[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Speaking of Christmas, it's coming in a blink of an eye, next week, I'm busy with shopping, I really don't want to be responsible for the drudgery, big bags, comparing prices, and thinking about styles, I hope someone can be kind to me Reaching out, but my anti-social asshole roommate just turns the floor tiles upside down in the supermarket and gets thrown out by the salesperson, I have to go out myself for the sake of world peace, my Christmas dinner and dessert Wine can't count on that naughty bastard to be carried back to the apartment.

Many years ago, he invited me to his parents' house for Christmas. Since then, it has become an annual custom for me to go to his house for Christmas. I have never been absent for many years. Ren's wife went to visit, and they all warmly entertained me, and this year is no exception. I have to pick some gifts to go to his house, buy a bottle of wine for his annoying brother and his simple and honest father, and buy a pair The chessboard was given to his mother who was a math wizard.

We drove there a week before Christmas. His old house is very charming. It is small, but very warm and comfortable. It looks like a forest cabin in a fairy tale. It is hard for me to imagine that this is the place where Holmes grew up. , to be honest, I can't imagine how a child prodigy with such an arrogant and smelly fart endured a boring childhood in this kind of place where the front and back yards are decorated with small flower beds, that little Sherlock Holmes, 4, 5 years old Whether you are old, sitting in front of the window with your chin in your hands, thinking about how to conquer the outside world with a pirate ship.

He did conquer the world later, but it was not with a pirate ship, but with his superb deductive method. I have never been stingy with my praise for this, almost as many times as I have scolded him for putting a dead snake in his desk many.

When standing at the door of his house and ringing the doorbell, Sherlock lowered his head and smiled at me mysteriously. I must have looked at him with that foolish expression again. I always want to pretend to be smart in front of him, believe me Me, I tried my best, maybe I was born with a stupid face, maybe I shouldn't have known Sherlock Holmes to complement my intelligence, anyway, I was confused by his sudden smile.

I swallowed, and the door opened, and his very, very, very friendly parents came out to greet me with a smile, hugged me, I handed them the gift, and I was instantly warmed up when I entered the house I was moved by the fireplace, I ran to the fireplace and squatted down to warm my hands, rubbing my warm palms contentedly, a glass of wine suddenly appeared on my face, I raised my head, and Sherlock held the glass at me with his white fingers , and looked at me with that weird smile again, I took the cup and put it to my mouth uncomfortably, drank it, strengthened my courage, and asked him, "When you smile with this expression, it means you plan to plan When things go wrong."

"Oh, my amazing John, your brain is on holiday like Mycroft's at Christmas? I think you should stop drinking the wine I hand you before you question me next time. "

I choked out of his fright, "Damn...you drugged again? I'll fuck you...what kind of bastard alkaloid this time?!"

Sherlock showed a childish innocent smile, his teeth were snow white, he turned around and walked into the restaurant and waved to me, "Don't be afraid, I don't have time for alkaloid extraction today, my dear doctor, come over for dinner."

I lifted the glass and sniffed it suspiciously, to make sure there was really no goddam strange drug in it, and then I took another sip before I could calm down and walked into the restaurant, pulled out the chair by myself, and sat next to Sherlock .

Mycroft won't be back home for two days, so today's dinner is just me and the heartless bastard, and the bastard's friendly and charming parents, we quietly enjoy traditional home cooking, to be honest myself But I can’t produce these magical delicacies. When I was married, I relied on my American wife who was not very good at cooking. Now that I’m single again, I rely on the landlady’s small snacks and downstairs insisting on giving me and Sherlock. Small restaurant by candlelight.

I heard Mrs. Holmes grunt, and she said, "You're finally done, John?"

I froze for a moment, looked up from behind the dinner plate, and looked at Mrs. Holmes, "What happened? What are you talking about? Are you talking about Sherlock's case?"

She and Mr. Holmes looked at each other and smiled, and I turned my head and asked Sherlock for advice, "What are they laughing at? You are telling a joke that only I can understand in the whole world."

Sherlock is concentrating on his plate, and he is dueling with a piece of steak, but the corner of his mouth is always up. I have never seen such a reserved and shy smile on his face, which makes me secretly shiver. I feel like I am about to I was sweating in this weird atmosphere.

Mrs. Holmes waved her hand in disapproval. She broke off a chicken leg and put it on my plate, and said with a smile, "I mean you and Sherlock, can you two finally be together?"

Haven't Sherlock and I been together all this time?When am I not with him?Even if I'm married, I often run around with him to solve cases...

Wait, I realized that the knife and fork in my hand fell to the table in horror, and I said with trepidation: "Wait... wait a moment, there is something wrong with this, it's not like that between me and Sherlock... I moved I went back to the apartment because... I can't take good care of myself by myself...er... because I'm alone now..."

I lost my confidence while talking, God, oh God, what did Sherlock and I do by the stream in the woods, he touched and kissed me intimately, did these little actions leak, I He licked his lips nervously, shook his head stubbornly, and continued: "No... Sherlock and I are not like that..."

"But Sherlock told me before going home that there is no need to tidy up the guest room, you will sleep in Sherlock's room tonight."

My eyes must have been so wide that I was about to pop out and fall into the soup bowl, "Sorry... you just said... I sleep in Sherlock's room? Where does he sleep then?"

"Hahahaha...look at this silly boy...he's the same as before. One brain." The Holmes shrugged their shoulders across the table and were about to laugh. He laughed so hard that he would suffocate and collapse on the floor in the end.

I stare at their smiling faces.

To be honest, I couldn't find the joke in this conversation at all. I couldn't understand the humor of this pair of elderly people until I was lying on the same bed side by side with Sherlock. What is the reason for laughing like that, and almost burst into tears from laughing.

They were gloating at the good show.

I stared at the ceiling helplessly. I don’t understand why there are so many guest rooms in his house. Why do I have to lie on Sherlock’s small bed? I don’t even understand. There are so many people in the world. Why, tonight, lie beside me It happened to be Sherlock Holmes.

I propped up my arms and stared at his lying flat beside him in the light of the desk lamp. His slender arms were placed outside the quilt, and they were layered on his stomach.

"Sherlock...you are really self-conscious. I didn't ask you to go to bed, you just jumped on it. Also, why did you tell your mother not to sleep in the guest room for me? Why? Look at your parents , I was about to be laughed at by them and wanted to run out and find a rabbit hole to go in."

Sherlock half-closed one eye and looked at me from the pillow, "Because I want to sleep with you, do you need another reason?"

God, that's a great answer. It's the perfect example of his unsurpassed arrogance. He doesn't even need to ask me if I want to sleep with him or not.

I fell back heavily and fell back into the bed again. To be honest, I was almost exhausted. I was exhausted from traveling and traveling, and after taking a hot bath, my blood circulation slowed down. I just want to close my eyes and be beautiful I fell into a deep sleep, but my heart was constricting and beating non-stop, as if lying beside me was a live lion with its mouth wide open.

"But Sherlock, we've never slept in the same bed before."

"We squeezed the stairs together."

"... That's completely different from sleeping in the same bed. I don't need to sleep with you at all. I don't need to. My mental state is much better recently, and I can sleep alone."

Sherlock opened his eyes and turned to look at me. He looked at me for so long that I couldn't look straight anymore for a moment. I looked away and lowered my eyelids to the quilt we shared.

"John? Do you still make wishes at Christmas? I do." Sherlock smiled, "I don't care how you make fun of my childishness on the blog, I don't care. Only then did I feel that those magics are so beautiful, they are a kind of unconstrained imagination, magic is purely a kind of sustenance, it is impossible to exist in this cruel society full of crimes, but making a wish is harmless, isn’t it? Will make a wish, this year's wish is to lie on the same bed as John Watson, I know it won't work if I say it, but this is the only wish I have for Christmas, if I have to say it to someone, that person It's you, my best friend, my only friend in the world. I would like to share everything with you, even my shady secrets."

Damn, what he said made my whole body feel warm, I was so moved that I had goosebumps, I couldn't hold back my smile, I smiled at him, and then shivered under the blanket pretending to be disgusted, Sherlock The naughty ghost raised his hand at this moment and turned off the bedside lamp, and I was suddenly plunged into darkness with no help and no way out.

My foot accidentally touched his calf under the quilt, I swallowed, the bed is so narrow, and there is only one quilt, it is inevitable for two big men to touch their bodies, I carefully moved my foot, Sherlock suddenly pressed his foot on mine, kicked me once, I kicked him again angrily, and then he kicked me back like revenge, so I persisted in the spirit of not admitting defeat Willingly kicked him again, and then we kicked each other like two rambunctious brats in the bed, and I almost fell under the bed because of it, Sherlock laughed.

"Damn it, don't you let me sleep!" I had enough fun, grabbed the quilt and put it back on my body, and seriously asked for a truce, "I took the train for four hours today!"

"What a coincidence, I also had a day like this, and then I had dinner and took a hot bath, and my day was almost exactly the same as John Watson's." Sherlock also lay down again, and I quietly Listening to his slight panting after laughing, his breath is full of happiness.

What is there for him to be so happy about having a day exactly like mine?The whole day today is unremarkable, not as good as his gorgeous detective career with battlefield-like ups and downs in 221B.

I slowly closed my eyes on the pillow, the room was pitch black, my hand was suddenly held by a warm, strong palm, I heard my own heart fiercely hitting my chest, the bed The pad creaked and sank in my direction, a soft kiss was branded on my eyelids, I thought it was his lips, and I could smell the scent of his body after the bath.

I seriously suspect that he kissed the wrong part in the dark, and sure enough, he let out a depressed snort, which contained heavy frustration, and his hot air, his breath swept over my face, like in a savannah The breeze blowing over, and then he lifted his other hand to pinch my chin, fixed my head, not allowing me to move around, the lips finally stuck to the right position, and he stuck to my lips for a few minutes For a long time, the tongue didn't come in, but I was sucked by the tender and hot lips with moist lips. I couldn't help but tremble slightly in such a tender and pure kiss.

He kissed enough, hugged my shoulders, pressed my face into his chest, all these movements were so natural, the whole process was quiet, no one made a sound, I leaned on his arm sideways, his A big hand was pressing the back of my head, a slender long leg rested on my leg, my cheek was pressed against his hot chest, I could feel the skin on his body through the pajamas, the heat was enough to melt me , just as I was indulging in this sensual and irresistible hug, Sherlock's hands began to be dishonest.

He squeezed my arm, then my waist, and if he dared to tickle me, I'd have to throw him against the wall, and he sighed with an emotion I couldn't understand, "Oh, John, your whole body is full of flesh, a lot of flesh, your arms, your back, and your stomach are all soft, completely different from me. I am made of steel, and my skeleton is made of fine iron Screws, fat is a luxury for me, and you are all made of meat."

I said angrily, "Who the hell will grow fat at the age of 38! You will soon too!"

"I don't dislike you at all, John, you are wrong to be angry, this is good, no, very good, you have a great figure." He said, putting his hands on my back, He kneaded there, as if he had encountered an interesting thing that was very suitable for him, and he kneaded endlessly.

I admit it, I enjoy this kind of "grandmother style" touching very much, it makes me feel very relaxed, I like to be touched, he seems to have discovered this little hobby of mine, his hand passed the back of my neck, stretched He entered my hair to comfort me and healed the wounds in my heart. I leaned into his arms, and with a comfortable mood, I gradually fell asleep under this just right touch.