by Sherlock Phoenix Mon May 21, 2012 4:35 am
Sherlock was not able to sleep at all that night.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would get memories of how it felt to have Jim in his arms, how he tasted, how it felt to be inside him.
He had thought he was obsessed by the other man already, but now he realized he was at a whole new level.
How could he manage this?
He had to have him again, but Jim seemed to be so set on rejecting him now, he was starting to think that maybe he couldn't possibly seduce him another time.
When morning came, he knew he just had to see him again.
He walked into the prison cell, an ice pack in his hand, and watched Jim sleep for a while, standing by the closed gate.
When he saw him stir, he walked closer, placing the ice pack on the injury on his cheek.
"Keep it there, so the swelling will go down," he muttered dryly.