Aching Need

  John sat alone in their living room of their flat. He busied himself on his lap top while trying not to focus on the thoughts running through his head. It had been a month since he had the dream yet he still thought about it constantly. Just thinking of it now was starting to give him an almost painful erection. Frustrated, he threw his lap top onto the coffee table and fumbled his hard on out of his pants. He started slowly at first. Using long graceful strokes along his shaft, letting his fingers dance over the head. The pre cum that had already managed to leak out slicked his grip making the friction heavenly. He imagined it was Sherlock's hands sliding up and down his hard cock. He closed his eyes and imagined Sherlock as he was in the dream. Kneeling before him. His perfect snow white skin pulled so eloquently over his lean build. Naked and looking up at him with those storm tossed sea green eyes. John heard a low moan escape his throat as his cock twitched. Faster now, feeling the orgasm building inside him. In flashes he saw Sherlock bent over the table and himself driving into him with almost wild abandonment. John squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm rolled through him and the hot liquid fired into his hands.

     "Sherlock!" he breathed breathlessly.

  Upon opening his eyes, his dream dissolved. The doctor stared at his lap top screen for a moment and tried to collect himself. He knew his flat mate would be home soon. He had just gone to the shop for some more tea. John quickly cleaned himself up and fell back into his chair. Sherlock was his best friend. Ever since his faked suicide and the whole Moriarty mess, John had been feeling something more for him other than just a friendly kind of love. John heard Sherlock coming up the stairs. His heart jumped in his chest as his friend opening the door and stumbled into the kitchen.

     "Hello John!" He called from the kitchen. "I picked up some other things too. Oh and don't mind the hand in the fridge, I was working on an experiment. Tea?"

  John could only laugh and nod. Sherlock half smiled and laid his coat on the chair.

     "So, what shall we do tonight?"