[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 33 Extra Story "One Night Carnival"

BBC Season [-] Commemorative Short Stories

The waltz that John prepared for the wedding was learned from Sherlock Holmes. This is a matter of course, just like the light bulb must be invented by Edison who has worked hard a thousand times, otherwise it will be angry, just like Ian McKellen starred in Gandalf. , no one is more suitable than Sherlock to teach him to count the beat and watch him embarrass himself, and no one is more qualified than John Watson to stomp Sherlock to the ground, and no one is more qualified than John Watson to squander Holmes than rare chemical elements And a rare magnanimity.

The two of them faced each other like this, with their left hand holding their right hand, John's other free arm resting on Sherlock's waist, the military doctor was working hard to learn the male step, and Sherlock didn't care about the quality of the teaching, he just cared about having fun.The CD player had recorded it himself, Sherlock, who had played the violin the night before, torturing his poor landlady and neighbors with his rosin-laced bowstrings, while he filled stacks of paper with intricate concerto notation. , this piece of music can be listened to again tomorrow. In front of all the visiting guests, Sherlock's original plan was to play it in person in public. He rests on the violin's belly, and his doctor will rest on Mary Mostan's arm inside.

This piece of music was composed by Sherlock for John, not the Mendelssohn, Beethoven or Bach that he stood in front of the window and played melancholy for the case in the past.

"Oh, sorry." John looked down, moving his foot off Sherlock's instep, "Looks like I'll have to ask Mary to get a pair of sturdier heels."

"You're a little absent-minded." Sherlock was wearing a light shirt and led him around the second floor of 221B. He was as proficient at female steps as if he was using his test tube, and he rested his palm on John's shoulder confidently, and the other hand was tight Clinging tightly to John's palm, there are some tender calluses on it, near the knuckles, which have been sharpened by the scalpel for a long time.

"Who is absent-minded? You haven't timed me for almost 5 minutes. I thought Sherlock Holmes would be dumb if he waltzed."

"Strictly speaking, your absent-mindedness is even higher. You didn't raise your head to look at me from the beginning to the end."

"I'm not... I don't mean anything else." John couldn't escape, he raised his head, his eyes were as deep as the ocean, as if there were quiet jellyfish swimming in the depths of the clear irises, "I just feel a little weird, we Before...I mean...we've never been like this before."

"Holding your hand like this? It's not the first time in my memory." Sherlock quietly used some strength, squeezing John's palm tightly between his fingers.

"No, I mean, we're dancing the fucking waltz together, and I've never done it with anyone before."

"You belong to me all day today." The corners of Sherlock's mouth rose from side to side, that kind of childish and charming smile, which intoxicated John who was standing opposite him. John stared at him blankly, and Sherlock immediately added, "On the eve of the wedding, the groom should have a bachelor party. I have already planned your bachelor party. It is detailed, perfect, ups and downs, thrilling, and will not give you a chance to take a nap."

"Since you came back, it's been the same as before. I have to live like this 28 days a month. Can't we stay in the house and watch DVDs all day? Like Christmas?"

"I'll make you feel like Christmas." Sherlock frowned, his eyebrows almost jumping up one after another, switching positions on his forehead left and right and fighting, "This is dancing, not fighting. "

"Damn, oh, damn, I'm sorry, I made a mistake again." John fell back, Sherlock tightened his grip, John's forehead touched his chest, Sherlock stopped all dance steps, and the music played to the end, There was a thud and then all movement in the room was interrupted, nothing existed here except the breathing of the two of them, no one could step in, no one could rashly disturb the irreplaceable time shared by Sherlock and John.

Sherlock stared at him, and for a split second Sherlock realized his lips were descending uncontrollably towards him, and he stopped just in time before touching John, lips brushing stiffly across John's defenseless cheek past his lovely Earlobe, hands loosened, turned a corner in the air, a warm and firm hug firmly tightened John, and patted John on the back in a buddy way.

"My Watson is getting married. Let's go out and have a few drinks the Holmes way."

John sat in the bar almost laughing his ass off, gasping for breath at the so-called Holmes way of celebrating, this well-planned bachelor party was not quite what John imagined, no, no, it was not what John imagined It's exactly the same, it's really Sherlock's style through and through, and it's basically the same as "Jack the Ripper's White Church Day Tour", drinking a glass of lager packed in test tubes at all the crime scenes where John stayed, all the way to Sherlock Couldn't take it, and John was sober enough to drink two more Scotch.

"Soldier Watson, your disobedient alcohol!, ruined my precise calculation formula." Sherlock stretched his arms and put them on John's shoulders. He doesn't care now whether he goes home or continues to roll the next station, he doesn't care, as long as John It would be nice to stay beside him like this all the time, Sherlock squinted his drunken eyes, which were always filled with a mysterious thick fog, no one could see through, no one could figure out the bottom line, there was only one person in this world who could pierce him The dense fog used to protect himself reached out and grabbed Sherlock's weak soul without any armor hidden in the deep and dark place of the gears.

Sherlock held John's body in disbelief and moved forward in a daze. He expected that he couldn't be defeated by alcohol, otherwise it would have been a waste of effort to bring out his two thick test tubes that can be used to play baseball.

"I don't understand what you're saying, but you better, go straight and show me. God, I was wrong, I shouldn't be mixing baijiu in test tubes." John, the evil that ruined his perfect plan The boss finally confessed, and they managed to return to the residence where Sherlock lived alone.

This place used to be John's home, and this staircase used to carry a share of John's rent. The heater and sink in this apartment all had traces of John's use. Sherlock knelt down in front of the stairs, curled up there, and John also No, Scotland is a place where good wine is produced, it tastes like wheat soaked in white water, but its stamina is comparable to that of a fire-breathing beast, and its ferocity caught him off guard. John also collapsed next to Sherlock, with his head resting on an uncomfortable piece, On the hard steps.

So crowded.

"Damn... dizzy," John murmured.

Sherlock's towering arrogance wants to swear at the moment, and he has a mechanical monkey banging a gong next to his temple, wearing a red imperial uniform, the kind of noisy toys made by Disneyland , the incomparable brain is like a coconut shell filled with milk white wine, stuck in the blender and unable to get out, violently churning, whether two steam trains passed through his ear hole at the same time, Sherlock was a little unclear, he Turning around, he realized that the wheezing sound was not the train's whistle, but John's heavy wheezing from the depths of his throat.

The sound of his breathing was loud, and Sherlock understood a little bit, because John's face was only a few centimeters away from his face, so everything was amplified, Sherlock stretched his arms, supported the narrow staircase wall, and supported his body, in the John looked down at him from above.

John half-closed his eyes and smiled at him on the stairs, "Or else I'd be crazy, Sherlock, I suddenly think you're pretty, and it hurts to look at you for too long."

"Why sad? My John?"

"I have my clinic and my part-time job, I sell used cars online, and I have a little Mary, you have such a face, such a great face, and you die of old age alone In this apartment, with your broken cocaine bottles."

Sherlock stared at him for a long time, John is also great, his greatness hardly needs to be burdened by redundant words, his great John once saved Sherlock Holmes, transformed a non-human with a great and benevolent power into a man of flesh and blood who knows how to shed tears .

Holmes literally cried once in his life.

The motive wasn't for the corpse anyway.

But for this, this, Sherlock tried his best to search for possible appellations from his chaotic mind, this best friend, this cohabitant, this assistant, this, this ordinary little doctor, his love, the only one in his life Love, Sherlock has found the exact word.

"John...I want, a kiss." Sherlock regretted it when he finished.

He pulled away from John immediately, and lay back next door, with his arms folded and his back turned to JohnHWatson.

"What? What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything. I probably got alcohol poisoned. Where did I drop my test tube? I borrowed it from Jasmine, and I have to return it to her."

"No, Sherlock, I clearly heard you say the word kiss..."

Sherlock got angry for no reason, turned his head, and snarled at him like a little hedgehog caught in a trap, "Yes! I said it! I said I wanted to kiss you! I slipped my tongue!"

John smiled, "I won't lie to you, Sherlock, I thought so just now, but I think we were both drunk, so drunk that our parents couldn't recognize me, remember, I didn't have time to talk to you last time." Parents talk..."

Sherlock's star-like eyes were wide open, listening to his nagging through the dark banister, "Stop talking nonsense to comfort me, gentle little doctor, you don't want to kiss a big man."

There was a sudden silence behind him, silence, endless silence, Sherlock tightened his lips, the alcohol was still soaking his brain, but he was still alive, still had feelings and thinking ability, not very effective thinking ability, But it was enough for him to tell that his heart was growing cracks. This heart had been sleeping all the time, and then someone resurrected it with a torch. Now that person is going to leave with the torch again, leaving him curled up in the dark alone. In the cave, it's like curling up on this staircase.

Sherlock was both happy and sad.

He was happy that John was going to set sail, and Captain Watson was going to set sail, leave the deserted island of 221B, embrace the beauty, and head towards the bright future of pink and orange, and at the same time, Sherlock was lonely and scared. , so scared that he started to learn how to fold napkins, when he rested his eyes on John, it was a look of help, maybe John understood, maybe John didn't understand.

A reassuring palm touched Sherlock's back, and the strength of the caress was so pitiful that it was heart-wrenching, "My best friend, don't be angry with me, you have been away for 2 years, and everything has changed."

"It's only been 2 years."

"I haven't forgotten you. You are still the most important person in the world to me."

"one."

"You look like a wronged little daughter-in-law."

"I am drunk."

"You are wronged, just like I am sorry for you when I got married."

"You deserve it. The little military doctor who has suffered so much has finally lived a happy life like a fairy tale."

"Sherlock!"

"What's wrong! You don't want to listen to my good words!"

"You can't fucking, be more mature!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and turned his head, glaring at him angrily, the pair of misty eyes almost jumped into John's arms sadly, "I don't want to spoil your interest! I know where I lost!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Obviously I don't have a pair of big boobs and can't give you a baby!"

John was completely stunned, he barely propped up his upper body on the stairs, and looked at Sherlock for a long time, "I heard you right, you are angry with me, you are jealous."

"I don't, I'm just objectively analyzing why John Watson can't get along with his loving roommate, and has to go out into the world of flowers and have a stupid and meaningless marriage, because his roommate is not a woman, and is satisfied in some ways Without him, even if I can give you a family and give you a sense of belonging, I'm still not as good as a woman."

"Oh shit..." John covered half of his face, "I can't understand what you want to express more and more."

"But don't blame me for this result, John, I can't give you a baby because you don't have an ovary and a uterus, otherwise I can give you anything, excitement and plainness, tears and laughter, sadness and happiness, or everything Come on and make a mashup, I can give you anything."

"Ovary? Uterus? Mash-up? Sherlock? Are you burning out from drinking?"

Sherlock also turned over from the stairs and sat up with difficulty. His sciatic nerve was also numb by the alcohol. Sherlock held on to the railing of the stairs and muttered, "My John has no ovaries, you are responsible, and you are to blame, otherwise I I can give you a child, or two, if you like, and I can risk my life to spend a day and a night with you just to get a dozen children, from the stairs on the first floor, from here, all the way, to the third floor stairs."

"My God, there's something wrong with that baijiu..." John propped his chin up mockingly, listening to Sherlock talking about the drink.

But only Sherlock knew that this was not a lie, and 9% of it was the truth after drinking, "You will fall in love."

"Fall in love with what?" John asked innocently.

"Fall in love with me, I'll make you fall in love with those bed tricks, those little tricks of flirting, I'll do better than Mary, I'll make you addicted to me, let You cling happily to me and don't want to leave."

"Sherlock, stop talking, you're drunk, you don't even know what you're talking about."

Sherlock squinted one eye and looked at him tentatively, "I know what I'm talking about. My limbs surrendered, but my sanity survived. Can you believe what I just said, John?"

John laughed twice and fell into a sudden silence. John looked at him in surprise, "Damn you didn't mean it."

"You don't dare to give it a try, you're afraid, what if I'm right, what if you become addicted, and you won't be able to get married the next day."

"It can't be, I love you, Sherlock, I love you but not that kind of love."

"you sure?"

John choked for a moment, "How can I not be sure."

"Because I'm not sure, I'm not reconciled, how can you love her more than me, this is impossible. People's hearts are not a balance, there is always one side sinking more than the other side, I want to know the truth, The final answer, I think you let me give up."

"Sherlock..."

"Yes, John Watson, I'm confessing my love to you. I'm a little drunk, but I speak very quickly. I don't even have hiccups. Tomorrow is your big day. From then on, your life will be turned upside down. With you When you are single, you are no longer the same, there are many taboos and many constraints, you are no longer free, you are bound in the name of marriage, you are bound willingly, I understand, your love for Mary is never hypocritical, your love for her is not fake at all , although you can't surpass me, but it's not far behind, do you dare to ask yourself, little doctor, have you no regrets in this life from now on?"

"Sherlock..." John licked his dry lips nervously.

"In 10 years, you'll be lying in bed regretting that when you were young, on that opportune night, why didn't you have sex with that freak named Sherlock Holmes? Where is it?"

Sherlock stared at John's shining eyes in the foggy space, his John will belong to another woman from tomorrow, all kinds of mistakes made him and John unable to stay together for the rest of their lives, he was originally John's life The protagonist in the novel, and John was created to meet Sherlock Holmes, otherwise what's the point of continuing the whole story.

"Without me... what hope do you have for living." Sherlock propped himself on the steps, leaned over, and touched John's hot cheek with his lips, oh, how could it be so hot, it would set Sherlock's lips on fire on the spot , if the lights were turned on, John's face would have to be as red as sunset, and Sherlock branded his lips forcefully near the corner of his mouth.

Whether John would reject him, Sherlock really couldn't guess at all, he didn't even guess the beginning from the beginning, John killed someone for him as soon as he met him, and in the end, John slipped out of his life gone. Sherlock tilted his lips toward the untouched edge.

If John pushed him away, that would be the end of the night. They went to sit on the two single sofas on the second floor for a while, drank some wine, and talked until dawn as if nothing happened.

Sherlock opened his lips lightly, covered his lips, and held him in his mouth. A pair of hands came out from the darkness, placed on Sherlock's shoulders, hung around his neck, and Sherlock moved closer to his body, hugging John, The lips of the two were pressed together quickly as if electrified, as if they would never be separated again, they overlapped incomparably intimately, and the deep love of a lifetime was contained in this kiss.

John really loves him, Sherlock is absolutely sure, John loves him so much, definitely more than that cute, touching and understanding little Mary, Sherlock is a goddamn bastard, arrogant, terribly bad, breaking John's heart and disillusioning John , but John still loves him the most.

Sherlock held him by the waist and laid him back on the stairs, lying on John's body, and they kissed endlessly, so deep, so drowning, until they couldn't tell who was Holmes and who was It was Watson, and Sherlock's loving palm passed his body, burrowed under his clothes, and walked over John's hot skin. Seriously, John is the most attractive and charming human being to Sherlock, if John is in the mood Ask him coquettishly in his arms, and Sherlock will admit it all.

They kissed forever, Sherlock lifted his clothes and bit his neck, John rubbed his curly hair, the panting between his lips and teeth was obviously not resistance, but opening, those small moans were telling Ren Jun Playing or something, Sherlock reached down, hot palms covering his private parts.

John's breathing quickened.

"I'm not afraid of you, Sherlock." John lay under him, so heroic, and gradually hardened in Sherlock's hand.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

"Isn't it, you're scared to death, can Holmes be Holmes without John Watson behind him, can you still live?"

Sherlock was provoked, and he grabbed John's trousers hard for a whimper of mercy.

Sherlock's weakness is no secret now. Everyone, everyone in the world who knows Sherlock knows where his weakness is. No matter how stupid a criminal is, he knows what to use to threaten Holmes so that he can't do anything. On Sherlock's neck, it's better to use a lighter near the blogger's lock of hair. Since 221B has this lovely tenant, it will no longer be difficult to get Holmes to kneel.

"Of course I can live, I can still live well, I have my violin, I still have my skull, I will not degenerate to wear a stuffy mustache to show off."

"Stop talking about my damn beard!" John grunted, "Can your skull do that?"

Sherlock was pushed violently by him, and lay down on the stairs, his John sank in the darkness, only his little round head could be seen in the light from the window frame, Sherlock struggled to stabilize himself on the stairs Body, the zipper was pulled down, John's fingertips were a little cold, making him gasp for air, but it warmed up quickly, John covered him with his mouth, and Sherlock had to grab the banister of the stairs to keep himself from making a fool of himself go down.

Sherlock bit his lower lip, tremblingly enduring the low growl that was about to erupt, John was deliberately forcing him to scream, this little military doctor often impresses Sherlock with admiration, not just this time.

Sherlock freed a hand and stroked John's soft hair. He had touched this golden hair more than once. Using various experimental reasons, Sherlock would bet that he couldn't find anyone in the whole of London who knew better than Sherlock Holmes John Watson's people, not even little Mary.

John lay under him, Sherlock heard the movement of the penis filling his small mouth, John had to keep swallowing saliva while swallowing him softly, Sherlock fixed his body, and held John's face with both hands , Seeing himself connected in his mouth, John raised his eyelids and looked up at him, sticking out his wonderful little tongue around the top of his head, swirling passionately around the head of his cock.

John knew Sherlock was watching, so he did it on purpose, and Sherlock collapsed and leaned back against the stairs, and if he wasn't careful he would smear John's face, and then he would tease him all night, virgin.

London's most famous virgin.

Sucked twice by his ex-roommate before cumming, Sherlock slammed his fist hard against the stair wall, straightening up, no good, John's lips rolled down his foreskin, the heat in his mouth, the just-right intensity He is a doctor, he understands the limits of the human body, and he understands how to deal with Sherlock, a clever little thing that can make the detective linger on the sofa in front of the fireplace for three days and three nights.

Sherlock heard the licking sound, the sound of the penis going in and out of the lips, which made people's heart flutter, and made him so fascinated, almost obsessed, Sherlock hugged John's little head again, desperately enduring it.

"Excellent self-control, but I'll make you cry later." John finished brazenly, kissed Sherlock's majestic erection, licked it from root to tip, and drowned him in one gulp.

Sherlock groaned and supported his shoulders, and thrust forward violently in his mouth twice, John hugged his thighs intimately, buried his cheeks under him, enduring Sherlock's burst of enthusiasm, as if suddenly The bottle of champagne was uncorked, and the hard mouth of the bottle burst out wildly with fragrant white liquid. Sherlock hugged his face obsessively, while John held his thigh affectionately.

The uncontrollable fantasy, the menacing climax, is beyond words.

Panting, Sherlock pulled it out, the head of his penis passed John's sweet lips, and smacked it lightly and lingeringly, and he could still hear the sound of John swallowing his semen clearly, and John also sat on his knees exhausted At the foot of the stairs, and Sherlock seemed to have just woken up from a sweet dream, the aftertaste of indulging.

"I need to go upstairs for another drink to clear my mouth." John stood up on his knees, walked around Sherlock, and walked slowly up the stairs.

Maybe there was too much tacit understanding between them, and when John filled himself with a new glass of whiskey, he also prepared a glass for him.

Sherlock took it gratefully, raised his head and drank it, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and fainted back on the armchair. John sat across from him with a smile, wiped off his shoes, and stretched his legs on Sherlock's lap ,"How about it?"

"Nearly died." Sherlock propped his forehead on the sofa. "How are you?"

"It's still hard. But I can bear it. We can continue to drink. What time is it?"

"It's almost 11 o'clock."

"The sun just went down. I used to stay up with you before 4 o'clock and couldn't sleep at all."

"Yes, John, you are simply, simply amazing." Sherlock sighed in comfort and relief, and he put the whiskey in his hand on the arm of the sofa. "You're right, I can't live without you."

"Are you still not satisfied?"

"Satisfied? No! Not at all!" Sherlock drank down his glass, "I want more! I want you all to be mine, please don't get married, John, please, please, upstairs I still have the room, and I don't even allow Hudson to rent out that little bed."

"Wake up, Holmes, Mary and I have settled down, in fact, I have fantasized about such a day."

"Huh? Have you ever fantasized about the day you give me oral sex?"

"Fuck you, I mean I fantasized about it, you were crying, holding my thigh with regret to keep me."

"I have no regrets. I never regret what I do."

"I'm the nicest one you've ever met, aren't I?"

Sherlock looked at him through his fingers, John's eyebrows were darkened under the wall lamp, his cheeks were flushed, especially his lips, as if they had been scooped out of cherry juice for two full months and then put on again, Delicate and charming.

"If I'm telling the truth, would you dump Mary?"

"Stop daydreaming about it, this marriage is finalized, and you, Sherlock Holmes, you are my best man, my only choice, there is only one on my list, and there is no one else but you."

Sherlock clutched the glass in frustration, like a widow who wanted to throw herself into the river, "It could have been me..."

"What could be you?"

"bridegroom."

John held his glass and watched him for a few long seconds, "I didn't know you wanted to marry Mary too..."

Sherlock squinted his features proudly, "You're playing dumb."

John propped his eyebrows with his fingers, and smiled slightly, "Come on, Sherlock, you are not suitable for marriage, and I don't want to marry you. It's scary to think about it."

"It's pretty scary, but I've heard that John Watson is the bravest man in the world." Sherlock put down his glass and put his hands together by his lips, but this time he didn't intend to open the Temple of Thought, but simply thought Talk to John about something, "I ask you, John, how does it taste?"

"98, it smells of malt." John raised his glass and sniffed it under his nose. "It smells quite expensive. You bought it for my single night?" John continued to take a sip.

Sherlock stared at him. "Of course, the 98's are the best and should be more expensive, but I'm asking how my semen tastes."

John nearly choked to death right under his nose, and he pulled his thighs away from Sherlock, coughing so hard on the couch that the ceiling was about to crack through.

Sherlock looked at him calmly, "You swallowed every drop, I don't think the smell should go there badly."

John leaned on the arm of the sofa and turned his head to answer him, "I don't fucking know! Don't ask! I've never been with a guy, I've never touched a guy...I've never...do you understand!"

"Oh." Sherlock faltered briefly.

Of course he understood, but he wanted to test John further, "If I...press you on the carpet before dawn, before you put on your groom's gown, will you forgive me?"

John stared blankly in front of him, not knowing how to answer.

Sherlock wanted the one answer he most wanted to hear, which was, "yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, fuck, yes." Very John's style, wasn't it.

"NO." John answered him resolutely, "I have already made a compromise just now, you should be satisfied."

"You think it's not good for Mary, you think you're cheating. But no, I knew you first, and then I was busy with other things and out of the public eye, so she took the opportunity to jump in line. She knows you Someone in your heart, John, she always knew, from the first day I came back, she knew what I was in your heart."

"Don't mention it again! Holmes! If you want me so much...you want me so much, why did you leave me, why did you lie to me, now I feel that you deserve all this, it's all retribution, I forgive you, But that doesn't mean you can expose my scars over and over again. Fuck you Holmes! There's no going back now! You're sitting in front of me and I'm about to stray off your track, John Watson has no obligation to be around you Turn around, even if he used to revolve around you, but not anymore."

"The captain sets sail."

"I do not understand."

"I won't bless you, because getting married is really stupid."

"I don't want your rotten blessing."

Sherlock closed his eyes in front of him, this night was very precious and very tormented