"By the way, we're out of milk." Sherlock pointed out randomly.

"Alright... would you like me to get some?" John replied.

"Yes, that would be good. And also I have a grocery list for you. Texted it to you."

John sighed. Once again, Sherlock was sending him out so he could stay at home and think or whatever it was he did with his spare time.


"I'm back." John called out, receiving no reply. Sherlock? Are you home?" He had only gone to the grocery store half an hour ago and of course his flatmate was nowhere to be found. He wondered briefly if Sherlock happened to discover a new case and run out the door without calling him. He did have the tendency to do that. Oh, he was probably doing some strange experiment. Hopefully he wouldn't find a head in the refrigerator this evening.

John put the groceries away, thankfully not finding any gruesome things in the kitchen, then laid down on the couch. He flipped aimlessly through television channels, but there was nothing interesting on. For once he thought he might understand how Sherlock felt. Boring! He would say to express how simple most humans' lives were. Oh, Sherlock, John smiled to himself at the thought of his strange friend. Was he a friend? I suppose they would be called that. Most people out in public assumed they were a couple, but... no. John convinced himself time and time again that Sherlock had no feelings for him- or anyone at all, for that matter- of the romantic sort. Even Sherlock had said it, John was his only friend. Nothing more, though.

The stupid show that was on went dark and silent as John clicked the remote. He sighed. Where in the bloody apartment was Sherlock?

John stood up, wincing a bit as pain shot through his leg. It had gotten better recently though. He ignored his leg and went on to wander around.

The first thing he noticed was that Sherlock's door was shut. That was odd. Sherlock rarely ever went in his room except to sleep (occasionally), much less closed the door.

He heard a sound that made him quite curious to find out what was going on.

John quietly turned the knob to reveal something he never would have expected.

Sherlock was laying on the bed, completely naked. His eyes are closed with pleasure. A soft gasp escapes his lips, followed by a deep moan.

Meanwhile, John watches, entranced. He knows he should leave, but it's far too intriguing. He always thought Sherlock was asexual. But this proves something completely different.

Sherlock begins to stroke himself faster now, and he still has no idea that John is in the doorway, and it's all so much to take in. John has to bite his lip to keep from making a noise.

"Oh... fuck." Somehow it comes off as incredibly erotic when Sherlock says this. John's eyes widen and his breath hitches.

He's stroking himself even faster now, his body arches up, he begins softly moaning again, and all of a sudden...

"John!"

His eyes flash open a second afterward.

"Why... are you here? I thought you were at the store." Sherlock's voice sounded incredibly deep and sexy.

John tried to ignore the fact the a very attractive, naked man was laying on the bed about 5 feet away from him. He slowly backed away from the door frame. That would be embarrassing if Sherlock happened to see the bulge in his pants.

"I- I'm sorry. I came home and didn't know where you were. I'll be leaving now.' John stuttered, his face blushing brighter with each word.

How the hell did he do that? Sherlock didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. It was as if John had simply walked in when he was fully clothed. And besides, John hadn't even guessed that he would have seen that. Sherlock, jacking off? John couldn't help but shake his head and smile a bit. That was Sherlock. You thought you knew him, but then came something completely unpredictable.

The only problem was, while Sherlock was laying on his bed satisfied, John now had a problem.

After seeing that, of course, he was incredibly horny. But he didn't want Sherlock to know that he had been watching him for a while, or that it had turned him on. Oh, fuck it, he decided. Sherlock deduced everything he could about everyone. He probably already knew what John was thinking right now.

Making that decision, John stripped and laid down on the bed. He tried to think about some of his old girlfriends, but the image of Sherlock haunted his mind. And it was quite a nice image, he had to admit.

John began to stroke himself, shamelessly thinking of his flatmate. There was no way Sherlock knew what he was thinking, right?

Soon his mind traveled to fantasies. Sherlock jacking in the shower, Sherlock pushed against the wall, Sherlock sucking him off, Sherlock bent over his desk.

John moaned, perhaps a little too loudly. If Sherlock heard, he didn't comment.

But that was when John heard footsteps toward his room. He frowned slightly in annoyance. Couldn't Sherlock deduce what he was up to and leave him alone? Whatever, he told himself. He didn't stop- after all, he had just caught Sherlock in the act.

The door creaked open. "John." Sherlock breathed softly.

"Go away, can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" John paused to be angry at Sherlock for barging in.

"Oh, I've noticed that." he said, and John couldn't help but notice just how attractive he was, especially with those gorgeous eyes luring him in, "I just wanted to ask if I could help you."

Reviews would be lovely! I'm planning to continue this, and Sherlock and John's relationship will definitely take a plot twist in this story.