Sherlock's hand ghosted across his crotch. "You're lucky this is an incredibly short ride, John. Or else I might have to take some... drastic measures." Sherlock ran a finger down the length of John's cock through his pants, it was quite easy to see he outline of the thick slab of meat through those trousers.

It was only a couple of minutes more before the cabbie parked in front of Baker Street. Sherlock threw a few bill up front, well more than the ride was worth, knowing the cabbie would keep quiet about what he saw.

He got out and waited for John to follow. The cool air outside calmed his boiling blood, he didn't want to meet his landlady with a rain hard on.

If John had one, well, that was his problem.

"Come on, John." He said, opening hte door to the series of flats.