Sociopaths & Doctors [ A JOHNLOCK LEMON ]

A Deep Symbolism (John Watson x Sherlock Holmes)

If you were to go London and visit 221B Baker Street, you'd find the famous detective William Sherlock Scott Holmes and war veteran doctor John Hamish Watson against the wall kissing vigorously, as if they would not meet again.

Now how did this happen? Well it's simple.

Sherlock and John had just gotten back from yet another case, which Sherlock solved quickly with his power of deduction. He had belittled Scotland Yard when they missed all the easiest clues and he had the pleasure of making fun of their intelligence, much so of Donovan and Anderson. He still couldn't figure how they got jobs as detectives since they are utterly useless but that's beside the point.

John meanwhile was just watching as his boyfriend went about his usual dealings. Oh yes, they were dating. The high-functioning sociopath was in love with the doctor that had PTSD. Quite the irony.

Anyways John stood admiring Sherlock as he went about explaining what had happened in the crime scene to DI investigator Greg Lestrade whom he had also insulted for giving such a simple case. He wouldn't admit it but seeing Sherlock solving cases gave him a bit of rush to his trouser snake. He wasn't a pervert or anything however listening to that deep baritone voice and seeing those perfect cupid arrow lips form words left him a bit arouse. Not that it was noticeable, he thought.

Sherlock was still talking about the crime but was being a bit distracted. He looked at John, taking little less than 3 seconds to see that his boyfriend was very aroused. About what he was aroused by was puzzling him. He wasn't a necrophiliac, he didn't have the sick mentally for that; it wasn't the other men, John was his and his alone; so what left? Perhaps himself? No it couldn't. John has seen him speak about cases like these and never shown desire this grand before. And yet for some reason this was also turning HIM on from the intensity of lust in his eyes.

Sherlock contemplated then bid farewell to Lestrade. Well more like telling him to give a better case next time and telling John that they're leaving. Saying a brief goodnight to the DI, John followed Sherlock to catch a cab.

"John." Sherlock asked as the duo stood in the lively streets of London.

"Hmm?"

"What is making so aroused?" Sherlock asked casually.

John's breath hitched and his eyes went wide. How could he known?

"I-I don't know what you're on about."

Sherlock smiled. "You're eyes are dilated, you look uncomfortable, you're stuttering and blushing rather a substantial amount of red, and you have a not-so-subtle tent in your pants. Now either you have a gun in your pocket, which you do but it's behind your back because you wouldn't be stupid enough to put it in your front pocket, so the only thing would be that you have an erection meaning you are aroused. Now by what, I can't say."

John stared at Sherlock in awe. It still amazed him with how fast he gather information off of one person.

"I-I-uh...!" The blonde blushed hard, making the black haired man smirk.

"Maybe at the flat, we could... indulge in some... experiments?" Sherlock added, his voice an octave lower than usual.

'Oh he's going to be the death of me.' John thought to himself.

"Taxi!" He yelled as a cab slowly stopped in front of him.

"221B Baker Street" He payed the man upfront. "And make it fast."

The two sat in the back as the cabbie made way to their place. John made sure to turn on the telly and raise its volume on high. He then brought Sherlock down for a kiss. Sherlock happily obliged, returning the kiss with such fervor. They snogged for a while until a few minutes later when the cab stopped in front of their flat.