Or not!

Immediately Sherlock grabs John's arms and forces them behind his back. Sherlock turns him around so that his back is turned against him. He pushes him up against the wall and kisses his neck.

'Stay like that.' He bosses and reaches down to the floor to pick something up.

As he stands up again he brushes what he picked up against John's back. It's soft and quite ticklish. Then John realizes what it is.

'The flogger!'

'Yes... I brought it into the shower with me because I knew that you would follow me like the naughty boy you are.'

'But you said...'

'I know what I said. What I said doesn't matter. I want to see what effects it has on a living body. Your body, to be more precise.'

Sherlock takes a step back, still touching John's back gently with the tails of the flogger. Suddenly he stops. Then a sharp pain hits John's back. It's not as bad as he thought it would be. It hurts, but it's more of a spread out pain. It feel almost like sparkles of fire on his skin. He can feel his blood rushing to the area. His pulse quickens. Then Sherlock hits him again. This time on his buttocks. And again. He hits the exact same spot. That way the pain is somewhat dulled. John turns his head to look at Sherlock.

'Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I've read a great amount of articles about the right way of doing this. It's actually quite easy when you know all the tricks.'

John feels safe in his hands. He trusts him. Maybe more than he should. Sherlock puts down the flogger on the floor and puts his arms around John's sore body. The contact hurts but is still very enjoyable. Sherlock reaches down with his hand to John's bottom and strokes it gently.

'It's all red now. Oh poor little army doctor. So helpless in the arms of another man.'

John tries to protest, only to find Sherlock's lips locked onto his. John turns his body around. Sherlock nibbles John's bottom lip in a somewhat playful manner that tickles him. Then John can feel Sherlock's wet arms surround him. They pull him closer. They pull him into a loving embrace.

'I'm sorry...' Sherlock mumbles against his neck. 'Are you all right?' He sounds worried.

'I'm fine. My butt is a little sore though.'

Sherlock puts his hands on John's buttocks.

'Nothing new then.' He smirks. 'It doesn't feel any different.' He says and squeezes them.

'Maybe not to you.' John grabs his hands and move them away from the soreness.

'I guess this means that nothing goes in that area tonight?'

'That's right. And if you try anything I will kill you.'

'That's my Watson. Always with the pointless threats. Oh well. I guess this time I will listen.'

He pulls John up onto his chest so that his feet are above ground. Then he steps out of the shower with him in his arms.

'There's no work tomorrow. I made sure.' Sherlock says and gives John one of his evil smiles.