Sherlock Holmes & The Knights Templar

Carnal Needs

Day by day John made progress and one evening as Sherlock watched John playing and laughing with Hope, he felt a twinge of jealousy for John had not laughed or played with him since he had been rescued.

“Stupid horse,” Sherlock thought as he kicked at the sand and shivered as the desert wind cut through his clothes. “John, he’s magnificent,” Sherlock thought as his teeth chattered not only from the cold but also from the desire he felt as the moonlight illuminated John’s face, his shoulder length hair, his beard, “God,” Sherlock thought as another chill shook his body. “How does anyone ever survive physical desire, lust, love, domination, despair? How am I going to survive it? I am so alone,” Sherlock thought as he rubbed his arms to keep them warm.

As if sensing his thoughts, John turned Hope around until they were standing directly in front of Sherlock. “Ride?” John asked softly as he held his hand out to help Sherlock up on the horse’s back.

Sherlock took John’s outstretched hand, jumped a little to assist his ascent and then he was on the horse’s back. Hesitantly, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s waist, rubbing his bearded face against John’s neck, burrowing his nose into John’s hair giving in to the stimuli until John’s scent filled his nostrils. The horse danced around a little as he adjusted to Sherlock’s weight and then they were off riding through the night. The horse carried them across the moonlit sands as Sherlock, John and Hope’s movements became one. Sherlock clutched his hands tightly around the folds of John’s clothing in an attempt to keep his arousal at bay. As they rode into camp Sherlock was thoroughly miserable and angry, so that when Hope came to a stop he slid down to the ground as quickly as possible. Looking up at John, Sherlock held up his hands to help John down, closing his eyes when John’s hands accidently grazed his nipples.

John looked at Sherlock in concern as he clutched his stomach and turned away. “Sherlock, you okay?” John asked in bewilderment.

Sherlock nodded silently, “Yes, fine John, just go to bed I will be there in a little bit.”

Sherlock watched John as he walked away, put Hope away in his corral and then ducked inside their tent. Once Sherlock was certain John was safe he paced around the other abodes, quickly passing the one where he could hear Mycroft and Mary making love, their cries echoing through the silence of the night. The growing tightness between his legs was making it difficult to move as Sherlock made his way to the camel pens, and doused some water from their trough over his torso area. Irritability, Sherlock looked up into the curious brown eyes of a camel and said, “Don’t look at me that way you have a bevy of mates to choose from I only have one.”

Sherlock curled up in the sand resisting the urge to jerk off, as he pressed his hand firmly on the offending growing hardness between his legs. “No, I’m not doing this,” Sherlock muttered as he rolled back and forth on the ground.

“Sherlock, what’s happened? I came out to get Mary a drink of water and…” Mycroft’s voice trailed off when Sherlock’s tear stained eyes looked up at him, observing where Sherlock’s hands clenched the folds of his robe.

“How you keep from feeling? How can I control this? Why can’t my desires remain dormant? How can I fix this?” Sherlock asked as he gasped for air.

“Sherlock, you can’t unrig a bell and eventually your body will adjust.” Mycroft said softly as he turned away from Sherlock’s humiliating position.

“I hate this, just hate it,” Sherlock said through clenched teeth.

“I know brother mine I find riding an exercise bike to be helpful in distracting the carnal needs of the flesh. There is no easy fix,” Mycroft said as he turned around and looked back at Sherlock. The anguish on his face made Mycroft want to scream for he could do nothing to ease Sherlock’s pain and frustration. “Goodnight, Sherlock, don’t stay out here too long there are wild animals about.”