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Chapter 2 :D Next chapters will be a bit slower, sorry x Mild masturbation scene ;)
Any ideas for a title are greatly welcomed!
CHAPTER 2
It took two days of nagging before John finally agreed to live in 221b, mostly because Sherlock had brought in John's belongings while he was asleep. Although Sherlock had forced John to live there, John saw and knew little of his dark-haired roommate; He left early in the morning, and when he arrived late in the evening he spoke very little, and was often lost in his thoughts. John made several attemps to bond with him, but all he got in return were refusals, and grew more and more tired of his stoic flatmate. Waking up unusually early one day, John took advantage of this 'oppurtinity' and decided to do some light-hearted stalking:
6:30 :- Wakes up, has coffee for breakfast, but doesn't eat anything, I think he's in a hurry. I wonder if he ever eats.
6:45 :- Leaves house.
7:00 :- Goes to the public library - studying for something, I think it's a book in toxicology.
8:30 :- He's still studying. He looks strangely normal when he studies.
10:00 :- STILL bloody studying.
"John?" A sudden voice called out as John lifted his head of the library's table, unaware of his slumber,
Shit. It was Sherlock.
"Um..." John quickly hid his notes before continuing, "Oh hi," he smiled, trying to look innocent, "Fancy seeing you here."
"Mmm..." He eyed John suspiciously, knowing it wasn't a simple coincidence.
"So... where are you off to?"
"Speedy's, having lunch. Would you like to join me?" What was this? Sherlock actually inviting him? He definitely could not pass up this chance.
They arrived at Speedy's at around 2 in the afternoon; Sherlock must have been studying for almost 7 hours. They sat down by the window of the dainty café, and a small framed waitress handed them a small menu each, "Food looks nice." John said, trying to start a conversation, but Sherlock only responded with a curt "Mm..."
And then there was an awkward silence.
As John racked his brains trying to find a way to kill the silence successfully, Sherlock chuckled to himself,"What is it?" John asked,
"Nothing detective," Sherlock's joked, "What do you mean when you say I look normal when I study?" He revealed the pinched notebook containing John's 'research' as his laugh grew. Embarrased, John tucked his red face sulkingly into his jacket,
"It's 'cause you usually look so cold," he mumbled, "And when you were reading, you looked really warm and happy..." His eyes darted to the floor from discomfort, while Sherlock leaned forward - the laugh turned into a mischievous smile,
"You know what would really make me war-" He was cut off by the petite, boisterous waitress,
"You ready to order?" She said impatiently as she chewed her gum obnoxiously loud,
"You know what, I'm not hungry any more." Sherlock said, quickly leaving the café.
"What was that about?" John wondered before the waitress pressured him into ordering - just because Sherlock wouldn't eat, doesn't mean he can't.
Sherlock returned to the flat quickly, his pulse racing at the sight of John's blushed face. The thought of John paying so much attention fed his childish ego, and he wanted more of John, so much more. Warmth spread his body, and quickly reached his nether regions. Darting towards the shower, the urge to relieve himself was overwhelming. "Fuck, why are you so damn cute?" He murmured to himself in the shower as he stroked his throbbing manhood. Thoughts of John panting for more; craving Sherlock, needing Sherlock. Beads of sweat were washed away as the shower rained upon him. "John, john..." he panted to himself repeatedly, until eventually he made his white release. The immense relief made Sherlock's legs buckle, causing his hands to press upon the wall for stability and he stayed motionless waiting for his heart to calm down.
John returned to his new flat not long after Sherlock and he sat down in his armchair, watching TV with the hum of the shower in the background. "Jeremy Kyle," he thought, "God this shit is so lame," and he soon begun the habitual motion of channel surfing. The hum stopped and from the bathroom emerged a more relieved Sherlock, his chest was bare and his damp hair was out of his face, revealing his piercing blue eyes. Sherlock froze for a brief moment at the sight of the man he had just pictured in the most seductive poses, and the two gazed at each other in silence.
"Ahem.." John coughed, breaking the stare, "Nice shower?"
"Umm.. yes, fine thanks." he retreated into his room and John stared blankly at the TV, remembering the sultry image Sherlock had just left him with. "Holy shit," he thought to himself, while his heart pounded and his face grew hot. Suddenly, reality kicked in and he soon pushed away those thoughts and resumed to watching trashy daytime TV.
"That wasn't anything, just forget it."