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John is so fed up. Sherlock is sulking in his chair because the case was easier than he hoped. Greg had texted him about a new body, they had raced out of the flat, flung themselves into the first cab and got to the crime scene in less than 15 minutes only for Sherlock to walk in, take oe look at the body mutter something about an affair gone wrong and dragged John out of the house.
Now John is trying to ignore the huffing coming from the corner in favour of watching the newest episode of Doctor Who. The Doctor is just in the middle of a dramatic confrontation when Sherlock lets out a particularly loud yell of “BORED”.
“Would you please shut up Sherlock?”
“It’s not my fault that Gareth didn’t inform me that it wasn’t even a 2!” Sherlock's face slipped into a pout as he wrapped his favourite navy blue dressing gown tighter around his torso and snuggled further into the leather of his chair.
“For the last time Sherlock it’s Greg and you have been complaining at him for days that you were bored and wanted a case. This is the first case that came up and it got you out of the flat for a bit didn’t it?”
“Unimportant. Find me a case John, surely someone has emailed me with something?” John is sure that his voice gets whinier the longer he talks. There must be some way of getting him to be quiet.
“Check your own emails you lazy git.”
Sherlock throws himself up out of his chair and strides over to Johns chair to loom over him. John looks up at him with an eyebrow raised.
“That is no way to get me to do what you want Sherlock, you know what happened last time someone tried to intimidate me.”
At that Sherlock sighed and dropped to his knees in front of John and groans “Jawn please.”
It’s all John can do to swallow and keep himself from looking Sherlock up and down. Really that’s not fair, and Sherlock doesn’t even know what it’s doing to John who’s currently warring with his feelings for his flatmate. Although there are times when he wants nothing more to shoot his best friend in the head, sometimes he has to hold himself back from throwing himself at the man.
“No now stop being a child and be quiet.”
The pout comes back as Sherlock gets up to relocate to the sofa.
“Thank you, now lets keep it that way please?”
The only response he gets is another sigh but he takes it as a good sign so goes back to watching the TV.
Not even 10 minutes later John hears a groan coming from the direction of the lump on the sofa and that is about the last straw. He hears a surprised sounding noise as he gets up, strides over to the sofa and plants a kiss on Sherlocks pouting face. The younger ma goes still beneath him for all of 5 seconds before he sits up holding Johns face in his hands and is responding with more heat and passion than John thought possible from the man. Both men emit a moan as nibbles and licks are exchanged. After a couple of minutes they draw apart only far enough to get their breath back.
Somehow Johns hands had found their way to Sherlocks back under the dressing gown while Sherlock had remained on his face, stroking his neck and jaw.
“So that happened... What do we think about it?” John mumbles, ever unsure of himself.
Sherlock chuckles to himself and breathes “I think that that was the best idea you’ve ever had.”
John giggles and draws Sherlock back in for another kiss. When Johns darts his tongue out to taste Sherlocks lips, the resulting gasp is almost too much for the blonde to handle so he pulls back a ways to look at Sherlock.
“I’m going to go and make a cuppa, d’you want one?”
“I think that’s your second best idea of the night” Sherlock grins.
John can’t help but return the smile as he turns towards the kitchen.