"I cannot believe you want me to do this." John whispered.
He was glancing around, his eyes taking in all of the onlookers; Lestrade; Molly; Anderson; Sally.
Sherlock slipped his arms around John, under his arms, and pulled him close to him. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck.
"Just play along." he whispered.
John frowned. Being this close to Sherlock... wasn't he playing along already?
"I am play-" he started.
His sentence was cut off as the consulting detective leaned in towards John, and kissed him softly on the lips.
The pleasure that accompanied the kiss shocked John, and he responded enthusiastically.
He tilted his head slightly and, gripping Sherlock tightly, opened his mouth. He could not believe what he was doing. But Sherlock seemed quite apt at kissing, and he gratefully accepted John's tongue, slipping his own into John's mouth.
John's mind was whirring. Sheer pleasure and unexpected happiness mixed with slight confusion.
Sherlock seemed to be enjoying himself, and he slid one of his arms up, and used his hand to press John's head harder against him. His other hand slid down slightly and fondled John's arse lightly.
John gave an involuntary gasp, and a small groan came from Sherlock.
John knew this would embarrass both of them, so he pulled his lips away from Sherlock's, but he remained pressed against him.
Their four colleagues were gaping at the pair of them, staring at the pleasure clearly reflected on John's face, and the joy which made Sherlock's eyes shine.
John grinned and pressed himself hard against Sherlock, leaning into him, and resting his head on his chest.
"Wasn't that hard, was it?" Sherlock whispered into John's ear.
"Sherlock..." John said aloud
"Yes?"
"Kiss me again."
Molly gave a cry of fury and ran out of the room. Anderson and Sally were stood side by side, gobsmacked. Lestrade just looked confused.
Sherlock chuckled, and John looked up at him.
"Gladly." he whispered.
He leant in again, and kissed him once more.