Boyfriend Development Program

Running in the dark alley, John tried to figure out what happened before——

First of all, a prostitute came to strike up a conversation, and Sherlock was very angry: his good roommate was so hard, it almost crushed his shoulders, and he never knew that Sherlock was so strong.Those gray-green eyes looked at him with a terrifying gaze, like a bloodthirsty vampire. (The moment this metaphor jumped out, the little man himself was taken aback.)

Immediately afterwards, when the atmosphere in the arena was extremely stagnant, a man suspected of being the target appeared, successfully attracting Sherlock's attention and saving him from the fire.

Then, the man approached a prostitute named Maryjane Kelly, hugged her and walked out of the bar. Sherlock and Jack looked at each other, and quickly chased them out.Oh, of course, his good roommate managed to drop a line while running: "John, keep up."

In the end, after a slight start, he followed Sherlock's instructions—as always, he also shook off the prostitute who had been pestering him, and rushed out of the bar quickly.

It was at that moment when John was stunned, and when John ran out of the bar, he only saw a familiar figure disappearing at the corner on the right.Almost without hesitation, the little man followed quickly. ——Well, John admitted that he was afraid of losing his good roommate: Sherlock never accommodated his tempo in handling cases!Even with this realization, he was still too late. John panted heavily and looked at the fork in front of him, and then looked around. It was pitch black, and there was no sign of Sherlock or Jack at all.

...So many forks, for God's sake which path Sherlock took!

After hesitating against the wall for a moment, the little man chose the alley on the right and started running again.

This area belongs to the slums in the East End of London. Since the street lamp was smashed by some naughty ghost, the whole area has never been illuminated by street lamps.Only the moonlight is shining down, and the faint blue light dimly illuminates the way forward.

In a word: The night is dark and the wind is high, and the appearance of Jack the Ripper really sets the scene. —John was amused by his own thoughts.

"Click, click".

The sound of footsteps resounded through the dark, half-blue alley, gradually getting closer and closer, and suddenly stopped.

John was shocked—and then his face flashed with sourness, sadness, hopelessness and many other emotions—looking at everything in front of him!

—Jesus, what did he see!

The cold moonlight fell on the end of the alley, illuminating the blurred two people.Two people who are kissing, sherlock and jack.

The cold light outlines the two people hugging and kissing each other. The cold dust floats up and down in the thin air, floating beside the two people, unexpectedly soft, unexpectedly...harmonious. John stood at the intersection of the alley, clenched his hands, staring at this extremely beautiful picture, expressionless.Some bitterness inexplicably filled the mouth, but the eyes were so dry that it was sore... Gradually, it swept through the whole body.Soon, he felt the sharp pain of nails digging into his palm again, which made his somewhat bitter mouth and sore eyes regain some other sensations.

... well, good, er, that's perfect. (Well, good. Well, that's perfect)

"John?" a deep voice sounded.

John controlled his trembling body to regain calm, as well as his slightly red eye sockets.But he desperately found that this was almost impossible, and in the end he could only lower his head firmly, not daring to raise his head, for fear of revealing half of the clues. ——With the eyesight of a consulting detective, even under such a faint moonlight, he can clearly see all his emotional changes.

"Your good doctor thinks wrong." Jack chuckled, his teasing voice cut through the thin air and the remaining ambiguity, "...what should I do?"

"Hmph!" Sherlock's voice was somewhat suppressed, "Mind yourself!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm going to be bombarded by text messages from 'you' again." Jack's words were still full of ridicule.

"Damn sherlock!" a low - yet resigned - curse.

"Why hasn't the target appeared for so long? I'll go ahead to see the situation first." Jack's voice was rare and serious for a while, and soon he smiled again, "As for you, you will be responsible for coaxing your good doctor."

Sherlock snorted coldly and ended the conversation with Jack.

Immediately afterwards, chaotic footsteps sounded, some of them gradually went away, and some of them came towards him.The sound of scattered footsteps became more and more clear, step by step, as if stepping on John's heart.

The wrist was easily clasped.With a little force from that hand, he staggered and could only retreat until there was no way to retreat, and he curled up tightly against the wall.Before John could react, a black shadow came suddenly, covering him in groups, and the familiar breath swept across his face, like a flooding tide that engulfed him in just one breath, without even rolling up a wave.

"John, look up." The curly-haired man gave the order as usual, with a skillful and natural tone.

Hearing this, the little man twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a difficult smile.After a while, he adjusted his breathing and raised his head with some difficulty.It's just that when he met those soul-piercing eyes, he lost that meager control again——and only when he met Sherlock, the former military doctor would hate why the war failed to strengthen his will. More indestructible. "Sher..." John looked at his sweetheart who was close at hand, and murmured the name of the other party in his mouth, "lock...?"

Sherlock glanced at John lightly, and in the next second, he interpreted what his good doctor was thinking, and said with a blank face: "Just now Jack and I didn't kiss."

— without kissing?

John felt that the expression on his face became instantly stiff because of this sentence, he was a little confused, and also had a little cautious expectation that he didn't even notice: "Then you just... eh?"

"Oh John, your poor little head, watch!" Sherlock rubbed his hair expressionlessly, and successfully turned a few strands of straight hair that had been fixed with hair gel back into curly hair, "The problem with the angle! doubt!"

……very good.The little man stared at the few strands of curly hair hanging down, and muttered to himself, not knowing which sentence "very good" summed up the current situation.

John wriggled his lips and was about to say something, but was suddenly blocked by Sherlock's index finger.As soon as he calmed down, he soon heard a sound of thin footsteps, which seemed to come from the other end of the alley, and became more and more clear.

——The footsteps don't sound like Jack's, could it be...?

John suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.

Before the thought faded away, the hand clasping his wrist suddenly exerted force and was pulled against the wall.The next second, John felt his chin being clasped by Sherlock's left hand, and with a slight lift, he was forced to raise his head up and then up again with an uncontrollable tendency.The little man was taken aback by this gesture, subconsciously looked at his good roommate, and then crashed straight into the dark green spring: What kind of eyes are those, with obscure eyes shining? The light, like a vortex, attracted him deeply. - A call from the abyss.

I can only indulge myself to be attracted by this gray-green abyss, and I can no longer move away an inch.It wasn't until the warm lips gently covered his lips, gently and carefully caressing his lips, that John's mind suddenly returned, and the next second he stared at the magnified pale handsome face in front of him, and opened his eyes in disbelief. Big eyes!

—Jesus, the man who was kissing him was his good roommate Sherlock the hell? !Oh, for God's sake!

As if dissatisfied with his distraction, Sherlock bit John's lower lip hard.After a while, a bloody smell filled the mouths of the two of them. The tip of Sherlock's tongue brushed over his lower lip, quickly indulging in the bloody touch.Almost at the same time, an uncontrollable groan came out of John's nostrils.

Obviously, the groan stimulated Sherlock, and his movements gradually became more intense...

……

The moonlight was still cold, faintly falling on the bodies of the people hugging and kissing each other, outlining a hazy outline for them.

As if hearing the movement here, the sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley suddenly stopped.