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When Sherlock came back and started blushing like he was, Jim knew that he was getting aroused again. Chewing his lip a bit, Jim decided he should probably give him a bit of a hand… Maybe literally.

"I um… I know we’ve only met today.. And this is all new… But I could help you." he offered quietly. "I could… Either.. Uh, try and bring you off, or try and turn you off… I can do either." he shrugged lightly.

With the notion and the innocent look about him, Sherlock knew he couldn’t resist Jim’s offer. The detective practically had a nosebleed already.

"I seriously doubt you could do anything that would turn me off, James…" Wow, he hadn’t meant for that to sound as sexual as it did, but there was no retracting his words now. 

Finally turning to face the cause of such bodily imbalance, Sherlock ran a hand through his messy black locks as he glanced down at the shorter man. Even from the distance across the room, the raven-haired man could see the blush painting Jim’s cheeks. The sight of the criminal’s eyes, however, had the detective consumed by more than a few inappropriate thoughts. It was unlike anything Sherlock had ever experienced. One look at Jim’s ass and it was as if the floodgates suspending the genius’s sex drive had been released. Now every single thought or image produced within the Mind Palace had some perverted tint to it. 

'Honestly,' Sherlock thought to himself, 'This man is going to be the death of me.'

Jim watched him curiusly, all the while trying to decide whether urging Sherlock on this early on would be a good idea… but god, it had been barely hours and Jim wa already head over heels for the detective. Compeltely unrealistic in soem ways, he suposed… but that was what he felt and just hoped it stayed like that… because what he wa about to do would be embarrassing otherwise 

He licked his lip a little, before changing his demeanor completely, a smirk squirking on his lips and turning seductive very quis he moved towarss Sherlock. “You know…” he hummed to begin with. “We haven’t even had a first date et.” He ppurred, his fingers dancing down Sherlock’s chest lightly. When he got to his jeans, he steeled himself for rejection, before sliding those fingers down into Sherlock’s pocket, grabbing the keycard and quickly kissed Sherlock on the lips. eHe worked at it a bitg to make the detective breathless, before turning around and heading towards his bedrom, hips swinging a little more than usual as he moved towards the beroom, unlcking it and leaving it open for Sherlock to follow if he wanted to.

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Jim suddenly felt kind of guilty. He chewed his lip. “it’s… Through my bedroom. Ensuite.” he explained as he set the rubbish into the bin. “and.. Sherlock.. It’s okay, you know? Even I have to give into those desires sometimes and apparently I’m a psychopath… So you know.” he shrugged, turning back around to give him privacy.

If it wasn’t the first day they’d met, he might’ve helped Sherlock out with his little… Problem, but he knew it was too early to suggest that to the man. So he just gave him the opportunity to go and sort himself out, still feeling guilty for doing that to Sherlock already..

Sherlock groaned softly. “It’s just… well it’s the first time this has happened in years…” The raven-haired man shook his head softly and lingered for just a moment in the room, still not able to look at James. “I guess you should consider that a kind of title then… First man to give Sherlock Holmes an erection since he was at Uni.” He chuckled softly before taking his leave into the bathroom that Jim had specified.

Once he was there, he tried to think of anything that would kill his arousal and prospectively annihilate his boner. Focusing on things that were a major turn-off for the raven-haired genius, Sherlock’s thoughts turned to Mycroft and criminals, but somehow that image distorted itself into a picture of James wearing nothing but handcuffs, and it didn’t end well.

Eventually he was forced to deal with the issue himself, all the while feeling immature and foolish. When he had cleaned up the mess, he returned to the living room and tried to produce an air about him that suggested nothing had ever happened. However, one look at the criminal and he was blushing once again. And wow didn’t those book shelves look fantastic!?

When Sherlock came back and started blushing like he was, Jim knew that he was getting aroused again. Chewing his lip a bit, Jim decided he should probably give him a bit of a hand… Maybe literally.

"I um… I know we’ve only met today.. And this is all new… But I could help you." he offered quietly. "I could… Either.. Uh, try and bring you off, or try and turn you off… I can do either." he shrugged lightly.

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Jim had been more than a little surprised by Sherlock’s insistence to help him clean. More or less everyone else would have just gone to his room and waited - probably snooped around a bit while they did so. 

Once everything was cleaned, he glanced back at Sherlock and caught him staring… Well, there were two ways he could react to this… The blush was going to happen no matter what, but he could either play on it… or pretend it never happened. In the end, he decided to have some fun. 

He turned his head back around with a smirk, then bent down at the waist, arse clearly on show as he reached down to pick up the last few cans, before then getting down onto his knees to just brush up some of the crumbs from crisps, making sure he moved his backside whenever he moved. 

He gave a small glance back, just wanting to see Sherlock’s reaction.

Sherlock watched, seemingly captivated by the sight. When James glanced back at him the second time, the color in the detective’s cheeks seemed to spark, and suddenly he was a bright shade of scarlet. Placing a gloved hand over his mouth to hide his gaping jaw, he turned and pretended to be suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to stare at the various shelves of books that were seated in the opposing corner of the room. 

The raven-haired genius was chiding himself internally for allowing his brain to give into the primal desires that he had so repressed since his early childhood. Glancing down haphazardly, he could have groaned aloud at the sight of the noticeable bulge forming in his trousers. Burying his head into his hand for a moment, the detective grumbled something resembling a curse word.

"Yeah where’s your bathroom?" Not quite able to believe the way he’d lost control of himself, Sherlock just wanted to be out of Jim’s sight long enough to will away any perverted thoughts. 

Jim suddenly felt kind of guilty. He chewed his lip. “it’s… Through my bedroom. Ensuite.” he explained as he set the rubbish into the bin. “and.. Sherlock.. It’s okay, you know? Even I have to give into those desires sometimes and apparently I’m a psychopath… So you know.” he shrugged, turning back around to give him privacy.

If it wasn’t the first day they’d met, he might’ve helped Sherlock out with his little… Problem, but he knew it was too early to suggest that to the man. So he just gave him the opportunity to go and sort himself out, still feeling guilty for doing that to Sherlock already..

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Jim chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked at the floor and turned Sherlock down Jim’s road. “I’d kind of appreciateit if you didn’t give him my name, though.” He answered. “Because… Well… i could probably get arrested for that, and I doubt our relationship would last very long with me in jail.” 

He said is lightheartedly, but there was the underlying tone that showed Sherlock he really shouldn’t be telling Lestrade his name, 

He stopped outside a block of flats, pulling out his keycard. “Do you.. want to come up now? Orl.. we can have the talk another day if that’s what you’d prefer.” he suggested with a soft smile. “I really don’t mind.” 

To Jim’s first comment, Sherlock rolled his eyes softly and replied, “You wouldn’t be behind bars for long. My brother runs the British government you know.”

However, to the second comment, the raven-haired genius pursed his lips. He could feel that James was torn in his decision, unsure if he wanted to tell Sherlock everything now or later. There was obviously something big that needed to be discussed, and it would drive the detective insane if he couldn’t figure it out on his own.

"I’m already here, and I’m not busy. A couple of murder cases to work on, possible serial killer, but those can wait." He spoke nonchalantly about the ordeal. The genius that was Sherlock Holmes often couldn’t be competed with, but lately he’d been stuck on two particular cases. They had him absolutely baffled. He suspected an element of sentiment that he couldn’t quite deduce himself. Considering it, he really should get himself a flatmate or a partner of some kind. It could be interesting. Either way, he needed a good distraction.

Jim smiled and nodded, swiping the card and holding the door open for Sherlock. “Come in, then… Maybe I could help you on the cases.. not that you need help, you know.. but.. but it could be fun. Besides, I might nknow the people that have done it. I’m willing to helong as it’s not something I did myself.” He chuckled. 

"Ah yes… your brother. Mycroft, right?I’ve… had a run in with him before. He brushed me off as nothing… but I suppose if he’s your brother I can keep back any plans for a painful, embarrassing death." He smirked playfully, hoping Sherlock didn’t take it the wrong way.

The raven-haired genius frowned at James. “Painful, embarrassing death?” Stamping his foot like a child, the detective faked anger. “Why not?!”

Laughing softly, he smiled down at the shorter man as he entered through the doorway that James had held open. Sherlock most certainly did not enjoy his brother’s presence, but it would put a damper in his plans if he was murdered; plainly, he wouldn’t get away with as much.

As the genius watched James, he found himself scanning the younger for any sign of an imperfection, a blemish, on this man’s exterior. He found none.

"Yes well I’d like to have your help, but no hints!" Another smile tugged at his mouth.

Jim giggled at Sherlock’s childishness, finding it oddly endearing when he would have found it plain annoying on anyone else. He let out a breath through his nose and smiled as he closed up the door, quickly stopped by the mailbox and picked up his letters, then led Sherlock upstairs to his room. 

"Sebastian should be out until pretty late… Or, well.. early. So we shouldn’t be disturbed… and of course you can have my help." He grinned back at him over his shoulder. "I’d be an honour to work with the great Sherlock Holmes." 

Jim continued up the stairs after that, stopping on the second floor and using the card to get into room 207. He opened up the door, wincing at the state of the hallway. “Uh… excuse the mess.. Uh.. Seb.. He had a party here.. hasn’t cleaned up. I’ll um.. If you go through to the second room on the right, that’s my bedroom. Just wait in there a sec while I.. get things into order.” He sighed, handing him the keycard to get into his room (something about security) and started picking up empty beer cans with bright red cheeks.

Sherlock took the key card from James but faked an appalled look at the younger man. “Trying to get me into your bedroom already, Jim?” Grinning softly at the blush on the criminal’s cheeks, the detective slipped the thin plastic rectangle into his pocket before bending to help the shorter man pick up the scattered cans and bottles. He didn’t bother to argue with Moriarty about the fact that he was a guest. He didn’t care.

Once the mess had been cleaned, Sherlock turned to the shorter man and smiled softly. Though the Holmes household had never been this messy, the younger brother had become accustomed to his ‘chore’ of picking up the messes created by Mycroft and his friends. He easily fell back into that routine when it came to helping others clean.

Once they settled in, the raven-haired genius started to look over Jim’s body once again. He still couldn’t seem to find a flaw in the other man’s exterior appearance. He was flawless from almost every angle, but especially, the detective noted, from behind. When James caught him staring at his rather well rounded ass, Sherlock would blush.

Jim had been more than a little surprised by Sherlock’s insistence to help him clean. More or less everyone else would have just gone to his room and waited - probably snooped around a bit while they did so. 

Once everything was cleaned, he glanced back at Sherlock and caught him staring… Well, there were two ways he could react to this… The blush was going to happen no matter what, but he could either play on it… or pretend it never happened. In the end, he decided to have some fun. 

He turned his head back around with a smirk, then bent down at the waist, arse clearly on show as he reached down to pick up the last few cans, before then getting down onto his knees to just brush up some of the crumbs from crisps, making sure he moved his backside whenever he moved. 

He gave a small glance back, just wanting to see Sherlock’s reaction.

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#Ahh that makes sense!  #and Jim can still be a cheeky little shit even at this age  #so it'll show sometimes and not others 
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Jim chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked at the floor and turned Sherlock down Jim’s road. “I’d kind of appreciateit if you didn’t give him my name, though.” He answered. “Because… Well… i could probably get arrested for that, and I doubt our relationship would last very long with me in jail.” 

He said is lightheartedly, but there was the underlying tone that showed Sherlock he really shouldn’t be telling Lestrade his name, 

He stopped outside a block of flats, pulling out his keycard. “Do you.. want to come up now? Orl.. we can have the talk another day if that’s what you’d prefer.” he suggested with a soft smile. “I really don’t mind.” 

To Jim’s first comment, Sherlock rolled his eyes softly and replied, “You wouldn’t be behind bars for long. My brother runs the British government you know.”

However, to the second comment, the raven-haired genius pursed his lips. He could feel that James was torn in his decision, unsure if he wanted to tell Sherlock everything now or later. There was obviously something big that needed to be discussed, and it would drive the detective insane if he couldn’t figure it out on his own.

"I’m already here, and I’m not busy. A couple of murder cases to work on, possible serial killer, but those can wait." He spoke nonchalantly about the ordeal. The genius that was Sherlock Holmes often couldn’t be competed with, but lately he’d been stuck on two particular cases. They had him absolutely baffled. He suspected an element of sentiment that he couldn’t quite deduce himself. Considering it, he really should get himself a flatmate or a partner of some kind. It could be interesting. Either way, he needed a good distraction.

Jim smiled and nodded, swiping the card and holding the door open for Sherlock. “Come in, then… Maybe I could help you on the cases.. not that you need help, you know.. but.. but it could be fun. Besides, I might nknow the people that have done it. I’m willing to helong as it’s not something I did myself.” He chuckled. 

"Ah yes… your brother. Mycroft, right?I’ve… had a run in with him before. He brushed me off as nothing… but I suppose if he’s your brother I can keep back any plans for a painful, embarrassing death." He smirked playfully, hoping Sherlock didn’t take it the wrong way.

The raven-haired genius frowned at James. “Painful, embarrassing death?” Stamping his foot like a child, the detective faked anger. “Why not?!”

Laughing softly, he smiled down at the shorter man as he entered through the doorway that James had held open. Sherlock most certainly did not enjoy his brother’s presence, but it would put a damper in his plans if he was murdered; plainly, he wouldn’t get away with as much.

As the genius watched James, he found himself scanning the younger for any sign of an imperfection, a blemish, on this man’s exterior. He found none.

"Yes well I’d like to have your help, but no hints!" Another smile tugged at his mouth.

Jim giggled at Sherlock’s childishness, finding it oddly endearing when he would have found it plain annoying on anyone else. He let out a breath through his nose and smiled as he closed up the door, quickly stopped by the mailbox and picked up his letters, then led Sherlock upstairs to his room. 

"Sebastian should be out until pretty late… Or, well.. early. So we shouldn’t be disturbed… and of course you can have my help." He grinned back at him over his shoulder. "I’d be an honour to work with the great Sherlock Holmes." 

Jim continued up the stairs after that, stopping on the second floor and using the card to get into room 207. He opened up the door, wincing at the state of the hallway. “Uh… excuse the mess.. Uh.. Seb.. He had a party here.. hasn’t cleaned up. I’ll um.. If you go through to the second room on the right, that’s my bedroom. Just wait in there a sec while I.. get things into order.” He sighed, handing him the keycard to get into his room (something about security) and started picking up empty beer cans with bright red cheeks.

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#heh.. it's tempting :')  #and its fine! mines short too D: 

Dinner with some family tonight… slow replies for a while ^^”

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Jim chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked at the floor and turned Sherlock down Jim’s road. “I’d kind of appreciateit if you didn’t give him my name, though.” He answered. “Because… Well… i could probably get arrested for that, and I doubt our relationship would last very long with me in jail.” 

He said is lightheartedly, but there was the underlying tone that showed Sherlock he really shouldn’t be telling Lestrade his name, 

He stopped outside a block of flats, pulling out his keycard. “Do you.. want to come up now? Orl.. we can have the talk another day if that’s what you’d prefer.” he suggested with a soft smile. “I really don’t mind.” 

To Jim’s first comment, Sherlock rolled his eyes softly and replied, “You wouldn’t be behind bars for long. My brother runs the British government you know.”

However, to the second comment, the raven-haired genius pursed his lips. He could feel that James was torn in his decision, unsure if he wanted to tell Sherlock everything now or later. There was obviously something big that needed to be discussed, and it would drive the detective insane if he couldn’t figure it out on his own.

"I’m already here, and I’m not busy. A couple of murder cases to work on, possible serial killer, but those can wait." He spoke nonchalantly about the ordeal. The genius that was Sherlock Holmes often couldn’t be competed with, but lately he’d been stuck on two particular cases. They had him absolutely baffled. He suspected an element of sentiment that he couldn’t quite deduce himself. Considering it, he really should get himself a flatmate or a partner of some kind. It could be interesting. Either way, he needed a good distraction.

Jim smiled and nodded, swiping the card and holding the door open for Sherlock. “Come in, then… Maybe I could help you on the cases.. not that you need help, you know.. but.. but it could be fun. Besides, I might nknow the people that have done it. I’m willing to helong as it’s not something I did myself.” He chuckled. 

"Ah yes… your brother. Mycroft, right?I’ve… had a run in with him before. He brushed me off as nothing… but I suppose if he’s your brother I can keep back any plans for a painful, embarrassing death." He smirked playfully, hoping Sherlock didn’t take it the wrong way.

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#oooh can you imagine the arguments and sngst if John came into the picture? 
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"What…. you told me you were going to tell him!"

"Ok calm down, hear me out." Elizabeth held her hands out to him. "It’s difficult to tell him these things when he’s got a gun in his hand….ok?" She explained carefully.

Jim’s lips culed into  deep frown. “A.. gun?! What?! Why?!” He demanded to know.

"He was firing at the wall, I’m not going to tell him I’m shagging his nemesis when he’s armed and angry!!!" Elizabeth yelled before faltering. Shit. "Sorry, no…I didn’t mean to put it that way, really. I’m so sorry Jim."

Jim flinched at what she’d said, steing back a little. He swallowed thickly, licking his lip and looking away. “Shagging his nemesis… Shagging… well, if that’s all it is to yu.” He shrugged, moving away from her and heading off towards the door for his coat.

Elizabeth followed him and caught his hand in hers. “No! That’s not it which is why I started apologising!! I’m sorry, you mean so much more to me than you realise but I’m afraid to show it because I’ll scare you away!” She exclaimed.

Jim clenched his jaw, eyes stinging as he thought about what Elizabeth had been saying. “Words shouted in anger are far more true than those said calmly.If that’s all you want from me, yu should have told me.” 

"It’s not I’m panicking and I’m angry with myself! Please…." her voice broke at the please, and she could feel tears stinging her eyes. "I love you." She said in a begging tone. "I love you, so much. I fucked up badly, and you have no idea how upset I am at myself for that, please understand that?"

Jim just nodded, eyes filled with tears as he looked away, not wanting her to see him cry. “I’m trying.” he said simply. “I’m trying to understand that. You just have to give me time.” 

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"I know it was all a lie, you know… that none of this was real.."image

"I….didn’t realise you were back…." she trailed off. "I…can’t describe what I’m feeling right now…"

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"Well… clearly not….

"Because I thought you were dead!! I would have looked if there was a sign!" Tears had streamed down her cheeks now and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. "You never told me, anything! I shut myself away in my room for a year because of that and when Sherlock came back, I didn’t even smile!" She sobbed her words out. "And you know what? I blamed him. I thought, it was his fault that you died. Because he got in the way. I’m sorry but I still love you, I would gladly kiss you a thousand times and never let go, but I don’t know if you’ll let me."

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"I just… God, I don’t know how to do this." he let out a shaky breath. "I don’t know what to say, Elizabeth. He did causeit.. he did, but then so did my obsession. And I’m sorry you went through that… but you have no clue what I went through wh… People always found me. They always found me and they always made me suffer for abandoning them." 

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To anyone else, it might have sounded far too confusing to sound like an actual question… but Jim knew. Jim knew exactly what Sherlockhad meant. He’d spent too much time reading Sherlock’s articles and assessing what he could mean tto not know what he was asthat moment… and it turned Jim’s cheeks red.

The cold was no longer bothering as a hot flush flooded through him. Sherlock.. had asked him out. Sure, it followedsome stuff about being an experiment.. but Sherlock was ending the experimente was… back to normal. This could actually become something… 

God, this was terrifying.

He swallowed thickly, taking Sherlock’s hand still and turning to walk with him wordlessly. In facdt, he walked for a good five minuted before he spoke again. 

"I would like that." he said softly."But first… what conclusions did you draw? And… And we’d need to talk… I’ll need to warn you about some stuff… maybe over coffee at mine." He tried to explain without giving anything away.

Sherlock allowed himself to smile softly as Jim spoke. “Of course.” The way that he had phrased the statement, however, had the detective worried. What could Jim possibly have to tell him that he hadn’t already deduced?

As they continued to walk, the raven-haired genius continued to think. Suddenly, he burst into a short bout of quiet giggles. When James shot him an odd look, the genius couldn’t help but laugh once again. 

"I can’t wait to tell Lestrade that I’m dating the man that organized the fraud scheme of the fishing industry last year." The smile on his face was genuine as he gently squeezed Moriarty’s hand. "He’s going to have a heart attack."

Jim chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked at the floor and turned Sherlock down Jim’s road. “I’d kind of appreciateit if you didn’t give him my name, though.” He answered. “Because… Well… i could probably get arrested for that, and I doubt our relationship would last very long with me in jail.” 

He said is lightheartedly, but there was the underlying tone that showed Sherlock he really shouldn’t be telling Lestrade his name, 

He stopped outside a block of flats, pulling out his keycard. “Do you.. want to come up now? Orl.. we can have the talk another day if that’s what you’d prefer.” he suggested with a soft smile. “I really don’t mind.” 

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#Sorry this was short!  #ugh these two <3