[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 17 Sherlock

I think I suddenly had a subversive change in sex, not only I experienced it personally, but it was exactly as John described, it was so wonderful, I finally recognized the important value of sex and its necessity The meaning of the lack of existence is mostly due to John's performance, and the biggest reason is him.

He is passionate, charming, and writhing on my body fieryly. He gasps intermittently when he is deeply in love, and whimpers when he is hit by me and can’t breathe. He will praise my strength generously during the process. And technique, he cums crazily and tenderly, all of it, and he especially loves my blowjobs on him, he takes all the blowjobs, the front, the back are very popular with him , he likes me to lick him casually, he likes me to wet his neck with my lips and tongue, his chest, his back, his thighs, wherever he is, including me kissing his ten little toes Every now and then, he has a wonderful response, which is very honest, very vivid, very open, and every detail brings me a very pleasant enjoyment.

The activity of sex unexpectedly made me feel happy. Not only did it not delay my efficiency, but it made me more energetic. I found that I became more and more obsessed with John.

I suddenly wanted to take out my mobile phone and send an affectionate text message to tell him, I love him, I hope he will come home early tonight, and I will wait for him on the bed, naked.

Yes, I should prepare some strange props and stuff them into his indescribably hot little hole. It is tight inside, but full of toughness and potential. Expanded to completely accommodate me, if I put a vibrating egg in it, or a string of metal anal beads in it, see what kind of expression he will have, he will blush, bury his head in the pillow, close his eyes and cannot face it , but he couldn’t restrain his liking, and honestly pouted his little butt at me, yes, his performance will definitely be like this, no, he will, beyond my best imagination, he will be nervous Biting his lower lip, panting happily in my arms because of my stroke after stroke, he will be so seductive... that he will let my nose bleed out and he will not give up because of this.

Thinking of this, the blood in my brain dropped suddenly, the area around my abdomen began to twitch, my thighs were hot, and I realized that just thinking about John made me unspeakably excited.

"Holmes? Sherlock Holmes?" Lestrade called out to me several times from the dining chair in 221B.

I ducked my head by the window, checked my trousers, and almost had an erection at the passers-by in the street in the bright light, but I managed to turn around now so as not to scare the Scotland Yard police. Scared, he drew out his gun and called for support troops.

I pursed my lips and looked back at him, grabbed the violin on the wall, turned around, and fell heavily into my sofa. I plucked the strings of the violin with my fingers absent-mindedly, and replied vaguely, "I haven't changed my name." , you don’t have to call me all the time, just try to see if I’m still using the last name Holmes.”

"You're distracted, you, uh, you're distracted." Lestrade looked like a professor who caught an honor student dozing off in class, with an unbelievable expression on his face, "You never think about other things when I'm talking about the case."

I frowned. "I'm thinking more than your case."

Lestrade opened his eyes wide again, as if he was going to compete with Mrs Hudson's chandelier bulbs to see which one could emit light faster, and before his eyeballs glowed, he blinked twice in surprise, "You Just said, is it more important than the case? For you, there is something more important than the case? Who are you? You are definitely not Holmes, you impostor walking around in his body. Holmes, look at our friendship for many years For the sake of this, please tell me what is in your heart that can compare the case with me?"

I turned my head and glanced at John's laptop and his mug on the desk. He is left-handed, and the mug is always placed on the left side of the computer habitually. He doesn't like to drink tea, but in order to accommodate me, how much he I will try a little bit. His shirt style has more checks than stripes. As for his shirt collar, when he is not wearing a tie, the last button is at most open. , if I was in the mood, I wouldn't even buckle the third one.

He is very tolerant. Of course, the premise is that you don’t step on his fluffy tail. Except for me, he has a good temper to everyone. Every time he sees me, he must secretly swallow two packs of small firecrackers. In my stomach, he was always angry in front of me most of the time. At first I thought it was my strange schedule and weird hobbies that cast an uncomfortable shadow on him. Maybe he was angry at me for playing the violin in the middle of the night, maybe it was me I always make him do some errands when I'm angry, or because I always talk in half, until recently, I didn't understand.

All my vices are to him distinctive qualities, and he loves them all.

For years, he blamed me alone and never took an interest in his body.

My duplicity, innocent and lovely John, I smiled because of this, and looking back, I found Lestrade trembling visibly, he hugged his arms, as if he was unbearably cold, but he wasn't cold, The heat in the house would bake him to a crisp, he said, "Am I delusional, you're smiling at the doctor's computer and mug."

I do not speak.

"You look good, what supplements have you taken recently?"

"Why don't we just talk about the safe that sank in the river?"

"Of course, Safe, I'm here to consult with you on this, but... Holmes? I heard from Mycroft that the Doctor has had a fairly progressive relationship with you recently?"

"When did he tell you that big mouth?"

"It doesn't matter when he told me, the whole of Scotland Yard cares about you couple anyway," Lestrade shuddered as if he couldn't take it anymore, "You used to look at him a lot...you know what I'm talking about ? At the scene of the murder, your eyes rarely left him. The way you looked at him was not the way you looked at a friend. Those of us onlookers knew exactly what your feelings for him were. Now you are living together again... …I ask from a caring angle, I am definitely not a gossip, I am not a gossip person, I am your old acquaintance, I just want to care about you, Holmes, has the doctor finally decided to be with you? , I was just asking, you know, I bet Anderson £50 that you and he would get back together."

"You should pay more money, we never broke up."

"Haha, yes yes yes, you are the most inseparable couple in the world, it's a joke, but the John Watson I know...has always been heterosexual."

I put down the violin, lightly touched the tips of my two fingers, put them near my mouth, looked at him firmly, and answered him with my expression, I pulled my lips into a straight line, and then smiled at him, I lowered my voice Say, "This is no joke."

He was stunned for a while, and then asked me a lot, "I want to know, is it really a kind of spiritual love between you as the rumors say? I also bet 200 pounds at Anderson that you are asexual. .”

I used to feel that John and I were purely spiritual, he was my soul mate in life, and had nothing to do with the body, but since last night, I feel that the world has become a little brighter, and every leaf is shining Glows, and the air seems sweeter and tighter.

I was silent for a long time, and just about to answer him, I wanted to directly admit the progress between me and John, let him pay the full attendance bonus, and then hugged my leg and cried out loudly. At this moment, my The old lady stood at the door of the living room with an anxious expression. She raised one hand to cover her chest, and it was difficult for her to speak, but she managed to squeeze out a few key words, "The hospital is calling... John was in a car accident ...that taxi collided at the intersection."

I ran out without listening to her. When I got to the hospital, my mind was like a shelled shelter. I was a little dizzy when I got on the elevator. I picked the most time-saving way to walk through the corridor. I rushed to the door of the emergency room, I stood at the door panting, looked up at the red light of the operation on the door, I paced back and forth at the door, thinking, John is used to wearing a seat belt when he takes a taxi , he would never overlook this, never.

I thought to myself that nothing would happen to John, and I really wanted to break in and stand beside the operating table to witness with my own eyes what kind of situation he was in. I can accept any kind of John, but I don't guarantee that I can handle it.

He can't have any accidents, not a single bit. If someone in the world wants to hurt him, I must completely eliminate that person. No matter how much blood and crimes I have to bear, even if I have to break the law, in order to protect him, I am willing to sacrifice My freedom includes my life.

He can't die before me, no!

I angrily raised my fist and hit the wall. I am not a god. Sometimes I wish I was, but I never am. I am not really omnipotent. There are many things that I am powerless to do, such as John Marriage, I failed to keep him. I used to think that letting him set sail is the real good for him, let him have a happy family, let him have a beautiful wife and a lovely child, and let him embrace a new future. This is the best blessing for him, but to my surprise, after leaving me, his life is not happy, but even more blind, like a person who has lost his way.

Even if his first wife lives up to now, supporting him and accompanying him, John may not be truly happy. When he reaches middle age, he will ignorantly feel that he lacks something, something he should grasp when he was young, something What he deserved slipped through his fingers.

And all these faults are all because of me, because I failed to be tougher at the beginning, let him stay by my side and never go anywhere, and let him completely belong to me.

But I knew I was wrong, I was arrogant and never regretted it easily, but I gradually learned to regret it from him, I admitted my mistake, and I was working hard to repent, I tried hard to make him change his mind, and he did forgive me tolerantly , I said it's still too late, it's not too late, as long as I stay with John for the rest of my life is enough.

I promised him that I would always be by his side, to make him happy, to make him happy.

Nothing has started yet!There are still so many things in my life that I haven't shared with him one by one.

He can't die!

He was the first and only one who made me cry.

I felt very heavy in my heart, and I couldn't breathe because of the haze. I closed my eyes and raised my hand, just like I raised my hand on the top of the building before. I wanted to touch his face from the air. I put my fingers Place it on the door of the emergency room.

"Sherlock?"

A familiar and coquettish voice echoed behind me.

I opened my eyes and immediately turned around. John was standing there stupidly holding a cone-shaped paper cup. He seemed a little surprised and at a loss, "What are you doing?"

I blinked quickly and looked at him again. I never believed in ghosts, but at this moment I felt that he was a little unreal, like my hallucination. I took two steps towards him, and John lifted up in front of my eyes. Taking a sip of water from the water glass, he said nonchalantly, "I thought you didn't come so fast..."

I hugged him hard, John was choked by my sudden attack, he was coughing in my arms, I kept stroking his back with my palm to check his body temperature, I stroked his thick shoulder blades, and With his soft waist, John slowly calmed down, leaving only heavy breathing. I listened to his healthy and strong breathing with satisfaction. His trachea is not very good, and he also has some rheumatism, but his body is still considered healthy. Still able to accompany me to explore various military bases and climb various sewers.

John raised a hand behind me and patted me on the shoulder lightly, "Sherlock? You look terrified."

I let go of him and checked his body. There was a slight bruise on his cheekbone, the sleeves on his arms were torn, and the skin on his elbow was worn out. The rest of the body was intact and there was no damage to the bones. , but I still really want to find a remote and uninhabited place, take off his clothes on the spot and check it carefully to see if there are any bruises in other places.

"You didn't ask the little nurse at the front desk, who is in the operating room?"

I shook my head, "I forgot." I looked back at the operating room, "But it was indeed the person in that taxi. I saw the license plate number on the computer screen at the registration desk, which is the one you were sitting in." department."

"Why don't you take a look at the name registered at the back, it's the driver, not me, but it's too bad, poor driver, a car ran a red light at another intersection, and just hit my taxi The car, the front of the car was completely destroyed, and several cars behind me couldn't brake enough to rear-end, and my back hurt like hell."

"I... didn't see clearly... I was too anxious..." I admitted unwillingly, frowning, and realized that I had indeed neglected the most important details and made a low-level mistake. I judged that the accident must be my dear John, so I hurriedly glanced at the license plate number on the computer screen, and I felt that the person lying in the emergency room and inserting the oxygen tube must be John.

I quibbled and said, "Plus Mrs Hudson told me with a mourning expression on her face that she made a fuss."

"Great observation." John finally found a rare opportunity to laugh at my mistake, he smiled and said: "Then you must have misheard, my mobile phone is dead, I borrowed the hospital phone to call Mrs Hudson , I informed her that I was in a car accident, and I couldn't help her go to the fruit stand to bring some oranges home, and then I kept calling your mobile phone... Where is your mobile phone?"

I raised my hand and touched my pocket, and suddenly realized, "It's in my coat."

"You just ran out without your coat on?"

John looked at me in amazement in all kinds of situations and making mistakes all the time, and I waited for his next sentence to make fun of.

But John's eyes suddenly melted and became gentle. He raised his hand again. I felt that he wanted to pat my shoulder to comfort me again, but his palm reached my face. Touching my cheek with his fingertips, he said in a doctor's tone with warm comfort in his voice, "Are you really afraid of my death?"

Terribly afraid.

I didn't say it, my throat was so dry and hoarse that it was smoking, I couldn't utter a word, I could only straighten my lips and nod vigorously in front of him.

John took my hand and led me forward, "I still have to get a bandage, but the hospital is a bit busy today, I waited in line for a long time and it was not my turn, since you are here, let's go to the pharmacy to buy some Some things, just like when I was injured before, you sterilize me, and then help me tie the bandage."

I watched him hold my hand obsessively, and I smiled and said, "Then let's go home..."

John agreed and said, "Yes, I'm tired when I go home. I need to sit down and have a cup of coffee to calm down. I was supposed to visit my two little bean sprouts this afternoon, but it seems that I can only postpone it until tomorrow morning. go again."

I glanced at him mysteriously, and whispered in his ear, "Let's lie on the bed, and I'll help you check your sore back."

John gave me a blank look, then shook his head, bit his lips and smiled, "Just don't go too far..." He squinted his eyes and looked at me dimly, "I'm yours now... Sherlock, why do you want to what."

My heart suddenly reached the mouth of my throat and almost jumped out, like a mechanical monkey on a motor, jumping lively under my and his feet. I took a deep breath to avoid suffocation in this silent corridor.

"Remember the day before we moved in together?" John kept recalling the past like a man in love.

"I can't remember what happened 9 years ago. I have to think about it."

"Come on, you must remember the text message you sent me. It's convenient and inconvenient. At that time, I wanted to say, what kind of bastard would be so arrogant after only knowing each other for a few days to instigate a man who has nothing to do with him."

"You don't come here too, John Watson. On the second day after giving you instructions, you were obviously full of anticipation. You couldn't wait to move your things in big boxes and small boxes, and you even competed with me for the desk in the living room. right of use."

"I'm lucky, Sherlock, I sometimes feel so lucky that I'm jealous, I've been through life and death, many people died around me, Afghanistan was like a furnace, like hell, many people didn't come back, but I survived Well, there are so many destinations in this world and I chose London, I know it's stupid to think that way, but I still can't help but think about what I would have done if I had rejected Stanford in the park life, I will stay in my single dormitory, have nightmares, and finally be silent in the ordinary, walking aimlessly on the street, I will definitely not live better than now, how lucky I am to be able to I met you by accident."

I tightened his fingers, "I won't let you go again, John, never, you are meant to be mine, and I can't let you go, you are so special and precious to me." Important, let me cherish you well, let me spend the rest of my life to make up for you."

John laughed, and then he said, "It's not too late, Sherlock, it's not too late."