Well, my other fanfiction isn't going as planned so here is the next chapter. :P I hope you guys like this one. xoxo
Chapter 7
Sherlock was the world's only consulting detective, which meant he was beyond inherently smart. He had the knowledge of 243 types of tobacco ash, he could deduce where you were born from the length of your hair and he could easily find out who you were sleeping with, by the scent of your deodorant. However, there was one person that Sherlock, despite his best efforts, always had a hard time reading. John Watson. Now don't get me wrong, most things about his friend were painfully obvious, his issues with his sister, his military status, and just recently his affections for the detective. But Sherlock was much less in tune with other people's emotions and more in tune with the psychical facts that made themselves present.
For instance as he took one final step toward his friend in the hallway of 221B, pushing the other man into the door, he could easily tell that John was aroused by the prominent lump that was growing, brushing up against the detective's leg. He knew that John was physically attracted to him, but John kept his thoughts guarded and locked away. So Sherlock was less aware of what John was feeling. John had been very careful in concealing his deepest desires and fantasies from prying minds, like Sherlock's, due to the fear of how Sherlock might react. He had never heard of Sherlock, ever being with a woman or a man. Sherlock was a complete mystery in that respect. Which terrified his flat mate.
"I think you know exactlywhat I'm referring to John." Sherlock said. John's breath hitched and Sherlock knew that John was aware of what he was referring to. Sherlock wasn't well educated in the dealings of sexuality; he had no use for the knowledge before this time. However he had done some research while John was out brooding the day away and felt he could continue his experiments further if John allowed. The only problem was that he didn't know if John would allow.
John's mind was racing beyond its normal speed which actually made him a bit dizzy. He stared up at Sherlock as the detective pressed his leg firmer against John's groin. John closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. Sherlock watched John's face carefully, trying to see what emotions he was feeling, other than the obvious lust. John's head swirled again as Sherlock leaned in close to John's face. Sherlock being so close wasn't that unusual but this time it was different. This time there was a tension in the air that was undeniable. John's eyes popped open and fear replaced the lust that was there just a moment before. Sherlock's face crunched up in frustration.
"Sherlock." John breathed the name out as if he had just run a marathon.
"Yes, John?" Sherlock replied. John took a deep breath.
"What are you doing?" John asked trying to move under Sherlock's weight, with not much success.
"Testing a theory." Sherlock said firmly, John couldn't read Sherlock's face. Was he just messing with him? Was he just testing some odd hypothesis on "How People React in Close Proximity to Other People" or something? John swallowed.
"What theory?" He all but whispered.
"The theory that you are in fact sexually attracted to me, despite your protests to your own body, which I imagine are flooding you with discomfort." Sherlock said as he pushed on John's groin again, making the good doctor grunt in pleasure and protest.
"So far the findings are inconclusive." Sherlock grinned, as he felt himself to be very witty in that moment. John on the other hand was staring at Sherlock in utter disbelief. When it finally started to click.
"So you mean to tell me, that this is some twisted experiment on ME?! Wait a bloody minute!...I was your experiment these past few weeks, wasn't I!?I am the twisted experiment… " John came to realize fully.
"You were in a way, my experiment, yes. 'Twisted', well that's more a matter of opinion." Sherlock smiled, John's face was just inches from Sherlock's, and while both men had a very large urge to close the gap, neither of them did so. Sherlock watched John's eyes dilate as Sherlock move a sliver of millimeter closer and brushed his lips against John's cheek.
"You know what your problem is John, you are trying to be me right now. I can see it all over your face, it's so obvious. You are trying to deduce what I am thinking, trying to figure out if this is right or wrong or if therereally is a grey area." Sherlock whispered in his flat mate's ear. John frowned.
"Well what about you? You were messing with me this entire time!" John replied with a hint of anger.
"I was simply trying to figure you out." Sherlock said quietly, he suddenly felt uncomfortable as he pulled away from John a bit.
"What? You're bloody Sherlock Holmes! It doesn't take you a month to figure something out! It takes you a minute!" John tried to push Sherlock away, but only managed to make Sherlock one step back. John was still pinned between the detective and the door. Sherlock swallowed, he didn't want to admit this, but he felt he had to.
"Well, it seems that you are a bit more complex when it comes to your emotions and I lack certain knowledge of communication when it comes to those sorts of things. It's true I can figure out trivial things in less than a minute. But you are far from trivial." Sherlock took a deep breath, feeling a sort of weight being lifted off his mind. John's insides all but melted into a puddle. Sherlock had been trying to understand John, had been trying to comprehend something that he didn't understand. John smiled; he was a puzzle for Sherlock to figure out. And he took this as a very high honor, because he knew how much Sherlock loved his puzzles.
John looked up at Sherlock, his eyes gleaming with pure desire. Sherlock recognized that, but there was something else. Something he couldn't quite define…Yet…
Sherlock leaned in again, his face inches from John's. He was going to understand John if it killed him. But something told Sherlock, that his research would be far from painful.
"What are you thinking right now?" Sherlock asked his expression was completely filled with deep curiosity.
"I'm thinking that you are very close, and I am very-" John stops short.
"Very what John?" Sherlock urged on.
"Sherlock, I don't know what you think you're doing but this isn't funny." John said trying to push past Sherlock again. Sherlock had other ideas though, he pushed John back into the door and came insanely close. John could feel his breath hot on his lips.
"This isn't meant to be funny John." Sherlock said and with those last words he wouldn't let John talk anymore for his lips were crushing his flat mates making John moan in pleasure. John finally felt the weight he had been harboring, lift from him. Sherlock cradled John's face in his hands as he continued to kiss his friend, but despite his best efforts on keeping his mind on this "experiment" his hands began to wander down John's side and rest on his hips.
Experiment or not, this was going to be interesting.
