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Alright, by by tension, hello snogging ;)

Breathing you in

The first 5 minutes stretched in awkward silence. John's heart was beating way too fast, he knew it couldn't be healthy. Eventually Sherlock rose himself gracefully as always and inspected the buttons on the left side of the elevator. He pressed the one for emergencies and they waited a couple of seconds for something to happen, the voice of Lestrade through the communicator for example, but it stayed completely silent. The detective pressed again, cursing to himself while tapping impatiently with his right foot on the cold floor. The doctor frowned a bit. The fact that his friend wasn't the most patient person was nothing new to him but this was a bit extreme, even for him.

After 4 more attempts the younger man gave up and started pacing, at least he tried but all he managed were two steps in each direction, which didn't seem to satisfy him in the slightest. He stopped. He sat himself in the opposite corner. He stood up again. He pressed the button. He punched the button. He cursed the button. Then he started pacing again. This routine went about 7 times until John had enough.

"Sherlock, stop it and sit down, you're driving me nuts"

He ignored him.

"Sherlock"

"…"

"Sherlock"

"FINE", the other one barked and threw himself on the ground, as far away from his companion as possible. The sight hurt John, but he didn't comment on it. Then there was silence again.

The doctor shifted uncomfortably and supressed the urge to reach over and do something stupid like pinning his flatmate on the ground and kiss him senseless. Or ruffle his hair. Or caress his cheekbones. John shut his eyes. He was going mad, completely insane. He wasn't gay, damn it! He was sure of this! Or was he? There it was again, this incredibly strong want, the desire to touch pale, perfect skin…STOP!

Quickly he snapped his eyes open again, just to realise that he was stared at. Sherlock sat unmoving like a statue and looked at him, frozen in spot and with an unreadable expression on his face. The doctor let out a breath and swallowed hard.

"Sherlock, I…", he trailed off, not sure what he was about to say. The detective tensed at his voice, pressing himself further into the wall behind him. And John knew they had to fix it. For a moment he experienced something like a soppy flashback with all the moments he held most dear. The day he met the world's only Consulting Detective in a lab in St. Bart's. The first time they both giggled on a crime scene. The one time Sherlock had dumped a case because John had been sick and needed someone to care for him. Sherlock, who looked at him with laughing eyes. Sherlock, claiming him as his only friend. Sherlock, placing a hand on his back. Sherlock, complementing him for his cooking skills. Sherlock, playing on his violin after he had another nightmare. Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock…John wouldn't bear to lose this. To lose him. The man who had healed his limp and so much more.

The Ex-soldier bit his lip. What were they doing? Ignoring each other or fighting until they became tired of it won't solve their problem, whatever that was. The blonde nodded to himself and shifted over to the one man who represented all he'd ever wanted and all he'd ever need. And nothing else mattered. The brunet seemed too shocked about John's sudden closeness to move and resembled a deer caught in the headlights. If the circumstances would have been different, John would have smiled at his friend's rather uncharacteristic expression.

"Sherlock" His tone was soft and warm, he dared to say even lovingly. Hesitantly he laid his hand on the well-built upper arm and squeezed gently, causing the other to flinch slightly and then lean into the touch. Slowly the detective turned his head to look directly into a pair of dark blue oceans which sparkled with an emotion he'd never seen before, at least not directed to him. A strange feeling of warmth flooded through the detective's whole body, starting in his toes and making him shiver slightly in a pleasant way. He didn't know what to do, his mind palace had vanished completely, in exception of one door. THE door. But to his surprise the frantic hammering had stopped. There was just a gentle knocking. And for the first time Sherlock took in the colour of the wood. It was painted deep blue.

The pale scientist took a shuddering breath and smelled the scent of the man beside him. There was tea, a hint of peppermint, rain and just John. John. John. John. The doctor was in the progress of saying something but Sherlock had decided. With one fluent move he grabbed the ridiculous red jumper which had driven him crazy the whole day and practically threw himself onto the doctor, pinning him to the floor. John was completely shell-shocked about this turn of events and tried desperately to not let his façade slip. He failed miserably.

"Ahmmm…Sher-", he never managed to finish his sentence but frankly in afterthought he really couldn't bring himself to care. Sherlock pressed his lips this hard against the doctor's, the blond was sure there would be bruises. For a moment both men didn't move, just stared at each other with wide eyes, lips still locked. Then something snapped and the world finally fell into its place. Two pair of eyes closed at the same time and there was nothing left but pure bliss. They fit perfect together, like two missing pieces of one puzzle and finally they both felt they belong.

Eventually Sherlock draw back a bit, but stayed close enough so their noses were still touching. The world's only Consulting Detective, smartest human being and biggest asshole at the same time had absolutely no idea what to say. But the door was open. And it wasn't as horrible as he had thought it would be. If he was honest to himself, he'd never felt this free before. This…happy, as a lack of a better term, because really, happy was an absolute understatement. Meanwhile, John had managed to catch his breath and stared at the dark hared man over him in wonder, shock, bewilderment but also complete contentment.

"Sherlock", he said again, like all the other times today, receiving a low hum from the man in question shortly before said man's lips crushed against his for another, slow but passionate kiss which left the doctor once again breathless.

"I-I think we should talk before we contin-SHERLOCK!", he screeched as the other one started to nibble on his ear in a most distracting and definitely arousing way.

"You know, I'm perfectly aware of my first name, you don't have to repeat it", the detective murmured with his dark, baritone voice and started to place little butterfly kisses on Johns throat.

"No, I-I mean yes I know but-oh lord-we really should talk"

"About what exactly?"

"T-this", John stuttered helplessly as his friend practically attacked his neck with his teeth and tongue and oh shit.

"I don't see any need to talk right now and if I'm right, which is usually the case, you agree with me in this point"

Sherlock ran his hands over the blonde's upper body and looked at him with which must have been the dirtiest smile in the history of earth. John, who'd started panting quite a while ago, opened and closed his mouth again.

"Oh screw it", he cursed and smashed their lips together, feeling the smile on his companions face. Occupied as they were, neither of them realised the fact that the elevator had started moving again.

Lestrade couldn't believe his eyes. No, that wasn't quite right, it was more like he just didn't WANT to believe his eyes. Mycroft, who stood close by his side, cleared loudly his throat but the two figures in the open lift didn't hear them and continued with what seemed to be breaking the record of longterm-snogging. "Well, at least the problem with this horribly sexual tension on my crime scene is solved" Greg announced with an unbelieving shake of his head. "Indeed", the other Holmes responded with the tiniest of smiles. "I believe it would be appropriate to leave my brother and his…friend…to their business, wouldn't it?" "Absolutely" the DI agreed and they both made their way back down the corridor. And nobody said something as the inspector quickly shot a photo with his mobile phone.

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