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“John,” Sherlock started as the pair approached the shorter man waiting for them by the door “Miss Boren here ha-”
“Oh please” the young woman interrupted, “call me Andrea.”
“Very well” he beamed down at her. “Andrea has given me Mr. Hance’s personal number so I can try to get a piece in the next show.” The smile on his face appeared warm to anyone looking at it, but to John there was a message written there yes, I know I don’t have anything to submit. Yes, this is just to speak with James Hance. No, don’t say a word.
“Right,” John spoke up after clearing his throat, “that’s fantastic, Sherlock, really great.” He gave the detective a smile of his own that said of course I’ll play along, but you will tell me what this is about when we leave here. “Getting your work in a gallery could help put you on the next level.” John followed the two back out to the front of the building, all the while the phone was practically burning a hole in his pocket. Deciding that he could no longer stand it, he inquired as to the location of the bathroom.
“Oh, it’s just down that hall,” Andrea answered, pointing to the long corridor on the opposite side of the room. “Second door on the left.”
“Ta,” John nodded his thanks and started for the loo. Inside the safety of the small, windowless room, he retrieved the device that held the answers to so many of the questions he had. He made quick work of typing in and syncing his new e-mail address using the information Mycroft had provided him with.
Unread Messages: 72
Bloody hell John thought to himself as he stared at the screen in front of him. He didn’t have much time; soon Sherlock would start to wonder what was keeping him. His eyes scanned the list of messages, stopping on the most recent. His heart nearly stopped when he realised it had today’s date next to it. He took a deep breath before bringing his finger up and tapping the screen.
To: HolmesS_Detective@outlook.co.uk
From: WatsonJH@outlook.co.uk
Subject: Plug
Body:
We’re going out this morning, I know how excited you are to finally have a case and I think this will make the day a bit more memorable.
Here’s what you’re going to do, Sherlock. You’re going to go to the back of your wardrobe and get out the box of toys you don’t think I know about. You’re going to open it and take out that red plug, the one that is ribbed and has the small bullet inside it, you know the one I’m talking about. I want you to go over to the bed and get on your knees, be sure to grab plenty of lube; you’re going to need it. Once you get all wet and slick for me, I want you to insert two of your fingers and stretch yourself, spread the lube around for me.
You’re going to bring the plug up and slowly start putting it in. You’ll be able to take the first half of it fairly easy, love, but the base gets bigger than anything you have used before, you’re going to have to take your time. We wouldn’t want you hurting yourself, now would we? That’s my job. It’s going to sting, and you’re going to love it. Don’t stop, no matter how much it burns, I don’t want you stopping until the plug is buried all the way inside of you. The pain won’t be anything you can’t handle, and when it’s deep in your arse, you’ll thank me for making you do this.
I don’t want you getting any ideas; you’re not allowed to touch yourself quite yet. Now you’re going to get dressed and we’re going to start the day. Be sure to bring the remote, put it on your key ring. I’ll let you control the speed, but you’re going to have the vibration on the entire time, is that understood? Only when we’re home am I going to give you the relief of coming, and I want you to imagine it’s my cock shoved deep in your ass as you touch yourself.
Your Doctor
The e-mail was short and to the point, but the message was clear: Sherlock was walking around with a butt plug, and had been all day long. Furthermore, he had the remote with him right now. John was sure all of the oxygen had been sucked from the room as he closed the message on the screen. His memory had flashed to the taxi ride to the gallery where Sherlock had snapped at him for fidgeting in his seat. It was making sense to him now as it dawned on him that every time he moved, he was sending little jolts of pleasure straight to the detective. No wonder he wore such a pained expression, he was desperately trying to keep his face emotionless. John chuckled as he walked back out to the front of the gallery where Sherlock stood waiting for him.
“About time,” the detective spoke up before turning to open the door and heading out to the street to hail another taxi. John followed dutifully behind him as they climbed into the seat of the cab that had pulled up to the kerb. Before Sherlock had a chance to open his mouth, the doctor gave the man behind the wheel an address while he ignored the questioning gaze Sherlock was currently giving him.
“I’m starving, Sherlock. We’ve been at this all morning, I need to eat.”
“Surely you could pick a restaurant closer to home? That's a rather unsavory part of the city, you know.”
John shrugged, “Sarah told me there is a great little Chinese place down there, sort of a well-kept secret.”
Sherlock didn’t say anything, just sulked back against the seat and shifted his weight around. The man next to him turned to look out of the window to keep his companion from seeing the smile spread across his face. Sure, John could eat, but it wasn’t a matter of life and death. Besides, Sherlock was right, the restaurant wasn’t in the best area, but that’s exactly why he wanted to go there. The drive was going to be a long one, one that John had no problem covering the fare for. Their route would take them down twists and turns, and more importantly, very large sections of broken tarmac and pot holes that the city had neglected.
They were halfway to their destination, and still had about fifteen minutes in the cab by the time they were arriving to the stretch of road that John had been hoping they’d take. The tires rolled over holes, sending the car bouncing and the doctor had angled himself to face Sherlock now, drinking in every little expression that crossed his face. His eyes were closed and his hands were knotted in fists at his side as he let out a shaky breath.
“John, I’m not sure why you insisted on driving out this far. We’re wasting time; I need to speak with James Hance!” His voice sounded angry, and if John didn’t know the real reason behind the snappy tone, he might be taken aback, but seeing as the man sitting within arm’s reach was currently fighting the urge to come in his pants like a teenager, John figured he could cut him some slack.
“We’re going because I want to, Sherlock.” He did an internal dance when the detective’s eyes snapped up and met his own. John did an impressive job of keeping his gaze hard when he finished with “that’s a good enough reason.” With that final statement, he knew the conversation was over and he had won. Sherlock’s pupils dilated just enough for John to notice, and he held Sherlock’s eyes with his own, the battle of wills had begun yet again. He waited for the ebony haired man beside him to look away, which didn’t take as long as he thought it might. A nice flush of pink had kissed the detective’s alabaster cheeks, and he turned to stare out of his window. John felt a rush of heat go straight to his groin as the man he found so captivating had buckled under his scrutiny. In that instant he got a glimpse of what it would be like to have Sherlock submit to him, and he loved it.
The silence was broken by a barely audible moan as the cab came to an abrupt stop when a child ran out in the road. John hardly heard the driver complaining about “damn kids”, his entire focus was on Sherlock who was gritting his teeth together and John couldn’t help but tease the detective a little bit. “Sorry, did you say something?”
“No” the strained response came from the beautiful man next to him, and John smiled.
“Oh sorry, thought I heard something.” The two continued in silence as they rolled down the street and pulled up to a building that was clearly no longer operational.
“Well,” came the clearly aggravated voice of a one Mr. Sherlock Holmes “that was a complete waste of time.”
“Yeah, guess so. Shame.”
“221B Baker Street please.” Sherlock told the cabbie who sat waiting for instructions.
The duo rode back to the flat, Sherlock biting back moans of pleasure with every bump they drove over, and John pretending not to notice while trying to figure out how exactly he was going to acquire the remote that his flatmate was currently in possession of.
To his surprise, Sherlock handed the fare over to the driver and included a sizable tip without hesitation and nodded a polite “Thank you, I apologise for wasting your time.” The driver waved the fare in the air and laughed “not a problem at all mate.” John smiled at Sherlock’s interaction with the cabbie, letting him know he was proud of his behaviour. The detective beamed wider at the unspoken compliment.
The two approached the door and John gave his trousers a pat as he pretended to look for his keys. “Seem to have left my keys in the flat, Sherlock. Do you mind?” He held out the palm of his hand, not giving Sherlock any other choice but to hand over his key ring. “Thanks” John smiled up and unlocked the door, letting his fingers dance over the small silver and purple rectangular remote with a single button on it.
“What’s this?” He asked innocently, and he pushed the button before Sherlock had a chance to react. He watched the detective’s entire body stiffen as he closed his eyes and bit his lip.
“Nothing!” Sherlock hissed and quickly snatched the ring out of John’s hand and marched up the stairs two at a time, letting himself into the flat without a backwards glance.
The doctor walked up after him, with the biggest smile dancing across his lips as he entered the flat.
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