Hello this is my very first fanfiction so I am sorry for how terrible it is!

It is also rather short, ah well.

HOPE YOU LIKE!

WARNINGS- Masterbation

I woke up fairly early this morning due to my flatmate having his morning shower. I clambered out of bed and searched around for a clean pair of boxers. Throwing on my dressing gown, I decided I would go downstairs for my morning tea.

After boiling the water, I soon realised that John still hadn't gone out to fetch the milk. Grumbling to myself, I snatch today's paper off the table and settle in my chair.

After a while I began to notice John was taking an exceptionally longer time in the shower than his usual routine.

"John?" I said, putting my newspaper aside.

No answer.

I repeated myself, this time yelling.

Still there was no reply.

I jumped up from my armchair and scrambled up the stairs towards the bathroom. As I made my way towards the door I can hear the sound of the shower and my flatmate.

I peer inside and –

"Oh, god" John whimpered.

I can see his arms clearly enough to know what he's doing and that noise confirms it.

He's masturbating.

I can't bring myself to look away. I watch his head lolling and eyes flickering. I can hear his deep breathy moans.

"Shit, Sherlock," John groaned, his body jerking.

I always thought of myself as asexual but hearing him groan my name the blood begins to pour into my crotch. Slowly, I lower my hand over my hard bulge. John's moans are so arousing, I can't stop myself. I undo my jeans to release the pressure and bring my hand inside. Gradually I go under my waistband towards my crotch. I never thought I had a voyeurism kink but this was such a turn on. My eyes never leave the sight of John. His army figure and soft sandy hair are soaking wet with the shower. He looks breathtaking. I begin to grip my shaft. My lips parting slightly, a slow breath leaves my mouth.

John's moaning is now becoming a lot more intense, causing me to grasp my cock and pump. I can feel the wetness of the pre-come seeping out. I imagine what he's thinking of, what he's imagining me doing. I stroke my shaft faster, rubbing my thumb over the head. I bite my bottom lip to muffle my moans.

"Fuck yes" John gasped, "Oh, Sherlo-" He panted breaking off to moan.

I am so close, just by listening to him say my name in such a manner. John's head is now tilting back, I watch his body as he rocks hard into his hand. He grunts my name again, repeating it over and over. I squeeze my groin, shoving my spare hand inside my mouth. Biting it to silence my moans.

I wonder how long John has been thinking of me in this way. I knew when we first met at Bart's that he found me attractive, but I never knew he thought about me sexually.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" John whispers, "Sh-Sh-Sherlock!"

A deep moan erupts from his throat as semen spurts from his cock landing on his belly.

I can't contain myself and I spill my seed in my boxers soon after John. I sink my teeth into my fist to stop me from making any noise. My legs give out and I slide down the wall of the hall. I wipe my hand on the inside of my boxers and fasten my trousers back up. I'm still regaining my breath when I hear the shower turn off. I hurry down the stairs and take my place back on my chair, I decide to act as if nothing had ever happened.

~~END~~