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Disclaimer: Top John / Bottom Sherlock Don't own Sherlock Holmes (BBC) Sherlock and the Helpful Dr. John H. Watson MD. belong to sir Cannon Doyle Just fan fiction for fun and not for profit.

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John sat in bed it's been five minutes sinces he sent the picture.Maybe it didn't send...He flips through his phone ...."Oh god." he said when he seen who was sent the message. ..How the hell did he send it to Sherlock! !!? Panic and embarrassment flared up and pulled him under . Quickly as he could he pushed the call button ...

One ring ....Two ...Three ...

"Come on Sherlock pick up just this once. I don't want to text yo-" he grumbles to himselfm
"What?" Came Sherlock's baritone voice from the other end .
"Sherlock look about the message I sent you just delete it ...I meant to send it to Leeanna. Oh god I'm sorry geez- this is so embarrassing . I never send pictures like that to anyone. "He continued to ramble "But she put the idea onto my head and it seemed fun and harmless...You know something between the two of us. "
"John I don't want to hear about your boring extracurricular activities. I must have deleted whatever it is you are speaking of . Don go to bed John and don't waste your time with your dick in your hand . " --- Beep---
John looked down at his phone as the dial tone echoed in the empty room ...He couldn't stop the fit of laughter that escaped. Hearing Sherlock say that was so worth the embarrassment. Sherlock deleted it . They were both grown men ...It was all fine . He laughed for a little longer called Leeanna . Told her what happened they laughed together said their good night and John fell into a rather peaceful sleep.

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Sherlock lay in bed that night phone in one hand ….
His other in his mouth wetting each digit with saliva. He sucked and licked each finger eyes glued to the image on his phone. ......Reluctantly he pulled his fingers out his mouth with a wet pop. . Slowly he slides his moist fingers down his body.. Over his thin chest stoping at the tight nubs begging for attention ,he grazes a fingernail over each nipple and gives them a soft pinch . “Ah~" the sounds he keeps making are unwelcome but he can't stop them-
Everything's on fire building, Building. ...Intense heat and longing something he can't seem to control...His heart was racing. His mind slowly filling with white noise from the amount of endorphins filling his head . All the blood in his body was pooling at the bace of his bellym There is no hope for coherent thought. Slowly he made his way down first rubbing each thigh ..up and down just teasing ...Then finally he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock...The sharp pleasure made him cry out into his pillow. This was better than any drug...The thoughts of John and the overpowering euphoria that shot though his body with each stroke…It keep building , liquid fire in his vains. A twist his fist , the swipe of his thumb over the soft glands ...he couldn't hold back . The whole world disappeaed into the fog of pleasure . his chest was wet belly and hand were sticky . It was all so good ..... . He's became addicted
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Another three weeks went by since the text disaster ,as John calls it. Sherlock and John went back to normal. John went to work for a few hours, came back to help Sherlock on cases then went out with Leeanna on his rare free time . When he was busy they texted and flirted over the phone teasing and sending naughty pictures to each other.
Like to night he hasn't seen her in two weeks and just as he got back from a case took his shower and just settled into bed when he received a text .
"Hey Johnny wanna play a game ?"
John chuckled softly
"Sounds fun ."-Jw
She replies quickly.

"Let's see who can get the naughtiest photo with out our flatmates knowing . Rules are you can't be in your room while you take the picture. It has to be somewhere inside your flat ."
John's heart stops .... Then a mischievous smile crosses his face . This won't be easy with Sherlock in the flat -but if the detective happens to be in his mind palace -well he's going to win .
"you're on." Jw
The games starts. She sends one from the bathroom. She's just simply standing in front of the mirror like 19 year old taking a selfie - only she's nude. Then another from the dining room. Same selfie pose but with a wink.
John huffs and goes down to the bathroom . He fills the tub up .. with so many bubbles and suds it starts to slosh over the edges onto the floor. He gets undressed and sinks into the hot water . He leans over sets his phone across from the bathtub sets the timer on his camera. He poses making sure the suds were just covering his bits. Barely . He ran the bubbles down his chest and though his short blond hair. And waits the few seconds before the camera takes the picture. He dries his hands off with a near by towel and sends it.

He don't wait for her reply. He drains the tub wraps the towel around his waist and sneaks out to the kitchen. Sherlock was at the window soft notes humming from his violin. ..Obviously in deep thought. Good.
Saliently he creeps over to the table clears a spot to sit amongst the science equipment. If this doesn't win the game then nothing will.
He glances over to where Sherlock was still in his own little world good ...He feels sick with nerviness. God what has gotten into him. ... Ok so ,he has to make this quick. He carefully he sets his mobile up on the table. He spreads his shaking legs , his heart pounding ..if Sherlock catches him he's never going to live this down...
The towel in place. Just a thin cloth to cover- but not hide the shape and size of what's underneath. The water still dripping down his broad chest was chilling his skin...gooseflesh prickled his skin and he felt his nipples harden with the cool hair .... the camera snaps .
He scrambles to his phone and out the kitchen not caring if the picture might be blurry. That was horrifying. ..yet exciting. ...thrilling and fun....Knowing Sherlock could have turned around and seen him spread out on the table using his science equipment as a prop.....It sent a rush through him .
Once he was in the safety of the bathroom he looked the image over ...He smiled , he looked like a scientific model. Oh yeah he wins.....he sent it .....

BING-
To his horror.....Sherlock's phone chimed....

And in that same moment he received a text from her
"Give up so soon ?"
Oh no...no..no no...!! he flipped through his messages and again. ...He sent the pictures to ....oh god.....
Sherlock....
No way he should just die now someone kill him . There was no way he can explain this ..... He changes back into his pajamas . Meekly he walks into the sitting room ...The music long since stopped. ..and Sherlock stood there ..staring at his phone...
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