Okay all you Johnlock lovers: My Christmas break began Friday, so I began writing this beauty for you. It is a little longer than the others, but that is because you get to witness the texting wonder that is Sherlock Holmes. It is also the last chapter for this story, so I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted :)
With all of my love this holiday season,
-August-Michael.
At first when John woke he wasn't sure where he was, but then the man sleeping next to him shifted and slipped his arm around John's bare abdomen with a sigh, bringing the memorize of last night's happenings back. With a gentle smile John slowly rolled over in Sherlock's grasp so that he was facing his new lover and looked up at his slack face. His mouth was slightly open and every other breath release let out a cute little snore that John never expected could come out of such a mysterious person, and his eyes twitched under his eyelids at some unseen dream and John wondered what this man could possibly dream about.
Suddenly a pound pounding sounded from the door of the flat followed by Lestrade's voice calling, "Sherlock I know you're awake! We have a case for you! Come on: open up!"
The abrupt noise startled Sherlock who at first was confused then glanced down at the man in his arms and smiled. "Good morning John."
"Sherlock?!" Lestrade called and reminded Sherlock why he had been awakened.
"Shit." Sherlock grumbled and slid out of bed in search of his lost underwear while screaming, " I'm coming you git!" And once located and slid them on, turned to John and mumbled a sorry before striding out of the room in nothing but his boxers.
The next thing that John heard as he himself began to get up was Lestrade grunting, "Dear god man- have you no modesty?" followed by, "you woke me up you idiot. You're lucky I actually put this article of clothing on." Then the door shutting.
John had located at least Sherlock's pajama bottoms and slid them on just to realize the pant legs were at least 5 inches to long, but he didn't care and slipped out the door and started to make his way down the stairs towards the conversation, "Where's John?" Lestrade quipped as the plop of him falling onto the couch then the thump of his feet as they hit them coffee table. "He at work?"
"Get your nasty shoes off of our table. No he was also sleeping when you came banging on the door like a mad man." He snapped just as John came around the corner to find Lestrade just as he thought he would be. He was wearing a pair a jeans that looked slightly too tight, and a white dress shirt that was topped with a dark blue tie, but instead of looking at Sherlock, he was staring out the window at the drizzling rain. Sherlock was perched on the top of his chair with his legs spread wide and resting on the arms, causing his underwear to reveal a small but of his scrotum, causing John to blush and turn towards Lestrade.
"Morning Greg." John murmured and ran a hand through his hair.
"John, good morning. I see you at least put some pants on." He paused and studied the pajamas that John had slipped on, "Why are you wearing Sherlock's pajamas?" Curiosity spread across his face.
John flushed. Sherlock didn't want anyone to know anything about them dating and John had forgotten that. John was beginning to think of an answer when Sherlock grunted, "I was doing an experiment last night and managed to pour some acid on John's only sleeping bottoms. I kind of felt bad so I lent him mine." He then proceeded to look at John and smile before turning back to Lestrade and frown when he realized that he was studying him. "What?"
"Did you guys say that you were both sleeping?" he questioned and glanced down from the near naked man's face down to his spread legs, then over to John before continuing, "Anyways, I came over to tell you about a case we need you help with. It's the one elevator case- the one where the man was murdered in the elevator by himself." Greg rose and walked toward the door where he opened it and then turned back towards the two men and gave them an odd look before muttering, "Sherlock get dressed and come down." Then left, slamming the door behind him.
Once the door was shut John let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding before, and muttered, "That was close- though I do like your tough guy attitude." And walked toward Sherlock who had gotten off of the chair and was striding towards John,
When Sherlock had reached John he stooped down and kissed him lightly before standing back up and smirking, "You like that do you? Well John Watson there's more where that came from if you want it." He glanced down at his pajama bottoms and John saw that he was beginning to get and erection through the thin underwear, "You are so cute in my clothing."
"Fancy a romp before we go to work?" John asked and smiled- he could get used to this.
"Bedroom. Now." Sherlock growled and chased after John who ran towards Sherlock's bed.
What they didn't know was that Lestrade had never left, he was standing with his ear against the door in the attempt to hear what was really going on: and he had found out.
John looked up from the file that he had been typing on his laptop and sighed. Today was a boring day at the surgery, and with only a few patients with uninteresting cases the required little work, John had nothing other to do then to drag out the paper work he has to do- and he had finished that more than two hours ago. Now he was sitting here revising it again and again in order to have at least something to do.
After staring out the window for five minutes watching the rain patter against the leaves of the tree right outside, his smartphone chirped-notifying that he had received a text. Jumping at the random disturbance, John reached forward and grabbed the phone and checked to see who had sent it: Sherly. With a small smile he realized that Sherlock must have stolen his phone and changed his name in it.
(12:13 pm)
Hello John. –SH
(12:14 pm)
I see that you got ahold of my phone : ) –JW
John hit reply and smiled while waiting for a reply which came quickly.
(12:14 pm)
That's not the only thing I did on your cell ;) –SH
(12:15 pm)
Oh? –JW
John was curious as to what Sherlock was talking about, so he hit his home button and began searching through his apps but when the next text came he was clueless.
(12:20 pm)
Find it? –SH
(12:21 pm)
No…-JW
(12:22 pm)
Oh my. What is it like in your tiny mind my dear John? Do check your photos. –SH
There was a knock on his office door, causing John to jump and drop his cell face side down on the desk before turning towards to door to find his secretary standing in the slightly ajar door with Lestrade standing slightly behind her looking bored. "Yes Lily?"
"Sorry if I startled you Dr. Watson, Detective Inspector Lestrade is here to see you." Lestrade leaned around Lily and waved at John, "He says it has something to do with your flatmate." John's phone chirped.
"Yeah it's fine. Send him in." He smiled and she moved aside to let his visitor in then shut the door as John's phone chirped two more times.
"Hey John, how are you?" He sat down in his visitor's chair and crossed his legs with a curious glance at the phone which chirped again.
"I'm fine Greg thanks for asking. So what brings you here- you usually don't show up at St. Bart's unannounced." He questioned as his phone chirped again and Lestrade glanced down at it.
"It must be important. What is that four times since I've gotten here? Go ahead and answer it."
"No, it's fine Greg; it's just Sherlock being Sherlock." He gave a small smile and intertwined his fingers on the desktop. Chirp.
"Go ahead. I have a while before I have to go. 'Sides: it may be relevant to why I am here."
With a sigh John picked up his phone and looked at the screen to find two new images and two texts from Sherlock. When he opened up the texting app he read the text.
(12: 24 pm)
Oh- Is the Dr. busy? I wonder who it may be. Might it be Lestrade sitting before you in order to question our new relationship? –SH
(12:24 pm)
It is isn't it? Very well done Detective Inspector. He must have figured it out when you walked out of my bedroom (after a night of shagging) in my pajama bottoms. Tell him what you would like John, but before you do so: do have a glimpse at this picture. –SH
(12:24 pm)
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John flushed as he realized what the photo was: a side shot of Sherlock's very erect penis, slick with either pre-come or lubricant, and that vein on the underside bulging out. That was when John's body reacted to the photo, and began to harden. Then John read the message that was attached to the picture:
I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable while you talk to Greg, but I needed you to see how you make me feel.
Now that John had a full erection that was very uncomfortable in his dress pants, his face was going completely pale, and he knew very well that the next picture was Sherlock finishing.
With a cough he set the phone down and looked up at Lestrade who was watching very closely. "Everything okay John?" He leaned forward and smirked at John.
Spreading his legs a tiny bit in the hopes to ease the pressure, John attempted to sound annoyed as he answered, "Yeah everything is fine: just Sherlock being Sherlock." He slid his hand up his thigh and gripped the top of his leg tightly, willing his erection to go away.
"Actually that's what I am here to talk to you about: Sherlock." He leaned forward and rested his chin on his knuckles before continuing, "Have you noticed a difference in Sherlock these past few days?" Chirp.
John switched his phone to silent and gripped his leg even harder in the hopes that the pain would make it go away, "I'm not sure what you mean Greg." But John knew what he meant-the sudden giddiness that had taken over the man who was seldom happy, a lack of rudeness towards others, and often a smile that was hidden behind a tough-guy mask.
"Really you haven't noticed? I mean you live with the guy, I'd think you would have. It's like," He paused when John's phone vibrated on the desk then continued, "he has let go of some dark passenger."
"Dark passenger? What do you mean by that?" John questioned and shifted again when he began to feel his heartbeat pounding in his lower parts. This erection wasn't going to go away itself. "Do you think that he was doing drugs or something?"
"I don't know if that was it, but I like the new Sherlock better. He's actually kind of…" A small thoughtful pause, "nice."
With a sigh John looked down at his phone when it went off again and answered, "No Greg I can't say that I noticed anything about Sherlock's behavior. It may be because I have been because I've been busy here at the surgery all week." Slowly John slid his hand down his leg and stifled a grunt.
"Hey you okay John?" Lestrade rose from the chair and looked down at the man before him. Lestrade's phone began to ring in his pocket and answered it with a quick, "yeah." Followed by a sigh, "Sherlock what are you going on about." Before he hung up he muttered an okay and slid the phone back into his pocket.
John ignored the call that was obviously from Sherlock and answered his question, "Yeah Greg I'm fine, just tired." He rose as well, carefully so that his erection didn't rub as much, leaned across the table to shake his hand and once Lestrade gripped his hand he suddenly looked down and John's bulging pant.
"Next time that happens, don't fidget as much." A small smile and handshake later and he was closing the door behind him.
Dammit Sherlock.
John reached forward to grab his phone and sighed when he found two more messages from 'Sherly'.
(1:45 pm.)
By about now you have switched your phone to silent right John? Don't want Greg to know about us? Oh but I'm sure he has noticed how uncomfortable you are. Am I right? –SH
(1:46 pm.)
Hmm… Am I? –SH
(1:47 pm.)
How stupid of me, of course I am right. I'm always right my love. –SH
(1:53 pm)
You know you can be a real prick sometimes. I have the hardest boner of my entire life right now and I'm at work. And Greg noticed. And the whole time he was here you were texting me. –JW
(1:53 pm) But God I love you! –JW
Sliding his hand over the giant bulge in his pants, John grunted and stood up once again. He knew that he didn't have any appointments for a few more hours, so he may as well go home and take care of this with the man who caused it… if he was still there- he had just called Lestrade away.
(1:55 pm.)
Hey you still at the flat.-JW
(1:57 pm.)
No, close though. –SH
(1:57pm.)
Calling Greg was to just get him away from you. Why, fancy a shag? –SH
With a smirk John threw all of his files that he needed to look over into his shoulder bag and began typing a text in response as he headed towards the reception desk where he paused and smiled at Lily, "I'm going home for a bit. I'll be back for my four o'clock."
"Sure Doctor Watson."
John continued to the elevator.
(2:03 pm)
Oh I want more that to 'shag', after earlier I think a certain someone needs a good fucking. I'll meet you at the flat in about 15? –JW
(2:04 pm)
How about 30 seconds?-SH
Baffled, John stood in the elevator and waited for the doors to open, when they did he walked smack dab into the arms of a black cloak.
"John." The warm wall rumbled with laughter and John smiled and hugged him back.
"Sherlock, I could get used to this you know." He said into the fleece jacket before pulling back to look up at him.
"So could I. So Dr. Watson," He paused and leaned down to whisper in John's ear as the elevator closed behind them, "how about that shag?" and gave the erection that John had almost forgotten about a squeeze.
With a smile John grabbed Sherlock's hand and they bolted out of the doors of St. Bart's in hail of a taxi.
The End
