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Of course it was, but John couldn’t help considering it anyway. He hated that Sherlock knew what got him off, while Sherlock, as far as he could tell with his limited observational skill, had no sex drive to speak of. It made him feel weaker, vulnerable, and he detested feeling weak in any way. Detested it, but craved it at the same time. And that was the whole appeal of hypnosis, wasn’t it? Having the choice taken from him. Being made vulnerable without any nagging doubts, without anxiety. Letting go, completely.
Needless to say, the prospect ran through his mind that night as he stroked himself. Thoughts of what Sherlock, always so confident and in control, would do to him. What it would feel like. And then his bed creaked, and he thought of Sherlock in his own room, listening, knowing that John was masturbating and knowing what he was thinking of, and god help him, the thought brought him over the edge.
It wasn’t that he was attracted to Sherlock, exactly. He still considered himself straight. (Who knew what Sherlock considered himself to be.) But this went beyond attraction. It was a deep-rooted need, a base desire that had never been so strong before now, and it dictated the direction of John’s focus. At the moment, his entire focus was on Sherlock.
The following evening, John was putting away that week’s shopping-anything to get himself out of the flat-when he finally gathered the nerve to broach the topic again. Sherlock was seated on the couch watching one of his reality shows, still in his robe, with his knees pulled up to his chest. John turned to him and thought briefly how beautiful he looked, with his pale skin and small features. It was becoming clear that he was already in way too deep.
“Why would you want to?” he asked after a minute had elapsed. Sherlock said nothing, waiting for John to finish his sentence, even though he knew what John was talking about, damn it. “Why would you want to hypnotize me?” he conceded, voice cracking. It sounded so childish and silly to say out loud. But it affected him so strongly.
Sherlock grinned at the television. “I think it could be fun,” he replied. He talked as though it were a game, with no consideration for John’s discomfort or the gravity of the decision. John didn’t know if that made it easier or harder.
“But what would you get out of it?” he pressed. Surely it wouldn’t be sexual for Sherlock, like it would be for him. He wanted to know why Sherlock would agree to that.
“I’m a sociopath, remember? I enjoy manipulating people. Maybe I’m curious to see what I can make you do.”
John closed his eyes and sucked in air, then let it out in a low chuckle. “Not very manipulative if you tell me ahead of time, is it?”
Sherlock finally turned to him, still with that impish smile, and touched a finger to his nose. “High-functioning.”
“But what if-“ John swallowed- “what if I do get off on it?” He hid behind the hypothetical, even though they were beyond that by now.
“I’m not a child. I’m familiar with the functions of the human body.”
John wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but if Sherlock was okay with this being one sided, then… “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Sherlock’s face lit up as he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Brilliant!” Jumping up from the couch, he turned off the television then motioned to where he had been sitting. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said.
“Now?” John squeaked.
“Of course,” said Sherlock. “I’m bored to bloody tears, or hadn’t you noticed?”
John limped over to the couch-nothing like acute anxiety to make his leg act up-and dropped heavily onto the cushions.
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