Nurse Services, chapter five
Molly gave Sherlock a big cup of coffee along with his favorite biscuits before sitting down beside him on the sofa. He had a blanket on and his eyes were red from crying.
"Sherlock, if you don't want to talk about it I won't ask more about it but, I just want you to know I'm here for you ok?" Molly said and drank her coffee.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Sherlock then whispered.
"Because I see myself as your friend and you are a really nice guy once you get past that bloody wall of yours. I really like you Sherlock, as a friend and it hurts me to see you coming here which you usually don't and above all that crying your eyes out" Sherlock's face turned sad again. "Did something happen with John?"
"Why?"
"You answered too quickly which means bull's-eye. Now, please tell me about it? I might not be of any help but I can at least listen to your story to relieve your pain" she said and smiled. "I've got all night" Sherlock then thought that since she was kind enough to let him inside and all he might as well tell her everything which he did.
"…..then I went out and before I knew it I stood outside your doorstep"
"Oh Sherlock, I'm sure John didn't meant what he said. Sure it was painful hearing it but he didn't mean it. I mean he knows you, he knows what kind of person you are and he knows you have emotions. It must have been something else that made his angry switch turn on"
"Like what?"
"Well, maybe that woman who came and visited? Maybe he didn't like her, her actions or so? Whatever it was he didn't mean it. Drink up your coffee and when you are done go back to Baker Street and talk it out with John. Bring some biscuits home and pretend you went out to buy them"
"…why?"
"Because if you come back empty handed John will be even more upset about hurting you and it will be too awkward to talk about it. Both you and John are humans, you accidentally say wrong things and hurt each other but your friendship is stronger than that so go back and talk it out NOW" Molly said and smiled. "And whatever happens, don't snap, listen to each other and talk it out, for real. I don't want John standing at my doorstep tomorrow morning alright?" Sherlock couldn't do anything else but nod. He then drank his coffee before receiving some biscuits from Molly and got dressed. Before he went outside again he turned around and looked at her.
"I'm glad to have you as my friend Molly" he said and smiled a bit.
"Always Sherlock, anytime you need me" she said and smiled back before he went out and shut the door behind him. He returned to Baker Street with a cab, took a deep breath and went inside. He went upstairs and as usual the door to their apartment was open so he went inside and saw John lying down on the sofa. However he heard the footsteps and looked up.
"Sherlock…." He quickly sat up and looked at Sherlock.
"I went and bought some biscuits, want some?" Sherlock said and showed John the bag. Right then John saw Sherlock red eyes and his dry cheeks, had he been crying? John felt pain in his heart seeing the dried tears and just the thought of Sherlock crying because of him.
'Oh my God, I made him cry because of what I said, I'm such an asshole! Why did I say that for?! You stupid ass! Apologize, NOW! It's a rare thing to actually even say something that makes Sherlock cry but now's not the time! Apologize!' John thought to himself and stood up. "Sherlock, about before…"
"John, is your arm alright?" Sherlock then said and took off his coat.
"….what?"
"Do you need help with anything? Like a bath or so? Have you taken your medicine by the way?"
"Sherlock!" John then said so he looked at him. "I'm….really sorry about what I said before"
"Don't be, it's fine, really" Sherlock answered and tried to laugh it off but John could see through him. It wasn't ok.
"No it's not. I said something that really hurt your feelings and I'm really sorry for that. I really didn't mean anything of it. I was in a bad mood but that's not an excuse for what I did. I'm sorry. You're my best friend and I would never want to hurt your feelings like that. I acted like a complete dickhead even though you're taking care of me like this. If there is anyone who hasn't got any human feelings it's me, not you Sherlock"
Sherlock then gave John a sad smile. "It's fine, really. You had a bad day so shit happens I guess. Besides I didn't tell you about me even though you are my best friend so it's partly my fault as well"
"No, it's my entire fault. I shouldn't have forced you to say anything that private just because we're friends. Everyone has secrets so I shouldn't have done that. Once again, I'm sorry and I will make it up to you, I swear. So please, can we go back to the way it was before? I will do anything to make it up to you because I really was an asshole"
Sherlock smiled a bit. "Apology accepted, now let's forget this fight and just move on shall we?"
"But I haven't done anything for you yet….?"
"John, you're still injured. You can't do much right now so let's just forget about this and move on alright?" John still wasn't happy about it but since he didn't want to push it anymore he just nodded. "Good, then let's have some tea and biscuits before we go to bed"
Just as Sherlock was making the tea John heard his phone making a noise and saw he had gotten a test message from Molly. 'I don't know what happened between you and Sherlock but make sure it never happens again. I can't bare seeing Sherlock cry the way he did before. Whatever you did or said to him, fix it NOW!'
'Sherlock went to your place? JW'
'Yes, he wandered around town like a homeless guy before arriving here. I don't want you to get more guilt feelings than you already have but he was seriously crying nonstop for over twenty minutes. But you know how he is, he will still think about it but if he says to drop it then drop it, for now. No use fighting over it right now"
'I'm sorry, I was being a dickhead and said something hurtful to him. I promise I will never do it again. Thanks for taking care of him. JW'
'So, are you going to tell him your feelings?'
'What?'
'I'm not stupid, I can see what's going on. I guess you got jealous of someone? And Sherlock not telling you he's gay and all'
'….no comment. Gotta go JW'
"John, what's wrong?" Sherlock then said so John came back to reality.
"Oh, nothing, at all" he said and smiled. They then sat down and had some tea with the biscuits. However they didn't really talk about anything, they just sat there quiet drinking tea.
"So…."John then started to say. "I've finished my tea so I better get to bed, I have medicine to take as well"
"Yeah, sure. Sweet dreams John" Sherlock said and smiled but avoided looking him in the eyes. John noticed this but didn't say anything. He just nodded and went to his room and shut the door quietly. Sherlock then sighed out. He was really uncomfortable right now being next to John. First of all, John was still sexy as hell so he turned him on, second him apologizing and all was really cute and it made him want to ravish him right there. Then third, he's just perfect, even though he has got a bit of a temper sometimes.
'Why can't I look him in the eye anymore?! He must think I am really pissed off at him…' Sherlock groaned and put his hands on his head. 'This is not supposed to happen to a genius like me! I'm supposed to have control!' Supposed….being the key word here.
He felt that he couldn't think of it anymore and decided to go to bed. However he woke up in the middle of the night and was wide awake. He went to the bathroom but halfway there he heard noises from John's room and stopped.
"…..sh…..ock…." He couldn't really hear the words but it sounded like John was…..moaning?! Sherlock's interest grew and he slowly walked upstairs and stopped outside the door. John was moving in his bed and still moaning sometimes. Sherlock then quietly opened the door and looked inside. John was still sleeping but the blanket had fallen off and his pajama was cast aside. He was only wearing the trousers but when Sherlock drew his eyes over his body he gasped loudly. John had a huge erection standing inside his pants but it didn't seemed like he had touched himself anything yet.
Sherlock then looked over to the table next to John's bed and saw some medication. John had taken the sleeping pills along with the pain killers before bed so he wouldn't wake up until the next morning which Sherlock knew. He felt he couldn't resist it anymore and went inside the room, shut the door behind him before kneeling down beside the bed. John then suddenly moaned out loudly and grabbed his sheets, his dream must be about sex or he wouldn't have been this turned on.
Sherlock knew he couldn't control his needs anymore and with John sleeping through the whole night thanks to the medicine he knew he could play with him for some time. And besides, what kind of friends would he be if not helping John getting rid of his huge erection? Exactly! So he carefully pulled down John's trousers to his knees along with his pants. John's erection was big and thirsting for attention. Sherlock grabbed it with one hand and started pumping slowly. He could hear John groan, he felt good which made Sherlock want to do more. He quickly got rid of his own trousers and pants before kneeling over John where he lay in bed. He then adjusted so his own erection met John's and started moving back and forth, grinding against each other. John, still in deep sleep moaned out loud and Sherlock had to bit his lip not to make any noises, but damn it felt good. He started going faster and faster until both of them came hard. Sherlock felt his entire body shudder at the pleasure and his body had turned weak after his climax. He managed to hold himself up and then getting off the bed without too much trouble. Sherlock then noticed John still sleeping with huge red cheeks and their sperm on his stomach and chest. Suddenly he realized what he had done and quickly grabbed his pajama before going back to his room.
He knew that thanks to John's sleeping pills he wouldn't know what had happened but Sherlock had been wide awake and would remember everything. He had lost control which had been a result of both of their cum landing on John's chest and stomach. Just the thought of it made Sherlock panic. John was straight for heaven's sake! He would never have any interest in Sherlock but still Sherlock had been a complete dickhead and used his friend during the night for his own benefits. So much for good friend. He thought for almost an hour what to do about it and finally decided that he would never mention it to John and just act as usual. However now knowing the feeling of John's body made it even harder for him to stay away, it looked like he had gotten himself wrapped up in big trouble. How would he greet John in the morning? He had no idea. But for now he went back to bed and decided to wait for the next day to come. He would surely figure something out by then.
