John
Sherlock had retreated into his bedroom after the mortifying boner incident this morning. I sat in the living room, watching shitty telly and trying to keep my mind of what Sherlock might be doing in there to fix that little issue. I groaned. It's not easy being sexually attracted to a sociopath. One minute he doesn't even notice you're in the room and the next moment he's almost naked and displaying himself for you. I tried to push the thoughts away, but hearing a loud crash coming from Sherlock's bedroom, I stood immediately and was rushing towards his room when he exited and closed the door.
"No problem. Don't worry. I'm fine." Sherlock said. Something was off.
"What was all that?" I asked, crossing my arms. I hoped he wasn't wanking off in there. That image would haunt me. And by haunt I mean pleasantly resurface at the worst of times.
"That was nothing. It's not important. Gosh, John, you're so slow. Hurry up, come on." Sherlock said quickly.
"But.. but Sherlock you're not moving. You're standing still." I said slowly. He looked me up and down and then suddenly gave me a response I was not expecting. He made hard, blatant eye contact with me and licked his lips.
"God, I want you, John." Sherlock said to me, standing in the middle of the hallway. I froze. No. I didn't believe it. He almost fell over but landed against the wall, even closer to me.
"Don't mind that, I'm fine. I know you want me too." He said, pointing at me. I still couldn't move. I didn't know how I was supposed to respond.
"Sherlock, something is off." I said very cautiously. He grinned. He never grins.
"That something could be my clothes, but you're too slow apparently." Sherlock said with a sigh.
"You're not moving still, Sherlock." I said, trying as hard as I could not to let his sexual words get to me. He looked me in the eyes.
"Fuck, you make me so horny, John." Sherlock said, drawing out every word. I felt a strong stirring in my gut. If he didn't stop talking like this right now I was going to get yet another boner and I couldn't go through that embarrassment again.
"Sherlock, you need to sit down." I said slowly, noticing that he was still having trouble maintaining balance. What, was he drunk or something? .. that's when it hit me. I reached for his sleeve and yanked it up. Sherlock sighed and made some disappointed groan as he watched me inspect his wrist. A fresh needle mark, just as expected.
"God damn you, Sherlock!!" I yelled, my volume increasing. I didn't know what to do so I just grabbed him by the waist and stormed into the living room and pushed him into his chair. He bit his lip and looked up at me.
"It's okay, you can be rough with me john, it turns me on." He said, maintaining a perfectly straight face. I shook my head and clenched my jaw. No. Don't do it.
"Stop." I said quietly, taking a seat on the couch before I could decide what to do next.
"John, I know you want me." He said flatly, leaning towards me slightly.
"Say it. I want to hear you say that you want me." He might've been high but he was still somehow the sexiest and most elegant person I'd ever seen. I closed my eyes tightly.
"No, I don't! Has it occurred to you that maybe I'd be slightly upset that you're high on god-knows-what?!" I snapped. He stopped and carefully thought about what I'd said.
"Too bored." He quickly groaned and he hopped out of his chair and started pacing, only making me angrier.
"I'm too bored to be good and safe and sit around and do nothing. I'd rather you yell at me for being high. Maybe even hit me a bit.." Sherlock said, chuckling as he trailed off.
"Sherlock. This is serious." I said. I grabbed the bridge of my nose and tried to calm down but his energetic pacing wouldn't allow me to.
"God, you're always so serious, John. But, still so, so slow." Sherlock said, sounding exasperated. That's it.
"What do you mean too slow?!" I yelled.
"Enough of 'too slow'. What is it I'm supposed to be doing so quickly, huh?" I called out, getting angrier.
"I don't know, maybe catching on." Sherlock said sarcastically. He almost fell over but instead he grabbed me for balance. He grabbed my ass for balance?
"Sherlock..." I slowly started. I couldn't trust myself to say anything else.
"Has it occurred to you John, that maybe I'm not actually high? Just pretending so that I can get a good grope off of you and confess how much you turn me on?" Sherlock asked quizzically. He gave my ass a squeeze and started to chuckle, returning to his pacing.
"Yeah, right, yes. You just don't want to admit to being high, because you know how mad I'll get." I said quietly.
"Maybe." Sherlock started, "or maybe I want to see you mad. Maybe it's sexy." He whispered, suddenly right behind me. His breath hit my neck. I clenched my jaw. Sherlock sighed.
"Bored." He said again, and just like that, the moment was gone. He was moving about behind the couch.
"I've been bored for the last few days, John. And I mean really bored, painstakingly, helplessly bored. You had to have seen this coming. When things slow down, I get high. It stimulates my senses is all. Not an issue." Sherlock replied quickly.
"Stimulates your senses?" I asked, scoffing. Sherlock stopped moving about and came over to me. He grabbed the collar of my button down shirt and pulled my face up to his. Not in a scary or dangerous way. In a seductive, painfully sexy way. I was practically whimpering. He brought his lips to mine but didn't kiss me.
"Yes, John. Stimulates. My. Senses. Would you like to have a go at stimulating me?" Sherlock asked, with a smooth chuckle. His breath hit my lips and made me tremble.
"Sh-Sherlock..." I whispered against his soft, shaped lips just hovering right above mine. Sherlock released my collar and stood back up, still staring at me. He was smirking.
"I know." He said. He chuckled and sat down in his chair, pulling over some test tubes that happened to be sitting around. I regained myself, or at least tried to.
"Don't think being sexy will get you out of getting high. I'm telling Mycroft." I said, trying to sound strict. Sherlock laughed.
"God, I bet you're confused." He said, setting his little science trinkets aside. I nodded, despite how angry I was.
"Alright. How about this? I lied to you within the last 10 minutes." Sherlock said with an evil twinkle in his eye. I groaned and shook my head.
"Why tell me this? I'm not surprised. Junkies lie." I said harshly, hoping to somehow hurt his feelings. Not deeply, just enough for him to see I'm serious. It didn't work, regardless.
"Let's make a deal. I tell you what I lied about- even more, I'll explain it all for you, John. Spell it out." Sherlock said, giving me his full attention. Hesitantly I began to nod.
"In return for what?" I asked.
"You have to let me do whatever I want to you for 5 minutes. If I can make you cum, I win and I don't have to say a thing. If you can make it through the 5 minutes, you win. I give you the rest of my stash and you can go rat me out to my evil brother." Sherlock says, and I can tell with one glance he is dead serious. I gulp. Seeing his sexy smirk and lustful eyes I'm already regretting that I'm about to say yes.
