Sherlock
John gulped and stared at me with big doe eyes. Then a slight alteration was made and the next thing I knew, I was staring into two big pools of lust. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and when his eyes opened again he looked ravenous.
"Deal." He said, cautiously looking me up and down again. I frowned.
"It seems as if I've already achieved my results." I said, puzzled. John quirked an eyebrow and then slowly a look of anger and disappointment washed over him.
"I swear to god, Sherlock, if all of this was some experiment-" he started breathing deeply and when I didn't answer, he covered his face with his hands.
"I should've seen this coming." He muttered to himself. I looked around the room for something I could do to improve the situation. Or maybe I just didn't want to look at John. After a few uncomfortable moments I sighed and sat down by him on the couch.
"Yes, this was an experiment. After this morning, I just wanted to know how easily I could get you into that state and if it truly was me, that was arousing you." I said, truthfully. He looked up for a second. He was laughing. I hadn't expected laughter.
"Are you kidding me? Of course it was bloody you arousing me! All of fucking London is aroused by you! You could make me hard in the snap of a finger, the blink of an-...." he stopped abruptly, seemingly realising what he'd just admitted. I smiled triumphantly.
"I see." I said slowly. So my coworker and flatmate, John Watson, was turned on by me. And not just that, he was easily turned on by me. I leaned forward and placed my hand on his upper thigh and slowly started rubbing. He looked up at me, nervously. Perhaps even warning me, that if I continued fucking with him like this, he'd react. That's okay. I wanted a reaction.
"Sherlock, might I ask what you're doing?" John asked. It was clear to me that he was focusing on his breathing, so as not to gasp or moan. Already? I chuckled.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied, looking him straight in the eye. My hand slowly got higher until my index was lightly brushing his crotch. I leaned in closer to observe his breathing pattern. I was only a few centimetres away from his lips, for sure. I had an unexpected urge to kiss John. In surprise, I just kept my head there, forgetting what it was that I was trying to achieve.
"Well are you going to kiss me or not?" John asked. He sounded somewhat annoyed with me. I cleared my throat and decided against it. I pulled my face away. I also removed my hand from John's upper thigh. He furrowed his eyebrows. I was still trying to figure out why I'd had such an intense urge. It was more than possible that I was perhaps... attracted to John. I looked at him. He had a nice face. I looked lower. Nice torso, strong arms, impressive... package. It was all too likely that this morning I was just as aroused as he was. Unsure how to go about this, I retreated farther into my chair and closed my eyes.
"That's it, then?" He asked. He was mad again. I groaned. When wasn't he mad?
"Yes, that's it. I have my results, however confusing they may be." I said slowly, not looking in his direction, or even opening my eyes. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a weight on my lap. My eyes opened. John was on top of me, his hands slowly coming up to land in my hair. Without another word, he leaned in and I found myself subconsciously leaning in as well. Our lips met and we started kissing. I hadn't done this before. John pulled my head closer so that he could deepen the kiss. His tongue slid between my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him questioningly. I started to work with him and incorporated my tongue too. Although I wouldn't have exactly saw this coming, I found I was aroused, yet again. I didn't want to stop. I picked up my arms from uselessly sitting at my sides and brought them to John's neck and pulled him even closer. I thought I heard John lightly gasp, so I let one of my hands leave from his neck and start to run down his chest. Apparently it hadn't been John gasping.
"Oh my god." A voice came from the doorway.
I didn't see the issue. I couldn't care less if someone was there, I didn't want to stop. I ran my hands down his sides and tried to deepen the kiss but he was flying off my lap when he heard someone at the door. I sighed and looked to see who had interrupted. I was very surprised to see Irene Adler, the woman, standing in our doorway. When I looked over to gauge John's reaction he was already running off to his bedroom.
"So, Sherlock, this is why you'd never answer my texts, huh?" She quarried. She looked as if she was torn between asking to join in or breaking down crying.
"There are many reasons I don't respond." I said solemnly. I wanted her out and quickly, so that I could continue with John. She sighed and tried to enter the living room. I stood.
"You're not welcome in here." I said quickly. When she didn't reply I saw the hurt on her face. I simply gestured to the door.
"Goodbye." I said, gesturing again.
"You didn't even ask why I came." She said, pursing her lips, likely as not to cry. I chuckled.
"Didn't care. Still don't. Done with you. Bye." I walked over and tried to shut the door in her face. She kept it open with her pointed shoe. She glared at me.
"Don't worry John, I didn't screw your boyfriend." She yelled, still maintaining the glare. I pushed her foot out of the way and closed and locked the door. I groaned. Now I just needed to find John and get back to- wait. There was no reason for me to desperately be wanting to continue what had happened. I engaged in this rouse to see if John was attracted to me. I found that he was. Isn't that all there is to it? I should be done right now, I should be moving on to my next case. I sat down, but I couldn't keep the thought of his tongue on mine out of my head. I've never been one for hiding what I wanted to say, so I got up to go find John and tell him how badly I wanted to kiss him again.
I went off and stood in his doorway. He looked up from sitting in a chair in his room and made eye contact. He blushed. Why was he the one blushing? I stood there waiting for him to do it again. When he just sat there nervously pretending to look at the floor, I figured I'd start it. I moved into his room and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him up. He stood, looking at me wide-eyed. I kissed him. He kissed back, although much more reluctantly this time. I roughly bit his bottom lip and scored a loud moan from him. Hearing John moan made me feel very hot all over. I pinned him up against his bedroom wall, one of my hands on his back and the other slowing falling down to his pants. I'm not sure why, it just felt right. John pushed me off of him. I stumbled back, very confused.
"You're attracted to me. Why don't you want to kiss me?" I asked. John stared at me as if he was dumbfounded.
"Am I that bad?" I asked, chuckling. John's mouth was open and his eyes wide. He shook his head frustratedly and then looked back to see I was still expecting a response.
"It's embarrassing for me, Sherlock!" He said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. I scrunched up my face.
"I... I'm trying to understand, but I don't see.." I trailed off in deep thought. Maybe I'd missed something. John just stood there staring at me.
"It's embarrassing because you have so much sex appeal and here you are, twisting me around your finger, making me moan and get all worked up. And just for some experiment." John said. I looked up, my head tilted.
"No, John, the experiment is over." I said. He stared at me a little longer.
"Then why did you come in here and kiss me?" John asked challengingly. For that, I had no answer. I couldn't seem to look at him straight and for some reason I felt my face getting hot. This didn't feel right. I looked him in the eyes.
"Maybe I'm attracted to you too." I said. It was weird to announce before even knowing if it was true for myself but it at least seemed to be. John looked down-to-earth again, but looked like he was having none of this.
"Haha. No." He said sternly. I didn't understand.
"No?" I asked stepping towards him.
"No, Sherlock Holmes. I'm not falling for another one of your bullshit acts. First you pretended to be high, next you pretend you're going to have sex with me.." John was starting to ramble but got very quiet.
"Which of those bothered you more?" I asked, stepping closer again. I wanted to see lust on his face. I wanted to be what put it there.
"I don't- I don't know, Sherlock. You can't just pretend you want to have sex with someone and then leave them all horny." John said, crossing his arms. He really did seem upset.
"Is that not what you're doing to me right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. John blushed and looked me up and down.
"This conversation is over. I'm not going to discuss anything that just happened ever again." John said, holding his temples. I sighed.
"I'll have you talking about this soon enough. And then I'll have you moaning my name." I said as I walked out of his room.
