Opened by Accident

Surely...

This part is again in John's point of view but a day after the last part. Sorry this is short. I prefere lots of short parts. However, i make it up with some tease of self inflicted smut. The next one is going to be fluffy and very smutty.
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I'm sexually attracted to women. That's fact. Over night, i've come to grips that i am also sexually attracted to men, or at least Sherlock Holmes. I'm pretty sure Sherlock is gay. I mean, it explains his behaviour and that previous night.
Sherlock hasn't gone into any sort of discussion about that. But it is odd because he was just pleasing himself, a simple normal humane thing to do. Why would he so humiliated about that?
Which got me thinking, i didn't mishear him. He moaned my name, John. He was imagining me in his little dream. It seemed like a good one too. I'm not ashamed of my erotic thoughts of Sherlock. It is as human as Sherlock himself. Sherlock gladly did what i asked him to do yesterday. Go out on a case. I see why, he can't bear being in the same room as me. I'm in my room, looking up at the ceiling, on my bed and rethinking my love life. He doesn't like my girlfriends because that means he isn't with me. He loves me. And i love him.
I leave my door open, just enough for peeking.
I'm really hard. I knew i would be. I close my eyes and let my hands wonder down to take of my jeans and pants. I slowly stroke the side of my cock, imagining Sherlock's long pretty fingers. I squeeze hard and thrust.
"Fuck~mmm. That's it Sherlock." I'm not even forcing words.
I'm going to fix my love life with the love of my life.