[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

John stroked my hair, "Sounds so forced."

I stared at him for a long time, I lowered my head, and kissed his lips lightly, "John, give me a chance, let me show myself."

John smiled. "What are you trying to show?"

I looked at him and said, "I've thought about this a lot, I mean sex, my John, it's necessary for you in life and it makes you happy, I admit I It’s true that sex has always been taken seriously. I don’t think our friendship needs that to maintain it. I think sex is troublesome, cumbersome and redundant. It will also affect my judgment and make me emotional, but…John, Now the situation is different, you finally came back to me, I want to cherish you, cherish this reunion, my previous thoughts are all wrong, I hope you can be happier, happier, I think To make you happy, and this, I can just give, believe me, as long as I work hard, I'm no worse than anyone else."

John's voice became hoarse suddenly, and he said, "What are you going to... do?"

I smiled, "Start with dinner, let's go to a more advanced restaurant, you put on a formal suit, I also put on a formal suit, then we drink some wine, if you like, I can also take a ride with you on the Ferris wheel, it is on every day We keep turning and turning in front of us, but we have never sat down once, which is a pity."

"A date?"

I frowned and said in denial, "No John, we've dated a long time ago, more than you've dated any woman, it's not dating, it's foreplay."

John's eyes widened, "Can eating dinner be considered foreplay?"

"Think about it, while you're eating steak, you're guessing when I'm going to fuck you..." I looked at him, John blushed again, and I continued, "You don't know what will happen I will not tell you, but I promise you, it will be tonight, not later than tonight," I lowered my ears to his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "I will definitely do it with you, all, set."

"Oh my God." He almost groaned into my arms.

Before this Christmas, I dismissed sex, I have been ignoring it, and even thought it was trivial, some scholars put sex and survival consciousness into the scope of human instinct, but I always feel that sex and life can be completely Separated until John was sitting trembling on my erection in my childhood cot, the soft entrance swirled hungrily on my cock, and I instinctively wanted to enter him at that moment strong desire.

In the bathroom, John said that I was so slow. He has never seen how other virgins who have never experienced sex cope with their first time. I think even if I react a little slower, I am still better than them. More, at least I'm not overwhelmed.

But I have to admit, John's reaction shocked me.

He is so sexy.

You can't tell when he's dressed, and to me, except for his army-stained swear words, he's so prim, his hair is always neat, his buttons and collar There was very little chaos, he had a beginning and an end, and things were organized, and when he took off all the pretense, the raw, naked, lust-obsessed John, he was so open.

I almost couldn't digest it, I said my nosebleed was going to come out, that's not an adjective, my veins were popping up on my forehead, John must have seen it, I almost tasted the sweet taste of blood in my mouth, mixed with John The smell of his semen has been swallowing in my throat. If I hadn't been brought back to reality by those two knocks on the door, I would have drowned in the bathtub, in his arms.

John sat obediently in the dining room, he folded his napkins neatly and placed them by his elbows, any woman who saw him would think he was very old-fashioned and conservative, when I thought of this, the corners of my mouth crooked and I smiled. Realized that I had picked up a treasure.

John leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Sherlock, what are you smirking at?"

"Oh don't worry, John, I'm not planning something crooked, I'm nervous too." I sipped the red wine in my goblet, yes, I didn't lie to him, I'm going to end abstinence, I compared my history He was even more nervous, I took a long breath and said, "However, John, I have to prove it to you. , a sex that never misses a single step.”

He heard me say this on the way to drink water, and almost choked the whole restaurant shaking, "What the hell steps? There are no strict steps in this kind of thing." He muttered, "And, when you first started It's not that we don't need this between us, don't force yourself for me."

"But you also told me that sex is a very happy process and an indispensable behavior in life. I want to verify whether what you said is correct."

"Can you tell me what exactly you're going to do tonight?" John coughed, "Please tell me, you mustn't prepare some weird props."

"Props?" Hearing this word, a lot of microscopes and magnifying glasses flashed through my brain, and some strangely shaped sex toys popped out after a few seconds. I said, "Tonight... I like simple a little."

John nodded reassuringly, holding the goblet, and then he let go and covered his face across the table, "God, I'm embarrassed, fuck..." He looked up at me again, and said with a smile, "Sherlock , you can always act as if nothing happened."

I looked at him with wide eyes, "This is a big misunderstanding. I can't interpret the guests and waiters in this restaurant for fifteen minutes. I can't think of you anymore."

John winked cutely at me, "Are you serious? I'm sitting right in front of you and you're thinking about me."

"All the time."

We idly chatted about Scotland Yard and the news in the newspaper while we were eating. Whenever our eyes met, John would bite his lip and smile. I don’t think he was concentrating on eating or concentrating. chatting, he was thinking of other things.

Anything else, I've reminded him about it.

But now it’s only 8 o’clock, we put on our coats and scarves, and walked around the London Eye with our jacket pockets. I remembered when I was young, I just graduated from university and worked in the British Museum. When I was walking along this river, there was no one around me. I needed a lot of time to meditate, but I needed someone to talk to me more to help me sort out my thoughts.

Later, I got my wish and picked up a roommate who worked hard.

Most of the time when I was talking to John, I didn’t really care about his expression. Later, gradually, my speaking speed became slower and slower in front of him. I also noticed that my words would often be interrupted inexplicably, and I would not He was attracted by a certain expression of his control, and then stared at him non-stop.

I will be curious about how his eyebrows rise, I will stare at the color of his iris in a daze, I can't help but want to look through his face to find his true emotions, I start to care about his state, if he Every day is very gloomy, so I will also be very lonely. If he suddenly smiles at me, no matter whether he has said any jokes or done any stupid things, even if he has never done anything, just Smile at me, and I will unconsciously grin at him too.

I have thought many times, even if he is a woman, it doesn't matter, I can learn how to get along with complicated women for him, and he is a man like me, so getting along becomes easier.

The Millennium Wheel was right in front of us, shining blue light. John and I stood side by side on the path, the trees on both sides of the path were bare, and he and I looked up at this huge playground toy. The two sighed in unison.

I said, "A stupid wheel can't open the window yet, and the mechanical shaft in the middle can last for 50 years at most. After a long time, this Ferris wheel has to be disassembled and changed. When it is installed again, the surrounding scenery It's different again."

"50 years." John smiled, "I will be over 50 years old in 80 years, who cares if this broken wheel is still there, I'm afraid I won't live that long."

I bowed my head and said, "If you can't live that long, then I can't live that long either. Without you, I'd be bored to death."

"You are boring without me, but you don't use guns recently, you use bows and arrows to deal with walls instead."

"I have to practice archery. I haven't practiced for a long time."

John's small head turned to look at me. His eyeballs were bluer and deeper than the ferris wheel. I was fascinated by it and couldn't extricate myself. He said, "Why are we still standing here?"

I frowned, "Why don't you go up and sit down?"

John reached out his hand from his pocket and tugged at the corner of my shirt, "Don't waste your time, Sher...lock, I don't want to ride the Ferris wheel."

"Then what do you want to take?" My eyes turned to the sightseeing bus. What's the difference between that thing and a bus?

John kept looking at me, his eyes seemed to be telling something, watery, he hoped that I could read his gaze, but I was still puzzled, his brilliant brain was useless for a while, and he was annoyed I tugged on my coat anxiously, I immediately lowered my ears, John whispered next to my ear, "Go back to Baker Street, I want to sit with you."

I immediately pursed my lips tightly, my heart beating like thunder,! ! !It hit my chest, I took a deep breath like suffocation, and nodded vigorously in front of him, oh, incredible, I almost roared in public because of his whisper.

I found that I was starting to lose control because of my racing heart, and I couldn't stop talking while I was sitting in the taxi, and I said, "It's only 8:30, if you're bored, why don't we go to the cab, or let's go to the bar, yeah , How about going to the bar? Or to the library? Oh, the theater, John, the theater has a new concert recently, I don't like to watch operas and movies, I don't like to sit in the dark for 3 hours, But the concert will be different..."

"Okay, let's go to the concert."

I looked at him silently.

John said lazily, "We'll listen to it in two days. Tonight, you have important things to do, don't you?"

I swallowed.

221B was in front of me in an instant, I took out the key to open the door of the apartment, turned around and let John go in first, I stood at the door, I felt a drop of sweat slipping from my temple, then I walked into the room, closed the door, John quietly He took off his coat in front of me and hung it on the hanger. He let go of his tie and took a look at me. He said, "Do I need a shower?"

I squinted my eyes. Whether John takes a shower or not should be his own business. He has never asked me for my opinion on this private matter since I met him, so I gave him a absent-minded grace.

John said again: "Okay, you together?"

I felt dizzy and my lips were itchy, John slowly raised his eyelids and stared at me in surprise, "My God."

I raised my head and pinched my bloody nose. The nosebleed slid down my lips and onto my chin, and I said I couldn't digest it!Sooner or later I will have a cerebral hemorrhage because of him! John quickly helped me upstairs and took a tissue to stop the bleeding. I sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. John stood aside and gently touched my forehead to check my temperature, "My Jesus, you are not sick. Already? Your body temperature is normal, and your pupils are also normal. I can't find anything wrong. Go to the hospital?"

I squinted at him, "John...are you like this in front of your wives?"

He stared at me, "Which pot you don't open, which pot to carry, of course, they are sick, and I am so anxious."

"No...I mean on the bed, in front of them, you seduce them like this?"

John stared at me blankly for a while, "Do you know what silly things you're talking about?"

I looked at him jealously, "When I think that I'm not the first and not the only one to see you like that, I get angry."

"What kind?"

"The way I cum while biting my lip!"

John yelled to God, "You got a nosebleed because of this little thing?"

"It's not a trivial matter! And I'm not angry like this! When I think of you going to undress in front of me later, my brain is congested!"

John rubbed his forehead and laughed at me, his expression was like he had never seen such a funny joke before, he said with a smile, "Then your engorgement is in the wrong place..." He came over suddenly, sat on the arm of the sofa, squeezed My chin, looked at me and said, "You should be a little lower where the blood is congested...and, are you a fool, are you going to make me laugh to death," John shyly stroked my blood-stained lips, " I wouldn't do something so embarrassing in front of them, my God, how do you think I would... spread my legs in front of women... only when you're there..."

"Only when I'm present, do you call the bed limply?"

"When the hell did I call the bed in front of you..." John's fingers passed my eyebrows and landed on my earlobe, and he stroked my face and said, "But maybe tonight...you can listen one time."

The bloody nosebleed that had finally stopped slipped out of my nostrils again, and John laughed gruffly, leaving me alone in the living room to wipe the bloody nose while he went into the bathroom.