"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked the moment John stepped in the living room.
John sighed. After three weeks of showing interest in every move Sherlock made and everything he did or said, it seemed like what he was doing was normal now. The perfect moment for, as John decided, the second step in his plan. So here he was in trousers one size too small and a tight black shirt which showed how muscular he was. With pain in his heart he'd banished al his jumpers to the back of his closet in order to make enough room for his new wardrobe.
"Nowhere, thought about having a nice night in." he answered. It was the truth after all. If he could decide, Sherlock and he would spent all their nights together at home. Except when they were out for a case.
As long as they were together.
"Then why are you wearing that outfit which clearly says that you want to get laid? Don't tell me you're comfortable in it." Sherlock raised a quizzical eyebrow at the doctor, tilting his head to the side.
John smiled. Comfortable was the last thing he was, he didn't even dare to sit down, in case his jeans would tear. "I'm just sick of everybody making jokes about what I wear." John said as he leant against his chair by the fireplace. "I thought I could show them what was under all the jumper."
"In that case you've succeeded." Sherlock said without a pause, a sly smile on his face.
John blushed he knew he couldn't get a better compliment out of Sherlock, but he couldn't help teasing him about it. "Are you saying I look amazing? Wonderful? Maybe even gorgeous?"
"I didn't say any of that." Sherlock replied, lifting a finger. "But as you're so obviously begging for a compliment, I'd say you do indeed look good. I'm sure that people who care about looks will not pass you without looking back and wondering why they didn't notice you before."
"People who are not you of course." John said, his own smile coming to his face. He think he might have caught something here.
Rolling his eyes, the detective looked at John with that pointed glare that screamed 'this is obvious, even you could get it.' He spoke; "Obviously John, I've known you for quite some time and because of all sorts of events, I've seen you without your jumpers, or even wearing less."
John had to try really hard not cough 'experiments' when Sherlock mentioned the different events. He was still wondering what experiment had caused Sherlock to want to observe him in the shower, but since he'd shove Sherlock out of the bathroom so quickly, he never had the chance, nor did he dared to ask, afraid what the answer might be.
"So why would I be startled when I see you all dressed up. No matter how fine you may look, it isn't really like something I haven't seen before." Sherlock continued.
John thought for a moment, then shook his head. "All I'm going to remember out of your beautiful speech is that you think I look fine."
He shrugged, raising his hands. "If it pleases you, do so. Although I can't see why it would be so important for you what I think of how you look. I'm sure that your girlfriends will compliment whenever you want them to."
If only Sherlock knew how important it was if he would say that John looked amazing. That would be the day; but as that wasn't going to be happening any time soon, he couldn't really tell Sherlock why either. So he settled for; "That is why when you say it is all the more important. It's sincere."
"I figures that makes sense."
John turned around to go make some tea. The second step had failed miserly. Maybe he should've known that that Sherlock didn't care about looks, but he did seem to find it important when he got dressed.
John fondly smiled at the memory of Sherlock in that purple dress shirt, his tight jeans, and that long coat which suited him so well.
He sighed again. Not only had he misjudged Sherlock, but because of his petty lie, he'd have to go out in these clothes for at least another week before he could claim that the effect wasn't what he had hoped for and could go back to his comfortable clothes.
Well there was one positive side to gain from this entire thing: the face he imagined Donovan would make when they arrived at the crime scene would be hilarious. Maybe he could even make Anderson jealous. After all, he had gotten quite the muscle tone in the army and thanks to Sherlock and his wild chase of criminals throughout London, they hadn't faded a bit.
"John stop being vain about your torso and bring me my tea."John smiled.
After all even if step hadn't worked out the way he wanted it, it meant he could start earlier on step three. And step three was something he knew Sherlock liked.
He grinned when he gave Sherlock his tea. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.