Nurse Services, chapter six
Sherlock hardly got any sleep during the rest of the night. He could only think of what he had done to John so when the sun rose in the morning he was already awake and up. Since it wasn't any use to try to sleep he got up, took a bath and then went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. He really needed the caffeine right now.
"Morning" he then suddenly heard a voice say and almost choke on the coffee. "Oh my God Sherlock are you alright?!"
Sherlock gasped and then looked at the door where John was standing, fully dressed in new clothes. "You scared me a bit but fine, yes. No problem"
John then saw Sherlock's face. "Hey, are you alright? You have got huge bags under your eyes, didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Not really, but I'm fine" Sherlock said and turned the other way around. "So, let's eat some breakfast. You have medicine to take" He did everything he could right now to avoid looking at John since he would be reminded what he did to him.
The next three weeks Sherlock sometimes sneaked inside John's bedroom and masturbated to John's moans and whimpers when he had a wet dream. Sherlock never heard a name though so he didn't know who made him feel that way but he knew that all he wanted was to hear John moan. It could set him off in less than 5 minutes.
John's ribs had now healed completely so it was only his arm left. He didn't need the bandage to hold his arm in the same position all the time so he could now move it more freely which felt good. Greg had kept his promise and helped them with wi-fi and all to help the police solve crimes from their home. Sherlock was on fire, he had solved almost 30 crimes and murders in just 3 weeks. Sherlock felt he needed something else to think about besides John's sexy body and that's where crime came into the picture. Plus during these weeks he and John had a few accidents, except for the thing about Sherlock sneaking into John's room and masturbating. One time John stumbled on something that was on the floor and was about to hit his head against the floor but Sherlock managed to catch him. However, it ended with them in a very…..hot….position on the floor and just a few days after that they were going to pick up some books Sherlock had dropped and accidentally put their hands on each other's so both had blushed and more. They were really nervous around each other and almost awkward right now. However Sherlock had promised to take care of John while he was injured which he did.
They were on their way home from the hospital after John's regular checkup. The results were good since John's arm were healing just fine but sadly enough for Sherlock the doctor had removed the sleeping pills since he had gotten better. He now had fewer bandages on his arm and could move more freely which he was thrilled for but he would still need Sherlock's help sometimes. John was very happy about this since he was right now too bloody horny that he couldn't soon resist touching Sherlock. It had been more than 5 months now without any sex at all and he was on the edge. Almost every night he had a wet dream about Sherlock fucking him hard against the walls and using every furniture at Baker Street to have sex.
They entered Baker Street and took off their coats before sitting down. John looked happy since he was soon fully recovered and had made a decision for that day. The day that his doctor removed the rest of his bandage and that his arm was back to normal he was going to tell Sherlock about his feelings. Sure he was scared to death about the answer but he felt that if he didn't say anything soon he was going to burst. He was surely to get a no from him but he wanted to at least tell him, and hopefully he could do that in maybe two weeks or so.
"Something good happened?" Sherlock then asked so John looked at him confused. "You were smiling while daydreaming, something good happened?"
"You could say so, but that's not the issue right now" Sherlock only looked at him. "I have actually been meaning to ask you something for a while back"
"Ok?"
"I know this must sound weird since we are friends but would you mind giving me a massage? My body is aching from lying down all the time and my muscles as well so if it's not too much trouble….?"
Sherlock smiled. "Not at all. Since we are doing this then let's do the entire body shall we?"
"You massaged my shoulders before but I didn't know you could do an all body massage?"
"Once again my friend, never underestimate YouTube" John laughed.
"Right, YouTube is your new school I guess. Well, I'll just change my clothes then, be right back" Sherlock nodded. John went up to his room to change his clothes while Sherlock started to get ready downstairs. Since he had learned massage from YouTube he had just a week ago bought a massage bed and could finally use it. He put it in the middle of the room, got the massage oil out and took off his shirt so he wouldn't get oil on it.
'Seriously, it's not a very good idea to do this since last time I was really aroused just by touching him so this might become a torture for me but I can't resist him when he asks for something. I will just have to control myself. Said that too much before and it always turned out bad though…..so basically I'm screwed' Sherlock thought but was then disturbed from his thoughts by John coming inside the living room with a tiny towel around his waist and a robe on that.
'HOLY SHIT!' John then thought. The picture of Sherlock with only tights trousers, no shirt and messy hair was really bad for his imagination. If he didn't get rid of those images soon this massage hour would become a disaster. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah….just…..fine" Sherlock then put on a pair of fake glasses. "Welcome sir, what will it be today?"
John laughed a bit. "Just normal body and muscle massage please"
"Will do sir"
Sherlock then helped John to lie down on the massage bed, removed his robe so he was now only in a towel around his hips. It shouldn't feel weird about being kind of naked around each other if you're friends but since Sherlock had felt much more than friendship for John for a long time now it felt weird. John as well felt a bit weird lying almost butt naked in front of Sherlock. Especially when he was going to give him massage.
The massage started and John felt really good. Sherlock hands were big and he was really good at it as well which John noticed. His aching went away pretty fast but when Sherlock was close to some private places he started getting nervous. Sure he was wearing a towel but if it felt too good he was going to get in trouble.
"Better John?" Sherlock then asked so he came back to reality.
"Huh? Oh right, yeah the muscles are starting to feel better so it's really good. You're really good at this you know Sherlock"
"Really?"
"Really" Sherlock then got more confident and continued the massage. John then needed help to lie down on his back since his arm still hurt a bit. Sherlock started the massage there as well and for John it would be a bugger. He was already starting to get horny and turned on because of Sherlock's slender long fingers touching him the way they did. He needed a distraction, quickly! "So Sherlock, what kind of massages do you do?"
"Right now?"
"No, what kind of massage did you learn on YouTube was what I wanted to ask"
"Oh, well, muscular relaxing, blood circulation massage, wound healing massage and then sensual massage"
"Sensual massage? How did you learn that? YouTube as well?"
Sherlock then grinned. "I learned it by borrowing your computer John"
"Oh very funny smart-ass" John then answered and sighed so Sherlock laughed.
"I was just kidding. I learned it all on YouTube"
"But why?"
"Why? Well…..I thought it might come in handy one day which it has. Since you got hurt I thought that you might needed massage sometimes to help the muscles relax and get better by every day. Same with blood circulation and the wound massage. You got hurt so everything was practically needed except for the sensual massage but since it was in the program when I looked I just learned it for fun I guess"
"Oh, well, you are doing a really good job, just so you know" John said and tried to keep his cock down.
"Oh? What's this? Foreplay?" they then heard a voice saying and looked at the door.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here Lestrade?" Sherlock said with annoyance in his voice.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your lovely foreplay but I need you to look at some stuff Sherlock"
"He was only helping my muscles relax" John then said so Greg grinned.
"Oh I'm sure he did but….."
"What did you want me to take a look at?" Sherlock then said so Greg looked at him and grinned.
"There has been a murder so I brought a DVD and photos I want you to take a look at. I will wait in the kitchen so come there when you are done" Greg said and left them alone again.
"Sorry John, we will have to take this again some other day, I was mostly finished anyway"
"No it's fine, really" John answered and just as he was trying to get of the massage bed he slipped so he fell on top of Sherlock. Both of them noticed they were only a few centimeters apart with both body and lips and kept staring at each other. Sherlock then started getting closer to John's face, feeling his heart pounding strongly. However just as he was about to touch John's lips Greg showed up again so they got up on their feet quickly.
"Something wrong?" Greg asked but had just seen what was about to happen and had interfered on purpose.
"Not at all. I'm…I'm going to get dressed" John then said and went to his room and shut the door.
"Sherlock" Greg then said so he reacted and came back to reality. "Can you now look at the pictures for me?" He nodded.
It didn't take him more than 30 minutes to figure out who the killer was. He told Greg about it so the Detective Inspector could leave. He thanked Sherlock, packed his stuff and then went out again. Sherlock took a deep breath before going to John's room and opening the door without knocking. "Sorry about before I…." He stopped. In the bed sat a naked John Watson with his hand around his dick and breathing more heavenly than usually but not enough. Both of them were frozen and had no idea what they would say or do now that Sherlock had caught John in this position. John then took a pillow, about to cover his erection when Sherlock opened his mouth. "Don't" John looked at Sherlock in shock. "Can I help?"
"…what?"
"You're still not fully recovered so using your right hand would be impossible but your left hand is not functioning very good right now so it would probably take you more than 40 minutes before reaching an orgasm so let me help you get it over with"
"But…"
"I'm your friend John and right now your nurse as well. Having a problem like that hurts, especially when you can't take care of it quickly so let me help, alright?" Sherlock said and didn't even wait for John's answer before sitting down on the bed in front of him. John's cheeks were getting red and he looked nervous. Sherlock gave him a small smile before grabbing his erection with one hand and started pumping slowly. John couldn't stop the groan from leaving his throat and shut his eyes.
"Sher…..lock….." he moaned out so Sherlock's cock reacted. However since John was having a problem he ignored his own and kept pumping. "Faster…please"
Sherlock did as John told him and started pumping faster and a bit harder. John grabbed the sheets and whimpered. Sherlock then took his other hand and put it on John's face, drew it closer to his before their lips met in a gentle kiss. The whole situation was completely bizarre so what could make it weirder? John was totally caught up in the wonderful feeling of having Sherlock's hand on his cock and now lips on his own that he couldn't think straight.
After some more gently light kissing and Sherlock pumping faster and faster, John finally came hard and fast. He gasped out before falling backwards onto his pillows, breathing heavenly. Sherlock stood up, went to John's bathroom and got a wet towel to wipe away John's cum from his stomach. He used the towel and cleaned John's stomach, dried his fingers as well before putting it back in the bathroom again. When he came out from the bathroom John was still lying down on his bed breathing heavenly. Sherlock had no idea what to say so he was about to leave when John's voice stopped him.
"Thanks…..Sherlock"
"Not at all, I'm supposed to help you" Sherlock answered before it turned quiet.
"Sherlock…..I…" John started saying.
"John, it's fine, really" Sherlock was afraid John would get mad after realizing what they just had did so he was one step away from the door when he heard John's voice again.
"I love you"
