BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
John instantly bolted upright and threw off his covers and looked around wildly for the source of the noise. It was slightly muffled, he realized, after a moment of recollection. He guessed it was the fire alarm in the kitchen and went down to investigate.
He climbed down the stairs, bleary eyed but fully awake now, adjusting his boxer shorts and thin t-shirt he wore to bed. He stopped and glared at the Bunsen burner that Sherlock must have left on before he (finally) went to bed.
"John could you turn that obscene noise off?" Sherlock's deep voice came from his bedroom down the hall. John turned to look at his flatmate in annoyance but he instantly turned away and put his hand up to his face to shield him from…well, Sherlock.
Apparently Sherlock chose to sleep naked that night.
And apparently he hadn't bothered to dress in anything before opening his door and leaning against the frame.
"Christ, Sherlock, put some pants on at least!" John shouted over the continuing beeping of the smoke alarm.
"John, just turn off the alarm and then we can both go back to sleep," was the lazy reply.
John tilted his head to see if his flatmate was dressed yet, aaaand he wasn't. John put his hand out in the air to cover, eh, Sherlock's area while he tried to keep his gaze level and on Sherlock's face.
"Goodness, John, it's as if you don't have the same genitals." He shifted against the doorframe and John muttered in discomfort.
"Sherlock! That's different!"
Sherlock smirked and shifted again. He pushed himself off the doorframe and waltzed right on past John and stepped onto one of the chairs in the kitchen and stretched his long arms out to disable the alarm himself. He stepped down gracefully and scratched at his head. John still had his hand out; he probably looked like an idiot.
"There's really nothing wrong with being completely nude, John," Sherlock said a few moments later.
"Yeah sure, I'm going to go back to bed." John reluctantly pulled his hand back and gave an awkward little wave with it and then practically bounded up the stairs.
Laughing, Sherlock retreated back to his bedroom too.
What? Can't we have naked!Sherlock fun?
I certainly think we can.
And does it really need to be well-written?
I certainly don't think so.
:D
