Boyfriend Development Program

John was lying on the bed, looking at the sky reflected in the window.

Time gradually passed in his trance, without the hindrance of curtains, the sky was unobstructed. John saw the sky gradually change from dark blue to dark blue, and a frame of stars changed from dim to bright, shining like pearls on a blue cloth. Only then did he really realize that the night was already deep.The next moment, a mechanical sound broke his gaze towards the sky——

"Ding, the game is on, please host to choose a 24-hour game plot: 1. Boyfriend commits suicide, 2. The case turns around, 3. An unexpected visitor."

John was slightly taken aback, and turned his head subconsciously.Under the cold moonlight, he saw the alarm clock on the bedside table showing 12:01.

It's past midnight.

...Very well, before I knew it, it was time to choose the daily plot again. John pursed his lips, a hasty short smile appeared on his face, and thought silently in his heart: Let's see what "surprise" is today.In terms of the urine nature of this game console, there is an unknown "deep meaning" behind each option.Take yesterday as an example, John chose the "Detective Skills Training Day", and as a result, the skills were really developed - he had to admit this, but the strength of the execution... John pursed his lips, trying to give himself a Smile, and ultimately failed.He even wondered if all this was intentional by the game console, oh, he seemed to have forgotten that the game console was also imagined by him, did that mean a huge conflict between his subconscious and reality?Traveling through all time nodes, violating all physical phenomena, just to keep Sherlock with some kind of deformed existence—his hallucination—by his side?

This is... so ridiculous.

He is tired.

John thought of the quarrel with Seamus a few hours ago, the sadness and hopelessness in the confrontation and compromise, as well as the memories and thoughts floating in the dark... Rubbing between his brows, John felt a little physically and mentally exhausted for a moment.In the ear, there is a loud reminder from the game machine: Please choose the host as soon as possible, otherwise the system will choose 1 by default.

——Death day?Holmes without a case is like a human bomb, which may explode at any time, isn't it just "death"?

John smiled briefly, pressed 2, and the world was at peace.He waited for the system to remind again.

……

"Ding, the loading is complete, and the plot of the case is starting."

Finally, the mechanical sound of the game machine came again, just like the reminders that would come after the daily selection, but today it took several times longer than usual. John frowned indistinctly.He once suspected that the game console was actually real.However, his psychiatrist Hannibal told him that everything was an illusion.His hallucinations of sherlock led to the disorder of the timeline, and the struggle between the "ego" and the "id" caused a certain deviation in the authenticity of the game console.

"But this doesn't negate the fact that it only exists in your illusion." When he said this, Hannibal's expression was extremely solemn.

John chose to believe him.

The little man turned his body sideways, adjusted his sleeping position, and let his mind go again.He chose danger again, and as his dear roommate had said, he missed them, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through him, the days when he was guided by a man with curly hair and high cheekbones and pale skin next to him. ——In the days when there was no war, he chose to solve the case together.And now, without Sherlock, he frantically used Seamus as a substitute.

Yes, insane.These senses of touch and thoughts are like poison, once contaminated, they can easily adhere to the bone marrow and penetrate into the blood, making it difficult to peel off, and even touching them causes a painful pain. "Sherlcok..." Even muttering the other person's name softly, John felt the burning pain in his lungs.

It can't go on like this.

Turning over, John closed his eyes, trying hard to fall asleep.In the darkness, the man in blue silk pajamas gradually changed from blur to clarity.The next second, the other party turned his head, the curly curly hair looked very beautiful under the blurred golden light, and those piercing eyes were shining brightly...

Turn over again.The man held out his hand to him, with a smirk on his face and a sickly flush on his high cheekbones, and he said to him, "Come with me, John."

follow me……

follow me……

John, who was drowsy and a little sleepy, suddenly woke up, his eyes stared straight ahead for a while, until his unfocused vision clearly saw the cold moonlight reflected on the door, reflecting the brown Looking at the wooden door, he saw dust quietly floating in a few wisps of dim light, and saw his laptop screen flashing white light, but he didn't see that person.In the darkness, under the dead silence, there was gradually a violent panting sound, and it became clearer and clearer.

It took a long time before John realized that it was his own breathing.

After calming his breath, John closed his eyes again, but he couldn't find the previous foggy state, and his mind became clearer and clearer.After tossing for a long time, John opened his eyes resignedly, hesitated for a while, and picked up the white vial that was on the bedside table and hadn't been opened since Seamus appeared.The words "sleeping pills" could be vaguely seen on the bottle body. He unscrewed the cap and took out a piece. He observed the few rays of light floating in the room for a while, pulled his facial muscles, and made a tentative smile. Actions.

John swallowed the pill.

After finishing everything, the little man lay back on the bed again, closed his eyes, and looked peaceful.He knew Sherlock - his Sherlock - would pay another visit.

In the vast expanse of darkness, a little bit of golden light slowly overflowed.In this golden light, a man walked towards him, curly hair, high cheekbones, pale skin... John felt the tension in his body, and there was a grunt in his mouth, unable to form: Sherlock.This is his sherlcok.Belongs only to him john·h·waston.

The golden light fades and the scene regenerates.

Sherlcok approached John's bed, his light green eyes became thicker due to being stained with an increasingly gloomy blue.He stared—almost without concealing all the emotion in his eyes—on John, and a deep whisper escaped from his thin and tightly pressed lips: "John."

"Sher..." John found his own slightly choked voice.The moment the first syllable was uttered, the little man closed his mouth in panic: even if it was a hallucination, such an emotional expression is never allowed.

Weakness is not allowed.

"John, don't you look like me at all?" Sherlock pouted and complained.

"Oh, for God's sake." John gradually controlled his uncontrollable mind.He stared at Sherlock's face, handsome as always, as if the passage of these months hadn't changed him in any way. (well, this is his hallucination, of course there can't be any change. John chuckles to himself.) John propped up his upper body to get a better, greedy look at Sherlock.With eyes glued, John leaned back in fear, only to realize that the distance between them was so close that he could even feel the breath from his good roommate on his face.

John shivered suddenly, he thought his face must be red.

"John." Sherlock's fingers traced the little red tide on the little man's face, and asked eagerly, "Can I kiss you?"

"Ohgod, yes." John muttered, avoiding those gray-green eyes unnaturally.Even with the lines and facial expressions he designed, John still felt that the light in those eyes was too dazzling.

The warm lips pressed against each other, and they rubbed lightly at first, sharing each other's warmth and softness. "Hmm." John trembled, closed his eyes involuntarily, raised his head slightly, and sought the touch of the other's lips even more eagerly. Sherlock's tongue took the opportunity to slide in from John's slightly parted lips, and started a new round of conquest familiarly.Sweeping, ravaging, licking... The kiss was like a storm, making John breathless. Until the end of this long kiss, John could only sink into the tingling pleasure absently.

——Obviously he designed the kiss, why the hell is sherlock like this!

Just when John was thinking about this question, his imaginary good roommate had a new action:

Sherlock entered the bed...

sherlock ripped off his clothes...

Sherlock's cool fingertips touched his pajamas...

……

Everything is going on in an orderly and orderly manner.When the pleasure climbed to the top, John arched and moaned and released it in Sherlock's hands.In the room, a lewd and sweet smell soon filled the air.

"John." Covered by layers of aftertaste, John heard Sherlock's deep and urgent voice, calling his name, "John! John!" Sherlock's voice became louder and louder, and finally it sounded like thunder. In john's ear: "john!!"

John woke up suddenly.A magnified handsome face came into his eyes, and the startled little man subconsciously stepped back. "Boom"!It was the loud sound of John's head hitting the head of the bed.Thanks to this collision, John completely woke up from the dream, and recognized the face that was only a few inches away from his head.

"Oh, fu...seamus!" John scratched his head and grinned, "Why are you here?!"

Sherlock withdrew his gaze from looking at John, stood up unhurriedly, dusted off the unnecessary pajamas, and replied blankly: "There is something new. I mean the case."

"For God's sake, it's 3 o'clock in the morning!" John glanced at the alarm clock subconsciously, and the place where he was hit became more and more painful, "Is there anything we can't talk about in the morning!"

"Will killed the murderer, and the murderer's body has been transported to Butts Hospital." Sherlock looked at him condescendingly, "You said that we will be with you to solve the case. So, are you coming?"

"Examine the body?" John asked suspiciously, "Is there any doubt about the case?" - at least, Sherlock never cared about the solved cases.

"You can't decide until you see the corpse." The moonlight fell on Sherlock's face, with a jade-like luster, "Will you go?"

"Jesus is above, of course." John sighed resignedly, he moved a bit and was about to stand up, when a cold feeling came from the base of his thigh. John froze for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have reacted to something, avoiding Sherlock's sight with an embarrassed expression, "You go out first. I'll be right away."

"Why?" Sherlock asked suspiciously, he glanced at John, and soon his eyes were glued to a certain place under the quilt—just covering John's thighs, and his voice stopped abruptly, "I don't think——" Sherlock faked Smiling, some kind of strange light floated in the gray-green eyes.

This line of sight was so sharp that John suddenly felt that all his secrets had been revealed, and he couldn't help moaning from the bottom of his heart: Damn Holmes!Damn deduction!Oh my god, look at that look, seamus must already know what happened!What should he do in the future... Wait, what is this increasingly curious gaze?Oh, for God's sake, Seamus doesn't want to study the composition of that damned liquid!

Thinking of this, John became more and more embarrassed, and growled: "Seamus, now, right now!"

"Unfortunately... 5 minutes."

Sherlock withdrew his interested gaze, suppressed the curiosity in his eyes, and muttered regretfully.He raised his chin, and Shi Shiran floated out.