Sorry it took so long to upload this, and that it's a little shorter than usual! I broke my laptop - sounds weak, I know, but it's true! It's fixed now and I'm back writing! :) Heads up, I'm going traveling overseas for a bit, going to Asia for a while, so I may or may not be able to update every week, but I will try my best! Reviews encourage me to write, so please, leave me reviews! And thank you to those who have been there since the beginning and read my story with every update! 3
Sherlock and John eventually climbed out of bed. Sherlock's dorm was silent, everyone still fast asleep from the night before. John started to get dressed and Sherlock got out a towel for his shower. John was soon packed and ready to leave. He walked over to Sherlock who was clothed only by a sheet draped over his body. John looked him and and down, and sighed. "It's time for me to go."
John suddenly flushed with panic. How do I say goodbye to Sherlock? Do I kiss him? Is that too clingy for him? I'm too close to him to wave goodbye. Shake hands? Shake hands, John? Really? You can do better than that.John's face contorted with anxiety and a loss of what to do next. Sherlock looked down at John's face, reading the emotions like an open book.
"Please spare us both the awkwardness, John," Sherlock whispered in a low tone. His words had been direct, but not cruel or patronizing. "We are still the same people we were before we added... physicality."
John felt his shoulders lose their tension. He looked up at Sherlock, finding reassurance in his eyes.
"I guess I've spent so long denying these feelings that I find them hard to accept. Not just my feelings but yours too. I never expected you to reciprocate. We went from friends to... lovers(?) in one night, which is fine, more than fine actually. I just don't know how to proce-" Sherlock cut him off with a kiss. John felt Sherlock's sheet fall a little bit, and he placed his hands on Sherlock's bare chest, then slowly moved them around to his back so he would pull Sherlock closer. Sherlock ran his hands through John's short, sandy hair wanting to permanently create a memory of this feeling. The feeling of John close to him. The feeling of John's hair in his fingers. And the feeling that was building inside Sherlock.
They eventually broke apart, and John gave Sherlock a scolding look. "You need to stop cutting me off with kisses, as nice as they are." Sherlock looked through squinted, daring eyes. A hint of a smile was on his lips but he wasn't going to let it through. "No." John chuckled and shook his head as he pulled away from Sherlock.
As John was leaving Sherlock's room, Sherlock asked him to make sure the coast was clear so that he could dart down the hall in his sheet to take a shower. John walked slowly down the hall and passed by Sherlock's roommate's rooms. Loud snores were emitted by all. John nodded and whispered, "All clear." Sherlock picked up his sheet, making sure it covered everything in case someone happened to pop out of their room, and walked into the bathroom. John heard the water running as he left. As he reached the common room door, John had a change of heart. He dropped his stuff by the door and walked back to the bathroom. His veins felt as though the contained ice as he turned the doorknob. He didn't even allow himself to fear the possibility of being with Sherlock this time. He pushed the door open and closed it softly behind him, making sure to lock it. He dropped his trousers and pants and stripped off his jumper in swift, fluid motions. He walked up to the shower door and took a deep breath. He slowly slid the door open and Sherlock turned to see the source of the noise. He was surprised at first but smiled, inviting John in with him.
As John climbed in, Sherlock snickered, " I didn't expect yo-" It was John's turn to cut Sherlock off with a kiss. John forced Sherlock's head down to meet his, their mouths moving in sync. Sherlock pulled John closer, analyzing the feeling of a wet, naked John against him. He decided he liked that feeling. A lot. A warm tingling was starting to stir in his abdomen, threatening to move lower south. John's mouth moved to the sensitive skin of Sherlock's neck, biting softly as he kissed. Sherlock gasped at a slightly painful bite which only fueled John's intent. Their hips began to move together, creating friction as they fought for power. John moaned into Sherlock's neck as their wet bodies collided. The moan unraveled Sherlock, and feeling the overwhelming need for intimacy, he did everything he could to be touching John. His arms wrapped around John's back as Sherlock pulled him closer. Just when he thought they couldn't get any closer, John pulled Sherlock even nearer. The only thing separating them was a thin layer of water that managed to trickle in between.
An urgent rap on the door made them stop short. "Sherlock, I gotta take a leak! Let me in!" Sherlock looked down at John, who seemed to be frozen. Angry that their moment had been ruined, Sherlock snarled, "Go in the kitchen sink, I'm having a shower."
"I'm not going in the sink! Do you know how unsanitary that is? Please, just let me in!"
John felt as though his heart was jumping rope by the way it was pounding in his chest. He looked up at Sherlock, "What are we going to do?" Sherlock thought for a quick second and hopped out of the shower. He tossed John's clothes under his sheet to hide them and silently unlocked the door. He ran back into the shower and positioned John against the wall where he would be less visible. The shower stall was by no means clear, but it would be easy enough to spot two bodies instead of one through the opaque door. Counting on his roommate's urgency to urinate and possibly a hangover from the previous night's activities, Sherlock hoped he wouldn't be observant enough to notice the presence of an extra person.
"Fine! Come in. Make it quick."
"But it's locke-" Sherlock's roommate swung the door open with a startled gasp. "Thanks, Sherlock! I appreciate it, mate!"
John and Sherlock waited as the roommate urinated, John looking fear-stricken and Sherlock looking mildly amused. As he washed his hands he said a quick, "Thanks again!" and was gone. Sherlock tiptoed out of the shower and locked the door once more. When Sherlock reentered the shower, he found John half slumped over in relief. With a chuckle, Sherlock looked down at John, "Are you okay?"
John met Sherlock's gaze and could feel anger seeping into the adrenaline flow around his body. "How can you be so calm about this?" He stared angrily at Sherlock, who was still laughing, until he too broke down into hushed chuckles. "God! That was close!" Sherlock finished his shower while John contemplated why he enjoyed the roommate's intrusion so much. He finally decided that the pure adrenaline rush of being in the moment, so close to being caught but narrowly escaping is what made the impression on him. John doubted he would be an adrenaline junkie anytime soon, but being close to Sherlock convinced John that more, many more, episodes similar to this morning were yet to come.