Introduction
Sherlock new he shouldn't . As his once wise words where corresponds to Irene Adler ears " and you should never let your heart rule your head " but my god …. Irene fucking Adler .
Chapter 1
Sherlock awoke abruptly he glanced at his phone and groaned it was 6:42 am. He bolted up as he remembered his dream. He winced as his cock twitched ever so slightly. He thought of anything but her. Anything that wouldn't make it worse . It wasn't working the dream was too vivid. Sherlock was fully awake now he got up abruptly and ran to the bathroom all he needed was a nice cold shower that would sort it out. He went to open the door when he heard footsteps coming. He realised it was John he certainly didn't need to see what was ever growing in his boxer shorts. He darted into the bathroom and took off his boxers and jumped into the shower as if his life depended on it. Which in a way it did ( but more on that later ). He looked down he couldn't quite put the water on yet he wanted to look at what she could still do to him even though she wasn't there. His cock was rock hard as all the thoughts came flooding in. He reluctantly turned on the water. It was freezing but he was used to it now. This occurrence would happen about 4 times a day. Every Time it happened he wouldn't touch himself not ever. Now this was for many reasons. 1st reason he did not have her permission. He new it was stupid he new it was weird but he catergoricly couldn't do it. He tried once and everything went very wrong which I will not divulge now. 2cnd reason he hates the feeling afterwards not knowing what his thought pattern was going to be the punished he inflicted on himself you dear reader would not understand or believe. He sat in the shower feeling his cock go limp he sighed in relief. He got out and dried himself of being careful not to cause too much friction. He wrapped his towel around him and unlocked the door. John was standing outside leaning on one side of his body as he often did. John looked him up and down and sighed. Please tell me what's going on John said in a some what broken voice . Sherlock looked at him in defiance and whispered I'm fine I'm always fine. Sherlock new what was coming next it had been like this for the last few months. With Sherlock the shell of a man he used to be and no one could understand why not even the genius mycroft Holmes. Instead of John backing down like he normally did he stood up strait and looked into Sherlock's eyes which John new Sherlock hated. Tell me ….. now. Sherlock let out a little whimper and ran as fast as he could to his room. Sherlock fucking Holmes John shouted. Sherlock stopped running immediately as he did john realised with a jolt that Sherlock was doing everything he said. John new what he had to do he had to be cruel to be kind. John had read about this sort of trauma at university as he was studying to be a doctor. He had never witnessed first off but had read copious amounts as it had very much intrigued him. He sighed and stood as tall as he could. Sherlock go put some clothes on and then come straight back out do you hear. Sherlock opened his door. John made a little cough noise. Sherlock turned and with all the confidence he could muster yes John understood John. John eyes widened he didn't think it would actually work. Sherlock closed the door he looked down at his hands as he realised his hands where shaking he wanted so much to be angry at John he wanted to ignore what he'd said he wanted to go back to bed and forget. But he couldn't he new he couldn't.