"Sherlock."
"Hmmmm"
"Wake up. Now!"
"Why? What is the point John? You're always telling me to sleep and eat but now you want me to get up."
"We have a case, thats why. Or did you forget?"
"Oh that. It was the brother. Solved it last night while you were out."
"Did you text Lestrade and tell him? Or are you just gonna let him figure it out on his own?"
Sherlock didn't reply, which annoyed John thoroughly. He left Sherlock's room in an angry stomp and went to the kitchen to make tea. Thats when Sherlock came out in nothing but his sheet. Again.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes John?"
"You had pants on 5 seconds ago. What happened to those?
John's face was beet red but, he had turned away to avoid Sherlock's deductive eyes. Sherlock still caught a glimpse and was smiling mischievously.
"They got boring. So I took them off. Is that a problem John?"
Sherlock had crossed the room and was now standing directly behind John, so close the army doctor could feel Sherlock's breath on his neck. It sent shivers down his back and somewhere else.
"N-n-no it's fine"
"Really John. You don't sound fine. Perhaps I shoul-"
Sherlock never finished what he was saying, and John didn't care. He was to busy kissing Sherlock. Feeling him, tasting him,loving him. He had denied his feelings for so long and now it was all coming out. And then Sherlock's phone rang. They broke apart and Sherlock answered it.
"What"
John proceeded to place kisses along the bare skin that wasn't covered by Sherlocks sheet. This caused Sherlock to let out the tiniest moan. Now it was John's turn to be mischievous as he began sucking on Sherlock's neck, earning him a moan that was more scream than moan. Sherlock hung up the phone to discipline the man that was driving him crazy with desire.
"John, I was on the phone"
"I know"
"With my brother"
"Good for your brother."
"We have a case."
"Now?Can it wait?"
"No. It's Mycroft. The cars already here."
"Are you going to wear clothes?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Clothes are required, brother mine. I will not have a repeat of what happened last time I called upon you."
The consulting duo jumped Holmes was sitting in his brothers chair, smirking.
"Oh please. You two are so obvious it hurts. Lets go."
"He must have called from downstairs and came in while we were...busy." Sherlock did not enjoy being interrupted. He adopted Johns demeanor from earlier and put his pants on, much to Johns disappointment.