The Christmas party had died down, all but a few people had left. Sitting around in the living room still was Lestrade, Molly, and of course John and Sherlock. They were two bottles of wine into the night, and feeling pretty good. It was Molly who suggested Truth or Dare, and to everyone's surprise, Sherlock was the first to agree. "Could be entertaining."
Molly pointed to Lestrade. "Truth or dare?" He grinned. "Truth."
"Ok, when's the last time you got laid?"
Lestrade cleared his throat. "About a month ago." He quickly pointed to Sherlock. "You. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to touch Molly's boobs."
Sherlock smirked. "Obvious attempt to get me riled up." He went over to Molly and looked at her, asking with his eyes. She nodded. He reached down and gave her left breast a squeeze before sitting back down. John's eyes went wide. Molly was giggling and blushing. Sherlock turned to John. "Truth or dare?"
"Um, truth."
"Last time you wanked?"
John's face immediately turned bright red. "Umm…this morning." he muttered.
Molly giggled again. He looked up at her. "You, truth or dare?"
This went on for a while, the truths getting more personal and awkward, while the dares being mostly sexual. They were all pretty buzzed, and well, Molly rubbing Lestrade's arse seemed perfectly ok and twice as funny as it should've been. After said rubbing, Lestrade turned to Sherlock. "Ok hot shot, truth or dare?"
"Dare." He smirked again.
"Kiss John."
John froze. Sherlock shrugged, turned John's chin to him, and kissed him.
The world melted away. There was nothing but John. It was over too soon. He pulled away and saw the shock on Molly and Lestrade's faces. He turned to look at John just as John lunged at him.
Blame it on the wine, but they were kissing, and Sherlock LOVED it. He ran his fingers through John's hair, pulling him closer and opening his mouth to run his tongue against John's eager mouth. John was clutching him, kissing him with an enthusiasm that Sherlock gladly matched, until someone cleared their throat.
They broke apart, both blushing. Molly's jaw was hanging open, Lestrade looked like a schoolboy caught watching a dirty movie. John cleared his throat. "Well that was um, interesting?"
"I'd say so." Sherlock's stomach was in knots, he could still feel John's lips on his. What was this new feeling?
John was battling in his mind. 'You just kissed a bloke! Not just any joke, but your best mate! And you LIKED it.' He glanced at Sherlock, who stared at him with an open look of want on his face. Lestrade stood up. "Well, I think we should be going." He helped Molly up, waved goodbye, and left. John and Sherlock barely noticed. They were already entwined in each other again.