John tried very hard, if it would have been posible in some way, to stop his cheeks and ears turn bright red by all his blood of coming directly to his head. His face was the face of a very serious doctor facing a very serious case with a very serious patient. Even when he knew his patient wasn't a very serious person, when it wasn't a very serious case and he wasn't a very serious doctor (he was!) John tried very hard.
But his flatmate, instead of helping to get over the situation that was clearly embarassing for the doctor, he acted like if it was the most common thing of the world.
For John it wasn't the most common thing to do. And he was a doctor. He supposed to see and do things than people who didn't go to Med School can't do. But this situation was getting his nerves.
For Sherlock, it could be even better than hearing Lestrade's failed attemps to solve a crime when he was a Detective Inspector or the New Scotland Yard. And even better than humiliate Anderson, and the list could go on.
At the words 'Lie down' Sherlock reacted like a kid who had been allowed to open his presents before Christmas morning.
He was ready to take off his night gown, but John assured him it wasn't necessary. But he was fighting against Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock Holmes always does what he wants.
He took it off with one quick movement and lay on the sofa and placed both arms under his head, ready to be examined.
Doctor Watson took a pair of gloves and put them on and then he looked at his bag for something, but Sherlock knew it was an excuse to look away.
Five seconds later, John started to do what he was asked to.
"Tell me where are the- the spots"
Sherlock Holmes was best known for his work, for his deductions and his attitudes. Only a few ones knew about his acting skills. And between those 'few ones' was John. He knew what Sherlock was capable of in order to solve a case, but this time he couldn't say for sure if his flatmate was acting of if he was seriously worried about the spots.
And with a worried face, a frown between his eyebrows and a thin line with his lips Sherlock replied.
"Here -with his index finger he pointed at his pelvis, just under his hips- and in my penis"
John in a very concealed way took a deep breath and with one hand moved the pubic hairs to take a look at the spots.
Sherlock smiled to himself, he knew what John was looking at.
"Sher-"
"In my penis John. There are more and-"
"Sher-"
"I'm really worried because-"
"Sher-"
"I was in the shower this morning-"
"Sher-"
"I have never-"
"Sherlock!"
John looked furious and his face had a very bright shade of red. And Sherlock's expression wasn't helping at all.
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