John didn't know what to do. He had absolutely no idea how to handle the present situation. How long exactly had Sherlock been standing there? How much had he heard?
Sherlock still hadn't moved from his position on the wall. He could see the embarrassment and what he thought was fear in johns eyes. Sherlock still didn't understand what was happening but he knew it was bothering john deeply so he decided to shut down and leave.
John watched Sherlock's eyes scan him. Deducing. Then he left, just left. Didn't say one word just walked away back to the kitchen resuming his work.
Sherlock desperately needed to think. Thinking he was good at. Although trying to understand these damned useless emotions that will not secede is another thing altogether. He could deduce a persons whole life in mere seconds, but figuring out why he had a raging, and quite annoying hard on was almost impossible for the high functioning sociopath.
Dr. Watson was stunned, confused, and slightly scared. He had no fucking clue about anything and was thoroughly embarrassed and scared. The Dr had no idea how Sherlock Holmes was going to react.
Hours passed, with Sherlock doing what Sherlock does best. Science! John fidgeted nervously until finally he just got up and went to take a shower.
When John left, Sherlock deflated and let his guards come down he could feel his face contort into confusion. With the time that had passed Sherlock had decided one thing. He would discover what it was exactly that had awakened this primal need and raw desire inside him.
It was well into the evening and Sherlock still hadn't dressed for the day. Which even he had to admit was weird. But the day had been a weird one. The muscles along his spine pulsed and twitched with self inflicted stress. Sherlock was changing and it bothered him.
John had been in bed now for about an hour so Sherlock let himself relax a little and get comfortable. He removed his robe and loosened the tie on his bottoms so they hung loosely around his hips. Sherlock didn't care if he was gay or not he cared that he couldn't ignore his arousal. He wanted so badly to find out what John Watson was made of. Sherlock Holmes went to bed irritated and sexually frustrated, he wasn't the only one.
John opened the bathroom door and a hand shot out grabbing him by the collar. Johns mind immediately pulled rank and shifted into combat mode. He easily gained control of the body connected to that arm. He pulled Sherlock out of the darkened hallway and pinned his arm behind his back. He shifted and spun him around pinning him against the wall. Sherlock had a blackened fire burning in his gaze. John had grasped reality by this point but he realized the opportunity that had presented itself. He shifted his body so that his knee was between Sherlocks. He forced his arms above his head. Sherlocks chest was hitting Johns with every quick breath he took. John put his lips next to his ear "You just made a mistake." John felt Sherlocks skin chill and the hairs raise. He loved how he caused such a reaction. John shifted Sherlocks head with his own and grazed his lips down his neck and bit down hard on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. He threw his head back and gave a throaty moan. John laughed low in his throat. "Sherlock I don't know what you thought you were doing but look what you've made me do and I don't think I can stop." he looked him right in the eye and said "I don't want you too."