The next day as John was walking through the flat to the bathroom-his vision blurred with sleep and his dressing gown hanging open slightly - Sherlock was perched on his armchair again, his fingers against his lips until he caught sight of John. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from the Army Doctor's body, a strange feeling bubbling up inside of him.
John only noticed Sherlock when he heard the cough, jumping and waking himself up fully. He grabbed his dressing gown and pulled it around himself tightly, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
"Sherlock...um...what are you doing up?"
"Thinking."
Sherlock replied to his flatmate, trying to look like there wasn't a stirring in his trousers due to what he had just seen.
John gave a slight nod and hurried off to the bathroom, of course he'd noticed how Sherlock was acting but...how could it be? He always thought his friend wasn't in to men or women.
A couple of hours later, once John and Sherlock had both composed themselves from the small incident earlier on. John went to face his friend, sitting him down in his armchair before moving over to his own.
"Sherlock, I think we should talk."
"Yes, you're right. We should."
John looked a little taken aback, not expecting the man to agree so easily. He at least thought he'd put up some sort of fight.
"R-Right, okay. Well...It's to do with us and the reason I am divorc..."
John trailed off as he watched Sherlock rise from his chair, slowly making his way over to John.
He placed his large hands on either side of the arm chair, leaning down a little so he was closer to John.
"It's okay, you don't need to explain anything."
He murmured as he watched John swallow hard, looking somewhat aroused and nervous.
Sherlock leaned forward even more, his knee nestled between John's legs now so he had a better lips were centimeters apart, John could just lean forwards and kiss the man...
Then everything went black.
Sorry for the extremely late chapter, I've had a lot going on. I hope you enjoy!- D-D x