[[This one's for you imdrowninginfootwear!]]

Also, a little bit more of John's manhood is at attention in this one. This one is also a bit longer than normal. Hope you guys don't mind. :)

I'm also sorry to say that the next chapter might be a day late, because I am going to attempt a Supernatural (Destiel) fanfic over the weekend.

Alright! I'm done! xoxo


Chapter 6

John stepped out of the shower, feeling no less better about the situation than when he got in. He took the white towel off the rack and dried off his chest and back. Then he ruffled it over his head and finally wrapped it around his waist before opening the bathroom door. John almost let the towel slip to the floor in shock as his eyes rested on Sherlock sitting casually on his bed…Holding his underwear…

"What the bleeding hell are you doing in here?" John yelled as he walked over to Sherlock.

"I'm waiting for you to finish your shower." Sherlock replied simply.

"Why are you waiting in my room?! And why in God's name are you holding my underwear?!" John blushed harder than ever before but not from anger as one might suspect.

"They're remarkably soft; I can see why you would want to wear them." Sherlock said, avoiding John's question. John's eye's widened and snatched the underpants from Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I need to get dressed!" John froze as Sherlock looked him up and down.

"I can see that John." Sherlock replied with a half grin. Sherlock was actually quite enjoying this, despite himself.

"Sherlock, will you please leave, while I get dressed."

"John, we're both grown men. I don't see what the fuss is all about." Sherlock said looking John up and down again. There was no real reason for his looking again he just felt like it. It seemed to get some sort of rise out of John...Of course John would consider it more like being driven insane with lust. He desperately needed Sherlock to stop looking at him like that, or something was going to happe-

John went rigid as he felt his erection grow under the towel. NO! No, no, no, no, no, No,NO. This cannot be happening! John's mind was racing... Really? Now, of all the times?! John was so angry at himself he didn't know what to do. Sherlock noticed instantly what was happening. Suddenly Sherlock's smile turned into another expression, one that he was not accustomed to. Sherlock watched as John tried desperately to discreetly hide his growing bulge with his hand. It wasn't working very well at all. Sherlock looked up at John's face to see horror in his friend's eyes.

"That's right Sherlock! We're men! Now can you p-please leave!" John said as his erection twitched with every word. He held his hand over his aching crotch as he spoke. John couldn't handle the pressure that was building. He had to relieve at least a little bit of it. He half turned so that he thought Sherlock couldn't see and groped himself slightly, maneuvering his cock as to relieve some of the pressure so he wouldn't burst right then and there. However, being the cunning detective he was, Sherlock instantly noticed his friend's issue. Sherlock watched as John tried to nonchalantly rub his thumb over the bulge in the towel. Sherlock took in a slow and steady breath as stood up next to John.

Caught off guard, John stumbled back almost falling over backwards. Sherlock quickly grabbed his friend's wrist before John could have the chance to fall to the ground. With one swift movement Sherlock had yanked John back into a standing position. They were inches apart. John looked up at Sherlock a moment as Sherlock stared down at John with an odd expression. John tilted his head to the side. What was that expression? He had never seen it on Sherlock before…Was it anger? Frustration? No, he knew what his friend looked like with those expressions…John sucked in a quick breath as he realized what it could be.

"T-Thanks…I- I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom." John said hastily as he grabbed his other clothes and all but ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Sherlock smirked. John was a much more entertaining subject than simple lab rats; he was also much more handsome come to think of it.

When John finally came back into his room it was empty. He decided he needed to eat something so he reluctantly went down to the kitchen, where he found Sherlock with a ripe banana in his hand. John's eyebrows raised a moment in confusion.

"Why do you have a banana?" John asked as he went to the fridge. Sherlock watched John carefully as John tried to avoid eye contact. But Sherlock nibbled at the top of the banana as John passed by him. Which brought the desired pinkish color to John's cheeks.

"Well, despite popular belief. I do need to eat and sleep. I just don't do it as much as everyone else."

"Which is unhealthy, mind you." John mumbled into the fridge as he got out a half empty carton of milk.

"Well I'm eating now. And bananas are healthy. They're rich in potassium." Sherlock grinned as he gently slid a bit more of the banana into his mouth, savoring the taste and then ever so slowly he took a bite. John literally stopped what he was doing to stare at Sherlock while he did this, and then he abruptly turned to get a glass from the cupboard.

"I know what's in bananas Sherlock." John said stiffly. Why was he viewing Sherlock like that? All he was doing was eating a banana! But you saw his face back in your room! That expression, it looked an awful lot like lust…No, Sherlock doesn't feel that way…YOU do. This is ridiculous. I need to stop seeing everything that Sherlock does as if I am about to fuck his bloody brains out! We can't be together.

Sherlock swallowed the banana piece and looked up at John from his seat at the table.

"John, are you alright? You look a bit pale… You may need nourishment; I can tell you haven't had anything to eat by the wrinkles in your collar… By any chance do you want my banana?" Sherlock held out the peeled banana toward John. John couldn't even respond to that. He just mumbled incoherently a moment and then left the kitchen leaving Sherlock holding the banana in the air.

That Night

John had been out of the flat the entire day. He was trying to sort out his feelings, to no avail. He was still as confused as ever. However, Sherlock was the very opposite of confused. He was certain of John's feelings. And going by what Sherlock had experienced that morning while watching John in just a towel, it was very apparent to Sherlock what he was feeling as well. Well, Sherlock was someone who rarely ever thought about sex. And if he did he normally did it himself, why have someone else do what he could do much more efficiently. Unless of course you had a doctor who knew much more in the field of anatomy than you did.

The front door opened and a very anxious and frustrated John came in and shut the door. When he turned around Sherlock was standing before him. His face was emotionless as far as John could tell in the dim light. He could barely make out Sherlock's outline, let alone his facial features. Sherlock's stance was rigid like a statue, John couldn't look away. He couldn't even blink. He just stared at Sherlock's silhouette.

"Sherlock, what are you doing." John's voice came out in a gruff whisper as Sherlock took a step toward the already nervous man.
"John, I must say. These past few days have been very frustrating; you have not been helping my experiment." Sherlock said as he took another step.

"What experiment?" John asked in a shaky voice.

"A very important one, I should think." Sherlock replied; another step.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't. Seeing as you can be very daft at times." Sherlock said, taking a third step toward his flat mate. John frowned at this comment.

"Don't take it personally John, if it makes you feel any better, it seems I didn't catch on to this particular development as quickly as I should have either." Sherlock was less than a foot away from John. John's breath was shallow.

"What do you mean?" John asked as he swallowed. John took a deep breath as Sherlock took his final step closing the distance and pushing John back into the closed door.

"I think you know exactly what I'm referring to John." Sherlock said with his piercing stare. John's breath hitched. Was Sherlock doing what he thought he was doing? This couldn't be happening! What was he supposed to do?!