at his watch. He couldn't wait his husband to be back again.

SORRY FOR CUT IT HERE, WHERE THE ACTION BEGINS!

*Notes:

-The 'Banana scene' is inspired in my trip to the supermarket and a gay couple were buying bananas and saying naughty things to each other, I deleted their conversation of course.

-The taboo programme is real, I saw it in NatGeo Latin America.

(useless notes, I know).

CAN'T STOP THINKING IF JOHN WILL MAKE THE LONG WAIT WORTH IT...