The day was ordinary, well as ordinary a day can get for John Watson. He woke up, had a sleepy shower, which woke him up a bit. A cup of tea and a slice of toast. He wants to eat it quickly and get out of the way. He doesn't want to bump into Sherlock this morning. Unluckily for him, it happens anyway.
Sherlock crawls out of his bedroom, in only a sheet. John looks up and rolls his eyes, why does he have to do this every morning. Sherlock will proceed to the washing machine, he will drop the sheet and stand there stark naked, without a care in the world. Sherlock turns and sends John a smirk. He knows that John is attracted to him. It's pay back.
Sherlock deliberately walks up to John, and sits right next to him. John blushes and chokes a little, the toast getting stuck in his throat. John stands up, his face going purple, choking. Sherlock's behind him in an instant, his hands are wrapped around John's waist, starting the Heimlich manoeuver. Sherlock presses into John's upper abdomen with a quick upward thrust. The door to the flat opens and a startled gasp emits from the door. The piece of toast flies out of John's throat. The pair turn around to see Greg Lestrade standing there, both eyebrows raised.
John puts up his hands. 'Greg, it isn't what it looked like. I was choking and Sherlock helped me out.'
Greg spluttered with laughter. 'Oh yeah he helped you out alright.'
John's face went bright red. 'Not like that.' he mumbles, staring at the floor.
Sherlock grabs a pillow and covers himself up, blushing.
Greg meets Sherlock's eye. 'So why are you naked? Because from where I'm standing it looked very…suspicious.'
Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'I'm naked because this is my flat and I can do what I want. Now will you get out and leave us alone.' Sherlock points to the door and gives Greg an ice cold glare.
Lestrade backs out of the door, laughing.
Sherlock drops the pillow and closes the flat door and turns to John.
'Are you alright?' his voice is filled with concern.
John gulps and finds he's looking at Sherlock's length, subconsciously John licks his lips.
Sherlock walks forward, pushing John onto the couch, running into his room he grabs a pair of black silk boxers and pulls them on. Walking back into the living room. He sits down beside John.
'John, are you alright?' he asks again, shaking John's shoulders.
John looks Sherlock in the eye, his hands go to Sherlock's face, he gives the detective a nod.
'Yes, Sherlock, now shut up and kiss me.'
Sherlock lets out a groan, pressing his lips to John's hard.