Johnlock Shorts

Shot

"I'm scared, John..." Sherlock grabbed the leg of his pants out of anxiety and squirmed.

"I can see that." John gives a faint reassuring smile and rubs his shoulder. "I know shots stink, but we all have to get them."

"Mm..." Sherlock whines, burying his face in John's neck.

"As good as that feels, you know I can't be doing that in a doctor's office." John said, getting worked up. He got stimulated whenever Sherlock touched his neck.

"Oh, right." Sherlock smiles, brushing his lips by John's cheek before sliding his hand into his boyfriend's.

"Just pretend its morphine..." John said as the doctor carried in a needle.

"All good things hurt." Sherlock said, licking his lips.

John turned red. "Erm..."