Chapter Warnings: Non-graphic (but a bit more graphic than Chapter One. Just a bit) nudity and a bit of kissing
Chapter Two
"John!"
I heard a faint call from the bathroom as I tried for the fourth time in twenty minutes to read the first sentence of the same article.
"Yes?" I said, moving to the door of the bathroom.
"I'm sufficiently clean now."
"Well... that's good?" I replied, uncertain how to respond.
"Quite. However I don't have a towel."
I blushed again.
And here I was thinking that I'd had my fill for awkwardness-caused-by-nudity for the day. A whole lifetime, in fact. Obviously I was wrong.
"Alright," I sighed, resignedly. "I'll get one."
I grabbed the warmest towel I could find, in the airing cupboard above the boiler, and brought it to the bathroom, giving one wary knock before I entered. And saw Sherlock. Naked. In the middle of the bathroom. Naked. Devoid of mud. Oh, and did I mention? He was also naked.
"I – uh – sorry – I, um..." I said, trying in vain to tear my gaze away from Sherlock's chest, stomach co...oh!
"Are you alright, John?" Sherlock looked genuinely concerned – I found out when I finally managed to pull my eyes away from the junction between my flatmate's thighs.
"Fine!" I said, looking away and holding out the towel. I felt it slip from my grasp and heard the susurrus sound of it being wrapped around a damp body.
"Look at me," Sherlock purred – purred? He was closer now, inches away, examining me. "Pink cheeks, dilated pupils, biting lip, hunched shoulders – anxious, hiding something, but wha- Oh..." Sherlock's eyes fell on the stretched material at the front of my trousers. "Arousal." Sherlock concluded matter-of-factly. "Did I... interrupt something, John? You should have just said that you were watching porn. I would have waited."
"What? No!" I cried, horrified. "I wasn't... I mean, I haven't been... Sherlock!" I felt my face grow impossible redder and I attempted to turn away but Sherlock grabbed my wrist, no doubt measuring my pulse, and yanked me back around.
"You weren't?" he asked. "Then, why...?" He trailed off.
"That... is a bloody good question." I answered and before I could stop myself I used my free hand to grasp his wet curls and pulled his lips against mine.
For a split second everything went beautifully, blissfully black. Then I realised what I was doing and drew back with a gasp. "S-sorry." I mumbled, averting my gaze from the deep, searching eyes above me. He stared at me like that for what must have been a good three minutes without moving. He didn't move, and I couldn't, trapped under his shimmering gaze.
"Me?" he finally asked, looking – for the first time in his life, probably, certainly since I had met him – as if he was scared that he had come to the wrong conclusion. He looked so vulnerable in that moment that I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.
Instead, I nodded. "You."
And then his lips were on mine once more.
