Boyfriend Development Program

After the Jack the Ripper incident, John lived a normal life again, went to work on time and made regular appointments, and even the number of visits to a psychiatrist has eased. Jesus is there, Sherloes is there, and there are those things that make him miss in his dreams. What kind of psychiatrist does John Watson need in the case of Zhang Zhang, and what he thinks about most every day is how to persuade him Sherlock to eat on time, and...for God's sake, try to reduce the frequency of sexual dreams.

——Thanks to his dearest good roommate,——cough, john refers to the kiss at the alley, his bloody dick increased frequently!

It's almost out of control...

The warm lips, the bewitching breath, the imprisoned posture, the tactile sensation of the cheek being held by both hands, those gentle, rough and violent movements...even the blood and saliva all carry the unique taste of that person.

Every tiny movement, even every different touch, is treasured and kept in John's heart, waiting to be read again and again in the future. —he has a lifetime to recollect. John thought so, it seems that in this way, living with another woman (probably Mary) in the future will not be as difficult as imagined.Well, well, thank God, although his good roommate didn't attribute the previous kiss to "kissing": "just a proven method to blind Jack the Ripper, so john, don't care", john clearly Remember Sherlock ripping off his scarf and throwing himself into the couch impatiently answering.

...proven way, yes.

A smile spread across John's face, and he could never blame Sherlock for it, not a smidge.The unique consulting detective in the world is married to work, which has been regarded as the first truth by the little man, even if the world says that he and Sherlock are just a couple.

"John?" A pair of white hands waved up and down in front of John's eyes a few times, "You can't...you're thinking about Sherlock again?"

John was instantly shocked by such a sharp question, blinked his eyes for a while and looked at Mary with an ambiguous smile on his face, and was a little confused by all this for a moment, and it took a long time before he realized his excuse: "No, no, why? Possibly." He just raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend and teased him openly, but finally he couldn't continue, "Uh, I mean, I was thinking about the previous case... well, a certain part, how to catch it?" Hold on, you know, Jack the Ripper."

"So, you're thinking about Sherlock when you solved the case?" Mary tilted her head, still smiling and asked.Her eyes darkened slightly,——John is not a consulting detective, so naturally he can't see much difference: when thinking of things related to Sherlock, John is always distracted habitually, and the expression on his face is still faint, there will be no Any change, but the breath around him can easily tell others that he is angry or happy or sad.At this time, even the air is faintly dormant with different emotions.

Mary pursed her lips and smiled, her boyfriend has this ability.

"Hey, I told you I wasn't thinking about Sherlock." John coughed briefly, and took a sip of his wine with a grunt.

"Oh, I know you're not thinking about sherlock." Mary also picked up the glass, watching the light fall on the rim of the glass, refracting a circle of scorching golden light, "You should put that on a shirt (you should put that on your T-shirt) ).(Note 1)"

"Why should I print this sentence on the T-shirt?" John seemed very confused.

"Because you said you weren't thinking about Sherlock." Mary put the cup close to her lips, and took a small sip, with an inexplicable gleam in her eyes, "You said it. And the fact... Hey!"—— The truth is, you miss him all the time, even when you're dating me.

John: "..."

He found it difficult to refute, so he could only raise his glass again in a disguised manner, and took a sip.

……

Despite all the wisecracks, John had to admit that this date with Mary was obviously not very pleasant.Moreover, it feels more and more formulaic.

...Maybe, he was thinking too much.

John looked at the number plate of 221b and shook it, opened the door with slightly heavy steps, and went up to the second floor.

As he expected, Sherlock was sitting on his exclusive sofa with his legs crossed and reading a book, a few locks of mischievous curly hair sticking out unconvincingly, the light fell on those hairs, picking apart the fine golden halo.

John's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he found that the scene in front of him - obviously so ordinary - was so beautiful that he subconsciously held his breath.

"John?" Sherlock looked up and muttered, "What are you doing standing in the doorway?"

Undoubtedly, the consulting detective was a little puzzled, even squinted his eyes slightly, and habitually performed his good doctor: dating, drinking, the scene was lukewarm, and a little tired.Kiss, twice.No, three times.Lip marks, not noticeable, but enough to show the intensity.

"A very normal date." Sherlock closed the book in his hand with a "slam" and placed it on the coffee table. His green eyes almost stared straight at the little man standing at the door, and finally settled on the print on his lips. , forcibly suppressed the irritability in my heart, "It's not Mary, it's me. Oh, my dear John, where is your military style!"

"Destroyed by some bastard." John walked back to his place "calmly" and replied angrily.

"Praise?" Sherlock's gaze followed him, the lines of his face still tense.

John glared at Sherlock, and finally failed when he saw his good roommate's deliberately stacked smirk: "For God's sake!"

Best SMS ringtones.

The consulting detective fumbled out the phone, picked it up and looked at it, and soon his fingers danced on the screen.

Looking at the familiar scene, John couldn't help but lose his mind: Sherlock didn't seem to use his mobile phone for a long time.No, to be precise, I never used it after I came back.

"I thought you would prefer me to use my own." Sherlock put away the phone calmly, and suddenly said.

Startled for a moment, John realized that Sherlock was talking about the mobile phone.He subconsciously licked his lips and flashed a short smile.

This time, no matter how low his EQ was, Sherlock could sense that something was wrong with his good doctor.

He frowned, got up without hesitation, stepped over the coffee table, and came to John's sofa in two or three steps.

"You're worrying about me. That's for sure." The consulting detective looked down at John condescendingly, and the lip print seemed to become more obvious after being moisturized. He looked at it with a puzzled expression, "John, you What are you worrying about?"

Sherlock bent his body slightly so that he could more clearly grasp every change in his good doctor's expression.The dim light fell on him, elongating his figure, and completely wrapped John on the sofa. John seemed to be unbearable (his body was completely wrapped by Sherlock's figure), and shrank back consciously, trying to escape from this invisible confinement.

"Uh, um, no, um, yes, no." John muttered hesitantly, moving his lips.

This does not fool the consulting detective.no doubt.

Almost in the next second, even if he didn't meet those eyes, John could feel that Sherlock's gaze became sharper, and it hurt like a pinprick when it hit his face.The atmosphere was as if frozen in silence, but the little man just subconsciously licked his lips again, lowered his head, watching the lights quietly jumping on his coat, jumping again...

Sherlock's eyes followed John's tongue, and his eyes darkened.

The more vivid lip marks seemed to be mocking him silently.

The sofa sank suddenly, and a leg was squeezed between John's separated legs out of nowhere.

...sherlock?

John looked up in surprise, only to find that his good roommate lowered his head at some point, staring at his lips expressionlessly.I was startled inexplicably, before John could react, the next second, slightly cool fingers covered the upper and lower lips, as if he was trying to resolve something, or venting his anger, Sherlock's fingertips rubbed vigorously kissed his lips, over and over again.

"Sherlock?" He tried to keep his voice out of tune. "What are you doing—uh!"

After hearing his good roommate curse something in a low voice, the little man kissed him simply and roughly, blocking his words in his throat.

--Oh, God!This is... a kiss? sherlock's?

John opened his eyes wide in surprise, staring blankly at the curly-haired man with a handsome face and a bit of anger on his cheekbones!

Sherlock's kiss was fierce, and the tip of his tongue knocked open John's teeth, and quickly slid in.Teasing, licking, entanglement... The movements are skillful and smooth, as if they have been practiced a thousand times.Soon, the familiar smell made the hesitation in John's eyes more obvious, and the storm-like attack only allowed him to maintain his sanity for a few seconds...

——Can't resist, let alone resist.Because the other party is the damn sherloes!

It can only sink, slipping deeper into the darkness.

From the small man's throat slipped a whimper sound like a small animal being injured, but his hands clasped the curly-haired man's back even more tightly!

"Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission: Capture John Watson."

"The task of capturing John Watson is 30% complete, please continue to work hard, the host."

No one noticed that on the "sherlock special" sofa, these two lines of words gradually appeared on the black screen of the game console, stayed for two seconds, and then disappeared without a trace.

Game consoles fell silent.

The author has something to say: Note 1: Youshouldputthatonat-shirt, s301mary's line was originally a joke about Peanut's shaving behavior.