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I trust you.

[William lids his eyes and smiles up at Sherlock, one hand still cradling his cheek.

He's actually thinking the very same as Sherlock, and that it's truly a pity he'll have to leave soon for his class.

Of course, William loves his students and he loves teaching them. Helping them learn that which comes so easily to himself is truly enthralling.

But it hurts to leave Sherlock's side, no matter the cause. William's sure he could spend a good week in this bed or near it; as long as that time was with Sherlock, he would never lack for stimulation (in more ways than one).

With a sigh he moves to sit up, stretching languid arms over his head. He makes a strange face and blushes, the movement having pulled Sherlock's soft cock from his body, letting his release trickle down William's thighs, so much more than the lube they usually use.]

Ah...

I think I'm going to need another bath...

Edited 2023-09-04 12:56 (UTC)

[The words make Sherlock smile, that warm feeling once more settling in his body.
It shouldn't mean as much, but the fact that Liam trusts him does something to Sherlock that he can't quite explain, at least not yet.]

'N I trust you, Liam.

[He gives Liam room to move, though the sudden loss of warmth and connection makes him aware of the mess they've made too, causing him to chuckle softly.]

Probably. I'll prepare one for ya. Don't move.

[He can't resist to press a kiss to Liam's forehead, before he pulls away. He doesn't really want to leave Liam's side right now, but he doesn't want him to be uncomfortable either, so the he'll have to move after all.

He slips into the bathroom, not bothering to cover himself up with anything while he moves, but makes a mental note to finally fix the shower head, so that it doesn't have to be bath every time Liam needs to clean himself. Even though he obviously doesn't mind taking them together.

While he lets the tub fill with water and checks the temperature, he grabs a washcloth and wets it, not even cleaning himself just yet, but instead returns to the main room where Liam is resting.]

The water's runnin', just a few more minutes 'n it's ready,

[He sits down next to Liam and instead of handing him the cloth to clean himself, he starts wiping Liam's stomach and moves the washcloth over Liam's thighs to clean away most of his own release.]

You're really too good to me.

[William stills to allow Sherlock to clean him, watching with slightly flushed cheeks. He'd had a difficult time allowing such close attention back when they'd started sleeping together, but had finally learned to relax and enjoy it. Sherlock's touch is always so gentle, and he doesn't ever miss a spot.]

Mm... I'd better get in the tub. Not much time left.

[His thighs tremble when he stands up, and he laughs quietly at his own weakness, reaching out for Sherlock to help steady himself.]

Care to keep me company while I bathe?

[Sherlock simply smiles in response, still busy with cleaning Liam's skin until there is nothing left to clean. He notices how much more relaxed Liam has become over time, making his smile even softer.]

"Ah, right. Clock's tickin',"

[He's right beside Liam in an instant, steading him and guiding him towards the bathroom. On the way, he quickly picks up his jeans to skillfully pull his cigarettes and zippo from his back pocket, all with one hand, since the other is still wrapped around Liam.

He helps Liam climb into the bath after checking that the temperature is just right, and then turns to finally clean himself somewhat, before lighting himself a cigarette. He definitely smokes less when he is with Liam, since they are often quite busy, but it doesn't mean that his cravings have vanished completely.]

"You sure you okay 'n able to teach later?"

[William is already mostly clean thanks to Sherlock, so he takes this opportunity for a quick soak. The warm water eases away any aches left in his body, and he sighs, allowing himself to further relax.]

Mm, I'll be fine. I'm not as delicate as I look.

[Reaching over, he plucks away Sherlock's cigarette with damp fingers, his head tilted back against the tub's rim as he takes in a slow drag, then returns it.]

"Mmhm, that I've noticed. Also never claimed that you're delicate. Just makin' sure you're not too exhausted, you still need to teach a class after all,"

[Sherlock smirks and his eyes linger for just a bit too long on Liam's
neck as he leans back to smoke.
He takes the cigarette back, blowing the smoke into the air above them.

"Ya know, I can light you your own cigarette, if you want one?"

[William lets his eyes close for a brief moment, savoring everything surrounding him: the warm water, the warmth of Sherlock's nearby presence, the scent of his cigarette in the air and lingering on William's tongue.]

I'd rather not smoke an entire one. Besides, it tastes better when it's been in your mouth.

[smirksmirk]

[Sherlock grins and kneels next to the bathtub, leaning closer to Liam.]

"Got a better way for you to taste that cigarette then,

[Leaning closer, he presses his lips gently against Liam's, the taste of nicotine and smoke lingering there]

[William closes his eyes and hums with appreciation, letting the kiss linger. He touches wet fingers to Sherlock's cheek, stroking his skin while giving him a fond look.]

Don't tempt me to call out, now.

"Professor Moriarty, not showin' up to class? Has that ever happened before? Wouldn't want ya to get into a scandal 'cause o' me."

[Sherlock smirks, taking another drag from his cigarette, then bringing their lips back together for a smoke kiss.]

[The kiss leaves William practically purring as he exhales the smoke, licking the taste of Sherlock on his lips.]

I've almost been late, once or twice. I'd rather avoid a scandal...

[But he's kissing Sherlock again, one more time before reluctantly returning his focus to his bath.]

...When we meet next, what shall we do? I'll let you choose, this time.

[Before meeting Liam, Sherlock hadn't thought that something like sharing smoke via a kiss could be sexy.
Yet, with Liam, everything seems to be sexy, or sensual, or enjoyable.
Oh fuck, he's in this way too deep already, especially for their circumstances.]

"Oh? You let me choose? It sounded earlier as though you already had an idea of what t'do that weekend when we see each other again. Or was that just securin' a timeslot?"

Timeslot, heh... Let's put it that way.

As long as we spend some private time together, I am open to ideas, and curious as to what you'd like.

[William finishes with his bath, rising up and stepping out of the tub without a care for how Sherlock will see him. His body drips a wet trail of water across the floor as he walks to take a towel and proceeds to carefully dry himself off.]

[Right, they both know that Sherlock isn't exactly busy, except there's an interesting murder happening, but somehow he feels as though the Lord of Crime won't be very active this upcoming weekend.

Of course his eyes follow Liam as he climbs out of the tub and dries himself, but since he's been sitting here naked the whole time himself for Liam to admire, he doesn't exactly feel ashamed for ogling.]

"Has anyone ever bothered us here? Not gonna happen this weekend either, don't worry.
Soooo ... what if I just said 'Surprise me', hm?"

Surprise you? Hmm.

[William drapes his damp towel around Sherlock's neck, leaning in to give him a lazy, lingering kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, already calculating an array of ideas in the back of his brain.]

I'll see what I can do, then.

"I can already see you schemin'. Lookin' forward to it,"

[Oh, he's smirking all over his face, already feeling giddy and excited for the next weekend, and to see what Liam might come up with.
He throws the towel over the edge of the bathtub and leaves the bathroom to finally pick up his clothes from the floor to eventually put them back on. Even though his eyes clearly linger more on Liam's body than on his own clothes, already missing the warmth it provides.

"Ya let me know when exactly?"

Of course. I wouldn't want to leave you hanging.

[Playtime is over for now, unfortunately. William dresses in a quick and efficient manner, keeping his gaze to himself to keep from any further distractions.
Once he's got his coat on he does spare Sherlock a glance, a warm smile on his lips.]

I'll text you. Soon.

[He's still sitting on the bed, having just slipped into his ripped jeans and tied his boots, but still remaining shirtless as he's already reaching for the next cigarette.

Of course, the fun part is over, they need to get back to reality and their respective jobs. Even if that doesn't exactly mean much for Sherlock.]

"Mmmhm, don't make me wait too long. Who knows, I might be busy after all,"

[No, he probably won't. But Liam isn't the only one who's allowed a bit of teasing every now and then, right?]

"Or a murder might happen, 'n I'll be workin'. But I'll let ya know in that case."

[He doesn't expect a goodbye kiss, not even a hug. So he just nods and gives Liam a smile as he blows the smoke into the air, but remains sitting in his place.
The fun part is over, indeed.]

[In the end it's surprisingly hard to tear his gaze away from Sherlock's shirtless form. William allows his gaze to linger a moment more, appreciating the sight of him.]

If you come across any new cases, I'd love to hear about them, of course.

[Even if they involve his owm hand, of course.

Time is finally starting to actually run out, so with a quick tip of his hat and a final smile, William bids Sherlock goodbye. He leaves the building in a buoyant mood, doing his best to keep from smiling too much as he waves down a taxi to carry him to school.]

Edited 2023-09-28 13:38 (UTC)

[The moment Liam is out of the door, Sherlock drops on his back and stares at the ceiling, hands crossed behind his head, letting out a deep sigh.

He thinks about everything that happened today, everything that went down in here, what Liam has done or said, ever since that first text earlier ...]

"Shit, I'm in trouble .."

[Oh yes, he is, and he's down bad for Liam, he can tell. Not that he's got much experience when it comes to feelings, but this feels different than anything before.
If things were only a little less complicated.

With another sigh (and drag from his cigarette) he finally gets his body moving to put a shirt on and pay a visit to Lestrade to see how far they've dealt with the culprit by now.

And until the weekend comes, he'll be anxiously checking his phone for a message that might finally tell him a time, so he'll know when he'll see Liam again.
Or maybe he gets another nice picture. Or maybe he should send one himself.
Who knows.]

[To no one's surprise, William's guest lecture goes as smoothly as planned. He's always been good about keeping focus, and is able to put aside his thoughts on the last few hours; later, at bedtime, is when he'll finally allow himself to indulge in thinking of Sherlock. Of their time spent together.

He wonders if he's falling too deep already.

Time passes. London stays fairly quiet- no murders and nothing from the Lord of Crime either.

William finds himself wondering if Sherlock is bored by this lack of action, and begins to spend his precious free time coming up with a mystery for him to solve in order to go on their next 'date'. Ciphertext, clues hidden in illustrations in heavy old tomes and in actual locations scattered around Baker st, all these come together to form an invitation to the opera that coming weekend. Sherlock will receive his ticket as reward should he solve the mystery, and there are instructions included for him to give William's last name at the doors and to wear his best suit.]

[And Sherlock is bored alright. So bored in fact, that his mood is already dropping dramatically and John is starting to suffer greatly under it.
Thankfully it doesn't take long for Sherlock to catch up on the little hints and clues that Liam has scattered everywhere around him, causing his mood and his excitement to instantly improve as he pieces together the puzzle that eventually leaves him knocking on John's door the moment he solved it, because Sherlock certainly does not own a fitting suit.

But he finds himself all dressed up in a tight but well fitting suit and a tie that seems to choke him in a decidedly not fun way, but John insisted that he wore one to the opera.
Even his hair is somewhat tamed, tucked behind his ears and kept in place with hair gel and a low ponytail, instead of his usual high one.
He decidedly doesn't feel like himself, but it's what he does for Liam. Even if it means not being able to smoke for hours and listening to an Opera instead.

[The venue is quite fancy, probably moreso than Sherlock would actually prefer. He's treated with respect the second he drops the name "Moriarty", however, with a bellboy escorting him up to the box seating area.

Said seats are inside a room that's larger than Sherlock's very own bedroom. Among the fancy settings there's a bucket with champagne, a tray of assorted hors d'oeuvres, and it even comes with a private bathroom.

The only odd aspect is the fact that the singing has started, but the room's curtain is still drawn across the front.

William, of course, is there, leaning against one of the chairs, a fluted glass in his hand, the liquor inside appearing untouched. He's dressed beautifully in a dark, bespoke suit with a blood-red tie that brings out the hunger in his eyes. His hair is brushed back, looking paler under the room's lighting. He greets Sherlock with a small smile, surprised at the sudden surge of nerves he feels.]

It's not too much, is it?

[Sherlock takes in all of the decor, the lights that reflect from every tiny piece of shining surface, the overall pageantry and splendour.
It's clearly not what he is used to, and he feels almost uncomfortable, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers and thanking his past self for leaving most of his usual jewellery at home, besides his favourite skull ring and the piercings he won't ever take out. But it's already enough to make him look so out of place that even he feels awkward.

None of this is his usual environment, at least not as long as there isn't a murder involved, and while there is a lot of red everywhere, it's more of the satin than the bloody type that he prefers.
And it once again reminds him of how fucking rich Liam actually is in comparison to him.

But then he enters the room itself and his eyes fall onto the person of his affection, leaving him breathless for just a moment before he catches himself and finds his words again.]

"Depends on what you describe as too much. In comparison to Buckingham Palace? Probably not. Compared to the pubs I usually tend t' spend my Saturdays at? Just a little~"

[He smirks and the moment the door closes behind him, leaving them alone, he steps closer to Liam.]

"You look stunnin', by the way. 'N I loved that little game you set up for me to solve to get here. Though I thought I'd be on time?"

[William smiles at his comment, briefly showing his teeth in a feral little grin.]

My thanks. I didn't think a mere text would suffice to catch your interest.

[When Sherlock steps close, William reaches over to touch his tie, his collar, finally resting a hand on his chest as he takes a long look at him. The effect is even nicer than he'd anticipated- Sherlock's piercings and other jewelry add a dark edge to the well-fitted suit. William likes it, quite a lot.

It was worth setting this all up.

Before them the music swells, and the curtains remain closed.]

Would you like a drink? There's close to a full bar in here.

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