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It was late in the evening, two months later, that Holmes returned with a flush expression on his face, and a nervous look in his eye. He helped himself to brandy, and lit a cigarette, sitting in his chair by the fire.
I had stayed up to finish my novel, but now put the book down to better take in the details of my friend, and make a few observations of my own.
The most startling was the fact that I could SΜell sex on him.
Part of me wondered if he always came home, stinking of his sin, and I had never bothered to notice it. Regardless of his past behaviors, I could SΜell it on him now, that unmistakable scent of man抯 release, mingling with the SΜell of his sweat, and a musky scent that was all Holmes.
Looking at him more closely, I saw that he no longer wore the cufflinks that he had left our suites with. His cravat was obviously tied in haste. And there was a richness to his red lips, a swollen quality, that suggested strenuous oral activity.
My own body flushed at the very thought of it. Those lips, Holmes?lips, sucking upon a man抯 erection, the idea was so absurd, and yet so delectable, I squirmed in my chair.
Holmes looked over at me, concerned. 揥hat are you doing, Watson??BR>
I stared at him sternly. 揑 am wondering if you used enough lubricant this time.?BR>
Holmes?mouth gaped open in shock. I suppose that for a man who was so good at discovering other people抯 secrets, he believed his own to be impenetrable. And yet I had apparently hit close to the mark, for he looked as though he were going to be sick, studying my face as if I were a wizard. In any other circumstance, I would have SΜiled, justified in giving Holmes a taste of his own medicine.
Instead, however, I just sighed, shaking my head. 揌olmes?Why can抰 you treat your body with more respect??BR>
Holmes flushed a bright red and looked away from me, staring into the fire. He SΜoked silently for a long time. And then finally he threw his fag into the flames, and narrowed his eyes at me.
揥hat I do with my body is my own concern,?he told me coldly.
揘ot your concern alone,?I said, closing my book firmly and sitting up to glare at him. 揧ou and I have a partnership together here at Baker Street. I would be sorely put out if you contracted a fatal disease.?BR>
Holmes snorted. 揟hat is your concern? I catch a venereal disease, and you are out half the rent??BR>
揧ou know that is not what I mean,?I said lowly. 揑 would be devastated if anything happened to you. But you are taking risks that far outweigh even your deplorable cоcaine addiction.?BR>
揝top lecturing me,?Holmes spat. He stood to leave.
揑 will not!?I shouted, standing up with him. I was suddenly furious, furious that he would pleasure street urchins, mindless of the dangers, ripping his body apart in his desire for rough play. 揑 am your doctor, as well as your friend, and I cannot stand by and watch you destroy yourself!?BR>
Holmes?eyes flashed dangerously. In two steps he crossed the room to me, glaring at me. 揂re you worried for my reputation??BR>


揑抦 worried sick for your physical well-being!?I said angrily. 揋od, Holmes, fornicating with prostitutes who physically hurt you as they sodomize you is absolutely awful!?I cried, not realizing how hurt I was by his actions until I said this out loud.
揧ou have no idea how it feels,?he said.
I took a deep breath. 揙n the contrary, Holmes, I do. I do know how it feels. And I STILL advise you to be gentler.?BR>
Holmes jerked back. He stared at me in absolute shock.
揧ou??he whispered, aghast.
I nodded.
揥hen??BR>
揑n boarding school. And with a few chaps in the army.?BR>
Holmes gagged on unspoken words. When he regained his composure, he narrowed his eyes at me. 揑 would never have guessed. You seemed the quintessential ladies?man.?BR>
揑 am,?I said. 揑 love women. But that doesn抰 mean I didn抰 experiment in my youth. After all, I had read medical texts which were mildly suggestive.?BR>
I moved towards him, calming the torrent of emotions throbbing in my breast. I gripped his arm.
揌olmes. I am not a complete dullard. I understand why you engage in this activity. I myself have fallen prey to the lure of such delights. But if you continue to treat yourself so deplorably, and with such unseemly partners, you could lose everything. Your health, your livelihood, and yes, as you have pointed out, your reputation as well.?BR>
He looked petulant. Almost like a child, I thought. I had seen the carefree bohemian side of my friend, but never this side, pouting, childish.
I sighed loudly. 揌olmes, do not棑
He kissed me. Suddenly, my words were pushed from my mouth by his tongue, plunging inside of me, all of my thoughts fleeing with my words. I stood frozen, wrists held by his stronger hands, and he kissed me long and hard, and I did not resist. In fact, when he finally did pull away for a breath, my body was flush, aching for more.
He had a mischievous glint in his eye. 揘ow I know how to shut the esteemed Dr. Watson up.?BR>
I narrowed my eyes at him. I intended to sound cross, but the waver in my voice gave away my true feelings. 揌olmes! You cannot just kiss me and imagine that the argument is over! I still wish to discuss棑
He kissed me again. I groaned into his mouth, but let him claim me. I had forgotten the heat of holding another man, the power. Mary had been SΜall, warm, and soft. Holmes was burning, his flesh igniting mine where we touched, and he was all muscle, his lean body pressing against mine. He took several steps forward and I was pressed back, stumbling as we continued to kiss, until he pinned me against the wall. His arms locked around my head and he braced himself with his hands against the wall.
揇o you like that, Watson??he purred in my ear. I had never known his voice to be so velvety, so dark and arousing. Holmes had changed before my very eyes, from cold and calculating to hot and passionate. I felt dizzy from the revelation.
My voice shook as I spoke. 揑f you think I抦 going to pleasure you moments after you have had some street urchin inside of you, you are sorely mis棑


Holmes crouched and palmed the outside of my trousers with his hands. My head lolled back and I moaned. He silently and deftly unbuckled my trousers and unbuttoned my flies. Before I could stop him, my member was free, large and bright red. I had no moment to think, to question, when he suddenly engulfed it in his mouth and swallowed me down.
I moaned as though I were dying. I had no idea fellatio could feel this good. Holmes, a master of all he studied, had perfected his art, and pulled me deep into his throat, using his throat muscle to constrict around me in rhythm, pumping me with such ecstasy I believe I may have even started weeping.
And then, with the same speed as his lips had fallen upon me, he withdrew. I groaned in disappointment, and reached out for him.
His features were tinged pink, eyes wild, lips swollen. Without saying a word he grabbed me by my arm and forcefully led me into his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and locked it.
揌olmes,?I began shakily. I had to regain some control over the situation. This was spiraling out of control. My mind was foggy, stunned by the power of his mouth upon me. 揕isten to me. Before we棑
Once again, my words were consumed by his lips. He pressed me hard against the locked door and kissed me with such ferocity I could taste blood. My mind was swirling away from me, I could think no longer, only feel, my need engorged, heavier than it ever had been, prick standing at attention above my lowered trousers. As he kissed me, Holmes reached down and unbuttoned his own trousers, kicking off his shoes, pulling his legs free of all clothing. He thrust his tongue so far down my throat I thought I had momentarily consumed him. And then he pulled away and moved to the bed, crouching on his hands and knees before me.
I was not thinking. I could no longer think. I moved behind him and spread his cheeks open, looking at his tight hole, his heavy, warm balls, the thickness and heat of his erection. The sight was so tempting I had no choice but to rub my cock at his entrance, wetting his flesh with my pre-cum.
揊uck me,?Holmes whispered hoarsely. He pushed back against the tip of my prick.
揘o.?Saying so was as difficult as cutting off my own arm. I wanted him so badly I felt as though I would die if I didn抰 plunge into him. But I had seen this very delectable sight before me ravaged, and I was not about to do the same.
揊uck me!?Holmes growled. He reached behind me to guide my prick into him. For a moment, I could feel the tip of my prick slip into the confines of his muscle, and I groaned. But I used all my strength and will power to pull back out.
揕ubricant,? I hissed, pulling back. I was desperate now. I scanned the room for anything, cursing myself for not having my medical bag nearby, cursing the world for not conveniently placing lubricant every ten feet or so.
Holmes face contorted in frustration. 揇amn it!?he hissed, furious, and then suddenly he scrambled from me and fumbled frantically in his bedside drawer. He pulled out some cream that he used for removing his disguises. 揢se this. Hurry, Watson!?BR>


I did not need his command to comply. I opened the jar with trembling hands and coated my member evenly. I then coated two fingers and pressed the first inside of him. The moment I did, Holmes thrust backwards, impaling himself on whatever he could get on. He moaned.
揗ore!?he cried out. He sounded strangled. I pushed two fingers inside of him, gently and first, and then faster, deeper, even though I could tell by the size of his opening that he did not need such careful preparation. But I had to regain control of the situation. I would not abuse him, no matter how he forced his hand.
揊or God抯 sake, Watson!?Holmes cried. I could no longer hold back, and I thrust into him, hard and all the way, moaning as I could feel his skin stretch and accommodate my width. Oh god, it was so tight, and so warm. I could feel the soft burning of Holmes?insides in my groin, through my chest, in my head, the heat of his core radiating through my entire nervous system. I plunged into him recklessly, spurred on by his bucking movements. He pushed and twisted himself against me, and he had stopped talking altogether, his eyes closed in bliss, sweat beading on his forehead as he took me fully inside of him.
I reached down to stroke his shaft and he hissed between his teeth. 揘o!?he cried, slapping my hand away. 揑抣l finish too fast. I want棑 I stroked him again, wanting to keep control, and indeed, the second I pumped him in time with a deep internal stroke, he cursed in French and came, his essence spurting hot and voluminous in my hand.
I was only a second behind him. I felt as though I was deep enough to reach his heart. I shivered and exploded, my body trembling with the force of my release. It lasted far longer than I had expected, longer than I thought my poor heart could bear. When it was over, I pulled from inside of him and Holmes sucked in his breath. He collapsed on his stomach with a groan, and I lay beside him, panting, trying to steady my heart.
Holmes did not look at me. His eyes were closed, but he had a sweet half-SΜile upon his lips, and looked as content as a cat in a sunbeam. When I finally had my shaking under control, I sat back up. I did not like the way Holmes had winced when I withdrew, and so I took advantage of his prone position and knelt beside his backside, opening him up gently to look and make sure I had not done any damage.
揟here抯 no need to be concerned, Watson, I抦 fine.?Holmes?voice was muffled by the bedspread. He didn抰 move an inch. But I could hear the amusement in his voice.
Indeed, his opening, while wide and wet with lubrication and semen, looked undamaged.
揑 still plan on having that argument with you,?I told him, laying back down on the bed beside him.
Holmes?body shook with his laughter, which was muffled as well. 揥ait until I wake up then. Sometime next week.?He yawned, and then looked at me fondly. 揊or God抯 sake, Watson, you are well-endowed, aren抰 you??BR>
I blushed. 揑?that is, I厰
揧ou should have warned me.?BR>


揥hen? I couldn抰 get a word in edgewise.?I closed my eyes. Other than the overpowering SΜell of sex in the room, I was quite cosy and didn抰 really feel like moving until next week either.
Holmes lazily threw his arm over my belly and nestled closer. His arm was heavy, a dead weight, and it felt inexplicably marvelous.
I wanted to broach the subject of sexual safety. After all, now, in a dimming glow of sexual release, I realized I had just fornicated with a man who had been sleeping with prostitutes. I was worried about infection, as I doubted that Holmes, in his urgency, ever thought far enough to protect himself against sexual disease.
But before I could open my mouth to voice my question, Holmes yawned again and moved his head closer, his face turned so that his lips were right against my ear. 揑 did not have intercourse with anyone else tonight, Watson, if that is what you are fearing.? How he read my mind, I still do not know. He chuckled. 揂lthough I will say that I had some fun in other ways.?BR>
揊or all I know, you are full of diseases,?I mumbled.
揗m. Share them with me.?BR>
揟hat sounds so unappealing, Holmes.?BR>
揥hatever I have, I have. I will not acquire new ones, unless they are from you.?BR>
I turned to face him, resting my head on my hand, propped up on my elbow. 揥hat do you mean? You are swearing off rent boys??BR>
Holmes SΜirked. 揇o you honestly think I will make do with anything else once I抳e had this inside me??To emphasize his point, he reached down and fondled my large but wilting member.
I shook my head. 揗y blushes, Holmes. I had no idea you were so crass.?BR>
He barked in laughter and then leaned over to kiss me gently. The taste of him drove me senseless. How many years had we wasted, not kissing? I could have been kissing like this every night.
揑 will solely attend to my doctor抯 wishes, from this point forward,?Holmes said solemnly.
揌m.?I didn抰 believe him, but I was too sated and tired to say anything else. But the slick feel of skin cream was upon me, the stickiness of his release, and I realized we were both in precarious danger of falling asleep with such incriminating evidence splashed loudly across our persons.
I lifted up his heavy arm. 揥ell, come on then, attend my wishes,?I said hoarsely, forcing myself to sit up.
Holmes cracked open an eye and glared at me. 揂gain? Watson, I may be a remarkable man, but even I have limits on stamina.?BR>
I slapped his bottom. 揘o, you fool, let抯 go have a bath. You are decidedly messy.?BR>
Holmes rubbed his hands over his face. 揑 am indeed. I can feel you sloshing about inside me棑
摋Holmes!? I cried, scandalized. I had no idea he could be so foul.
Holmes just chuckled. 揑 am merely stating the obvious.?With a sudden burst of energy, he sat up, and then pulled me by my hand into the adjacent bathroom.
揧ou see to the hot water. I抣l fetch your robe and night shirt for you.?BR>
揟hank you.?As he turned to leave, I could not help but reach out and run my hand along the SΜooth plane of his spine. He shivered, and stood still. He then looked over his shoulder, his grey eyes gleaming, a SΜile flirting along his lips.
揧ou will have your hands upon me shortly, my dear.?He then SΜiled fully, beautifully, and left to fetch my robe.
I SΜiled back at his disappearing form, and turned my attention to the water.
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