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The torrential rain didn't look like it was going to stop falling. A dim atmosphere accompanies the body wrapped in the arms of his 'friend'. The blanket is less warm with the embrace, unfortunately, everything feels fake. The 'dream of last night' was a gift to him, and until the moaning stopped and the gray opened the curtains to let in the sun, they would be separated.
'God, let me be selfish just this once. I, a sinner who took the lives of others, I hope the man who hugged me tonight will be happy, even though he asked me to forget everything.'
A sense of rage overtook him, wanting him to be completely evil, confining the figure to himself alone. But it turned out that the heart that he thought was very pushy stopped him, not wanting the disappointed gaze of the autumn bead to turn to him.
He couldn't bear the consequences.
***
The previous morning was just as boring for Louis. He walked through the misty garden from the rain since yesterday. Now I still feel the sting. Louis doesn't care about clothes which are only a thin shirt and material pants, he doesn't even bother wearing shoes.
The people of the house were out and on average just returned the day after tomorrow. He was alone and at this moment Louis allowed his heart to take over the functions of common sense.
His face was flat, his feet continued to walk until the main gate was in front of his eyes. Weird isn't it? He should have arrived at the greenhouse or back garden, like classic stories in general.
But see, even ordinary things refuse to be present in his life.
On the bright side? Pomegranate beads cross with autumn gems. The figure stood still staring at the gray sky, right in front of the gate, and had not yet noticed its existence.
The two of them fell silent before the guest glanced at him, smiled awkwardly, and scratched his head that didn't itch. Clumsy for being 'found out'.
Louis slowly stepped forward, opening the tall iron fence in front of him.
***
The luxurious mansion he entered under the direction of one of the owners. His lips were always in awe of admiration, knowing it was the first time he had set foot here.
But this isn't the first time? It's true, it's just that he feels special when he is allowed to peek a little inside the residences of the socialite 'flowers'.
"Doctor Watson, can you wait a minute? I'll be right back with a drink and a snack," John gave a nod. There was a question he wanted to ask, but he tried his best to keep his mouth shut.
Didn't think that the person in question was looking forward to it.
The surroundings are full of beautiful paintings, the comments must be of high value. The sofa he was sitting on was very soft, John again stopped his mouth which was about to sneer at the chair in their apartment. The flower arrangement in a large ceramic vase with difficult motifs makes the surrounding air feel fresh, for the umpteenth time, reminding John not to equalize the air circulation in his apartment which is full of chemicals and cigarettes.
The open balcony carried a stretch of the rose garden, a bit damp it seemed because of the rain, but its beauty could not be covered.
"Sorry for making Doctor wait so long," a teapot and two ceramic cups were presented in front of him, not to forget a small plate of sweets to be his friend.
The cold air prompted John to immediately enjoy the tea that was brewed on him. "It's true what people say, Mr. Moriarty's tea is very tasty and refreshing."
"I don't know where Doctor heard it, but thanks for the compliment."
Their conversation continued while fulfilling the necessary pleasantries. The warm teapot cooled slowly as its contents ran out, as did the small plate beside it. The rising sun didn't increase the air at all, instead inviting more and more gray clouds.
"It's noon, Doctor wants to join us for lunch here?"
"It would be my pleasure if Mr. Moriarty offered."
A simple invitation a second time to extend the time to meet them.
***
The rain finally fell as the smoked meal was served to him. Louis who was carrying a tray was pounding impatiently waiting for a reply from his guest.
"Mr. Moriarty what are you doing standing still? Let's sit down and eat together," it reminded Louis of his habit. He quickly put another set of lunches on his table and sat across from him.
The clinking of cutlery for a moment took over the atmosphere of the room.
"Does Mr. Moriarty keep mealtimes?"
"Why ask all of a sudden?"
He scratched his head, "maybe this is a bit presumptuous, but there were times when I noticed your attitude that seemed to put others first, in this case to your guests. Even though that, you know, doesn't reflect the treatment of nobility."
Oh, Louis got it.
"The doctor can call me Louis if you want, I don't mind. Besides, if I was with Big Brother, and being called Mr. Moriarty, it would be very confusing if we turned around at the same time."
"Okay, eh!? What?"
The hand holding the fork is now supporting his chin, the other hand grabs the glass of wine and spins it. "It's going to rain this time, is it okay Doctor stay here?"
It was his smile that had overcome the wall-thick ego that Louis had worked so hard to build.
Lunch was extended to an afternoon visit, followed by tea, and the rain was reluctant to leave them.
***
The clock struck twelve times, indicating that it was midnight. They sat on the sofa in his room. did not dare to get up on the bed even though it was his own.
"The doctor can sleep first, and I will sleep in the guest room."
"Ahaha, how can the host sleep in the guest room? Let me just sleep on this sofa."
"It's rude of a host to let guests rest on the sofa in their room."
"It would be ruder if I forced myself to sleep in the host's bed."
The two of them, actually what is going through their brains is also a mystery that is difficult to solve.
"Isn't Louis already sleepy? Go to bed first, the matter of where I sleep, it's an easy problem."
"How could that be," the cone of his lips slightly intersects with his stern character. Although as long as they ignore it, it's not a taboo thing to do, even want to do it again and again.
Their lighting was dim, because the rain was the reason, for the umpteenth time that day. The idea light bulb brightened the mood a little, "Then let's sleep together!"
"Sorry!?"
John stood up from his spot, holding out his hand for a minute before it was grabbed by Louis. The two of them walked towards Louis' big bed. Again they sat on the end of the bed, but not long after their bodies were finally laid together.
Both of them were facing the ceiling. They didn't even use a blanket. Shame if they are in the same cloth.
"Louis, / Doctor Watson," then was silent. There is no classic sentence like 'you go first' that is heard from the mouth of one of them.
"You can call me John too. It wouldn't be fair if I was the only one calling your name."
"Then, John," there was a strange feeling when his tongue said so.
The seconds are ticking. The drowsiness they felt was slowly disappearing. Maybe they should have had more wine at dinner last night.
The lightning that exploded outside startled the two of them. The reflex of their hands touching, but not as classic as 'their hands are immediately pulled' happens, but they let it continue until the stage of interlocking fingers.
Is it possible that something 'classic' never crossed their minds?
I don't know who started it, but holding hands was not enough until they had to face each other. Then after a while more and move forward, until the tips of their noses touch. John's one hand gripped the slender waist in front of him, while Louis reached for the shirt John was wearing and squeezed it gently.
Then they think, 'if I don't sleep in the same bed with him, maybe I won't feel this flutter?'
In fact, since the morning they met, it was all because of a long-suppressed urge until their bodies decided to rebel and set foot to bring them to the meeting.
'Can we do this tomorrow and so on?' The human mind is shallow and selfish, never satisfied after once getting its will.
But blame it if those who always 'give in' are not allowed to be selfish for a moment?
'I want to be with him.'
There were no shooting stars that night. Only drops of water fell, the same as salty drops running down their cheeks.
Kindness usually ends happily, but both John and Louis agree, that their good feelings have been betrayed to the point that no happiness comes.
In the morning they would soon part, leaving the warmth of the bed even without a blanket. They will again feel the heat of the day and the cold of the night.
'Because only with you can I feel warm, not hot or cold.'
John and Louis, enjoying their selfishness tonight before morning comes and they have to get out of that warm bed.