Boyfriend Development Program

"john, john..."

In a daze, John heard someone patting his cheek lightly with his hands, and calling his name repeatedly, over and over again, with the attitude of not giving up until he was woken up.Confused, John struggled hard for a few times, and finally opened his closed eyes forcibly, and then vaguely saw a magnified handsome face, and the curly curly hair was dyed golden due to the effect of the light. Glossy, pale cheeks - including the high cheekbones - were full of worry, and the gray-green eyes were staring at him tightly, as if afraid that he would not get a response, and the anxiety was palpable.I don't know if it's because the eyelids were forced open and the brain was in chaos. The little man even saw the man's eyes slightly red.

"sherlock."

John pursed his lips and soon revealed a deep smile.In exchange for his good roommate's expression of relief, and a sentence that confused John even more: "This is really... great. Thank God."

He turned his head with difficulty, and glanced at the dark night outside the window and the stars twinkling in the sky: Oh, it's already night.And he, John glanced at him again, the soft quilt and the sheets with a familiar smell, - on the bed.Just... sherlock?As if he had encountered some unsolved mystery, the little man once again focused his gaze on the curly-haired man beside him, only to see the sudden burst of joy clearly in the other's brows and eyes, which made the consulting detective's handsome cheek In an instant, it became soft and moist, and under the light, it shone like jade.

John felt the cool and hot touch of Sherlock's fingertips resting on his face, with some indescribable charm and... "teasing".

... Oh, hallucinations, yes, his hallucinations.Absolutely.

After looking at each other for a while, John had a flash of inspiration and suddenly came to a conclusion.The little man who solved the puzzle——after learning that the Sherlock in front of him belonged to his hallucination, his mood suddenly became happier: after all, John Watson is best at dealing with Sherlock John's hallucination Mr. Holmes.

John moved around, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his consulting detective frown, as if he was very puzzled by his behavior.Of course, this reaction only caused some doubts in his limited rationality, and he was soon overwhelmed by the dizziness of the first awakening. John tilted his head, flashed a brief smile at Sherlock, and moved the whole body again, this time the movement was bigger, showing the little man's intention clearly: John was making a bed.

Now, Sherlock was even more puzzled.But since the other party was his good doctor, the consulting detective just frowned and waited for the final result without saying a word.

After dozens of seconds, John finally completed the "difficult" task of making a bed - at least in Sherlock's view.

"Come in, sherlock." The little man patted the empty space on his left, and told Sherlock with his head up (oh, for God's sake, John thought he was saying this to his hallucination).

"You want me..." Sherlock frowned, and paused in confusion, "Come in? Get into the bed?"

John mumbled a word: "ofcourse."

The consulting detective pointed to the vacancy reserved for him next to the little man, and asked again in a rare way: "...Sleeping with you?"

"Yes. That's it." John looked at Mr. Illusion strangely, and increased his decibel, "Is there any problem?"

"well...actually, no. (uh...in fact, no)"

There was an eerie uplift in the consulting detective's tone, something familiar to him.As for what it was, before John, who was getting more and more confused, used his poor IQ to figure out the answer, the bed suddenly sank, and his good roommate had already entered his bed with a familiar smell. — which reassured him immensely. John habitually rubbed in the direction of Sherlock, until he hugged the thin figure firmly with his hands and felt the presence of the consulting detective, he sighed contentedly.

Sherlock looked at John who was hugging him like a humanoid pillow, and his brows furrowed deeper.Apparently the poor consulting detective has not yet figured out what this thing is going on.

"John?" He hesitated and whispered the name of his good doctor, but there was no answer except for a closer hug.

After a short pause, the consulting detective automatically turned on the "deduction" mode, trying to find out the reason for John's abnormality: because of being invited (as for who was invited, and why he was invited in the name of Jack, after thinking about it, it is clear that it must be the doctor and the future The trick he made) visited the base of the Torchwood team, and accidentally saw Jack and a male subordinate... What's the name of the other party? ianto?Or mitto?It doesn't matter, anyway, he already knew that Jack and that man had been in an intimate relationship.Closer to home, when he came back, he found John collapsed at the door of 221b, no, the word "fall" is not accurate, it is "leaning" on the edge of the door.He found a needle hole in his good doctor, based on John's reaction later, and given the small cases he's now chasing, old tricks, muscle relaxants.There is also the smell of alcohol. It smells different, but it is harmless. It is probably a new variety.

Until the last moment, he managed to wake John up... So, who can tell him what happened?

...or is it that what john was injected with wasn't a muscle relaxant at all?

A thought swept over Sherlock in an instant, and his expression turned ugly.With his right hand, he jerked open John's collar and pulled the clothes down to his shoulders. A tiny pinhole caught Sherlock's eyes. He pressed his finger on the wound, and was about to do some in-depth examination to get the data, but in the next second Suddenly shocked by John's movements, his whole body became stiff, and the fingers placed on the needle holes seemed to be scalded, and they were pulled away instantly. For a while, he didn't know whether to continue the inspection or stop here: John's hands came from his She slipped into the nightgown secretly, and nimbly got into his loose underwear, slowly stroking his back, obviously carrying some provocative colors!

"John?" Sherlock clasped the little man's arm tightly, with a stern tone - with some vague strangeness - to stop him, "...what are you doing?!"

Sherlock's words caused John's movements to pause. He opened his bewildered eyes and looked puzzled: "Sherlock, don't you like it?" He paused, then continued to mutter something, "I didn't design these The lines. For God's sake, how could Sherlock say that? Well, that's weird..." John's voice was so soft that the consulting detective couldn't catch it.

John asked him, Sherlock, don't you like it?

When the question fell, Sherlock's body trembled violently, and then all the resistive tension on his body was released.

The consulting detective, faithful to the facts, cannot deny, much less deceive himself: yes.

Yes, he liked John's touch.

What this means, even the consulting detective whose emotional intelligence is forever lowered by a street, is very clear.

John raised his head, looking up at his - what he thought - hallucination: "Sherlock, hurry up."

"... Hurry up?" Staring at John's black and white pupils, which were so clear that they almost bottomed out, Sherlock saw himself in them.The dryness echoing in the air was extremely dry. Realizing this, he swallowed his saliva, trying to relieve the symptom, "Hurry up...what?"

Once again, consulting detectives find themselves never good at solving these kinds of "difficulties."He is tense.

"Hug me, kiss me...and, uh, get into me, you know, deep."

John raised his head and smiled. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine, but his smiling face looked a little shy, with a touch of sweetness and longing. It looked more like a molly, how did they describe it?Oh teddy bears!Damn cute teddy bear! ——Sherlock felt that the hell must be his vision was wrong, and he was able to see this in front of John Watson, who flaunted his military style everywhere.

Sherlock tried to look away, but unfortunately he couldn't.He could only stare at John, such a John, his voice was terribly stiff: "Are you sure?"

John licked his lower lip, deepening the smile on his face, revealing a shallow dimple.

He squeezed impatiently towards Sherlock's side, making his reaction clear to his good roommate: "Of course. Of course. Come on, sherlock."

The part of John on his leg was as hard as iron.

Next to John's ears were grunts and a series of urging voices, which entered his ears.

The body was in contact with the body temperature of his good doctor, which was hot and ironed straight into the bottom of his heart.

—damn it!

Sherlock clearly sensed that his sanity was collapsing little by little, and his gray-green eyes glowed with a deep and deep color.

In the next second, he suddenly turned over and pressed John under him!

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