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John is a soldier and a doctor.He has experienced big and small things, and the most indispensable thing on the battlefield is anecdotes. He speculates that he loves the battlefield, is so unadapt to "insipid" because he has adapted to those things that will scare people.
Then he met Sherlock, and all life was like throwing a huge stone on the lake, and the waves caused could not be healed for a long time.
London is the battlefield. Sherlock's brother commented so.
One day, he found that he was abnormal and superimposed abnormal, probably because of what had happened in the past two months.
In the past two months, John has experienced kidnapping (not Mycroft, but a perverted murderer who targets a doctor), flying car chase (he didn't know that Sherlock was so good at driving), avoiding gunfire (a warehouse and drug trade Balabala), and jumping over several buildings and between the roofs (innumerable), jumping down the Tymus River (there is a boat carrying an inflatable cushion on the river), Sherlock's disappearance (finally found running to India), dismantling the bomb (not just the fucking one) in the penultimate five seconds, preventing the helicopter from falling on the head of a mass of people (coming to the Taimus River again), etc. ......
In a word, John found that he can now look at everything calmly, because his adrenaline buckle has been exhausted, completely empty, leaving nothing left.
Nothing can arouse his emotions.
John stood outside the blockade line after drinking the hot cocoa in his hand indifferently. When he was buying a drink, a murder occurred. A woman came to buy coffee. After paying the money, she immediately fell to the ground and died on the spot.
He came to the scene by his good friend Lestrade and his team, followed by Sherlock, who ran around the dog bones. He was spinning around the woman with excitement and reading it. Donnova next to him held his breath and tried not to scold him.
Why didn't John follow the past? He wants to finish the hot cocoa. It's so cold that it won't drink well when it's cold.
Yes, he is so calm, even if he ordered a meal in front of that woman.
A black car silently drove to him and stopped. The unsurprisingly opening door was Mycroft, who was unhappy and impatient.
"Good evening, John." Mycroft slightly restrained his expression and greeted John.
"Hello, Mycroft." John didn't look at him. He was watching Sherlock, who began to lift women's clothes, and anger pulled away his Lestrade, and then the two were arguing with each other.
Mycroft looked at John silently, and then straightened the lockdown line and walked towards the two.
John saw that he first walked behind Lestrade and gently tapped his shoulder. The other party shook his lower shoulder and ignored him. He continued to argue with Sherlock. Then he patted him on the shoulder again. Lestrade ignored him again, which made Mycroft's originally black face darker. He worked hard. Pulling his collar, the other party stepped back and bumped into his chest. Lestrade looked back. After seeing Mycroft's expression, he showed a little guilty expression. He took Mycroft to the hidden dead corner outside the blocking line on the other side, but his angle could still see the two. .
John can't see Lestrade's expression from his perspective, but he knows what he is explaining to him from his fierce swing of his limbs, but Mycroft's face is still unpleasant.
Then, Lestrade kissed Mycroft's lips like a raid. Mycroft seemed to be scared by this kiss. He looked at each other in a daze, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.
John's reaction? He just took a mouthful of hot cocoa.
It turns out that Mycroft and Greg are dating.
Sherlock came to John with a disgusting look. Seeing John looking at the couple calmly, he observed John's overall state and asked questions.
"You don't look surprised at all."
"Nothing can scare me." John handed him hot cocoa. Sherlock first disliked the sweet drink but did not refuse. He took a big sip in the place John had drunk, and was burned.
John took back the hot cocoa to avoid being spilled by Sherlock's fierce reaction.
"Shut your mouth." After John checked Sherlock's tongue and made sure that it was not very serious, he whirrelled to his mouth, intending to make him feel better, but Sherlock suddenly closed his mouth and distanced him and stared at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Will you dissipate the heat?" John looked at him without understanding and seriously thought it was normal friend help.
Sherlock stared at him and opened his mouth again to say that he was still in pain for John's help. John could only blow his mouth again to dissipate heat.
Sherlock lowered his eyes and looked at John's silent idea in his heart.
2
John sat on the sofa and read the newspaper. Sherlock came over and sat in front of him. As usual, what was more special was that Sherlock only wore a sheets, and suddenly opened the sheets like an exposing freak, revealing a pale and slim body and then observed John with the spirit of research. The reaction.
John didn't even read it. He just turned over a page of the newspaper, "If you want to drink tea and pour it yourself."
Sherlock's response was to stand up and take away his newspaper. A white body suddenly appeared in front of John's eyes. The thing still quietly stung under the other party's crotch and was facing John's face.
John stared calmly at the thing for a few seconds, and then looked up at Sherlock's eyebrow expression. He sighed gently, stood up compromisely and walked to the kitchen to make tea for his roommate.
When he opened the refrigerator, the head of a middle-aged woman looked at him, and her cloudy eyes still maintained the appearance of fear before death. John just moved him a little bit to take the milk behind him.
"Sherlock, you can't put your head in the refrigerator just because I won't be scared by anything now." John took out the milk and closed the refrigerator door and turned his head to complain to Sherlock.
"That's Amy." Sherlock introduced him.
"I don't care who she is." John stressed.
John put the brewed tea on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. Sherlock, who was wearing the sheets again, picked up the teacup and sat on John's lap.
"What do you want to do, Sherlock?" John tried to get to the newspaper on the table but found that he couldn't do it, so he had to look up at Sherlock speechlessly.
"I want to do an experiment." Sherlock said.
"Take me for an experiment?"
"Let's see how surprised you are."
Lestrade stepped on the stairs at this time, and the two of them didn't mean to separate when they heard the sound. As a result, John, who should be scared, did not respond. Poor Greg was stunned with the data. He didn't know whether to enter the door or give them space to go out. At this time, John calmly played with him. By the way, he had to walk in with his scalp.
Sherlock walked back to his seat silently and sat down.
"Are you two together?"
"No, Gave, bring something." Sherlock waved to him.
3
John's calmness lasted for several days, and sherlock followed him with all kinds of strange experiments, from running to his room in the middle of the night to stealing his buttocks, and then kissing him in front of Mycroft and a pole of people. John's reaction was just calm. What he was doing, although he successfully got Mycroft's frightened expression in the kissing part, he did not react to Sherlock's "talkless experiment".
Until midnight one day.
The naked Sherlock pushed John to bed and sat on him and took out the condom and lubricant from the drawer next to him.
I don't know if it was really stimulated by this picture or something, John suddenly shouted like he had recovered:
"Greg and Mycroft are together!?"
Sherlock just rolled his eyes into his question and continued to immerse himself in his work. He took off John's clothes and trousers, pressed his chest to prevent him from running away, and tore open the sleeve with his mouth.
"What do you want to do?" John only realized his situation at this time. He pulled his remaining underwear and asked with a little panic.
"Do you."
After saying that, Sherlock bent down and gave him a hot kiss.
Finally, John's underwear fell by the bedside that kept making a rattling all night.
FIN.