DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

I know it's meant to be only five times but there's two kisses in this chapter, sorry :*

Sherlock got back around ten minutes later, obviously he had gone somewhere else. He should have been back before John. John was in his room, sitting on his bed, thinking about his... realization. He just had to act like he did before. Or had Sherlock already noticed? No, he couldn't of. Did Sherlock like him to? I mean, he had been kissing him back as well. Maybe it was an experiment. John's heart plummeted when he thought that could be the case. He didn't want it to be an experiment, but that was the most likely conclusion. John decided to let the experiment run it's course. He didn't want to bring up the incidents, it would be too awkward.

Sherlock had gone to the Chinese Takeaway, and gotten a selection of things.

'John, I've got tea!'

John inwardly groaned, not really wanting to face him, but it would look suspicious if he didn't go down. He went down into the kitchen. He found Sherlock plating up (with his top three buttons still undone, oops), obviously piling food onto John's. Wait a second. That was the only plate.

'Sherlock! You need to eat!'

'I'm not that hungry'

'I don't care, you are eating right now'

'John. You can't make me'

John got a plate out of the cupboard, carefully, making sure the toes didn't fall out as well. He piled some food on the plate, then turned to find Sherlock had gone to sit on the sofa. John placed the plate on Sherlock's knees.

'No John I don't want any'

'Sherlock you need to eat' John protested.

Sherlock stood up and tried to give John back the plate. They stood there arguing to a minute trying to give the other a plate full of food. Food was spilling every where.

'Sherlock, you don't look after yourself! When's the last time you had a proper meal!'

'I'm not hungry, and I'm not a child'

'Is that right?!'

'Yeah it is!'

At that moment, they both dropped the plate, but neither looked down to look at the mess they had made. They kept steady eye contact, for what could have been hours.

'Will you just-'

He was broken off finished that sentence, as Sherlocks lips descended on to his. John kissed back for a while, but he was to over come with emotions, he pulled away. Still holding on to each other, they pulled back, but still kept close.

'Sherlock' John whispered, his voice breaking a little at the end.

'Shhh' Sherlock tried to quieten him.

He moved downwards and started to nibble on John's neck, and John failed at stopping a moan. He wanted Sherlock so bad, but he couldn't let himself go, knowing it was probably just an experiment.

'John' Sherlock mumbled in between kisses.

John almost melted right there and then. He worked his way up to just the side of John's mouth. They were just about kiss fully again, but then it happened.

It was all Sherlock's fault.

It was his bloody experiment.

The microwave exploded.

Sherlock turned John around from the loud noise, although thankfully they weren't hit by anything from the small blast. Mrs Hudson came running up the stairs.

'Boys?! What have you done now?'

She came in whilst Sherlock was assessing the damage. John just stood there in total shock, unable to move or do anything. Mrs Hudson gasped at John.

'Oh dear, you're as pale as a ghost. Sit down honey, I'll make you some tea'

She took John to the sofa, and he sat down, watching Sherlock manically tidy up the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't as damaged as he'd thought it'd be. Broken glass scattered the kitchen, and some sort of goo covered the area around the kitchen. Mrs Hudson was fussing around, shouting at Sherlock, and John thought it would be best if he just went to be. All the energy he had seemed to have slipped out of him. He stood up and stumbled up stairs and into his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a fitful sleep.

...

The morning came to soon for John. He woke up tired, but couldn't get back to sleep. He decided that he needed to talk to Sherlock about... this, as soon as possible, to try and save as much as possible of their already ruined friendship.

He went downstairs, finding the kitchen clean and tidy, with a brand new microwave. On the table lay a little note.

'Sorry about last night, text me when you wake up, I'm at Bart's, come meet me - SH'

John couldn't help the little smile that escaped onto his lips.

The microwave must have been a way of saying sorry. And it was the best sorry you're gonna get off Sherlock Holmes.

He took his time, getting ready, and having breakfast, then caught a cab to Bart's. He was walking to Sherlock's usual lab, when he bumped into Molly. Quite literally.

'Oh, Molly, I didn't see you there'

'Oh it's ok, thank god you're here'

John raised an eyebrow.

'What do you mean?'

'Oh, Sherlock's been in a bad mood. Keeps looking at his phone and at the door. I think he's waiting for you to come so he has someone to show off to' Molly said with a wink.

They said a brief bye, and John went into the lab. He found Sherlock hunched over a microscope, but looking at his phone.

'Hey' John said, sounding as carefree as possible.

'Oh!' Sherlock looked surprised. 'You didn't text me?'

'Oh, sorry, I forgot after I had a shower'

A small silence followed before John began to speak again.

'Thank you... for the new microwave'

'It's ok'

Sherlock gave a small quirk of the lips before getting back to work.

...

The morning had gone pretty quickly, John helping Sherlock and Sherlock doing experiments. Molly often came into the room, sorting out files, or getting chemicals. John busied himself with reading articles about medical subjects on the internet, fetching things for Sherlock, or editing blog entries.

'John, can you get me my phone?' Sherlock, asked in a distracted tone of voice.

'Yeah, where is it?'

'My jacket'

John rolled his eyes, and got off his chair in a huff. He hated it when Sherlock was too lazy (he said he was too busy but John just knew he was manipulative) to get it himself.

He walked around the desk and reached into his jacket, to find the phone was not there. He raised his eyebrow at Sherlock, who had turned to face him. Sherlock stood up off his chair and raised an eyebrow too.

'Not that pocket, the back pocket in my trousers' He said in a seriously low and husky voice which went straight to John's groin.

Not one to step down from a challenge, John let a small smile grace his lips.

'Which side?'

'Left side' In that same husky voice.

John reached round into his pocket, bring their bodies close, and searched in the pocket, finding nothing there, he looked at Sherlock.

'I meant my left side'

And he reached down, and captured John's lips in a heated kiss. Over the other kisses, they had found the perfect rhythm, making the transitions in the kiss smooth and fluid. Sherlock had his hands in John's hair, guiding him, angling his head to make the kiss as deep as possible.

They both heard the footsteps, coming down the hallways, and Sherlock could tell it was Molly's; carrying two cups of coffee. They had time before she entered the room, so this time, they pulled away slowly, holding on to each other for as long as possible. John was getting very annoyed with these interruptions. Every time they had been interrupted with the kisses.

Molly entered the room holding the expected cups of coffee, obviously surprised at how close they were to each other.

Sherlock whispered a thank you then sat back on the stool, seemingly been engulfed by his work straight away.

Molly handed John and Sherlock a cup each.

As it happens, it was a cup of tea.