Spoilers: Hounds of Baskerville
34 in which our hero John is hungry.
John was awakened to the scent of sperm. He checked his sheets in panic fearing that he might be like a teenager polluting in the sleep. Everything was dry and his morning erection was aching.
John was still sleepy as hell. He tried to clear his eyes wondering what had woken him up. Sherlock wasn't anywhere in sight. It was warm in bed and John didn't feel like moving but his damn dick practically hurt how hard it was.
What the hell? Then John remembered the drug and sighed.
"Of course," he cursed under breath.
His damn body often mixed adrenalin for arousal. The tissues were within reach so John quickly took care of his burning problem. After that, he took all the evidence and got them in the trash pushing it deep in. Then he opened the window.
He didn't need the damn Sherlock to deduce about John's morning routine.
Then he got dressed picking his purple shirt. Sherlock wore his yesterday so he won't today. It was enough of everyone assuming that John's gay without them looking like a couple with matching outfits.
Down in the pub, John took a big breakfast, he was hungry as hell. Sherlock smiled at him with a cup in his hand and John decided to eat outside. Indoors seemed too crowded.
Out on the bench, they talked and John realized that Sherlock had drugged him on purpose and locked him in the laboratory.
"An experiment," John shouted at him. "I was terrified, I was scared to death."
Sherlock shushed him like John is the one constantly embarrassing them.
"I knew what effect it had at superior minds so I had to try it on an average one," Sherlock kept explaining himself and as usual made it worse, John froze thinking of insults he can throw his way. "You know what I mean," Sherlock added and that was the closest to an apology he could get.
John decided to let the insult slide but not to ignore one simple fact.
"You were wrong, it wasn't in the sugar, you got it wrong," he insisted that Sherlock acknowledges his mistake.
"A bit," Sherlock submitted. "It won't happen again."
John kept eating but then paused.
"Any long-term effects?"
"No, that's all, you'll be fine once you've excreted it, you will," Sherlock said calmly.
"Think I might take care of that already," John said calmly deciding that it's silly to hide before Sherlock.
Unlike Sherlock, he was a man made of flesh and bone and did have a healthy appetite for life.
Sherlock snorted and got up.
"Where are you going?" John looked at him alarmed.
"Won't be a minute. Got to talk with a man about a dog," Sherlock smiled at him.
John turned to see him approaching the pub owner. That was Sherlock for you tying all the loose ends, even taking care of informing vegetarians that their dog died despite their efforts to keep it alive.
John didn't have to turn around to see them talk. When Sherlock wasn't caught in the thrill of the chase, he was quite considerate when informing people of death. He was getting better at it because he listened to John's instructions.
That was the part that made John put up with Sherlock and his yelling, unintentional insults and just bad moods. Most of the time he did listen to John and took his words as truth. Like in the hollows when John warned him.
"Not good?" was all he asked.
When Sherlock would get carried away he would say most awful insensitive things but he never really meant anything ill. Just one warning word was enough for him to get down from his high horse and adjust his behaviour.
Except of course, if he was affected by anger. The cold controlled Sherlock would get infuriated to the point that he would have to be right.
That was a thing John could easily understand. Probably all too well. That's why the two of them did work in their strange way. They had too much anger for ordinary people who didn't see war and didn't have extraordinary minds.
Sherlock did return in the minute and sat back beside John.
John finished his meal in the silence and got to pay the bill.
"Going already?" Lestrade showed up beside him stretching his arms as he just got up.
"Yeah, the case is over," John smiled at him.
"Pity, I could use some more time off," he said with a smile.
John was putting his wallet away but then paused.
"Then he was right, you were sent here by Mycroft," he said in disbelief.
John was used for Sherlock to be right but he was also used in him being paranoid and just plain wrong. He was convinced that this Lestrade thing was just him being paranoid.
"Well," Lestrade said rubbing the back of his neck. "When a member of the government asks you to do something you do. Since I work with Sherlock that happens awful a lot. He approached you too I believe?"
"The first day," John snorted thinking of their first encounter in the abandoned warehouse. "He has a sense of drama."
"I'll say," Lestrade said absentmindedly. "I'll linger here some time more."
John turned and saw him approaching Louise Mortimer. John sighed looking at her smiling at him. Just his luck. It got worse when Lestrade laughed and pointed through the window. Louise leaned in to see and then smiled and nodded as seeing Sherlock explained John.
That was just too much. John went to their room and just stuffed every discarded item to their bags not minding order or belongings. Sherlock will school him about his damn sock index but he didn't care.
While he picked up Sherlock's clothes he noticed tissues on the floor by Sherlock's bed.
"You damn cock," John stopped. "You are human after all."
He hesitated. If he leaves it here then the owners will have to pick it up. Damn that man and his lack of decency. John took another tissue to avoid direct contact and threw everything in the trash bin. After that, he just took the bags and went outside.
When he was out he just signalled Sherlock to get in the car. He pushed the bags in the truck and got in the passenger seat. There was no reason for them to linger and be observed and judged through the window by some random woman who thinks she knows everything that is to know about him.
"What?" Sherlock said in the car looking at him suspiciously.
"Louise Mortimer," John decided to share the joke with Sherlock, he sometimes knew how to appreciate the irony, "got under the impression that we're more than colleagues. I didn't feel like staying and playing a couple for her."
Sherlock chuckled after a pause.
"Was that it? Playing a gay man to gain trust and extract information. I'm surprised by you," Sherlock said fondly. "That's almost impressive. I wondered how you got her to lower her defences so quickly."
John smiled and said nothing. This was small compensation for himself being constantly on the display as a simplest see-through man. Sometimes Sherlock would get something wrong and John let him enjoy thinking he's on top.
This wrong assumption revealed two things to John. That Sherlock observed John as he talked to Louise and that he thought John's charms worked on her quickly. They did until they were interrupted. If they weren't, who knows, maybe John would get lucky and wouldn't have to take care of business by himself.
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The moment when Sherlock gets up and John asks where is he going was so precious. His response too, like 'don't worry I'll be back in a minute'.