Sherlock stomped up the stairs and into his flat. He chucked the black case he was holding on the floor and flopped onto the couch. He let out a long, annoyed sigh and made whinging noises.
"Do keep quiet, Sherlock, I'm reading," came the lovely voice of Mrs Hudson. Not quite the reaction Sherlock was looking for. He made some more little whingey noises and some desperately sad noises until he heard a laptop close in the other room. He heard a door open and quickly turned his back to the room so his face was buried in the cushions of the couch. He heard footsteps. Loud and clumsy, John wasn't happy being interrupted.
Sherlock felt a warm hand lie on his calf and begin making its way up his back, slowly and soothingly. John ran his hand through Sherlock's hair, loving the feeling. He lay on his back next to Sherlock, his hand still massaging his head. Sherlock made some more whimpering noises, quieter and submissive. John turned on his side and wrapped his arm around Sherlock's body, intertwining his with Sherlock's arm. Sherlock turned his head to look at the ceiling and John gave a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Mycroft?" John asked, running a finger along Sherlock's chin.
"Good Lord, John. People! So many stupid people!" He jumped up and over John and started pacing the room with his hands behind his head. John sat up and took off his jumper so he was in a blue button-up shirt. He walked up behind Sherlock and put his arms around his waist, kissing his neck. Sherlock breathe deeply, loving the feeling of John's lips.
"You can just forget about it?" John pulled back and placed his nose in-between Sherlock's shoulder blades.
"Only if I have something to focus on, instead," Sherlock said with a slight grin. John stepped back and walked off the room, leading Sherlock by the hand behind him.
