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A Drunken Mans Words	By : Sherlocked221B Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 4319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Drunken Man's Words
- 2-In the Light of Day
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Sherlock looked up, eyebrow cocked in a rather inquisitive manner as John, drunk, came stumbling into the living room. Sherlock was still trying to figure out how he had managed to navigate the stairs without breaking his neck as John almost toppled over just trying to get his shoes off...
“What?” John snapped, trying with some difficulty to focus his eyes.
“Nothing,” Sherlock murmured,raising that eyebrow even higher. John felt himself stiffen in his trousers. Hell, the man's EYEBORWS even turned him on. He knew this would happen. Knew if he drank he would find it even harder to control himself and his feelings for the beautiful creature curled up in the armchair. Best just to be off to bed and not make a fool out of himself. He opened his mouth to say good night and what came out was,
“Get on with it then! What can the GREAT Sherlock Holmes DEDUCE about my evening?”
Sherlock chuckled at the dramatic air quotes John had chosen to throw up as he said “great” and “deduce.” It was curious how John was being confrontational instead of making the quick getaway his mind was TRYING to initiate. He also decided that since John was just going to pretend the erection straining against the front of trousers just didn't exist, that Sherlock should ultimately ignore it as well. While out at the pub in the company of some of his old army buddies, John had tried (been pushed?) to try and bring home a woman (man?), who had obviously turned him down, and now that he was embarrassed and apparently still quite aroused by the prospect of an amorous encounter, he was now lashing out at Sherlock for holding him up and keeping him from presumably going to bed and taking care of his aching loins himself...
However...THIS was curious...the thought of John...(wanking?)...was causing a stirring in Sherlock's own loins. Hmmm. Normally he didn't even...
“STOP IT!” John shouted. Sherlock's eyes widened.
'Sorry?”
“Dissecting me! Stop it!”
“But you said...?”
“I can see you judging me!” John slurred, waving his hand in a circle to indicate Sherlock's face (as if he didn't know where his face was? Honestly, John...) “Your face just keeps judging me!”
“I'm sorry, John, but even in your state you MUST be aware that...”
“In my STATE?”
“Well, yes. You're quite obviously intoxicated and...”
“Well OBVISOULY I'm intoxicated! THAT doesn't take a GENIUS to figure out! Obviously intoxicated,” Yet again, air quotes, this time trying to mimic Sherlock's baritone. “What else would it bloody well be? ARESNIC POISONING??”
“Now John, don't be absurd! If you had arsenic poisoning you would be...”
“Oh stop!” (Dramatic eye roll and some arm flailing this time! Drunk John was quite theatrical!) “Why, instead of talking don't you put that beautiful mouth to better use?”
You could almost see that sober part of John's brain screaming at the drunken part to bite his tongue. John's eyes widened, his mouth dropped open...he started stammering, trying to back pedal...and that damn eyebrow of Sherlock's was raised again. Sherlock was now as rock hard as John appeared to be...and hoping that since he was sitting down that John wouldn't notice...the idea of THIS...of bedding his friend (and roommate,remember!), had occasionally popped into Sherlock's head. Despite everything else extraordinary about him, he was still a man, and on occasions when cases had been slow his mind had drifted towards those thoughts...also, he knew John's thoughts on the whole thing. John was painfully easy to read. Maybe tonight..just maybe...
“What would you suggest I do with my mouth?” Sherlock asked carefully.
“I didn't...I just...don't listen to me. I'm drunk off my feet.”
“A drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts.” Sherlock mused. John stared at him, obviously even more embarrassed (and if possible, more aroused?) Sherlock could see the other man's mind working, fight or flight battle happening...
“Come to bed with me” John rushed. That however, was unexpected.
“Sorry?”
“I will never muster the courage sober. So come on. Let's do this. I won't regret it in the morning if that's what you're thinking. Regret will be the furthest thing from my mind knowing that I got to have what I'm sure is a deliciously HUGE..”
'Alright!” Sherlock jumped from his perch as if he had been shocked. “To bed! As you said, no time to waste!”
“Wait...what? But...you're just...what?” John was still stammering as Sherlock pushed him down the hall towards his own bedroom. No point in risking the stairs. John wasn't going to make it past his head hitting the pillow, let alone any other...IDEAS that he seemed so keen to act on at the moment. Sherlock wasn't kidding himself...he was JUST as keen to act, but not with John in this state. His feelings for John were a mystery to him., and now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, perhaps he would finally have a chance to explore them. He cared too much for John however to do anything that could possibly even be considered taking advantage of him.
After helping an almost passed out John out of his jumper and trousers, John collapsed onto Sherlock's bed, sprawled out on his back...Sherlock considered briefly heading to the living room to sleep, but then decided the easiest course of action in initiating something in the morning when John was sober would to already be in the bed with the man. Seemed logical to spend the night in here with John...just in case he should need anything...
Sherlock removed his dressing gown, crawling into bed in his shorts. John immediately rolled over to curl against Sherlock's side, muttering in his sleep and still very hard from what Sherlock could feel pressed against his thigh. John mumbled something that sounded like “In the morning” as he snaked his arm around Sherlock, his hand coming to rest on Sherlock's own VERY persistent erection. Sherlock sighed. It was going to be a long night...
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