John awoke to the sound of muffeled talking down stairs, when he ventured into the living room he found Sherlock sprawled out on his chair one hand on crotch the other on his forehead. He would feel bad if he woke him as this is properly the first time he has slept in weeks so john just let him be and entered the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. John sat down in his normal spot opposite the sleeping Sherlock and drank his tea in peace. Until Sherlock spoke suddenly though his slubber.
Sherlock: far to long...no no oo...frmge
John jumped a bit as Sherlock spoke but then realised he was just talking in his sleep. Nonsense rambling.
Sherlock: hmm... oh oh OH!
John giggled it was unlike Sherlock to sleep never mind sleep talk.
Sherlock: yes...yes...hmm... hummgu ggmm
john smiled and picked up the paper feeling slightly guilty for listening in to Sherlock's dream.
Sherlock: ohh...john...
John looked up in surprise, dis-guarded the newspaper and suddenly became very worried about what Sherlock was dreaming about exactly.
Sherlock: mmm...yes...ah...
Sherlock tightened his grip on his crotch as his dream continued. Whatever he was dreaming of john was defiantly involved. This caused john to become extremely anxious as to WHAT exactly was going on his flat mate's head that involved him.
Sherlock: please... johhn ...
John was growing very uncomfortable very quickly. Suddenly Sherlock yelled out in his sleep waking himself up. John quickly drew he gaze from Sherlock and grabbed the news paper trying to act normal and like it wasn't obvious that his flat mate had just had a sex dream about him.
As Sherlock stirred he realised immediately where his hands were and remembered what he had just been dreaming about. With a cough he leaped up. Walked briskly away from john into the centre of the room. Sherlock looked down at himself only to discover he was sporting a huge morning erection. Sherlock at this point didn't know he has been talking in his sleep but he was still embarrassed to wake up form a sex dream about john only to be greeted by him sitting just across from him.
John: morrnin'
Sherlock: yes
John: tea?
Sherlock: no
John: did you sleep well?
John tried to act like all was fine so not to embarrass Sherlock.
Sherlock: hmm...I-I didn't sleep talk did I?
John: erm just a bit but it was just sort of... gibberish
Lie.
Sherlock: I see.
Sherlock thought to him self even if john was telling the truth (which he wasnt sherlock had deduced), and he had not made it painfully obvious though his sleep talking that he was dreaming of john then there was no missing his impressive morning boner. either way sherlock knew john was completely aware of the orientation of his dream
