DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

In the morning, both John and Sherlock woke up with the intent to forget whatever had happened during the previous night; and that's exactly what they did. A couple of days past and it was like nothing had ever happened between them. They were still the best of friends (suggestively more), even if either of them never said it. John put it down to exhaustion and hunger, and probably not thinking straight, whereas Sherlock didn't know what to but the blame on. He always thought straight. He'd never had to deal with emotions before in his life, aand he didn't really want to start now.

But then it happened for a second time.

It had been a very tense between them. Not in a bad way. They kept sharing meaningful glares and catching each other staring at them. And the touches. The touches were driving John crazy. Sherlock kept keeping his hand there for longer than necessary or swiping his hand across his face claiming he had some dirt there or something.

They had just caught the killer, thanks to Sherlock, and were taking one of Sherlock's shortcuts home.

'Cheaper and quicker than getting a cab'

Last famous words. John and Sherlock were talking about everything, and making each other laugh, that they had managed to walk aimlessly around London for the better part of an hour. Granted, time had gone scarily quickly, but still, John was tired and just wanted to get home. They were currently down a very narrow and long looking alley way.

'John, Baker Street is at the end of this alley way, we are nearly there'

'But you said that ages ago'

'John you sound like a whiny child' Sherlock said with a hint of a smile.

'Yeah well at least I don't act like a child. Going to the Buckingham Palace in just a bed sheet, I mean-'

Both were cut off with their own laughter, and John almost tripped over. Sherlock grabbed John's jacket to prevent him from falling on the ground. They were still laughing hysterically at the memory, causing them both to lean against the wall. They faced opposite each other, but they were still very close, given how narrow the alley way was.

Once their breathing had evened out, they both seemed to realize how close they actually were. Sherlock leaned forward a little, inviting John to kiss him. And he accepted the invitation. He lifted his hand and placed it on Sherlock's shoulder, and the other on his neck. He pulled him towards his side of the alley way, and Sherlock's only option was to place his hands on John's waist.

The kisses built up this time. Sherlock placed his lips on John's and gently sucked on John's plump bottom lip. The progress of the kiss was slow, it slowly got deeper and more thorough. John was the first to swipe his tongue across Sherlock's mouth. The kiss got dirtier when Sherlock started to grind against John's hips, arousing them both. John's hands moved down, undoing buttons on the way down. When he had undone five buttons, his hands started to feel around Sherlock chest. It was going really well.

Then the phone rang.

The phone rang.

They sprang apart, John rubbing his eyes and then running his fingers through his own hair, whilst Sherlock looked for his phone in his pockets, getting increasingly annoyed.

'Hello?!'

'Hi it's Lestrade'

'What is it now?!' Sherlock shouted down the phone.

'Calm down Sherlock, I've got another case'

'Well I've just solved one, god aren't your lot capable of doing anything?!'

'Oh, well, I thought you'd be jumping at the chance? Oh well I'll just-'

'No, no' Sherlock said worn out and defeated. 'Wheres the crime scene?'

Lestrade gave him the address.

'We'll be there right away' And he put down the phone.

Sherlock cleared his throat.

'Erm-er Lestrade has got another case -uhm- for us'

John looked up at Sherlock.

'Ok yeah, erm' He then gestured at Sherlocks chest and looked away quickly, blushing.

Sherlock looked down to find his shirt undone. Wow, John doesn't waste anytime.

They started walking out the alley way whilst they both sorted out their appearances. When they got out the alley way, they actually were at Bakers Street.

'You were actually right?' John asked sounding surprised.

'Oh I'm always right'

'Er no, as I re-call I remember you were wrong about the sugar'

They both shared a glance and started laughing again. They called a cab and were off again, trying to catch another killer.

I guess they just weren't going to talk about it.