Sherlock had been pacing around the flat for several hours now. John strolled across the room quickly grabbing his laptop before sitting in "his" chair. He opened the laptop with ferocity and began updating the blog.
"Sherlock! Could you be still for one minute please?" John shouted at his flat mate.
"How could I John we haven't had a case in a week! A week! And why should I stop so you can write in you precious blog?"
John had put up with enough, this last week was like hell on Earth.
"This is the Blog that actually gets you cases thank you very much," John snapped back. And Sherlock chuckled.
"FINE!" John shouted slamming the laptop. John had been fed up with him and no longer gave a shit. He had always been scared to do this.
"Here's something to think about!"
He pushed Sherlock against the door and snogged him good and hard. Just then it all turned on him, and Sherlock flipped the switch. Now Sherlock was pushing John against the door pressing his lips aggressively on John's. Sherlock began to pry open John's lips asking for access with his tongue; He let Sherlock's tongue explores his mouth. And Sherlock's hands explored all over his flat mates well built body. John flinched when Sherlock grazed over his hardening prick. And he instinctively grabbed a handful of Sherlock's luscious curly locks slightly tugging on it, as he released his hold he moved his hands down to his slim shoulders, Sherlock pulled away. The two said nothing as John grabbed his laptop to relive the growing bludge between his legs and headed up to his room and Sherlock picked up his violin and played all night long.
That was a week ago, and they still haven't talked about it. They have continued with their duties, going to cases but neither one looked at the other for more than a second.
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Sherlock and John were sitting in the flat, Sherlock staring aimlessly at his phone, and John reading the paper and drinking a cup of freshly brewed tea. Suddenly Sherlock's phone was ringing very loudly and obnoxiously causing John to look. Sherlock began to speak.
"Yes, what do you want. Oh really! We'll be right there," Sherlock hung up sounding very enthusiastic "What was that about?" John asked looking at Sherlock as he began to stand up grabbing his scarf from the corner of the chair and sweeping by grabbing the signature coat.
"Double murder, Lestrade needs us to come to the station," So john stood up and followed sherlock out the door.