Watson decided to take
the long way home, it was a pleasant day and though the news had been confusing
it could hardly be said that it was unwelcome.
What
should I do? Do I confess to Mary that Holmes and I had a relationship, and that
he has now professed his love for me?
Do I ignore what was said, and thus ignore Holmes never seeing him
again? Or Do I carry on as usual, being friends and nothing more. Even then that might not always work. I have
noticed Holmes increased flirtation, his gestures and looks, and how many times
in the past few cases that required us to travel had we had to share a room and
bed? True Holmes always slept on the floor, but I always had the feeling he
wanted more. Perhaps I am projecting my
own feelings on the situation. Perhaps there is part of me that still
desires Holmes as a lover? I know I
have felt that something has been missing in my life with Mary. I had thought
that if Mary and I could have a child that perhaps that would change and we
would be complete. I know that if I take the time to examine things this is not
the case, a child is NOT what is missing. I know in my heart of hearts that I
have been missing Holmes. Since he and I are back on friendly terms and sharing
cases, that emptiness… that missing feeling is becoming less and less. He
paused, and looked around. Just two
blocks from home. Mary will be surprised to see me; I am usually gone for a day
or two when I go with Holmes.
Mary… You are a wonder, you have
given me all the love and attention a man could want. You hardly complain when
I run off at all hours, be it on medical emergencies or with Holmes. And yet… I
am unsure if this is still what I want.
What will I say to you, what can I say. For now perhaps I shall say
noting.
Watson continued his
walk more slowly as to delay seeing his wife, but as luck would have it he ran
into her just at the front door. “John” she cried with great delight. She threw
her arms around his neck and hugged him profusely. “What a pleasant surprise”.
Watson laughed. “I do
live here, why are you so surprised?”
Mary laughed.
"With Mr. Holmes last telegram I thought the fate of the world would have
been resting on his shoulders, there fore whisking you away to parts unknown to
meet untold dangers.”
“Mary you make it sound
so romantic and glamorous.” They entered their house together. Watson hung his
heat upon the wrack. Mary made her way to the kitchen. “John would you care for
a cup of tea?”
Watson sank into his
favourite chair. “That would be lovely, do you think I might have a biscuit or
two with that, I missed lunch.
From the kitchen he
heard Mary sigh. Moment’s later Mary
entered the sitting room with a tray of tea and rolls with some cold chicken
and roast beef. She laid the tray on
small table by her husband’s chair and tousled his hair. “You are always
telling your patients not to miss meals and to take better care of
themselves.” Leaning over she kissed
his head. “But you don’t follow your own advice.”
“Well that’s because I
have YOU to take care of me darling” He reached for her hand and gave it a
loving squeeze. Mary took up her knitting and sat in the chair opposite her
husband. She smiled sweetly. I do enjoy
having you home with me my love, and I will always look after you. This is more
than I can say for some!
Once he had finished
eating Watson kissed his wife and went to his surgery.
That night Watson
tossed and turned, he found it difficult to sleep. He heard Holmes words over
and over again. “I love you” I waited so
long for Holmes to say these words, there was a time I would have given my life
for them. I’m not so sure that has changed. I find that while I love Mary, it
isn’t a passionate love. I am drawn by
her warmth, and there is a gentleness in her soul that I find attractive. But I
am NOT in love with her; I never have been in love with her. Certain there is love there. I have been in
Love with Holmes since we met. I love Holmes m than I can say a deep love that
touches my soul. Watson turned to face his wife, she slept soundly
and he feared he might wake her. Rising from the bed he went down to his desk
and sat there until he fell asleep.
The next 3 weeks were
pretty much the same, Watson unable to sleep, rising early and going to the
surgery. He was exhausted, this decision was agonising. How could one chose
between the love of ones life, and the vows that one has made to another?
Watson had gone to
visit Holmes, he couldn’t wait to see him, though three weeks was hardly the
longest they had been apart. He found
Holmes in good sprits. “Ah Watson what brings you here?” He waved his hand in a
flamboyant gesture and indicated the chair opposite his.
“I just came to see how
you were doing” He took the seat offered to him.
“I have been well, I
had one rather dull case that lasted not even a day. I have been to visit Mycroft,
which was a big mistake as I received the lecture of why I should go into
government service. And how have you been, apart form the obvious sleepless
nights?”
“Deduced no doubt by
the dark circles under my eyes”
“That and the tense way
in which you hold you shoulders and neck, and the general weariness of your
appearance though slight it may be.”
Holmes came to stand
behind Watson and rested his hands gently on his shoulders. Slowly he began to massage his shoulders and
neck.
Holmes had a magic
touch and could always manage ease the tension of hard day or soothe Watson to
sleep on those occasions he had troubled. Watson smiled.
“If you like I can give
you a full massage.”
The offer seemed
innocent enough; Holmes was just looking out for his well being. He readily
agreed.
Watson rose from the chair
and made his way to Holmes bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed
his shoes. Holmes entered the room, gave one of his quick smiles, and locked
the door behind him.
“Watson if you would be
so good as to undress and lie upon the bed.”
Without thinking,
Watson removed his waistcoat, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Holmes watched
in silence. He smiled as Watson removed his shirt. His body though more mature
than when first they became lovers, still retained it’s muscular build, his
chest had a light covering of brown hair and his nipples were firm and pink
against the pale skin. Holmes had a
clear memory etched into his mind. His memories and the sight of Watsons bare
back; made Holmes glad that Watson could not see the effect this was having on
him. He was aroused. Watson removed his
trousers and sat upon the bed. Watson smiled inwardly as memories flooded back
to him, their first time together, and the awkward shyness. His cock twitched slightly
and he adjusted himself, hiding his arousal and making himself more
comfortable.
Holmes began at his shoulders, rubbing and
kneading at him, his palms pressing firmly into his back, as his fingers seemed
to softly pull at his flesh. Watson had begun to relax when Holmes decided to
change from using his hands to his mouth. Again he started at the shoulders,
licking and sucking and even biting, moving to the nape of the neck, licking
and kissing there. Watson thought to protest, but the sensations this was
causing were too pleasurable. Holmes licked and kissed Watsons back and resumed
the massage as well as gently scratching him.
A decision had been
reached.
Holmes straddled Watson's back, as he was positioning
himself Watson turned over, quickly grabbed Holmes and pulled him down. Kissing
him passionately, one had grabbed desperately at his backside the other roamed
his back. They stayed like this for some time.
Holmes broke the kiss and gazed deep into Watson dark brown eyes. Watson gazed back desire evident in both of
them.
Watson pulled at Holmes
shirt exposing his naked chest. He scratched at Holmes.
Holmes stroked Watson's
face, he smoothed his finger over the moustache, and he kissed his nose playfully. “Now My Watson whatever shall I do with you"
There was that mischievous twinkle in Holmes eye. He smiled wickedly as he bent
over and took Watsons nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking on it, running
his rough tongue backwards and forwards over it. Watson moaned softly. He
stroked Watson's chest and ran his hands along his sides, “Holmes that tickles!”
Watson reached up and
undid Holmes trousers; he was surprised to be met with only flesh Holmes was
not wearing any undergarments. It's
almost like he knew I would be coming, and as if he had this planned. But that can't be. I didn't tell any one I
was coming. At least I hope I will be.
He smiled and rubbed his hand along Holmes member.
Holmes shifted position
slightly and kissed Watson along his stomach down along to the navel and just
above his swollen cock.
He nuzzled his face
against Watson's cock and balls.
He gave the area just
below the navel line a hard suck, drawing a red welt. Then he began to tease Watson’s
erection. He ran his hands along the length of his cock, then his thumbs along
the tip. With each touch Watson gasped with pleasure. Holmes nibbled and licked
at him, his hot moist mouth setting Watson soul a fire. Holmes placed Watsons
cock fully in his mouth and began to suck him. One hand roamed Watson's chest, grabbing,
scratching and rubbing at his nipples, the other squeezed and pulled at Watson's
balls and teased at his entrance.
Watson swallowed, this
was the first time in a long time that he and Holmes had been together, and oh how
he missed it!
Holmes was an expert on
what pleased Watson and KNEW just where and how to touch him. Watson reached for Holmes and ran his
fingers though his dark hair with one hand, the other grasped at the hand
Holmes held at his chest, their fingers entwined. Watson arched upward forcing
his cock even deeper into Holmes mouth.
Watson was near breaking point, he could not hold back much longer. Holmes ceased his ministrations. He smiled as
he saw the look of disappointment. He stroked Watson's face, "Don't
worry"
Holmes reached for the
lubricating oil and rubbed Watson's entrance, then he took Watsons hand and put
the oil on it he placed his own cock in Watson's hand. He eagerly lubricated Holmes,
paying close attention to the head.
Watson sat up and
kissed Holmes, then turned over. Holmes
lifted Watson into position, he prepared to enter him, slowly at first, teasing
the puckered entrance with the tip of his cock. Cautiously he pushed in, Watson
took in a deep breathe, Holmes paused "No don't stop" Watson
whispered.
Holmes nodded and
continued pushing into Watson until his shaft was buried deep with in. Watson groaned as Holmes began to thrust. He grasped
Watson's backside and pinched him as he began to thrust harder. He ran his
hands along his back scratching at him. Watson moaned as Holmes reached under
him and grasped at his cock, they would climax together. Holmes quickened the
pace stroking at Watson and thrusting faster and faster. Both began panting,
their breathing became one.
Watson began to rock back and forth bringing
Holmes even deeper inside him his balls smacking Watson in the arse. Watson
gasped and cried out "HOLMES" as he his cock twitched and erupted.
Holmes thrusts grew
more urgent and with one final deep thrust he too climaxed. They stayed there a moment or two then collapsed
upon the bed and kissed one another.
They fell asleep enfolded in each other's arms.