Short chapter not sure if I am going to continue :/
John woke up warm and naked that last part confused him a bit his head wasn't thrashing surprisingly and he wasn't in his room... He was in Sherlock's and John was draped over his chest. John didn't move he didn't want to, then it hit him. Oh god Sherlock was really drunk last night he is going to wake up in a fit of regret. John quickly rolled over and just as his feet touched the ground he bolted out of the room. Immediately falling on the floor with a loud noise he soon heard Sherlock stirring awake. Getting up he hurried into the shower. He turned on the water and slowly slipped into the shower he felt so bad. He really liked Sherlock like in the way he shouldn't, but he did. Sherlock was "Married to his work" so he was going to be ticked once John got out of the shower.
Maybe I should just never comeout.
Instead he agreed to never mention it to him.
Sherlock could feel his hands running over John's chest with lust in his eyes. Nipping and and kissing the blonde man's neck with a moan pouring over his lips. Sherlock finally reached John's mouth Kissing him aggressively running his tongue over his teeth making John growl. He remember last night clearly he had wanted it so bad, to be with John that is. But John was wasted last night, he was almost certain that John didn't want him in that sort of way.
Sherlock agreed to himself that he was never going to mention it to John.
Eventually the two were sitting in the living room dead silent every so often the other would glance over to see if there other was still in the room. John finally broke the silence,
"Sherlock... about last night. Do you remember what happen?"
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Sherlock, I asked you first,"
"Yes,"
"Sherlock I am so sorry, I was so gone last nig..." John was cut off by Sherlock taking three long strides grabbing his bloggers face raising to his kissing him hard and passionately.
"Well, that's not what I expected," John forcefully grabbed Sherlock's robe pulling him ungracefully on top of him with sloppy kisses. Sherlock stood up abruptly climbing awkwardly off of John.
"I think I am going to take a shower," Sherlock left the room with no emotion on his face.
Sherlock slipped off his pajamas and slid under the warm water letting it roll of his back. His mind was swirling with thoughts and feelings, feelings he has never felt before.
