Notes: Warning for alcohol consumption and speculated drug abuse. Also on LJ.
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The most attractive human being John Watson has ever seen is on the dance floor right now. That is not something John thought he would ever think in a gay bar.
Probably it’s the drinks that’ve done it, he thinks. He’s lost count of how many he’s had. He holds his liquor well, so not too many, or maybe too many. What’s the difference? Drinking by yourself in a gay bar is a lonely pastime anyway. Some might even call it pathetic. He wouldn’t. Not tonight. Special occasion. Doesn’t do this often. Not going to end up like his sister, whose freshly minted marriage is already fracturing under the strain of alcoholism.
A few times, he’s caught himself thinking that Clara, Harry’s wife, is the most attractive human being he’s ever seen, with her forget-me-knot eyes and yellow hair and blinding smile. Always wondered how Harry’d managed to snag her—Harry, who has never known how to take care of beautiful things. But that doesn’t matter right now, because Clara has been stripped of the honor of most attractive human being he’s ever seen. At least, she has after a few beers.
The current holder of the “most attractive human being John Watson has ever seen” title is dancing alone in a somewhat spastic way, his hand sometimes flipping up the hem of his loose white T-shirt to reveal a flat stomach and too-pronounced hipbones. His dark, curly hair is damp with sweat, his almond-shaped eyes closed, his full lips slightly parted. John, who’s a doctor when he’s not doing a passable imitation of an alcoholic, knows a drug addict when he sees one, knows by the man’s almost translucent skin and the jerkiness in his movements. Can’t tell if he’s on anything presently, though. Maybe, maybe not. John wants to lick him.
The question references a previous text asking about their “most memorable kiss.”
