Another mind numbing dinner at the Captain's table made John want to wheel his chair into the sea.
"I say, what do you think, Watson?" Teddy's voice bored into John's consciousness like a horrible thorn in his shoe.
"What?" John snapped.
Before Teddy could reply a smooth velvety sounding voice interrupted him, "Oh, Teddy do quit going on. Can't you see the poor man is bored to death?"
John wheeled around to look at his savior, and was not surprised to find that she was gorgeous. Long auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders and her smoky green eyes smoldered with amusement when John's faced flushed at her assessment of him. "Doctor Watson, isn't it?" She purred.
John nodded mutely.
"Well, I'm sure you won't mind if I call you John." Without waiting for a reply she continued on. "My name is Laura," she whispered.
John smiled and thought to himself, "Of course it is."
The woman poked her long finger into the man's shoulder to the other side of her, "Devin, Devin, DEVIN?"
The young man turned around and scowled at Laura, "What is it puss?"
Laura rolled her eyes, "Devin, you know how I hate that nick name. Now pay attention for our dear Doctor Watson is bored. So, why don't we relieve his ennui and let him play our little game?"
Devin appraised John as if seeing him for the first time and after a few moments said, "I say, that is intriguing, p..Laura."
Laura leaned forward and put her hand on John's arm, letting it linger there for far too long, "John, you are going to love our little game. I'll come by for you around midnight," she said as she ran her index finger over John's lower lip. "That husband of yours is a fool for leaving you unattended for if you were mine I wouldn't let you up for air." Satisfied with John's shocked expression, she smirked, took Devin's arm and then the two of them slinked out of the dining room like a couple of Siamese Cats.
Back in his cabin, John looked through his clothing to pick out what he was going to wear for the game that night, pausing only to hold one of Sherlock's shirts to his face as he breathed in Sherlock's faint scent upon its fibers. A light tap on the door made John jump and the shirt fluttered to the ground as he wheeled over to the door, and asked who it was.
"Room Service," a nasal voice intoned.
John scratched his head, for he was pretty sure that he hadn't ordered room service, however he shrugged and then pulled open the door. A tall steward entered the room, his hair slicked down, peppered with gray, his long face reminded John of a weasel, his thick black glasses accentuated the weasel effect by making his eyes look round and beady. The steward wheeled a cart across the room and then the realization hit him, for the steward was none other than Sherlock. However, John decided to play dumb for a few moments.
"Hmm, I don't remember ordering any room service, but please wheel it over in the corner," John said as he pointed.
John then smiled and said, "My you are a handsome fellow, what is your name?"
Sherlock's beady eyes narrowed, but he decided to play the game as well, "My name is Fernando. I am from Spain."
John was openly laughing by this time, "Fernando, come and sit on my lap, tell me about yourself."
Sherlock came forward and sat on John's lap leaning back against his chest. "My but you are a big boy aren't you?" John said as he kissed Sherlock's neck.
"Yes, I'm a bullfighter," Sherlock whispered in between gasps as John ran his fingers over Sherlock's exposed neck.
John watched Sherlock's transformation in fascination for the muscles in his long, white neck, constricted as John's touch deepened. No longer was Sherlock, the brilliant painter, detective, violinist, genius, he was a man desperate for his lover's touch. Though John was just working his hands across Sherlock's back, Sherlock whimpered as if in pain, when he felt John's hands on his bare skin. By the time John worked his way around Sherlock's waist to undo his trousers; Sherlock was unashamedly begging John to take him.
"John," Sherlock sighed as he helped John into bed.
Though Sherlock was trying to be gentle, his attempts were clumsy as his shaking hands removed John's clothing. Like an inexperienced lover Sherlock moved quickly, desperate to physically penetrate John.
"John," Sherlock said as his body unwilling arched with need, his voice full of tension.
"He has to relax," John thought and then he smiled inwardly for he knew what would do the trick.
John reached over and turned on his internet radio station, and as the sounds of Japanese music filled the air, John screamed out, "Oh God, oh God, take me, take me Fernando."
Sherlock paused, his face red from effort, his breathing ragged, and then he looked down at John's calm expression as his hands reached up and caressed Sherlock's sweaty neck. The lamp from the bedside table illuminated John's body as it waited for Sherlock, his knees relaxed, his legs opening up for Sherlock.
As Sherlock looked down at John's legs and everything in between, he began to hyperventilate. But John was patient, his voice coaxing; working to pace Sherlock's body to a tempo they would both enjoy and finally like the roots of a weed being ripped out of the dry earth Sherlock relaxed until him and John's movements were fully synchronized.
Afterwards, Sherlock lay in John's arms, wishing that they could make love non-stop for days on end, but his dinner break was over and he had to get back to the case.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asked as Sherlock's eyes teared up.
Sherlock nodded and then looked back at John and said softly, "That thing you did, calling me Fernando so that I would focus, that was brilliant."
John smiled and replied, "I knew the way you were going that your performance was going to disappoint you, no longevity, you know poof gone."
Sherlock laughed, marveling at how John could diffuse the awkwardness of any given situation. "John, who was that woman you were talking to at dinner?"
John sighed and recounted the events of the last few days, conveniently leaving out Laura's flirtation.
When he finished Sherlock frowned, "John, I don't like it; this is a dangerous killer we are dealing with."
John crossed his eyes, putting the green olives from the tray that Sherlock had brought on the cart into his eye sockets.
Sherlock laughed openly and began to tickle John in effort to make the olives drop out, when John tightly screwed his eyes shut, Sherlock pinned him down gently and ate the olives one by one. Then Sherlock looked at John as he lay beneath him and Sherlock sighed as he began to kiss John.
John kissed him back and then pulled away, "Sherlock, umm if you keep this up you are going to exceed your dinner break."
"I'll take a cut in pay," Sherlock replied huskily as he kissed John's neck.
John sighed, pulling Sherlock into him. "Remind me to fill out your comment card, Fernando, for this is by far the best room service I have ever received," John gasped as Sherlock accurately pinpointed his spot.