Re: Stolen Moments pt 13/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:36:10 UTC
John's relationship with Sarah went nowhere. Though Sherlock never inquired, the look of frustration on his face after the next two dates made it obvious that his bit of petty vengeance had hit home. After the third date he'd trudged straight to the shower. Sherlock waited patiently outside.
When John emerged in nothing but his towel and a deep glower.
"Was the wank unsatisfying?" Sherlock asked.
"Putting aside that question being ever so much not your business," grumbled John, "I just returned from a date with Sarah, why would I need to wank?"
"If you'd had sex, you would have showered at her place. Dinner and a movie is not enough on it's own to warrant a third shower for the day. Therefore you were using the sound of the shower to mask masturbation, possibly in an attempt to hide the fact that your date was less than successful to me." Sherlock gazed nonchalantly at his fingers. "Though I don't know why you should try to hide such a thing."
"Perhaps because I find it embarrassing?" John said. "Ever considered that."
Sherlock softened his expression. "I never meant to embarrass you."
"And yet you do," John accused. Sherlock felt suddenly guilty.
"Sorry," said John, with genuine contriteness. "It's not your problem, it's mine. Thing is, I've never had this problem before. You might not know it to look at me, but I've had a pretty darned good track record when it comes with women. And I find Sarah lovely. So why can't I … all of a sudden… Why doesn't she do it for me?"
Sherlock weighed several answers before going with the one he felt was most honest. "Perhaps you realize that she's a distraction from better pursuits."
John's glare was back. "What, following you around like some pathetic puppy? That's the only thing else I do." John waited a second and when Sherlock didn't respond, he went on: "For some of us, sex is important. Romance is important. Marriage… would be nice. So am I supposed to be satisfied with a wank in the shower and a life of devotion to a flatmate who ignores me for days on end? I'm not a monk, and you aren't my religion."
"If I had sex with you, would that make it better?" Sherlock blurted out. The moment he said the words, he wished he could pull them back. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him hoped John would say yes. Part of him was terrified he would. Sex was awkward, and though it felt good, it always came with strings and conditions. Expectations. It always ended badly.
"What?" John shook his head. "Oh god. No!" He looked horrified.
"Why not?" Sherlock feeling stung and insulted.
John rubbed his head. "Sherlock… you are my best friend. I've never had a friend even remotely as special to me as you are." Sherlock glowed. "And I'm secure enough to admit that I love you, as a friend. But, never mind that I'm primarily attracted to women and you are primarily attracted to… crime scenes, when two people start bringing sex into things, it changes the relationship. I don't want to risk losing what we have. Especially not for the sake of a pity fuck."
Sherlock nodded. It was more or less what he'd been telling himself for months now. Disappointment was irrational and Sherlock refused to believe that was the cause of the tightness in his chest.
John clapped his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "It's very … you … of you to offer, but it's not going to fix my problem." He let go and headed towards the stairs. "Some mysteries I just have to solve on my own, Sherlock."
John's relationship with Sarah went nowhere. Though Sherlock never inquired, the look of frustration on his face after the next two dates made it obvious that his bit of petty vengeance had hit home. After the third date he'd trudged straight to the shower. Sherlock waited patiently outside.
When John emerged in nothing but his towel and a deep glower.
"Was the wank unsatisfying?" Sherlock asked.
"Putting aside that question being ever so much not your business," grumbled John, "I just returned from a date with Sarah, why would I need to wank?"
"If you'd had sex, you would have showered at her place. Dinner and a movie is not enough on it's own to warrant a third shower for the day. Therefore you were using the sound of the shower to mask masturbation, possibly in an attempt to hide the fact that your date was less than successful to me." Sherlock gazed nonchalantly at his fingers. "Though I don't know why you should try to hide such a thing."
"Perhaps because I find it embarrassing?" John said. "Ever considered that."
Sherlock softened his expression. "I never meant to embarrass you."
"And yet you do," John accused. Sherlock felt suddenly guilty.
"Sorry," said John, with genuine contriteness. "It's not your problem, it's mine. Thing is, I've never had this problem before. You might not know it to look at me, but I've had a pretty darned good track record when it comes with women. And I find Sarah lovely. So why can't I … all of a sudden… Why doesn't she do it for me?"
Sherlock weighed several answers before going with the one he felt was most honest. "Perhaps you realize that she's a distraction from better pursuits."
John's glare was back. "What, following you around like some pathetic puppy? That's the only thing else I do." John waited a second and when Sherlock didn't respond, he went on: "For some of us, sex is important. Romance is important. Marriage… would be nice. So am I supposed to be satisfied with a wank in the shower and a life of devotion to a flatmate who ignores me for days on end? I'm not a monk, and you aren't my religion."
"If I had sex with you, would that make it better?" Sherlock blurted out. The moment he said the words, he wished he could pull them back. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him hoped John would say yes. Part of him was terrified he would. Sex was awkward, and though it felt good, it always came with strings and conditions. Expectations. It always ended badly.
"What?" John shook his head. "Oh god. No!" He looked horrified.
"Why not?" Sherlock feeling stung and insulted.
John rubbed his head. "Sherlock… you are my best friend. I've never had a friend even remotely as special to me as you are." Sherlock glowed. "And I'm secure enough to admit that I love you, as a friend. But, never mind that I'm primarily attracted to women and you are primarily attracted to… crime scenes, when two people start bringing sex into things, it changes the relationship. I don't want to risk losing what we have. Especially not for the sake of a pity fuck."
Sherlock nodded. It was more or less what he'd been telling himself for months now. Disappointment was irrational and Sherlock refused to believe that was the cause of the tightness in his chest.
John clapped his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "It's very … you … of you to offer, but it's not going to fix my problem." He let go and headed towards the stairs. "Some mysteries I just have to solve on my own, Sherlock."
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Literally, loudly, LOL'd. XD
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