"Sherlock please." John tries pleading with the eccentric man. But to no avail. Sherlock continues to screech out notes from his violin. At 3:00 in the morning. Sure they're beautiful, but then again, so is 8 hours of sleep.
"John, I am thinking." He says, continuing his song.
"Why can't you find some other way to think?" John mumbles. The screeching stops.
"I could. But it might be a whole lot more unpleasant for you." the detective says.
"What is it?" John asks hopefully.
"It seems I work better when I'm around you, but you're currently asleep." he takes a deep breath. "I would need to sleep with you. In your bed I mean. Not the one that refers to sex." he clarifies. John raises an eyebrow.
"That is a bit strange. But if it means you will let me get some damn sleep I really do not care." John said, rolling his eyes and walking back up to his room. A few minutes later he heard Sherlock coming up the stairs as well. He said nothing as he slipped under the blanket with John, and resumed his thinking. John soon fell back asleep.
When John woke up, he felt arms looped around his waist and long legs entangled with his. Sherlock had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him, John lay there until he woke up, which probably was a fairly bad idea.
"Morning John." he mumbled when he did wake up. His breath hit John's neck and made him shiver.
"Good morning Sherlock. Did you figure out whatever you were thinking about last night?" John asked, trying to pretend this was normal, because it seemed Sherlock was not letting him go any time soon.
"Yes." Sherlock's lips rested on John's neck. "I did." John turned red and tried to turn to look at him, but Sherlock held him in place.
"Oh? And what was your answer." John asked, his voice a bit shaky.
"That I am attracted to you." Sherlock said simply, kissing John's neck again.
"Sherlock." John mumbled.
"Yes John?"
"Let me turn around." Sherlock did as he was told and John flipped around so that he was facing Sherlock. He was just about to say something along the lines of how he was flattered, but he didn't feel the same way, when Sherlock's lips landed on his. John found himself kissing back. Kissing back and enjoying kissing his decidedly male flatmate. When they broke apart John's face was red and Sherlock seemed out of breath.
"Well. It seems I am attracted to you also Sherlock." John said, then smiled. Sherlock grinned back and they kissed again.
