Sherlock's POV
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I would like to say that sharing a flat with John hasn't been much of an impact on my life.
I would like to say that but I can't.
The first night John stumbled through the door drunk was the first night I had been clean in over three years.
As I watched him fall face first on to the rug I decided to get up and help the poor sod.
Little did I know, that was my big mistake.
Showing compassion for this boy in helping him to his room, where normally in a situation like this I would just let someone sleep on the floor.
After safely tucking him in his bed I felt the need to stay and make sure he was alright, another odd thing.
The next morning when he awoke he was surprised to say the least that he was in bed and that I was sitting in the chair beside him.
Having not slept nor moved all night I was in the same thinking position from the night before, hands together under my chin and feet firmly planted on the floor.
Once he had alerted me of his awakening I promptly stood up and headed to exit the room.
"Sherlock?" I heard him mumble when I was at the door.
"Yes John?" I asked with an unusual warmth to my tone.
"Th..thanks" he slurred out and rolled over, no doubt that he was going back to sleep.
After having made sure of the steady snores coming from john's room and locking the door to mine, I was finally able to retrieve the black box from underneath my bed.
One night in three years wasn't going to make me suddenly quit cold turkey.
With the needle in my hand I felt like I was complete.
As the cool metal slipped into my arm with ease I felt as if nothing in this world could touch me.
Once the drugs attacked my system I could feel all emotion slipping off.
A state of pure numbing bliss that I had grown accustomed to over the past few years.
Removing the needle from my arm and placing it securely back in its box I let myself lie down and close off my connection to the world.
Nothing mattered.
John's POV
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I don't remember much of last night.
What I do remember was waking up to see Sherlock sitting beside my bed looking deep in thought.
He left and I was left to fall back asleep.
When I woke up again a few hours later I realized that I was painfully hard due to a rather interesting dream involving myself and my new flat mate.
Not wanting to be disappointed I decided to walk to sherlocks room and see what he was up to.
What I didn't expect to see was him laying on the bed looking as if he had taken a horses dosage of tranquilizers.
Being the good friend I am, I walked over to him and propped him up on the pillow.
As soon as I had touched him it seemed to evoke a plethora of reactions from him.
One of those reactions being a stirring in his nether region.
Being taken over by my aroused body I took the chance to climb onto his bed and straddle his hips.
I don't know if it was the fact that he was obviously high or if he just plain liked it but Sherlock willingly let into his lap and even began tugging at my sweater in hopes to remove it.
Once he had successfully removed my shirt, i was sadly outnumbered in the clothes department but I quickly fixed that with a roll of my hips and a slight moan.
Feeling his largely growing erection only sparked my movements further and when he was shirtless I finally heard him make a sound.
"God you filthy whore. You love this don't you?" he growled out catching me by surprise yet still egging on my actions.
I leant down and whispered in his ear
"Mm yeah. Hungry for you baby. I'll beg for it if I have too."
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A/N
Well hahaha okay hello yes I know that escalated quickly but it's my story so I don't give a fuck. Love it. Hate it. That's your opinion.
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