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-Humor. Sherlock cares about his hygiene.
5 December 2015, Saturday:
Sherlock was in the middle of an experiment but he was itching to see the next photo on the calendar. However, this was time sensitive and he couldn't just walk away or let himself be distracted by John's body. He'd have to wait patiently for his chance.
He'd been in the kitchen for four hours already, sitting in the same place and it was torture! When John had called it sexual torment, he wasn't joking in the slightest. Sherlock's curiosity was piqued and yet the mold had to be observed under specific temperatures and he couldn't just walk away!
When John walked in, covered in a fuzzy dressing gown and wearing thick, woolen pajamas, Sherlock had almost groaned. He held himself together though, not wanting John to know that he was suffering.
Of course the doctor couldn't make his life any easier could he? John worked around him, grabbing things from the table and scooting around Sherlock's stiff form, brushing up against him slightly and making Sherlock shiver.
After the fifth time, Sherlock's head snapped to John, who was leaning against the fridge, smirking over his cup of tea.
"Have a good morning, Sherlock?" he asked in an oh so 'innocent' voice.
"Just fine, thank you."
Sherlock promptly returned to his experiment, trying to ignore the chuckles coming from John.
He could do this!
Sherlock absolutely refused to admit that he ran to his bedroom once the experiment was finished. He only locked himself in the bathroom because hygiene was very important.
And he most certainly would never admit to the fact that his mind wandered to the tanned flesh of John's exposed front. All of it on display without any clothing to hide him from view.
John was circumcised(strangely enough considering he was British) and it was glorious! For a man on the smaller side of average, he was - as the teens said - very well hung. It was impressive. Another thing that caught his eye was the fact that John kept his pubic hair neatly trimmed. Sherlock had never known anyone who did that, but he was grateful. It made it easier to see John's cock. The cock that was also tanned.
So yes, Sherlock simply had to take great care in washing that morning. For hygienic purposes of course.
Nothing special to talk about and John's giggling was not appreciated in the slightest.
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