ooc: I posted that smash journal picture on the wrong blog but instead of deleting it, I decided it could be good therapy for Sherly.
My newest project, a Smash! Journal. Anything that makes me happy goes here.
“Everything about this is disturbing.” John scrubbed his hand through his hair again. “I should’ve known taking up with a Holmes wouldn’t be easy,” he muttered, already scanning the room for anyplace one may hide a camera or recording equipment. “You never answered my question. You don’t think he has cameras in our rooms do you?”
“I doubt he has any cameras in your room. I don’t go in there for anything short of an emergency. He probably does have a camera or two in my room though,” he said, climbing up onto the couch to check the tall shelfs and the air ducts. The detective never really told John why Mycroft was so keen on keeping an eye on him and he really didn’t want to tell him the truth. When Sherlock was attending University, he tried to commit suicide by over dosing. Back then he was very anti social, but he did care about what people thought of him. In a fit of weakness, he attempted an overdose. Mycroft found him and since then, Mycroft felt, as an older brother who really wasn’t there enough, he needed to keep one eye on Sherlock.
(Source: asksherlythegreatholmes)
We are talking about the same Mycroft right? The man who kidnaps you every other weekend just to be dramatic and “sneaky”? Yes… He’s very mature. He even spies on his little brother for kicks. Very mature.
SH
Right. You’re absolutely right. Remind me to dig out my firearm when I get home, because if I see more pictures from our flat on the internet, your brother will be in for a world of trouble courtesy of me.
JW
Just don’t get yourself hauled off to jail, all right?
SH
(Source: thiefanenia)
“You’re probably right.” John chuckled and filled the kettle with enough water for the two of them, plugging it in and busying himself by getting cups. The doctor leaned his left hip against the counter, drumming his fingers on the hard surface and looking out across the living room at Sherlock as he waited for the water to boil. He could be imagining it, but he thought the younger man looked a bit relieved to have some space for the moment. The doctor cursed mentally, vying to try harder to keep his hands and flirting to himself. John snapped back as the kettle began to boiling, fixing Sherlock’s tea with just a bit of milk and sugar, before pouring his own with simply lots of milk. He walked back across the room and carefully handed his flatmate his cup before sitting down next to him once again. The cup in his hands was the perfect distraction, and with it John was able to take his mind (and keep his hands) off Sherlock for the time being.
“Of course I’m right, John,” he said and held up his hands to take the tea cup from John. Mostly he wrapped his fingers around the China cup for the warmth but he sipped it once in a while. “You know, you aren’t really hiding your arousal very well John. Do you really think that I can’t tell?” he asked, glancing over at him. “Your pupils are dilated, your sweating a little too much considering it’s not even remotely warm. You’re trying to keep your hands busy by holding teacups, eating and making tea. You’re even using making tea as an excuse to be on the opposite side of the flat, just to calm yourself down. I’m not… saying that I want to go shag right this second but we’ve opened up quite a bit today. Don’t you think we can just… be honest? I don’t want you to attempt to hide things from me to make me feel better about this. That makes me feel like I’m a child that you’re trying to protect from something to mature for me.”
John sat for a moment, gaping like a fish at his flatmate. He thought he had been hiding his arousal pretty well. Ok, not perfectly, but he figured with Sherlock’s limited experience in these matters he wouldn’t notice. He then mentally smacked himself. Of course the detective noticed, he notices and knows everything.
John heaved a sigh and looked in Sherlock’s stormy eyes, taking a sip from his scalding beverage. “I’m sorry Sherlock, I’m not trying to protect you or anything. I just don’t want to send you running out the flat. The events of today have put a lot of ideas into my head, and I really don’t want to muck all this up by doing something stupid, which we both know I have a tendency to do.” He smiled lightly. “We both know I’m a shoot first think about the consequences later type fellow, and I don’t want to do anything that would make you have second thoughts is all. I’m sorry.”
“Well you are an idiot, but less of an idiot than most people,” he said and he looked over at John, watching his flatmate attempt to relax. He was still a little fidgety from the arousal, but he masked it well, unlike most men. “I appreciate that you are trying not to rush this, but just because I’m inexperienced in these matters doesn’t mean that I have no idea how they work. Trying to hide it from me won’t work and you should know that. In fact I—”
Half way through his sentence, his phone buzzed and a text from Mycroft read “So you and John finally leaped into the relationship that was obvious to everyone but the both of you, I see. Maybe he can finally fix that virgin problem for you… -M”. The consulting detective read the message and rolled his eyes, tossing his phone away. “We have got to do something about Mycroft’s disgusting spying habit. He’s already making jokes on my behalf. His cameras need to go.”
John quirked an eyebrow as Sherlock threw his phone rather violently across the room. He shivered as he realized it must have been a text from the elder Holmes. “I agree,” the doctor replied. “I’m find it immensely disturbing that your older brother wants to watch our more intimate moments.” He sighed, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’m surprised with that picture circulating that we haven’t heard from Lestrade yet.” John shot up from the couch and turned to look at Sherlock. “Right, I say time to pull apart the flat and look for any type of recording devices. Any idea where to start?”
“Oh Lestrade will wait until he sees us face to face before he says anything. I don’t necessary think that Mycroft enjoys watching our “intimate moments”, but he’s probably sitting at his desk eating an entire cake while doing so. That makes it a little more disturbing,” he muttered, pushing himself from the couch. “I’d say they’re probably hidden in plain sight. The pictures were rather direct, probably hidden amongst our books, possibly in the duct work. This is Mycroft we’re talking about. We might have to search the entire living area to make sure we get them all and we’ll probably need to keep Mycroft and all of Mycroft’s “friends” out.”
Well… This looks familiar. You need to be more careful, John, this is all over the internet.
SH
Well… I… How on earth did this even get out?! No one was around to see it! If I find out it was your brother and his damn CCTV cameras I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.
JW
Of course it was Mycroft. Who else would spy on me?
SH
I’m deeply disturbed that your brother spies on us then spreads pictures of us around the internet. Especially pictures like this one. He better not have cameras in either of our rooms or I swear my gun will be making an appearance.
JW
You could just threaten him with your gun now. He’s very immature.
SH
Whoops, posted this on my main blog instead of my Sherlock one.
Really? I always though Mycroft was Mr. Posh, mature and composed in every situation. Obviously you’re right though, this wasn’t very mature at all. What an arsehole.
JW
We are talking about the same Mycroft right? The man who kidnaps you every other weekend just to be dramatic and “sneaky”? Yes… He’s very mature. He even spies on his little brother for kicks. Very mature.
SH
(Source: thiefanenia)
“You’re probably right.” John chuckled and filled the kettle with enough water for the two of them, plugging it in and busying himself by getting cups. The doctor leaned his left hip against the counter, drumming his fingers on the hard surface and looking out across the living room at Sherlock as he waited for the water to boil. He could be imagining it, but he thought the younger man looked a bit relieved to have some space for the moment. The doctor cursed mentally, vying to try harder to keep his hands and flirting to himself. John snapped back as the kettle began to boiling, fixing Sherlock’s tea with just a bit of milk and sugar, before pouring his own with simply lots of milk. He walked back across the room and carefully handed his flatmate his cup before sitting down next to him once again. The cup in his hands was the perfect distraction, and with it John was able to take his mind (and keep his hands) off Sherlock for the time being.
“Of course I’m right, John,” he said and held up his hands to take the tea cup from John. Mostly he wrapped his fingers around the China cup for the warmth but he sipped it once in a while. “You know, you aren’t really hiding your arousal very well John. Do you really think that I can’t tell?” he asked, glancing over at him. “Your pupils are dilated, your sweating a little too much considering it’s not even remotely warm. You’re trying to keep your hands busy by holding teacups, eating and making tea. You’re even using making tea as an excuse to be on the opposite side of the flat, just to calm yourself down. I’m not… saying that I want to go shag right this second but we’ve opened up quite a bit today. Don’t you think we can just… be honest? I don’t want you to attempt to hide things from me to make me feel better about this. That makes me feel like I’m a child that you’re trying to protect from something to mature for me.”
John sat for a moment, gaping like a fish at his flatmate. He thought he had been hiding his arousal pretty well. Ok, not perfectly, but he figured with Sherlock’s limited experience in these matters he wouldn’t notice. He then mentally smacked himself. Of course the detective noticed, he notices and knows everything.
John heaved a sigh and looked in Sherlock’s stormy eyes, taking a sip from his scalding beverage. “I’m sorry Sherlock, I’m not trying to protect you or anything. I just don’t want to send you running out the flat. The events of today have put a lot of ideas into my head, and I really don’t want to muck all this up by doing something stupid, which we both know I have a tendency to do.” He smiled lightly. “We both know I’m a shoot first think about the consequences later type fellow, and I don’t want to do anything that would make you have second thoughts is all. I’m sorry.”
“Well you are an idiot, but less of an idiot than most people,” he said and he looked over at John, watching his flatmate attempt to relax. He was still a little fidgety from the arousal, but he masked it well, unlike most men. “I appreciate that you are trying not to rush this, but just because I’m inexperienced in these matters doesn’t mean that I have no idea how they work. Trying to hide it from me won’t work and you should know that. In fact I—”
Half way through his sentence, his phone buzzed and a text from Mycroft read “So you and John finally leaped into the relationship that was obvious to everyone but the both of you, I see. Maybe he can finally fix that virgin problem for you… -M”. The consulting detective read the message and rolled his eyes, tossing his phone away. “We have got to do something about Mycroft’s disgusting spying habit. He’s already making jokes on my behalf. His cameras need to go.”
Well… This looks familiar. You need to be more careful, John, this is all over the internet.
SH
Well… I… How on earth did this even get out?! No one was around to see it! If I find out it was your brother and his damn CCTV cameras I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.
JW
Of course it was Mycroft. Who else would spy on me?
SH
I’m deeply disturbed that your brother spies on us then spreads pictures of us around the internet. Especially pictures like this one. He better not have cameras in either of our rooms or I swear my gun will be making an appearance.
JW
You could just threaten him with your gun now. He’s very immature.
SH
Whoops, posted this on my main blog instead of my Sherlock one.
(Source: thiefanenia)
“You’re probably right.” John chuckled and filled the kettle with enough water for the two of them, plugging it in and busying himself by getting cups. The doctor leaned his left hip against the counter, drumming his fingers on the hard surface and looking out across the living room at Sherlock as he waited for the water to boil. He could be imagining it, but he thought the younger man looked a bit relieved to have some space for the moment. The doctor cursed mentally, vying to try harder to keep his hands and flirting to himself. John snapped back as the kettle began to boiling, fixing Sherlock’s tea with just a bit of milk and sugar, before pouring his own with simply lots of milk. He walked back across the room and carefully handed his flatmate his cup before sitting down next to him once again. The cup in his hands was the perfect distraction, and with it John was able to take his mind (and keep his hands) off Sherlock for the time being.
“Of course I’m right, John,” he said and held up his hands to take the tea cup from John. Mostly he wrapped his fingers around the China cup for the warmth but he sipped it once in a while. “You know, you aren’t really hiding your arousal very well John. Do you really think that I can’t tell?” he asked, glancing over at him. “Your pupils are dilated, your sweating a little too much considering it’s not even remotely warm. You’re trying to keep your hands busy by holding teacups, eating and making tea. You’re even using making tea as an excuse to be on the opposite side of the flat, just to calm yourself down. I’m not… saying that I want to go shag right this second but we’ve opened up quite a bit today. Don’t you think we can just… be honest? I don’t want you to attempt to hide things from me to make me feel better about this. That makes me feel like I’m a child that you’re trying to protect from something to mature for me.”
(Source: asksherlythegreatholmes)
Well… This looks familiar. You need to be more careful, John, this is all over the internet.
SH
Well… I… How on earth did this even get out?! No one was around to see it! If I find out it was your brother and his damn CCTV cameras I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.
JW
Of course it was Mycroft. Who else would spy on me?
SH
(Source: thiefanenia)
