Sherlock and John were lounging around in the flat on what was a slow day for solving crimes and mystery, highly unusual for the fact they lived in London and Moriarty had recently being showing signs returning. John was married now and had a baby on the way but Mary was away at her parents just for a few days before the baby came along, as for Mrs Hudson she was reconciling with the shop owner from downstairs who had a now ex wife from Doncaster. So John and Sherlock were currently in an extraordinary situation, they were completely alone.

John was blogging about all of his adventures with the great Sherlock a practice hed been become a custom too, he had stayed clear of it for over 2 years when he thought his best friend was dead he didn't feel like doing very much especially blogging. He took up the opportunity to give Sherlock a loving glance, hed never actually done that as long as hed known him, but there he was strong jawed high cheek boned man sitting back in his chair reading.

It was then John was stunned by a sudden attraction, he had always protested they were not a gay couple but now it was different Sherlock was seeming sexy and intoxicating, 'Ok enough is enough I think ill go to bed' he remarked standing up, Sherlock looked at him he was wearing yet another ill fitting shirt where the buttons were barely hanging on and a robe, Sherlock replied confused 'now? Its 6.30!' John sighed ' well im really tired and we need to get back on Moriaty case early' he then walked over to Sherlock and gave him a stroke on the shoulder as way of saying goodnight.

Sherlock sighed and started to look up from his book 'oh John why do we fight this?' John then turned back around, he knew Sherlock has caught up on what hed been thinking, he then asked sheepishly 'what do you mean?' Sherlock put down the leather bound book and stood up, he began to walk towards John in a slow and slightly seductive manner. John was a little freaked out but went with it.

Sherlock grabbed John by the waist and moved his groin into Johns, John started to respire a little with the sensation of titillation it did not believe this was really happening. Sherlock began to whisper in his ear 'I said I was married to my work, still a virgin, but then I met you and I thought you were...' John interrupted 'Shut up Sherlock' he then grabbed his face and kissed him with pure passion, Sherlock was a little stunned as he hadn't planned on them kissing yet but then he sank into it, they really embraced in utter passion with slight tongue and their hands squeezing wherever body part they could grab.

The next thing they knew their heat had flowed into the bedroom and were they just landed into a passion filled heap on the flowery sheets that Mrs Hudson had put onto the bed to create an illusion of the dingy flat looking more presentable. Sherlock's hands were caressing and holding John face really showing that John may be the only person he has loved, he knew that for sure now. Johns hands were exploring Sherlock's body like they were the 1st body they had explored.

Clothes began to get torn away the shirt that barely held on, the jumpers that made John look 70 were all stripped off until their pale naked bodies were embraced together in pure sex, 4 years of frustration just melting away.