Sherlock, John, and Birds

Sherlock Holmes was having one of those days.  The world was bright and cheerful outside, the birds were chirping, John had just come back from doing the shopping for the week and was putting away the groceries next to the eyeballs, and Sherlock couldn't concentrate because...

"There's too much damn noise!" He rubbed his head furiously and put his head in his hands rubbing at his temples.  He had one massive headache.

"Oh Sherlock, would you just wait a minute, I'm almost done. It's not like I want to be doing this you know."

"It's those stupid birds out the window," He gets up, and makes a face "with their flitting about chirping and making love."

"You should have a bb gun," John said thoughtlessly, he shut the door to the fridge smiling.  Then realized what he said

"Sherlock, no I didn't mean it," He came around the corner.  Sherlock stood frozen by the window thinking, bb gun, bb gun, no that wouldn't work, too many pellets in the windows, not that he cared, but Mrs. Hudson would have a fit. "Don't worry John, not thinking about it."  He was too rapped up in the case anyway to find out how to kill a bunch of pesky birds properly.  Note to self, Sherlock thought, experiment with bird capture no release.  

He wandered back over to the couch and sat down. "How do you deal with stress John?" he asked in an offhand way.  He put his head back in his hands.  

"Me?" John asked.  "Well," he coughed, coming over and sitting down in the armchair "there's a several different ways I guess."  

"Well tell me one of them will you, for God's sake, I need to concentrate and I can't take anymore of those birds fluttering around me!"

"Um, ok," John hesitated "Well, there's always massage."  Sherlock stared at him.  "You know, massaging your head?..." John said, He rubbed at his scalp...Sherlock raised an eyebrow.  "Ok, well, how about exercise, exercise relieves stress, a few jumping jacks or push ups, or running around....

Sherlock was giving him another eyebrow raise...

"Oh for heavens sake, what do you want me to say Sherlock, I don't know!  The only other thing I can think of is sex!!!"

"Sex?" Sherlock responded.  John got quiet

"Well yeah, I mean it's a big stress reliever for me alright!?"  "I'm not suggesting it for you or anything."

"Sex" Sherlock repeated again, his mind was running.  He looked at the birds out the window, it looked like more of them had gathered.  Ok, alright then, sex.   

Sherlock got up and went over to John up behind his chair.

"What?" "Wait, what are you doing?"  "I'm giving you a head massage," Sherlock stated flatly.  "Sherlock?" John said, as the man started to rub his head.  "Just be quiet," Sherlock said flatly again.  John went quiet as Sherlock rubbed John's head and ran his fingers through his hair, John was getting tingles down his spine when Sherlock came to a tiny knotted bit.  John soon gave up keeping still, and moved his head to the side so Sherlock could get to the back of his head.  "This feels really good," John said after a while of Sherlock rubbing John's head hard.  Sherlock tilted John's head to the side a little more and rubbed the back of his neck.  

"Uhhhhhgh, that really feels great."  Sherlock kept on rubbing away quietly.  John fell silent again as Sherlock massaged Johns neck, John closed his eyes and fell in rhythm with the massaging feeling.  He had no idea why Sherlock was doing this, but it was perfectly ok, but he was just hitting the soar spot on his shoulder and was loving it.  "I have no idea how this helps you concentrate, but I am, wow, right there, perfectly ok with it."  "You should let me do your back," Sherlock spoke plainly.  "I can't get to the rest of your shoulder without you taking off your shirt, and I really feel a kink in there."   

"Really?" John asked, "You do...?"  "Well, ok, fine by me, come to my room, we can do it in there."  

Precisely Sherlock thought.

John practically ran to his room, and stripped his shirt off.  "Lye on your stomach," Sherlock said.   

John did as he was told and placed his hands at his side.  It was a little weird to  him, but he was fine.  His shoes were off, his socks were on, his pants were on, he was fine.  A normal massage, right?  

Sherlock put  his hands where he'd left of and continued to massage John's shoulders, and then he pressed his hands up the length of John's spine on either side.  John let out a force of air from it being pressed out of him.  Sherlock needed up John's spine and heard him take breaths and little gasps of air.  Sherlock let out a huff while going up John's back one last time, leaning in closer. He was getting tired, and his hands were hurting from pressing so long. "John?" he said.  "Yeah?" John said, his head to one side.  "Would you mind turning over?" Sherlock asked. "All finished am I?" John joked. "Seriously Sherlock, thank you for doing that," John said while turning over and laying flat on his back. "I had no idea you were such a good,"  Sherlock leaned down on top of John and kissed him full blown on the lips, asking, questioning, wanting all at the same time.  John connected and was baffled with the kiss, the last word he was going to say, still on his lips.  Sherlock pulled back eyeing John, looking for a signal to continue.  "Masseuse," John finished as Sherlock let him go.  He looked up into Sherlock's eyes.  Sherlock leaned in for another kiss.