nyslfriends Chapter 10 John
Chapter 10 John
In the afternoon, we went back to his house, his parents were out for a walk, we sat on the rug in front of the fireplace and played reasoning cards, God, I hate playing reasoning cards in front of Sherlock, I will never win of.
He also committed fouls repeatedly. The rules of the game clearly stated that the real culprit must not be the victim himself, but he had to overthrow all the clues of the entire case and point all the fingers at the victim, because the design of this game was flawed and challenged him. Strict logical view, I swear that I will never buy a new reasoning card as a gift for him again.
I lost as a matter of course, and then the penalty came. This game actually comes with a penalty draw card. I should throw the whole set into the fireplace and burn it immediately. I won one. I covered my eyes and shook my head. , "Damn, I'm not going to do what it says."
Sherlock smiled. "What's that written on it?"
"Let the winner ask questions and tell only the truth."
"very good!"
Sherlock sat cross-legged on the carpet, the warm orange fire light shone on his face, which set off his complexion very well, he raised his proud hands on his chin, looked at me, "When was your first kiss ?John?"
"I knew it, you would ask this." I imitated his sitting posture, looked at him with my chin in one hand, and smiled, "17 years old, how about you?"
He pursed his lips tightly, "This is punishment, not chatting. I'm only allowed to ask questions, and you can't ask me the other way around."
"Okay okay." I surrendered.
"Who took your first kiss away?"
I was amused by his word "take away", why can't I take away the other person, why is my first kiss so important in his heart, I shrugged and said, "cheerleader girl."
"Cheerleaders?"
"I'm on the school football team."
"What does she look like?"
My eyes widened, "Why do you want to know this?"
"I ask, you just answer."
I thought about it, "I almost forgot..."
"taller than you?"
"You think there are people taller than me everywhere? She's my height."
"black hair?"
"No, wine red."
He lowered his face in frustration, "You didn't like my type until later?"
I froze for a moment, oh my god, what's the situation now, is he jealous?I pushed his knee, "I was 17, I hadn't opened my eyes yet."
He smiled, "How many people have you kissed?"
"I can't count."
He scowled again, I shut my mouth, then shook my head and coaxed him, "You... you're the best one..."
He smiled again, and then asked me, "What's the saddest thing for you?"
I looked at him and said slowly, "Your tombstone makes me sad the most. It's so dark that I can't breathe."
Sherlock smiled faintly, and he changed the question again, "What's the thing you're most afraid of?"
"Death, no matter who dies, I'm terribly afraid."
He nodded, then said, "What does your dream girl look like?"
"what?"
"Dream lover."
"What the hell is this?"
"An unrealistic lover who appears in a dream is an imaginary character, or an unmarriageable object such as your friend's wife. It is a perfect portrayal of your other half, representing your heart's desire and desire. dream."
"Damn, I don't want to answer that."
He leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me over, I knelt on a pile of cards, Sherlock held my hands, his eyes were dim, and he asked me in a low and hoarse voice, "Then let me change the way, Who is the person you think of every night before you go to bed?"
My heart was about to jump out and I ran around the room. I have already been accused by him of being a hypocrite this morning. His words of hating me have been hurting me. I don’t want to continue pretending. I’m honest. Eyelashes drooping in front of his eyes, he said softly, "It's you... Sherlock, the last person I think about every night before I go to sleep, is you..."
His satisfied smile, just as he pressed his haughty soft lips to mine, the door opened and I hugged Sherlock's face and pulled him away from my lips, it was hard, I heard my lips The sound of slobber coming back from between his teeth, I couldn't say a word, I stared blankly at Mrs. Holmes and Mr. Holmes, they were frozen at the door of the house, and then they both took a step back slowly, the movements were very In tacit understanding and order, they retreated outside the door and closed the door again.
"Oh no..." I looked at the behavior of these two old men and old ladies shutting themselves out of the door, as if deliberately making fun of me, I covered my face in shame, I wanted to jump into the fire, Sherlock smiled Pat me on the shoulder to comfort me.
"It's all right, John," he said to me in a soft voice, "they're very old and have a bad memory, and later on they forget what they saw."
"There are ghosts who forget."
When everyone gathered for dinner tonight, I kept hearing his parents snickering and muttering from the sound of drinking soup, I couldn't even lift my head, I was about to sink into the soup bowl and drown myself died.
I hid in my room before 10 o'clock, and I couldn't sit with the family to watch the night show. God and MrsHudson both know how much I love watching TV shows!But I have not had enough courage to enjoy the entertainment I love tonight.
I changed into a set of pajamas in the room, crossed my hips and thought about it for a long time, then rummaged through the closet to find several spare pillows, and piled them all up in the middle of the mattress.
Sherlock didn't come back from his parents an hour later, and he changed into his pajamas, right in front of my eyes, while I sat on the bedside reading, I sneaked a few times out of the corner of my eye at his upturned buttocks, While buttoning up his pajamas, he observed the piles of pillows in the middle, and I just lay down, sleeping on the other end of the pillows. He asked suspiciously, "Is this your trench?"
"Yes Sherlock."
"There is no war here."
I turned over, "It's just to avoid war."
Sherlock frowned, he climbed onto the bed and pulled the pillow, I stopped his cheap hand angrily, and patiently put the pillow back back, "These, you can't touch them, they have to be separated between us."
"My bed is already so small that I'd roll in."
"You just need to squeeze." I angrily lay down back to my place. In fact, I was not only wary of him, but also myself. I was afraid that in the morning, either his hand was with me or mine. With his hand there, it was horrible.
Sherlock said puzzled, "I didn't need this last night."
I turned around and stared at him, "Do you still remember the accident in the morning?"
Sherlock was about to speak when I interrupted him immediately, "Forget about that accident, forget about it for me, good night, I'm fucking going to sleep." I closed my eyes and ignored him.
Sherlock was lying on the other side of the pillow, and all I could hear was his breathing, calm and deep, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time after the lamp went out.
I don't have nightmares when I know he's close to me, whether it's downstairs or a few blocks away, as long as I know he's safe and within reach, ready to see me whenever I want.
But tonight I went to bed too early, I turned around again, lay on my back on the mattress, looking at the dark ceiling, the window is not like 221B, there is no street light coming in, the surrounding is very quiet, The quilt smells of Sherlock, I think.I have lightly revealed his body odor in a blog, aftershave, cologne, alcohol, chemicals, Indian tobacco, and mixed with the fragrance of black tea to form a famous detective Sherlock Holmes.
But Sherlock has a lot of opinions on this. He doesn't want his enemies to know his living habits and physical characteristics clearly. I quibble that I didn't write out his cologne brand thoroughly, and I also smell of alcohol , but not from the clinic anymore, but from Sherlock's living room.
In recent years, I have been lazy, mentally and physically exhausted, and have no intention of working in the medical field. I don’t know when it will start, and I will live more and more regressively. When I first met Sherlock, I felt that I was the most passionate person in the world, and I lived very happily. , although today I was almost shot through the head by a circus bow and arrow, and tomorrow I released the pigeons of my No. 13 little girlfriend, but at that time, I was quite happy.
Later, I staggered Sherlock's orbit, and I was turbulently transferred from his galaxy to another distant nebula, and the only explanation I could give was that I couldn't bear being alone for too long, I was desperate, I Lost myself, including my life.
Because at that time... I thought... he was really dead... We will never see each other forever.
What a total jerk.
Thinking of this sad incident, I almost wanted to jump over the ditch and rush over to beat him up, but the sound of Sherlock's deep sleep breathing made me unable to do so, I sighed, alas, I can't do anything with him, since I was a child , no one can bully me, otherwise it will be a dead end, I have proved this and no one has dared to refute it in front of me, but there is only one person in this world who can mess with me and make me look like a fool, willing to be tired by him Dead or pissed off.
Regarding my second marriage, Sherlock always felt that I was punishing him, no matter how he misinterpreted me, I was not fake about my second wife, I loved her, it was true, but... From the very beginning, the reason why I met her... is indeed a big reason because I was attracted by her looks.
God, she looks so much like Sherlock, there are times when I'm on her and the lights are a little dim, and I think I have Sherlock Holmes in my arms.
No... don't think about it anymore, I quickly closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of my nose flapping from the next door, it was very soft, I slowly listened to the sound of even and quiet breathing, and gradually fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my cheek touched a warm and firm chest. I quickly opened my eyes and raised my head slightly. I was lying in his arms with my thighs still on his waist. Where are those pillows? ?I looked back, the pillow and the quilt were entangled and fell to the bottom of the bed and betrayed me. Sherlock's bed was too small to accommodate these fortresses, and they disappeared after two kicks, but what I wondered was that even without the barrier, I How can I hug him naturally, as if I will automatically stick to him as soon as I touch him.
Confused for a few minutes, Sherlock moved suddenly, his arms tightened around my waist, and my lower body was instantly pressed against him, a hard thing poked into my stomach, and I swallowed hard , looking at his sleeping face, the hard touch rubbed against my navel through my pajamas, I shivered, God, it was so hard, so hard, it made me tremble, no matter what others said he was right An asexual who is listless in sex, but he can get such a strong morning erection, which shows that his sexual function is more normal than anyone else.
And it's so hot, if I accidentally put my hand on it, it will definitely burn me and I scream.
I put my arm on his back and secretly stroked his thin shoulder blades. His skeleton seemed to be pieced together from some rare material, and every inch was in perfect proportion. His pajamas buttons were unbuttoned, and I could see every inch of him. The skin is smooth and flawless, God, Jesus, the Holy Mother, why Sherlock Holmes has such a perfect body, there is no room for a single bit of excess fat on his body, the skin is white, as if it has never been exposed to the sun, only there is a blemish on the chest, there are some Sparse black hair, I retracted my fingers, put them on his chest, stretched them into his pajamas, and touched his bullet holes quietly with my fingers, feeling distressed and cherished, this old wound always makes me feel guilty, this is equal to I gave it to him.
The mischievous ghost suddenly turned around and lay on his back again. He stretched out one arm and lay on his back next to me. The morning erection was still standing there. His huge body set up a tent under his pajamas, standing on his belly. I I blush at a glance.The heart is about to stop.
I nestled in his arm, and raised a finger to tangle his sleeping bangs boringly. His breathing was very calm. I would snore at night because my trachea was not very good, but Sherlock couldn't do it at all, he slept just like that. Like a cat, I slowly averted my eyes and looked down at his legs again.
God, I can't watch anymore.
But I can't help it!
In the past few days, we have changed clothes face to face in the same room, but in fact, I have seen his naked body as early as 221B. It was only a quick glance. He forgot to close the door when he changed his appearance. I accidentally followed him when I passed by the door of his room. As if covering his eyes, he almost bumped into the corridor wall, hitting his head with amnesia.
But to be honest, I haven't observed his naked body carefully, and I have scanned every inch of his skin with my eyes for a long time. I haven't experienced this kind of experience once.
I slowly sat up from his arms, staring at his white pajamas, under the reflection of the full-length mirror, my expression was a bit stupid, I quietly lay on his stomach, watching his erection, My look is so surprised, even through the fabric, I can feel that he is big, Sherlock is a huge root, fuck it.
I longed to see his erection, I even wanted to stick out my tongue and lick him through the pants, try to see how hard he is, I tried hard to trace his outline in my mind through the fabric of the pants, I almost Looking from a distance, the top of the thin pajama pants perfectly outlines his huge penis, ah, it is so close to the tip of my nose, if I get closer, I can say good morning to his penis with my lips kiss.
I sneakily raised a finger and pressed it lightly on the top of Sherlock. I gently rubbed his glans on the surface of the fabric with my fingertips, and then realized that Sherlock who was sleeping might get a weird I don’t know if it was in the dream, but his erection moved upwards, which gave me a big jump. I thought he was awake, so I quickly sat up straight on the mattress, turned my back to him and pretended to be Did nothing stupid.
I sneaked a look back at him, Sherlock just sighed in a dream, and then subconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, I raised my sleeve to wipe the sweat, oh my god, it’s winter, but I’m Sweat all over the back.
I've been thinking about it all day, about his silhouette, about his size, and his hardness.
I stood absent-mindedly in the yard, peeking at his side face, Sherlock was wearing a shirt, sleeves rolled up, squatting under the white fence to help his father, patching the cracked wood with white paint, he lowered his head to dry with a paint brush Live, he didn't look at me when he spoke, he buried his head in the paint and whispered: "John, what do you want to say? You have been looking at me for more than 15 minutes."
I immediately looked away and coughed, "I have nothing to say, I'm bored standing here."
Old Mr. Holmes smiled beside him and looked up at me, "John, I'm going to feed the little goldfish in my study, it's Mikey's little goldfish, I can't starve the goldfish to death before he comes home, he Will roll on the ground and cry, can you help me with the rest of the work?"
I hurried over and bent down to take the brush in his hand. Mr. Holmes patted me on the shoulder and said kindly, "It's good that you are here. Before you showed up, our family's Christmas was not like this. Sherly was at home." He has never been able to stay, he always runs outside, even when he comes back, he hides in the room, until my wife, Mikey and I can’t see his shadow when opening presents, but now, as long as you are in the living room, he is there In the living room, you are in the kitchen, he is in the kitchen, everywhere, I am almost tired of seeing him."
I smiled, Mr. Holmes stood up and stretched his waist and legs, and then went back to the house to be lazy.
As soon as Sherlock saw his father leave, he slapped me on the shoulder affectionately, and said with a smile, "Don't listen to my father, you are the first one I bring home, he feels fresh."
"I've been here for several years, and he's still so fresh?"
Sherlock squatted there embarrassed, and continued, "But he's right, it's good that you're here... John..." He turned his head and looked at me for a long, long time, those foggy eyes seemed to be My face seemed to be rooted for a lifetime, and my blood rose instantly, and I realized that I might be blushing.
"John, do you hate me?"
"Hateful, extremely disgusting."
He laughed again, and said, "But I like you very much."
My God, he has always been so direct in his speech. He can obviously beat around the bush, and he is good at it, but he just doesn't like it. Sherlock's hoarse voice makes me think he is very sexy at the moment. He said: "Have you ever thought about it?" Why did we meet?"
He who has always been hard-hearted and cold-hearted suddenly became so affectionate, which caught me off guard. I stammered back to him, "Because I couldn't afford the rent back then?"
"No," he resolutely rejected me, "There are so many cheap houses in London, but you chose me as a strange roommate. Because you are attracted to me, and I am also attracted to you, we fell in love at first sight."
"Is there anything about me that attracts you." I muttered, "I'm so ordinary."
"You are ordinary, you never envy me or sympathize with me, you worship me, but you are not blind, you are stricter than my father when I make mistakes, remember that morning many years ago, you ate in front of me During breakfast, you suddenly slapped the table, jumped up and got angry at me. You accuse me fiercely of not allowing me to take drugs anymore, and then you throw all my small medicine bottles and injections into the fireplace and burn them. Your health is like your property."
I thanked him, and I really couldn't bear him to ruin his talent. I struggled for several nights before I made up my mind to have a showdown with him, regardless of whether I would be driven away by him after I spoke out, or even At the risk of breaking the relationship with him, I want to keep him drug-free for the rest of his life anyway. Seeing him damage his precious life like that makes me very angry, very angry.
I feel sorry for him.
I said, "I'm a doctor and it's my duty to take care of my roommate's health."
"That's how you explained it back then." Sherlock smiled, dropped the brush, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, I was hit by his soft lips, and he said, "Whatever your purpose, Thank you, John."
Oh God... I was so stinky I was about to fall... I turned my face away, Sherlock stared at my lips, he slowly moved closer without hesitation, God, kissing him was such a blissful thing, He always habitually sweeps my cheeks with his haughty lips first, and then presses up with all his strength. The tongue will playfully stick out and slip away from my lips. Sometimes he is not in a hurry. Into me, but enjoying my uncontrollable trembling as I licked the surface of my lips with my tongue. The more I trembled uncontrollably, the more fun it made him feel. Sucking the tip of my tongue, and I'm obsessed with the wild feeling of possession when he rushes in with his rough tongue and scrapes fiercely across my roof.
He is very manipulative and does not allow others to be above him. He likes the attitude that I let him manipulate. In fact, I can't resist the pleasure of being manipulated by him. There are not many people who can make me completely obey, Sherlock Holmes Gotta come out on top.
He leaned on my ear and whispered: "I won't let anyone else have the opportunity to kiss you like me, whether it's a man or a woman, I won't give up your little mouth and your little tongue again, I don't care about you I have been married several times, and now you belong to me alone, and no one can hold your hand, let alone kiss your lips, without my consent."
I honestly nodded on his shoulder, the domineering yet tender words made me feel like I was having a sweet dream.
We continued to spend over two hours mending all the fences as we talked endlessly shoulder to shoulder and often forgot about the job at hand, me and his family gathered at the dinner table after the sun went down to eat and watch While watching the TV, Sherlock played math games with his mother. This kind of ghost game is too scary, and old Mr. Holmes and I can't participate in it at all.
I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the beautiful rural scenery outside, drank some wine, and lamented that life seemed to return to the beauty when I first met him when I first came to London. He was right, without him I can't do it.
When I woke up from Sherlock's crib the next day, I found him hugging me tightly behind me.
We were held together like two spoons, I couldn't believe it, did we hold each other like this all night?
I reached out and grabbed the sheet, the morning erection in the creases of me made me feel indescribably huge, oh my god, we were too tight, his huge penis slowly sank into me through several layers of pajama pants I moaned in front of his buttocks, and I couldn't help biting my lip immediately to stop making strange noises.
I realized that if I wanted to, I could feel it for myself in this moment, and I was thinking about it all day yesterday, thinking about how big he was, and I couldn't hold back the strong desire in my heart that he was Unbiasedly caught between my buttocks, I grabbed the sheet, God, let me feel it, just for a moment, I secretly pressed my entrance to his erect top and pressed back.
so hard!Tougher than I thought!
I slowly moved my hips back, oh, it caused me to tremble violently, and I twisted my ass uncontrollably, using my folds to gently rotate on his large and hard cock head, There was another trembling, the feeling was indescribably wonderful, the electric current was continuously transmitted from his penis to my buttocks, I raised my buttocks again, and pressed back slowly again, panting, Oooooh, his cock was poking into my soft entrance again, dimpled in slightly, I felt like he was about to pierce my pajama bottoms and squeeze inside me.
Oh, it would be nice to have a little more.
I doubt I'll be able to hold him, he'll fill me up to the limit, if he realizes he's something to be proud of and can use correctly, but he's always bragging about his brain, The majesty beneath him is often overlooked.
If you hold him in your mouth and swallow him down your throat, will he be blocked so that you can't make a sound?
What the hell am I thinking!
My trembling arm was suddenly pulled by someone, I screamed in shock, my whole body couldn't help but slammed into him backwards, the weight almost made him enter me, I trembled violently and gasped, Sherlock was caught I woke up, he propped up from behind me with surprised eyes, his lower body was still clinging to me, he looked at me.
"John?" He suddenly noticed something strange, the hard thing he clamped between my buttocks bounced, pushing me to scream again, my front was unstoppably wet, seeping through the pajama pants A wet circle, and Sherlock looked around my shoulder and saw the wet circle.
I want to escape, but I want to continue, I am in a dilemma, helplessly stuck in front of him and unable to move.
"Sherlock..." I slowly looked back at him from the bed, my cheeks were flushed and I didn't know how to explain it, and I ordered myself to move away from my ass and get away from his hard penis, oh my god, there is something wrong How difficult.
"Do you like this, John?" he asked me in a quizzical tone.
I shook my head no, no nod no, I was poking on his erection, I opened my eyes and looked at him again, "You...do you like it too, Sherlock?"
Sherlock straightened his lips, and he froze.
"John, what are you doing?"
My head was about to explode, I stared at him, one of my eyeballs must have come out and hung out, oh my god, my god, I want to tell him the truth, I want to tell him, my god Oh my god I can't take it anymore, after all these years, I can't take it anymore.
"I want you," I whimpered, "God, I should have said it earlier, I want you."
"Do you want me to have sex with you?"
I shut my mouth in front of him, silent for a long, long time, finally mustered up the courage, I said, "Yes..." I whimpered again in the pillow, agreeing with him helplessly, "Yes, Sherlock."
Sherlock hesitated, then said, "You're welcome to do anything to me as long as you like."
"anything?"
"Yes, John, you can ask me for anything, as long as you tell me, I can give it to you."
I was about to pass out from a happy coma, I turned around, I felt a strong emptiness as soon as I left his firmness, I lay on my back in his arms and looked at him with a smile, "Are you serious?"
Sherlock nodded at me, looking at me resolutely, and my erection under my pajama pants, he looked at me as if he was going to sweep Afghanistan, he was very nervous, his serious face was tense. A fingernail shatters.
I rolled and fell from his arms. I stood at the door, looked back at him, and said, "If you're serious, just follow."
I sneakily opened the door of the room, stuck my head out and looked around, and then I was barefoot! ! !I ran into the bathroom, and within a few seconds, Sherlock walked in as he wished. We squeezed in front of the washbasin and brushed our teeth and mouth at the fastest speed in our life. We didn't plan to shave our beards. , I couldn't hide my desire, I couldn't wait to unscrew the shower, the hot water came out with mist, I smiled and looked back at him outside the bathtub.
Sherlock hesitated, "Should we shower together?"
"Yes, let's take a shower together."
"And then?" he asked me.
My movement of undressing was stiff in the air, my pajamas were still hanging around my neck, I looked at him, "What do you mean then? Aren't you ready?"
Sherlock suddenly stretched out a slender arm to support the wall, I felt that he was about to collapse or go out of order, he looked down at me without saying anything, he looked at me for a long time, his eyes were deep and hazy, Sherlock made up his mind As if determined, he gradually closed his eyes in front of me, and passed his lips over, and then we kissed him long and wet, neither of us could speak, and I heard the lustful promise made when our tongues were twisted together Suction, I suddenly felt dizzy, oh my god, this sound... makes me excited.
"I thought you pulled me into the bathroom to play games," Sherlock said with a smile between the kisses.
"What stupid games can be played in the bathroom other than sex!" I yelled in front of him frantically.
Sherlock thought about it, "Yes, John, for example, bathroom detectives or something, I can design you a hundred different ways to die in the bathroom without leaving any traces, I can leave no fingerprints Just pull the cord into the tub and put it all back together, I need a hair dryer..."
I don't know what he was babbling after, but I jumped on top of him, and Sherlock hugged my thigh very firmly, and I hit him against the wall, and I heard the back of his head With a dull thumping sound against the hard tile wall, I lowered my eyelids and dug my fingers into his curly hair, looking for the little bump on his scalp, "Does it hurt?" I asked.
He shook his head, stuck out his tongue and licked my neck, I made a sound of encouragement, and I said, "Undress."