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-John is the master of taunting.
6 December 2015, Sunday:
John got off early on Sundays so Sherlock decided that he would pick him up from work and take him to a late lunch. Rarely did Sherlock instigate satiating food requirements so it would be a nice shock for John.
The blond was just walking out of the clinic when his cornflower blue eyes landed on Sherlock and immediately danced. Sherlock would never get over the fact that John absolutely loved to see him and how excited he got when he saw Sherlock for the first time every day. No one else viewed him like that.
Since John had left before six, he hadn't seen Sherlock that morning and it was like every time they saw each other, life was suddenly fine again. Even when John was being a tease and testing Sherlock's self control to the maximum.
"Is there another case?"
Sherlock liberated John's bag from his hands and handed over his scarf for John to wear. Sometimes it was nice to just walk somewhere and it wasn't like it was too far. John's face tended to get cold so Sherlock was simply keeping him warm and happy.
"Not at all. I finished another experiment and I decided that we should have lunch."
John looked pleasantly surprised. "And you'll eat, right?"
"Yes."
"Good."
All through lunch, John regaled Sherlock with the story of the man and his undescended left testicle. Some would think it an inappropriate conversation at a lunch table, but Sherlock thought it was great! The two giggled all the way home.
And of course, Sherlock went straight for the calendar, opening the small, green present eagerly.
John was nude again, his abs and pecs on perfect display. His chest was bare of hair, but there was a small dusting of fine hair starting a little above his pelvis. As formerly noted, the hair was trimmed nicely and very tame. But Sherlock's view of John's assets was cut off by strategic posing.
John wasn't overly muscular thankfully. Just the right size and shape.
The photograph was taken before John had been shot, his shoulder blissfully free of any scars. There was a tattoo of the RAMC logo on his left side, directly under where his tricep was.
In John's hands were two large dumbbells and he was in the middle of lifting them, his arms curled about halfway toward his shoulders, making his muscles strain within his skin.
Sherlock looked away for a moment, trying to work up some saliva because his mouth had gone dry at the taunting sight of his John. Seeing John fully nude the day before and then to see his body twisted in such a way that all the bits that Sherlock wanted were hidden, was torture. John was a master of it apparently.
With one more peek at the photo, Sherlock went back to the drawing room, where John was smiling up at him from his chair.
Sherlock sat primly, grabbing his unfinished book and crossing his legs to hide his erection.
There was no need for John to be so bloody proud of himself.
Well… except for his cock. He could be proud of that. Sherlock certainly was.
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