Opened by Accident

Sherlock POV

This whole part is in Sherlock's point of view.
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Ever since he walked into that lab, i fell hard for him. I never felt like that before. Mainly because my brother puts the whole caring is not an advantage thing in my head since i was young. So the whole package of emotions was overwhelming.
And nothing has changed since. He had a body structure which is slightly muscular but enough to drive me crazy. Yeah, it's cliche but it is very true, sadly.
We go around solving crime together. He writes a blog about it. We take a small break and the whole process repeats. I have nothing  wrong with this cycle but there's a problem. It's my friendship with John. It's just that, a friendship.
             Before you ask, yes i've tried deducing anything off John to resemble any sort of romantic attraction to me but i'm getting mixed signals. So i'm too scared to assume anything.
            That doesn't stop me from day dreaming like a lovestruck teen girl. Just Imagine, John comes home after shopping. He has that fresh outside smell. I made it warm and cosy inside just for his arrival. He goes to the kitchen with a smirk as he notices my head shoots up upon the familiar smell of the London weather stuck on John. Once he finishes placing the groceries in the fridge, he makes his way over to me. I sit back, taking in the sight of John. Soon our lips meet. And i can feel his bulge run against my leg. His hand slowly glides down my suit and lands on my~
"Sherlock?"
I snap back to reality. The disappointment hits me, again. Damn you reality!
"You look sweaty. And you're red in the face. You okay?" John says skeptically. He was getting his coat.
"Where are you going?!" My voice was more worried than i would like it to be.
"I already told you..." My face goes blank. I was deeper in the dream than i thought. "I'm going to go shopping..." John is trying to get me into realising it. I hadn't heard him but i don't to humiliate myself so i just pretend to remember. But i can still feel the hottness and redness rise in my cheeks. John just smirks.
              36mins at least. 36 individual minutes before John gets back. I still feel uncomfortable from that dream state. I usually feel like this when i imagine John in my ideal situation. The feeling is almost like a deep pool of warmth and need in my lower torso. The more smutty the dream, needer the feel is. It took me awhile to figure out what to do with it so i just wait it out. But from paying attention to this feeling, i get an erection. I understand it's human nature but it is still an awkward feature of the male anatomy and behaviour. John Watson is the only known man who has ever made my body respond like this.
I quickly calculate how long it would take for my average orgasm. 20 minites, just. I have time. Enough time to spend. Enough time to spend on John.