Watson muttered something under his breath. Sherlock didn't bother to decode it, knowing it was most likely another witty comment of their situation.

"Oh Watson, dearest Watson I wish you would cheer up"

his cold flatmate and colluege sat curled up in a sort of upright fetal potition. A blanket that had small holes chewed through it drapped over his shoulders
still moist from the storm his clothes too wet to wear without catching hypothermia.

"at least we caught the man"

"wrong Holmes,"

he hissed from the beat up bed

"we didn't catch him, we drove him to a trap five miles from here and now were stuck"

the clear irritation in Watson bothered Sherlock, for once Holmes HADN'T planned for them to even end up where they were. He had in mind something a little more...
dare he say, romantic. Sherlock wouldn't dare touch John out of fear of losing the only person in the world he cared for. The evening was supposed to suggest something
of a sexual interest of sorts,it would've only mattered if John shared the interest and took his friendly 'hints' and responded.He only took the case due to his annoy
habit of curiosity.Now he found himself madami tempted than ever. Like one of those fantasies... he'd had lately, something he definitly wasn't used to, a sexually
fantasy, one where Watson was in a state of vulnerabilty needing either comfort or warmth. And now he found himself in what he longed for so badly.

"Oh Watson, don't be so negative."

He knew it was a stupid thing to say, he'd dragged him out here promising a magical evening and wound up nude under a chewn away blanket at a forgotten inn.
Sherlock hid his burned kulay-rosas face sa pamamagitan ng facing away, oh how he wanted to hold the shaken body, still his cold cry and turn them into groans of pleasure.

"Holmes..."

The beauty in John's voice churned the usually collected detectives stomach.

"yes.."

"strip."

It was quick, sincere. Stern, Sherlock felt his chest drop like a large final exasperated huff.

"pardon?"

"Your clothes I want them"

Relizing his misunderstanding, and a lingering feeling of defeat Holmes didn't feel as his cocky self-confident self. He was almost angry at the feelings he felt
for this man, and not being in control of them. The great Sherlock distraught on account of a personal involvement.

"Holmes you dragged me out here! I want your clothes"

"no."

The stubborn man slumped in the corner as though uttering the cowardly and self-assured responce was some sort of triumph, John frowned at the back if the neglectful
man. He stood up, and promptly walked over to Holmes to retrieve what he thought was rightfully his. Sherlock as usual was disconnected from reality, Nawawala in a trail of
perversion. John placed a firm hand on sherlocks shoulder and spun him around to a sight Holmes couldn't even imagine, Even his wildest perverse fantasies couldn't
conjure up an image so... provocative. There... before his very eyes was Watson, threads hung over his shoulders falling onto his perfectly figured chest, a tail
of silk like fabric trailing him, completely exposed, damp hair, a few drips of untouched water reflecting off his bare stomach. A completely moistened torso met
sherlocks eyes and he slowly tranced upward, enticed sa pamamagitan ng every cm of this figure begging to be stroked, and than his eyes met Watsons... HIS watson.
John bend in, placing his hands on the back of sherlocks chair, bringing his flawless face exchanging heated breaths, the silence was broken by

"strip."

hypnotized, Sherlock felt a shiver numb his body from the neck down, with the exception of a certain throbbing member. Holmes leaned in and ever so carefully brushed
Watson's hair behind his ear, He heard the irragular breath from johns now quivering lips,

"I promise to make the evening up to you"

He felt watson's skin tingle, and watson grew weak and limp, mesmerized and flustered sa pamamagitan ng the complete romance in every word, clutching onto it, like an exotic
taste it played in his head, as it would play in his mouth.Seeing and being estatically pleased with John's acceptance to the advances, every so tenderly, like
he would shatter if he touched him any harder, sherlock led the naked watson onto his lap, lifting the blanket to midarm length, exposing the fragile chest of the now
panting man, excited, it was something new, something full of heat and tension, lightly grazing the shoulder wound on the now trembling john. Sherlock was madami pleased
than ever, like he had cracked the greatest code in the universe. Drawing an invicible line from the captivating scar along the thin frail neck and nuzzling
his hand between his ear and neck, Watson was persuaded into Sherlocks cheek, both boiling brushing faces like an affentionate cat, John felt a soft...oh such a
soft passionate halik on the nape of his neck. Delicately, sherlock sucked on the loose skin meeting his kwelyo bone he hoisted watson whom clutched to him with the
bit of strength he had, making a feeble attemp to return the affections but found himself too affected sa pamamagitan ng the enchanting cooing of his beloved friend whom he was
seeing for the first time in this form, sweating, panting, and wincing at the brushing hips grinding against his now aching erection.

"sher-lock..."

John whispered between gasps

"please... if, your.."

Sherlock pressed watson to the kama as he wrapped his legs around his beloved sherlock rubbing his hips along Holmes covered harden, flesh stiffy. Only provoking
the dominant man, taking his right hand and stroking quite skillfully teasing the head of John's groin, trembling John cocked his head to the side, and the looming
detective lunged in licking and kissing, sucking and panting, on the smooth tender neck, an open mouth heaved a strong warm gasp dragging his bottom lip along
Watson's chin, John giggled and the two men's eyes locked,

"I pag-ibig you... sherlock"

Heaved a spellbound doctor. Only further fetching Holme's enticement, The desirable man pumping below him breathing convulsively. He'd never got to admire
him... or anyone from this close, defined cheek bones, now disoriented with a look of lustor welding behind clear ever so beautiful blue eyes with a black framed
iris. Writhing beneath him, begging, pleading for entrance the man was only human he broke away very shortly to whip off his clothing... Shirt, shoes socks,
But before he could tear off his trousers the doctor collected himself and kneeled at the edge of the kama sherlock nearly a foot away,

"here..."

Watson redeemed his manhood sa pamamagitan ng pulling in the brown haired surprized sherlock sa pamamagitan ng the belt, now face to face John demanded the great detective's hands to hang limp as
he took control unzipping rapidly while keeping his forhead hovering below a smug sherlock. Watson fiddled with shivering hands toying with the sinturon until
Holmes grasped his hands sa pamamagitan ng the wrist and held them up, John looked up almost with a shot of bewilderment pupils dialated, calm as ever with a now rested mind sherlock
chucked and tilted his head his lips grazing his flatmates ear,

"what a lewd body"

spellbound sa pamamagitan ng the alluring appeal of his tone, johns eyes widened and he froze, than, for the first time, their lips met, at first it was soft and unexplorative, but
sherlock lifted open john's mouth, like skillfully picking a lock with his tounge he unhinged the jaw of the captivated man. Still grasping Johns hands he let them
down again to his trousers, the previously shaking hands were soothed sa pamamagitan ng the presence of the guiding hands of the towering beloved man. Still locked in their lips
embrace watson sucessfully dropped the bothersome pants. Taking off his undergarments Sherlock climbed onto the exquisite fair man carressing his most tender scars
but not daring to break the kiss,

"Auh-"

John cried in exstacy as the hands of the detective teasing his sack and slowly pushing down to the begging entrance Johns mouth was feeling empty, exhaling heavily
gaping open... Sherlock must've seen this because he gently bit his bottom lip intensifying the groans and arching his back pressing his body to his flatmates and
newly found lover chest, again he felt the heated breath upon his already smoldering cheek bone,

"can I-"

Holmes was interupted sa pamamagitan ng the lifting hips crushing and circling against holmes, in shock he looked up to see the lascivious look of the breathless doctor, only
bekoning his highly taboo actions, he prodded himself further into his moaning companion. Pressing him onto the worn out kama (which was surprizingly still standing)
holding him horizontally, placing his now cold hand on watsons lower back, he broke away, worming in exstacy, unable to excape the absolute guilty pleasure he felt
rejuvuvinating his body. Watson though titillated, managed to gain strength in his arms, pulled them behind sherlocks head, having worked on many injuries in the past
he used his knowledge quite senually brushed against the very back of his neck, a little favored to the right causing the larger man to cry in john's amusement he
grinned, no one knew their way around this man madami than him, which must've made him feel pretty powerful because he continued circled with his ring finger, panting
in the fulfillment of it all, sherlock was pressured down with the very carefully timed stroking until his face fell into Johns shoulder, his exasperated huffs
muffled sa pamamagitan ng flexing, tensed musles, his lips brushing against the slender neck, breath in rythm with his push. Watson exhaled deeply as the man nuzzled to his quite
sensitive kwelyo bone began nipping at the corner of his shoulder, Johns grip tightened, first his hands gripped the back of the black locks, than rolling his hips
he nested his burnt face into sherlocks neck. Holmes felt hisself on the verge of climaxing, and gathered himself apon John whose teary eyes, sanguine cheeks and
erotic expression glanced up due to the unexpected shift

"auh... m-"

the doctors stifled whimper was cut short sa pamamagitan ng an climatic kiss, both men came in this minuto of devoted embrace. The room seemed hushed when both regained their breath.

"well that was-"

"yes... yes it was"

watson akwardly hovered his hand above the raising and falling abdomen before dropping in and sighing silently with content. This comfort for which he waited for five
years, and now that graceful brilliant hand rested behind him, reassuring him of holmes devotion and care.

"Watson.."

the sleuth began john sat up, a hand still rested on his stomache. breathing finally shallowed,

"yes?"

Watson said, sherlock smiled at his keen sense of the sincerity in his words bringing him upright.

"Oh no I shouldn't"

Holmes turned his head away giving mystery and drawing Johns attention, wide eyed pupils burning with curiousity, the elegant look of innnocence that intriged Sherlock
so much.

"What is it?"

Sherlock grinned at his now frantic partner, what they had just done earned a man a noose around his neck, Johns eyes fluttered with confusion, just the way the
detective liked it. He sat up, only furthering Watsons concern for either one of their well being. Turning lightly as though not to startle him, sherlock grasped the
mans shoulders tenderly, His wide blue eyes now unexplicablly watering,

"Holmes..."

The mans passion still reflected through his whisper, Holmes stroked his ear with his thumb before pursueding him against his body, again both men felt the warm
tension they'd experienced only moments ago, Sherlock smug, self satisfied smile beamed as he teased the younger mans with with the senuality of his voice,

"Watson.."

He began in a voice so mesmerizing John quivered and closed his eyes

"yes?.."

feeling dizzy the doctor rested against the firm body which held him into place, as sherlocks lips lighty grazed him, he felt a michevious grin balutin onto the other
mans face, a shudder unclear of negative or postive reaction rang through him

"Your very good at being a woman"

John felt his cheeks blossom with anger, confusion, flattery and of course resentment to the now laughing sherlock who was very pleased with his joke, he was both
humoured at the expense of his pride and seeking revenge. Watson hated himself for it but he felt his lips curl and sputter out a chuckle at the complete walang tiyak na layunin
behaviour of the impulsive man he'd fallen so very suddenly for. He smiled endearingly towards Sherlock as his mind came alive with a come back and he whipped into
action, taking sherlocks wrists and halik them tenderly,taken aback sa pamamagitan ng the spontanious insinuation, His breath sped as did his puso as john pulled the torn blanket
over his shoulders giving him the sexual appeal that started this all, heated breath upon sherlocks wrists was an emmense turn-on, Watson dragged his bottom lip on the
now flushed and shocked holme's thumb, his arm now completely controlled sa pamamagitan ng John, he lifted his head tilting upwards and the half closed his eyes in the same fashion as
he had when verging climax, he brought down Holmes arm and set it on his lap before bringing either knee to the side of the tranquilized fascinated Holmes, still
breathing warmly, he pressed the sedated man against the beds wooden frame, with one finger tracing down the now hardened man, as he reached sherlocks manhood he closed
his eyes giving the illusion that he too was being pleasured in the same manner, sherlocks length begging for something, now spilling over without anything but a small
finger grazing it John smiled, a smug-I-have-won smile, and tracing the finger back up and spreading it againts his peck the blanket gently caressing sherlocks shaken
body, he leaned in, the same way sherlock had thrice that evening flirted through his words he spoke in a seductive manner, causing the wide eyed holmes to almost drool,
he sighed against him passionately halik than pulling his soft bottom lip along sherlock, whom at this point was buldging both his eyes and his junk, john whispered

"oh sherlock..."

Watson smiled smugly at the thought of this power, at any moment he would stand up and sherlock paralyzed wouldn't be able to do anything as I steal his clothes, of
course this was the thinking of watson after having mind blowing sex, his head was still hot and he didn't plan out Holmes having any actions in return, finally
feeling that sherlock was to shocked to do anything John chuckled and raised his head from the side of Sherlocks lips, he was about to 'unmount' (though he really
wasn't on anything before he felt two steady strong hands clasp either side of his cheek and he lifted his arms to protest he recieved a most fantastic kiss, his
arms fell atop of sherlocks wrists again, sherlock slowly sucked the taste of pleasurable heat from Watson's mouth and halik his now loose jaw before touching watson's
package which he hadn't noticed till this point had grown a considerable amount Sherlock curved his lips upward in his obvious victory,

"oh dear Watson,"

he snickered kindly, if thats possible

"have you forgotten"

calm and collected as usual sherlock regain tuktok position sucking again as he had only minutos ago,

"Your making pag-ibig to sherlock holmes..."

John felt a pinch of stupidity, and relized it would not be him doing the outwitting, no, rather it would be him doing the recieving.