New Beginnings

Part 6

 

 

Holmes awoke to the sounds of Watson's snoring. He smiled I have missed you in my bed my Watson.   Holmes sat up yawned, stretched and reached for the cigarette case. The clock read 8:15.

He smoked his cigarette quickly and sighed deeply.

I had best wake Watson; he looks so peaceful, I  wonder what you dream?  He leaned close and kissed his forehead, he lay back down, gazing his lover. I know I should wake you, but I can’t seem to. He stroked Watson’s face, and brushed the hair from his eyes. Watson swatted at this face as if to shoo a fly, and grunted indignantly. 

“ Watson…. Come on…”He gently tapped his cheek “Wake up” He whispered in his ear, licking at it as he did so.

 

Watson stirred and opened one eye.

He smiled to see Holmes lying next to him. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “I thought I had dreamt this afternoon”

 

Once again Holmes stroked his face, and kissed him tenderly; “So you dream of me do you” He laughed

 

Watson blushed, “Sometimes… What time is it?”

 

“It’s just gone half past eight” Holmes yawned sleepily.

 

Watson jumped from the bed and hurriedly dressed. “I have got to go, Mary is probably wondering what has happened to me”

 

Without thinking he rushed from the bedroom, grabbed his belongings and rushed down the stairs.  Once outside he called for a cab. Holmes went to the sitting room window and watched him leave. For the first time in their association Holmes thought Watson had been selfish.  He was in such a rush he didn’t even saying good-bye.

 

 

Watson walked into his house and hung his coat in the usual place; He headed for his office and lay his medical bag down. Mary had been in t he sitting room, he hadn’t even noticed.

 

Watson sat at his desk fumbling with some papers and his own guilty thoughts. What shall I tell her?  Perhaps the truth after a long day I stopped in to see Holmes and… And what I made love to him all afternoon?  WHAT are you thinking!  Watson rubbed his neck where Holmes had bitten a fraction too hard, raising a welt and leaving quite a love bite. Thank god for high collars! I shall just tell

Before he could complete his thought there was a knock at the door, and it slowly opened. Mary walked in looking concerned.

 

Watson smiled at her, “I’ve had a busy day, thought I would write up some notes whilst they were still fresh in my mind.”

 

She nodded and came round to his chair and rubbed his neck and shoulders. If he didn’t do something soon she would surely see the marks; he turned to face her and kissed her passionately. He pulled her down to sit on top of him and ripped the dress from her as if it were nothing. Mary gasped as his mouth claimed her nipple and he bit her hard, her nails dug into his back. Releasing her breast, Watson blew out the lamp he had lit. He manoeuvred Mary so that when she would kiss and suck his neck (at his request) above the mark that was already there. When she saw it would have appeared to come from her, at least to her eyes. He took her there and then upon his desk, sending patient records to the floor in a cascade of papers. Mary had never known him to be so desperate, but she didn’t care, her body responded well to him, Strange that John does not respond so quickly this evening. When they had finished, Watson escorted Mary to the bedroom. He put on his night-shirt and dressing gown, kissed her good night and headed down stairs to clean the mess. 

 

One evening a week later Watson received a telegram from Holmes, he didn’t bother to ask he simply went.

 

Holmes had requested Watson meet him at Lestrade's flat, while Watson thought this unusual he did as requested.

 

When Watson arrived he knocked and was surprised to be greeted by Lestrade himself. “I thought Holmes was to be here?”   He looked about suspiciously

 

“Relax Doctor, you are safe, Holmes is on his way. Mrs. Hudson has company and Holmes felt it best if you meet somewhere a little more private, I offered the use of my flat as I shall be working night shift tonight.” Lestrade smiled brightly

 

Watson sat on the sofa, and graciously accepted the drink Lestrade poured and offered to him.

 

“Don’t worry Watson, your secrete is safe with me. I think you know that.”

Watson nodded. “Good you tell Holmes to treat you right tonight, there's a nice cold supper laid on for you both in the bed room. Just thought I’d help the mood along.” Lestrade took his hat and winked at Watson. “Don’t do anything I wouldn't.  Goodnight Doctor" With a wave of his hand he was gone. Watson stood stunned for a moment or two. I can not believe that Lestrade KNOWS!  Did he deduce or did Holmes take him into his confidence?

 

As if on cue the door opened and there stood Holmes, he looked very debonair, he was dressed in evening dress as though going to the theatre. Watson drank him in, and undressed him with his eyes.

Holmes was a fine figure of a man in clothes or out, but in a tuxedo he was absolutely breathtaking.

 

Watson stood to greet him; he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him warmly. "You look wonderful" He cooed in his ear.

 

Holmes stood back and smiled, he spun around to allow Watson a good look, and bowed slightly. Watson smiled appreciatively.

 

"You look as if you’re going to the theatre." 

 

"Ah that is what I wanted Mrs. Hudson to think. I take it you approve of my attire?" He removed his hat and gloves and tossed them to the nearby table.  He took Watson by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  "Lestrade has shown us remarkable hospitality best not waist a moment" Watson followed willingly.

 

After they had made love Watson partook of the cold supper Lestrade had set out for them.  Holmes sat and watched with a curious smile “You are indeed a man of the most ravenous appetites aren’t you?”

 

Watson gulped down a glass of wine and leaned back and rested his head on Holmes stomach, “I certainly have an insatiable appetite for you!” He turned his head to face Holmes cock and gave it a kiss.

 

Holmes gave a quick laugh, and softly stroked Watson’s hair ”Watson, does Lestrade's knowing about us bother you?”

 

Watson shifted position on the bed so that he was now face to face with Holmes whilst lying side by side. “I don’t know really. I consider Phillip a friend, and have had him to the house many times; he was, as you know the best man at my wedding and spent Christmas with us. I would never have out right told him of our situation, but from things he has said I think he pieced a lot of it together on his own.”

 

Holmes nodded, “It was he who convinced me I should tell you how I feel, before it was too late were his words I believe.”

 

“Then I should thank him “ Watson kissed Holmes tenderly.  and rose to get dressed.  “ he has done us both a service, and because of that I would have to say no, I am not bothered.”

 

Holmes looked sad as dressed. Watson paused and sat down, taking his hand reassuringly. “I will be back, all you need do is summon me and I am there, you know that Holmes.”

 

Holmes looked as if he would cry, “I know. It’s just I remember what it was like before, and I know what it’s like now, and I miss the before. The late nights together, waking with you by my side. Holding you in the night, I miss you Watson, silly as that sounds, especially coming from me.”

 

Watson shook his head and sighed  “I miss you too Holmes” He hugged him and kissed his lips tenderly. “ I must go. Goodnight”

 

And with that he was out the bedroom door, and a few minutes after out the flat door.

 

Holmes lay in bed; he whispered “goodnight” and soon fell asleep.