Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes in anyway. I should have said it in Chap 1 too but I forgot.
Chapter 2
"Oh God!" John whispered to himself. He had never been inside Sherlock's room before. The opportunity made John feel special, like he was closer to Sherlock than anyone. He flushed and smiled to himself at this though. "So this is your room?"
"Obvious." Sherlock, once again said subconsciously, out of habit.
"You say that word a lot!" John said "I'm not sure it means what you think it means." John smiled to himself proud of his Princess Bride reference.
"I do, don't I?" Sherlock said sort of apologetically. Sherlock plopped down on his bed and patted the bed as if to tell John to sit down next to him. He does. This made Johns ears flush so he turns his head the other way to hide it. Sherlock scoots closer to John so that their hips are pressed against each other. The feeling makes a shutter go up John's spine.
"Why are you looking away?" Sherlock asked, taking Johns face in his hand and turning it towards his face. John's breath stops. His face but an inch away from Sherlock's. Feeling his sweet breath on his face, seeing his unbelievably beautiful eyes locked on his, his perfect jaw.
" I didn't want you to see my face." John stutters out after much effort of trying to talk.
"Why not?"
"You know what Sherlock, I'm not gonna tell you!" John pulls his face back.
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!" John half winced as Sherlock moves his face closer to his. John felt his breath again, heard every single one he made. John started to close his eyes and moved in himself. Their lips were just barely touching when they heard something drop behind them startling them both.
"What was that" Sherlock asked, surprisingly calm.
"I don't know but I don't like it." John said a little more irritated than he intended. Sherlock linked his fingers into johns and they sat there for a while. John's heart stopped. Was he really hold his hand. Did Sherlock maybe feel the same way he felt about him?
"Ok, I need to know what feel down" Sherlock tried to reach behind him to get it and fell off the bed pulling John with him. John landed on Sherlock's lap. They look at each other and suddenly they both burst out laughing. They couldn't stop no matter how hard they tried.