I am better, for I am getting bored. John takes such good care of me. He feeds me. He doses me with medication and he attempts to make me exercise. Poor John has not been very successful in this endeavor. It was on one such occasion that John and I found ourselves walking around the grounds of Mycroft's Estate. John prattled on about this and that until I wanted to scream. By the time we made it back to the house I was dying for a fix. Excusing myself I went to the bathroom off of Mycroft's workout room. I did my thing, washed up and was just about to leave when I noticed something, a bottle of pills. Curious, I read the label and laughed when I read they were tranquilizers. "Fat lot of good these have done," I said aloud as I pocketed a few of the pills.
John waited for me outside of the door and together we made our way back to the panic room. I changed into my robe and then entered the section of the room where John sat on the couch.
"You seem in good spirits," John said, oblivious to what I had planned for the evening.
"Yes, I am feeling better. Go get yourself a scotch and then we can discuss what cases we might undertake when we are back at Baker Street." I said feeling a slight amount of guilt when John smiled at me. "First, though let's get my dose out of the way."
"Sure," John answered. A few moments later, I had to steady myself as I felt John running his hands along my leg for a vein.
"Okay, good I found one," John said triumphantly as prepared me for my elixir; his face glowed eerily in the blue light. A slight alcohol swab and a pin prick latter and it was over. As John went to dispose of the needle, I took a couple of pills. Then I slipped a couple in his drink. "Soon the fun will begin," I thought.
At first things appeared normal as John droned on and on. Then he stopped yawned and leaned back on the couch. "Sherlock, I feel so strange, so light," John said as he shook his head.
I couldn't help it, I snickered.
John snapped his head around to look at me. "Sherlock, what have you done?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea what you're talking about, John."
John swayed over and bent down so we were eye to eye. "Did you drug me?"
I openly laughed by this time. "John, I'm sorry I was bored. I just slipped you a tranquilizer or two, you'll be fine."
"You little beast," John said as he made a grab for my robe. I laughed as I slithered away from him. Then we were chasing each other around like a couple of kids. Finally, John got the upper hand and pinned me to the ground.
"Sherlock, you have jeopardized your rehab, not to mention exposing me to a drug reaction or God knows what else," John chided.
I tried to keep from laughing, but all too soon I began to giggle again. John looked at me sternly and then said, "You know, Sherlock you are a real prick."
He looked exasperated. I stared into John's blue eyes watching the pupils as they dilated in contrast to his changing physiology. He still had me pinned and I began to feel trapped. "Get off me," I shouted in a panic.
John held me tight between his knees. "No, I want to know why you drugged me."
My robe fluttered open as John squeezed his jean covered legs into my side. "Why, Sherlock, why?"
"I was bored," I whispered as John's angry countenance stared back at me.
"Nope, no that is only part of it. You were bored and you drugged me so that you could laugh at me. So, that you could laugh at me as I totally lost it," John shouted in anger as he held my head in a tight grip.
I looked back at him, confused. John continued to stare at me. Determined not to let him win I glared back at him. For a moment I felt as if the whole world had suddenly stopped moving as John and I held each other's gaze.
"I've got your number, you little shit," John said as he held me tighter. "You wanted a reaction from me. So, fine I will surprise you. Just be careful what you ask for, Sherlock," John hissed as he pulled on the back of my hair until I yelped.
Then he put his lips on mine, not gentle like I always imagined, but rough and demanding. I turned my head away, acutely away of the smell of sweat and alcohol that exuded from his pores. John ignored me smashing his lips on mine, biting me until I opened for his entrance. His hard tongue rampaged through my mouth, licking swelling and entwining around mine until I felt faint.
His hand reached between my legs and that's when he pulled away. "Nothing, you feel nothing do you? You're just playing with me aren't you?" John's voice was harsh, his lips clamped shut in a tight grimace. "Well, you're not out of the woods yet. See what you have done?" John shouted as he pushed his hardening groin to my side. Even through his jeans I could feel the heat, the moisture, the pulsating impaction of his lust. Then without another word, he began to thrust his pelvis against mine. I pushed out a puff of air every time he slammed into me. He worked the strictures in my libido until everything was free flowing.
I am surprised. For it has been a long sexually deprived drought. My body snaps to attention so quickly that my muscles seized as I arched my lower back towards him. Then John did the unthinkable and pushed me away. Moisture from his forehead drips down, rolling away from my eye like a tear. "Sherlock, how could you have done this to me….just…just how could you?" John stuttered. Then he stood up and looked down at me, fixating on the tightness of my boxers. By this time his eyes are filled with tears. "Sherlock, you have lost your own game."
I looked at him through glazed, lustful eyes. "What…" I gasp.
John frowned, sucked in his lower lip and then turned to leave. He then looked back at me and said, "How does it feel to be teased, Sherlock?"
