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You: [John started to drink and made a comment Sherlock took as a dare, so at some point they got drunk. It's not the stag night, but they were playing the same game. Shitty night of a shitty month for me, so please just disconnect and don't be mean if you hate it, I just need a break. Thank you.] ''Fine, you won this one.'' said John taking the piece of paper with madonna's name off his own forehead. ''Now... Truth or dare?'' he started the first game that came to his mind.
Stranger: The taller man gave a lazy eye roll."/Please/," he drawled, giving a scoff. An insult was at his ready but his lips seemed to be more caught up with his brain that was currently marinating in alcohol."Dare," he said simply, tucking in his lower lip, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. A look that said "Do your worst", written across his expression. [Sorry for the short reply.]
You: [No problem at all, it's great.] John looked at him and raised his eyebrows. ''I was hoping you wouldn't say that, the circumstances are quite limited.'' he shrugged, looking around and sipping his drink. ''Show me something you owe that you would never show me out of this dare.''
Stranger: An eyebrow lifted and skinny finger's plucked his half empty glass from the side table, liquid pouring down his throat, warming his insides, staring at the other man with droopy eyes. He gave a small sigh as he it made a slight 'clunk' against the wooden surface, having abandoned his glass entirely. A single finger, erect."Don't move." He, usually so collected and articulate, slurred his words together before pushing himself out of his seat, sock-clad feet tapping against the floor as he retreated into his room, making a bee-line for the closet. Now, there was a plethora of sorts of rather odd collections that he owned. Mostly used for cases of course. Disguises were rather an important detail of his line of work. Upon finding the black box, stuffed into the back of his closet, he pulled out the lacy article of clothing, the end of it twirling on his index finger, proceeding back into the parlor once more, plopping down into his seat.
You: John sat there and closed his eyes for a moment while Sherlock was gone. He sighed and tapped his fingers on the armchair, hoping from the bottom of his heart he wouldn't show up with anything akin drugs. He then opened his eyes when he heard him coming back, and let his curious gaze find what he had brought. He raised his eyebrows once more, so surprised for a moment he couldn't say anything. He froze and had to shake his head to put himself together when he realized he had done so, swallowing before he could bring the first words to his lips. ''No... You. Really?'' he asked, everything - curiosity, even dangerous thoughts he tried to put aside - in his tone, but it was clear he wasn't judging.
Stranger: The consulting detective gave a half-hearted shrug, pushing all of his weight onto the cushion of his arm chair, leaning back as ankles crossed together, legs stretched outward. A slight smirk spread across his lips and he pulled the elastic band, as it snapped back against his finger's."Case. I was," he paused and his voice morphed into something of a french accent,"the new bartender at that of a popular night club. It was obvious, I just needed to attract the murder's attention. He... was ever so fond of alley's." Sherlock rolled his eyes and muttered "crétin," underneath his breath. He dropped the accent and bundled the pants in his hand. "Before you, obviously. Utterly horrendous. "
You: John chuckled and shook his head. ''You are unbelieveble.'' said him, gently as he watched the man. ''Why do you even keep it then?'' he asked, taking another sip of his drink as he moved his legs lazily.
Stranger: He gave a slight hum."I liked them," and Sherlock spoke of this, utterly shameless because, well, it was in fact the truth and Sherlock was nothing , if not blunt. "But of course, it's entirely impossible after having wore an 129 pound set of pants to simply return it. I doubt they'd keep the thing." He let the wad rest against his lap and resumed to pick up his glass once more."Truth or dare, John?" And lips kissed the ring of his glass, courage sliding down inside him to warm his belly.
You: John watched the lacy pants and then forced himself to look up, taking his time to decide what he would want. ''Truth.'' he said finally, licking his lip out of habit and playing with the glass with his fingers, curious but also a little afraid of the questions he could ask, knowing so much about the doctor.
Stranger: The taller man made a thoughtful noise as he turned his face upward's toward's the ceiling, thinking up something quickly to ask of his flatmate, but that of his mind was reduced to the common idiot, running slower than normal as he felt light-headed from consuming such an amount of alcohol. He caste his eyes back down to stare into John's face, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips."What is the most dangerous thing you've done?" It wasn't the typical, "Is it true" but it most certainly was not a dare.
You: John bit the inside of his lower lip and covered his eyes with a hand for a moment. ''Oh, God.'' he muttered, knowing the answer all too well. He finished his drink with a long sip. ''It was ridiculous, dangerous, /stupid/.'' he said honestly and chuckled as he shook his head. ''Hnm. I -- Had sex back in the army in a really, really dangerous area, I shouldn't even fall asleep there, even if there was another man awake, and yet we --'' he waved a hand towards the empty space of the living room, avoiding his gaze as he knew he was also admitting he wasn't straight either. ''The gun was not even close at some point, I could have been killed in the most pathetic way possible.'' he said, but immediately the memory of the feeling returned to his mind and he knew all too well why he had done it anyway.
Stranger: Pale eyes stared at his flatmates face, tracing the creases that made his figure up. His head cocked to the side slightly and then he simply cradled his hand in his palm as his elbow was propped on the arm of his chair. He looked upon John in wonder and he grew to be irritated with himself in that second. Of course, "not gay", did /not/ mean straight. Assumption was tedious and he found himself doing it often. Of course, he'd never tell anyone that, he was seemingly to proud to reveal that he was not always on point but rather made up conclusions based of data, likely possibilities, ruling out that of which was idiotic to no end."Hm. Perhaps. Though it would be one of the interesting ways to die, wouldn't it? Oblivious, post-orgasm."
You: John chuckled, shaking his head. ''No, it wouldn't.'' he said honestly. ''I would probably bleed for a long time before I actually died, it would ruin the orsgasm.'' he smirked a litle. ''I also would have time to regret that /stupid/ decision, blame myself not only for my own death but for the death of a person I lov- cared about, not to mention all the people I saved after that moment, all the people I would leave behind.'' he sighed again. ''Truth or dare?'' he asked, once he realized he was talking too much.
Stranger: [ I sense Jolto.] Sherlock relentlessly stared at the shorter man who sat across from him before he let his eyes drop down toward's his crossed legs, flickering over toward's the fireplace, inhaling deeply before adjusting his gaze to John again."Truth," Sherlock said simply, voice calm, the undertone of that evident slur.
You: [*blinks eyes innocently*] John frowned a little, searching for all the curiosity he would always have when it comes to Holmes. ''Have you ever had a relationship?'' was the first thing that came out of his lips
Stranger: [I'm keeping my eye on you. >u>] Jaw clenched partially before un-clenching and his eyes narrowed. What a /typical/ question to ask. Tongue grazed over the front of his teeth, flattening over it's structure." Define... 'relationship'," replied he.
You: ''Have you ever had either a romantic or sexual relationship with someone?'' he tried once more.
Stranger: "Yes," came the reply back, almost immediately. His hand waved and his wrist moved in circle motions."A long while ago." And Sherlock merely left it at that as he wished not to dwell in that particular point of his life. It wasn't that he was /ashamed/, far from it, rather in fact he was quite content with his life, despite the certain particular actions he took when younger. It was merely he disliked the thought of his once lover, as he could not help but wonder what became of him.
You: John nodded, knowing he shouldn't push the subject too far. ''Truth for me, again.'' he asked, then, letting it go.
Stranger: A slight smirk stretched over his lips. These questions and dares were allowing each other to dread far to much on their background and Sherlock took it upon himself to turn the notch slightly. Invasive questions were always fun. "What is the naughtiest thing you've ever thought about? "
You: ''Define naughtiest.'' he said simply. ''Related to a kink, to danger level, to how forbidden it is...'' he waved his hand once more as he sipped his drink.
Stranger: "Tell me as opposed to how 'forbidden' it is then." Sherlock looked at John expectantly.
You: John licked his lips, thinking about several things that had crossed his mind before. ''Uhnm. That's hard...'' said him, ''If I think about the person I wanted to have sex with -- just boring things. A teacher, a friend, nothing really /forbidden/. If I think things I'd like to do... I'm quite sure they are all legal as long as I have consent, so.... Places. Situations. Probably all related to urges I had, like wanting to pin someone against the closest wall... Which almost got me killed once, as you can notice.'' he shrugged. ''I think I would hardly succeed to chose the naughtiest thing I have /ever/ thought about, so recently...'' he kept thinking out loud and he closed his eyes for a moment, but all the memories he found were related to Sherlock. ''God, I don't know, just... Public spaces, and...'' he tried not to give in too much. ''During work, or in a dangerous situation, I don't know. I'm find myself quite boring, to be honest.''
Stranger: Eyebrows tilted upward's his legs shifted, a leg flat on the floor as he crossed the other one over his thigh."Hardly," huffed he before picking his head up from his palm, arms crossing over his chest, laying limp against his torso."On the contrary," slurred he."I find you quite the opposite. Boring doesn't suit you, no matter how many ridiculous jumper's it takes to at least attempt to mask that up. You're particularly... intriguing and I find myself seeming to be astonished by you." Eyes drooped and lips had parted slightly.
You: John looked back at him, surprised. He sipped his drink and placed the glass aside, leaning closer by instinct and resting his chin on a hand as he observed the detective closely. ''I am just a wounded army doctor,'' he said calmly ''I'll always be twice as astonished, amazed by you.'' he blurted out honestly. ''Now pick truth or dare, will you?''
Stranger: A huff escaped him and he rolled his eyes as if he were honestly irritated, which, of course, he wasn't."Dare," Sherlock said, giving a single nod of certainty.
You: ''Call... Ande- Greg, so I won't be so mean. Tell him how much you love him.'' said the doctor, testing Sherlock's boundaries.
Stranger: Sherlock blinked at John as if he just admitted to killing humans in 221C. A scoff escaped his lips not a moment later."/Fine/," Sherlock agreed to it, mostly because he was drunk and frankly wouldn't back down on a challenge never the less a dare seemingly as idiotic as this. His hand slipped into his pocket, fishing out his mobile before the screen lit to life and a thumb grazed over the contact button, scrolling down past John's name to hit the title that spelled out in white letters the detective inspector's name. He pressed speaker button and put a finger to his lips, hushing, staring at John with slightly narrowed eyes, the click sounded off and a tired voice spoke, slightly angered."Greg," Sherlock drawled, speaking the man's name gently into the receiver before a snapped "What the fuck do you want, Sherlo- " "I simply cannot stop thinking about you. I can't /work/." "Wha-" An amused smile pulled itself onto Sherlock's lips."I suppose I understand now. Oxytocin, dopamine, testosterone. I need you." And Sherlock's voice morphed into a breathy whisper."Sherlock?," Greg asked bewildered."Love is an illusion. But I'm willing to let the illusion linger. You've no idea how long I've wanted you."
You: John looked at him with a smirk while they waited for Greg to pick up, and was absolutely amused by the words Sherlock used. It truly sounded like him, not too fake for Greg to catch it was a dare, and the doctor had to do his very best to muffle his laugh, to keep himself in silence as he watched him. A small shadow of jealousy grew inside of him as he waited Greg's answer, but he quickly pushed it aside, trying too hard not to laugh out loud to think about anything else.
Stranger: "/What/? Sherlo-" A soft breath escaped him, breathing across the receiver."For quite a long time, Lestrade. Always you. I've never wanted someone as much as I want you." The consulting detective licked his lips as his voice dropped lower."I'm looking forward to our next meeting. I've plans for you, detective." And with that Sherlock ended the call and he sneaked his phone back into his pocket, feeling it vibrate against his leg as a call rang out, eliciting a deep chuckle.
You: ''Oh my God.'' John said as he finally let the laugh escape. ''Oh my --'' he said, shaking his head as he chuckled more and more. The tone the detective had used and his words, though - things John would at least not think about in that moment. ''I can't believe you -- He's --'' he started some sentences, unable to finish them as he took a deep breath to put himself together again.
Stranger: A grin bloomed across his lips, eyes crinkling at the corner's as he caste his eyes down toward's the carpeted wooden floor, chuckling more, as it rumbled within his chest, shaking his head partially."Well, I assume the next case that happens to rise will be most certainly uncomfortable on his part. Though, it was entirely amusing to hear, I'll admit."
You: John bit his lip then, sighing and sipping his drink. ''I will have truth, please.'' he smirked then.
Stranger: A hand snaked out to grip his glass and he hummed around it's sold lips, drinking down the rest of his beverage, head tilting back, swallowing."If... you can kiss possibly any individual on earth, who would it be and you must explain your reasoning."
You: John looked at him and froze for a moment, not wanting to lie but also not willing to admit the clear answer that popped in his head. He felt his heartbeats getting faster and did his best to seem calm. ''Can I exchange that question for a dare?'' he tried.
Stranger: Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed together partially, staring at John in wonderment."I suppose, yes. /Why/?"
You: ''I am in love with someone and I am not willing to admit, discuss or talk about it.'' he sighed, answering honestly at least. ''Give me a dare then.''
Stranger: Lips parted as he stared at John and a sliver of disappointment rested inside the pit of his stomach and he willed it to leave him be."Alright," he said calmly before taking a second to think up a dare."Trade your jumper for my shirt," Sherlock decided.
You: ''What? Why?'' he said, frowning. ''Now?''
Stranger: "Either take the dare or answer the question," said he, slightly irritated and he gave John a pointed look.
You: John placed his glass aside and stood, taking off his jumper carefully without saying a word and giving it to the detective.
Stranger: A scoff escaped him as he found it idiotic that John would rather undress himself rather than answer his truth. His hand snagged the sweater away from John's grip, pale eyes trailing up his torso. Buttons flicked through their miniature slots one by one and he unbuttoned his cuffs, sliding of his shirt and folding is messily, a bare arm extending, shirt in hand.
You: John noticed he was staring at the fingers that started to undo the shirt before he looked around to avoid it, taking the shirt and putting it on then. He thought it was a quite nice dare, in fact, as he closed the buttons and folded the sleves, feeling Sherlock's scent. ''Truth or dare?''
Stranger: "Dare." Voice deadpan. Finger's turned the jumper over and lifted the end up before sliding himself into the previous warmth that had still lingered by John's body heat. The sleeves were not the longest and he poked his head through the opening, hair mussed .
You: ''You can dance, right?'' he asked, frowning a little, then waving a hand towards the empty space in the room. ''Show me... Something.''
Stranger: Eyes widened slightly, lips forming as if to protest but he sucked in a breath and jerkily nodded before the chair groaned beneath him as he pushed himself up, walking toward's the empy space, clearing his throat."Apologies, I've not... attempted dancing in a long time." Licking his lips, he pretended John simply wasn't there, eyes closing shut, jaw tightening as he began to dance, legs trespassing over each other, arms held up in the air, slowly moving as he performed a full circle.
You: John smiled softly as he watched the detective, licking his lips - and realizing he had done so shortly after, glad the detective couldn't see it - and tapping a rhythm on the arm chair silently with his fingers. ''You are good.'' he commented after a moment.
Stranger has disconnected.
