Boyfriend Development Program

The next morning.

The sunlight refracted in from the window, fell impartially on the head of the bed, and shone on the head of a man with short blond hair who looked like a teddy bear.After a while, as if he couldn't bear the dazzling light, his slightly curled eyelashes fluttered a few times like butterfly wings, and the man woke up from his sleep frowning.He rubbed his eyes and cheeks, the glaring light made his brows wrinkle even tighter, and subconsciously blocked the sunlight with his hands so that he could see everything around him clearly.

A familiar bed, a familiar table, a familiar wall...

"Well." The man—that is, John Watson—unconsciously muttered a syllable from his throat, making a summary of his observation.Glancing at the phone screen, 09, 00, Saturday.

"Fortunately it's the weekend to oversleep..." John grunted again.For some reason, when he woke up, his body seemed to be sore and weak. Finally, the little man frowned and frowned again. He changed his sideways body to lie on his back and fell heavily on the bed, intending to see if he could relieve the inexplicable pain. sore.Almost at the same second as he moved, a tearing pain came from his lower body, causing John to gasp, his rosy face instantly pale as paper. "Hiss—! What the hell is going on—" The voice of cursing stopped abruptly, and the messy bed sheets caught John's attention. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes suspiciously to stare at the trace closest to him Take a quick look: Isn't this...?

A cognition gradually swept over John's mind, the corners of his eyes twitched a little, and he asked hesitantly: "... semen?" Just this moment, the brain that had just woken up and was still dazed instantly woke up.The little man looked at his arms pretending to be calm: ...very good, no clothes on.Looking around again, I saw that the crumpled bed sheet was covered with white liquid in the east and west. As for the side, judging from the traces of the crumpled human shape, it was obvious that a person had been lying there.

Crumpled sheets, splattered semen, naked self...a very bad premonition popped out. John only felt that the corners of his eyes twitched more violently, and almost tremblingly pulled off the quilt that was wrapped around him, and looked at himself.With just one glance, he pulled up the quilt with a wooden face. ——There is no doubt that those red and purple marks on his body clearly showed the fact: he was raped by someone!What's a quote Sherlock used to say?Oh, "Eliminate all the impossible, and the remaining impossible is also the truth".Yes, it is like that.

As for by whom... Thinking of this question, the little man's face became extremely ugly, and the vague images flashed in his mind had already told him the answer: Jesus is above, except for his damn good roommate, The great consulting detective Sherlock, who else the hell!

The curly-haired man's dark green eyes that instantly became bottomless, his fiery kisses and flexible tongue, his slender fingers and low voice, and his tightly intertwined body...John groaned weakly , his face turned blue and red, and he covered his eyes with his hands in desperation, only feeling that the sky and the earth were dark in front of him: just thinking about it, he felt that his body was extremely hot!For God's sake, he could even feel Sherlock's cock still in the back of his pussy, oozing out as soon as he moved! —Jesus above!

Endured and endured, finally when he felt the semen coming out again, John couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Damn Sherlock Holmes!"——Damn bastard, leave after eating and cleaning up. Do neither!

Sighing secretly, knowing that it would definitely not be his sweetheart's damn consulting detective who would help him clean up, John struggled to get up, rolled up the sheet again, and limped into the bathroom with his arms in his arms.Although he knew that the bastard would never come in at this time—he was probably doing a damn experiment or pretending to be dead on the sofa (John felt a little aggrieved when he thought of this), the little man still flustered the bed sheet Stuffed it into the washing machine, until it successfully "destroyed the corpse and wiped out the traces", it took a long breath.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the obscene traces on his body in the mirror, his face was slightly flushed, he turned his head unnaturally, and quickly walked away from the range reflected by the mirror.

After a while, the sound of "squeaking" water sounded in the bathroom, and it lasted for more than an hour before it gradually stopped. —Twice as long as usual.This is an extremely abnormal phenomenon for John, who restrains himself with "military routine".

Why did yesterday's scene happen?It was clearly an illusion, how could it become reality?

Confronted with his own "enthusiasm" (John was very dismayed to find that he remembered exactly how he invited Sherlock in!), what was going through the mind of that bloody bastard?

And in the future, what will Sherlcok think of him, and will their relationship become more and more out of control (God, when John thinks of this possibility, he feels darkness in front of his eyes, and his heart is like Sherlock jumped off the building in front of him that day " death" general, torn apart)?Or……?

……

The clumps of questions in his mind, accompanied by the grand panic flooded into his heart, John twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a wry smile: When he encountered something related to Sherlcok, for God's sake, his proud military style Where did you go?Worrying about gains and losses like this, um, this kind of "mortal feelings", I'm afraid it will make that person even more bored! —the only consulting detective in the world who can tell what is on his mind from his knee today with just one glance, there is no doubt about it.

"Well, you have to face what you have to face."

John coughed, forced a short smile, and said to himself.It wasn't until he saw in the mirror that he was neatly dressed and his smile was as calm and stable as usual, then he nodded and walked towards the living room downstairs.

……

The living room was empty.

There was no one on the special sofa, and no one on the experimental table (oh, that's their dining table)... John tilted his head, thought for a while, and turned his gaze to Sherlock's bedroom, thinking uncertainly: ... to catch up on sleep ?

After thinking about it for a while, even though Sherlock, Mr. Sleeping is Boring, Holmes would not waste his time on the bed, John still felt that the current result could not be more wonderful: Jesus, can he not be with the other party of the "Oolong Incident" When a protagonist meets, God is so favored... I... have...

Before he could finish the sentence "I'm gone", out of the corner of John's eye, he saw a man with messy curly hair rushing out of the bedroom grabbing a scarf and a coat. Unconsciously, he groaned weakly again in his heart: Oh, it is indeed very... favored.

"Sherlock." John greeted his good roommate with a "calm" face, "Morning."

"Morning, John." Sherlock recovered quickly, a smirk was quickly piled on his face, and he slowed down to John, muttering, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." John took a step back indiscriminately - of course he thought he was indistinct - because he looked away from the detective unnaturally before, so he didn't see the flash of the curly-haired man's eyes at this moment Obscure, "Are you... uh, going out?" The little man pointed to the coat in Sherlock's hand.

"Oh, yes, a case." Sherlock quickly put on his coat, and walked outside quickly while wrapping his scarf on.

John opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but closed it tightly again, sighing in his heart: Wouldn't it be better not to mention it? John Watson, is there a better ending than this?Pretending not to know each other, slowly obliterating the traces of things that once existed, as if it never happened... You are still good roommates, good friends, good partners, or...

The little man slowly lowered his eyebrows, trying clumsily to hide the sourness that flooded his eyes for a moment.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and John felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly followed.He tried to force his walking posture to be different from usual, but he couldn't do it with all his strength, so he had to barely maintain the balance of his body's center of gravity.

"John!" Sherlock turned his head suddenly, reprimanding him with a stern look, "You need to rest! There is no doubt about it!"

……need to have a rest?

John's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he suddenly pursed his lips into a weird, short smile. He seemed to be possessed, and looked straight at Sherlock—more stubbornly—"Rest? Look at Rest, for God's sake?" His voice rose uncontrollably, piercing through the somewhat cold thin air, rushing straight at Sherlock.As for his good roommate, John was a little frustrated to find that these didn't work for his good roommate at all, or that person didn't care at all in front of the secret that regarded him as life - and he didn't have time to care about these things, he just watched impatiently He glanced at it and said loudly: "Yes, of course! John, the game is...something! (John, that game is already...that what!)"

The little man looked at his sweetheart with an excited expression, and whispered to himself in his heart: Look, John, this is the Sherlock Holmes you love!Always live only for the facts of the case, and never be confused by the feelings of ordinary people...Admit it, that look will never appear because of you, and it is time for you to give up, completely... give up.... John moved his legs and shifted his weight from his left leg to his right leg. He looked at the detective until his eyes were sore and dry, then he lowered his head again and added the last word softly: "... ...ON. (started)"

There was no answer, and it was obvious that his detective hadn't answered.

For a moment, John suddenly felt that the silence made him even more ridiculous.

"John?" Footsteps sounded suddenly, until a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of John unexpectedly, "Look at me."

John obeyed the order, trying to control his emotions and look up, as he saw for the first time, he felt that he might obey Sherlock's orders like this for the rest of his life.Then, he irresistibly indulged in those light green pupils, those eyes that would destroy him forever if even a little contamination.Then he heard the owner of the eyes say to him calmly, "You need to rest."

"No."——John didn't know what he was insisting on, but he refused stubbornly.

"...GOOD."

Sherlock cast an annoyed look at John, who insisted on his own opinion, and grabbed the other's wrist with his hand, pulling the little man's body to confine him.Before John could react, he suddenly realized that his body was suddenly lifted into the air, and he was held firmly in the arms of the consulting detective!The next second, Sherlock strode forward, three steps and two steps towards his bedroom!

John tilted his head, barely ignoring his heart that had already skipped a beat because of the opponent's actions, and his tone trembled slightly: "You are... um, what are you doing?"

"You need to rest." Sherlock kicked open the door expressionlessly, unexpectedly and gently put John into his bed, and covered him with a quilt, but his tone was still stern, "John, I don't want to repeat it a third time! "

John roared angrily, "I said I don't need it, Sherlock, you promised me that you would not leave me alone to solve the case!"

"I'll accompany you," Sherlock said blankly, looking down at John.

John looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "What...?"

"I'll be with you," Sherlock repeated. "So, John, give me a rest! Immediately! Immediately!"

The little man stared blankly at his consulting detective, until he saw the earnestness in those gray-green eyes smudged with sunlight, and then he believed that what he heard was not a hallucination: God, Sherlock Because of him, he gave up the case?

"It's not a particularly important case." Sherlock glanced at him and sat down on the head of the bed. "Uh, it's actually a bit boring. It's better to stay at home... well, the mind palace needs to be reinforced. You know , regular reinforcement."

John looked at the awkward curly-haired man, saw the softened face and the unnatural flush on the high cheekbones, his heart suddenly warmed up, a small dimple appeared on his face, and he muttered softly One sound: "Yes, um, yes, I know. Uh, I specify regular reinforcement."