The shift in their relationship was hardly noticeable at first. It started with slightly lingering touches, fond looks from across the room, and lack of clothes when about the flat (in Sherlock's case). John scowled as Sherlock once again emerged from his room with absolutely nothing on. He didn't even have a sheet this time. John returned to his book, rather frustrated that Sherlock had no modesty. He refused to acknowledge the stirrings in his pants as he read the next line.
A meowing sound and a bit of heat against his leg drew him out of his book once again. He looked down at Sherlock who was on all fours, rubbing his side against John's leg. John choked on his tongue as Sherlock's tail came up and curled around his leg. Sherlock was giving off his normal "Pet me!" vibes, but John could hardly pet the man while he was naked. Sherlock let out a frustrated sound and pressed against John harder.
"I require petting," Sherlock stated, rubbing his hip against John's shin.
"Sherlock, you're naked," John said in a slow, careful voice.
"So?" Sherlock questioned.
"I can't pet you while you're naked," John answered, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"Why not?" Sherlock demanded.
"Because I would be touching your bare skin…" John whispered, his eyes travelling to where Sherlock's stitches had been.
That was Sherlock's sweet spot. The one that made Sherlock make the most obscene noises. He hadn't been able to touch it for a while, because Sherlock still had stitches. But now there were no stiches, only red lines where the stitches had been. Which meant John could touch it now and get those wonderful noises to spill from Sherlock's pretty lips. He made the decision before his mind could clear and his hand rubbed the spot gently.
Sherlock stopped mid-rant and let out a mewling sound. His back dipped, bringing his ass up higher for John's viewing. And boy did John view it! Sherlock shifted and brought his hands up to rest on John's knee. John stiffened as Sherlock pressed against his leg and purred. John swallowed his shock and leaned forward to rub at Sherlock's lower back again. Sherlock made a keening noise and his hips thrust against John. John swallowed again as a prominent heat pressed against him.
This was the precise moment that Mycroft decided to enter the flat. He cleared his throat loudly and Sherlock whipped his head around to look at him. Sherlock let out his warning hiss and John covered his face with his hands, sure that he'd never been and never would be more embarrassed.
"Brother, you shouldn't try to seduce Dr. Watson like that," Mycroft said in a half-amused tone.
"Oh, really, brother?" Sherlock snipped back, "Then how should I?"
"I would say that a proper date would work," Mycroft answered smoothly; "You're testing his since of morality which only makes the situation uncomfortable for him. Which in turn would make the sex uncomfortable for you."
"Don't be daft," Sherlock snapped, "John would never make anything uncomfortable for me!"
Mycroft rolled his eyes.
"Perhaps not intentionally," Mycroft said, "But if you make him uncomfortable, then it will be tense. Perhaps maybe you should also wait until he knows something about having intercourse with a man."
John, who had been silent through the banter (because clearly the Holmes brothers didn't need him to tell them how he felt about what), spoke up to correct Mycroft.
"I already know how to make sex with a man," he stated clearly, as though it should have been obvious.
"What?!" Sherlock screeched, his head whipping around to face John again, "Why didn't you tell me that?!"
"Oh, er, I thought you knew," John answered honestly.
"Wait," Sherlock relaxed slightly, half turning his head back to Mycroft, "You just know from reading about it, obviously."
"Um, no," John corrected once again, "From experience."
Sherlock's head came around with such force that John would swear he heard it pop.
"Then why haven't we had sex?!" Sherlock demanded loudly.
"Don't be crude, brother," Mycroft said coldly, "Not everyone with experience wants to have sex with you."
(But John did, just for the record)
"We haven't because I don't just go having sex with my friends," John said calmly, "I actually have morals and all that."
Sherlock frowned at him, clearly confused about what exactly morals meant in regards to sex. He seemed to be figuring things out though, as his face cleared and he jumped up, clapping his hands.
"You don't have sex with friends," Sherlock repeated back at John, "But you'd have sex if I was your boyfriend, wouldn't you?"
John blushed at the childish word and the fact that Sherlock was now standing stark naked in all his glory right in front of John. And thanks to the detective's height, John got an eyeful of Consulting Detective Dick (which was better than Bartender Dick and Biology Partner Dick, and even Lead Singer of a Pretty Cool Band Dick). Sherlock seemed oblivious to the issue as he tapped his foot, waiting for John's answer. John watched Sherlock's crotch bounce as the detective tapped his foot for a good 10 seconds, before bringing his eyes back up to Sherlock's face.
"Er, yeah, I guess so," John answered.
"Interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed.
He turned around and hurried into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. John sat awkwardly as Mycroft shook his head disapprovingly. He directed his attention back at John. John shifted slightly under the sudden attention.
"Well, I was here to give Sherlock a case," Mycroft said, "But it appears that whatever experiment you just provided him with is much more interesting. Do let me know how it turns out. Ah yes, and if you ever compare my brother's penis to other men's ever again, I will cut yours off and give it to Sherlock for experimenting. Have a wonderful day!"
With that, Mycroft left the flat as John instinctively crossed his legs. John wondered how Mycroft had known the brief comparison he'd made, but then he reminded himself that the Holmes brother's knew just about everything. He sighed heavily and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
Before long (seriously, it was like five minutes, if that), Sherlock's hand was tapping John's cheek. John opened his eyes and scowled at the detective who was wearing the newsboy cap again. John frowned as he noticed that Sherlock was dressed to go out.
"Get up John!" Sherlock snapped, "We have to go!"
John rolled his eyes and moved to get up. Sherlock backed off and watched him closely as he stood and stretched. He had been about to take a nap when Sherlock came over slapping his face and what not. John ambled over to his coat and threw it on. Sherlock bounded past him and out the door, without grabbing his coat. John sighed heavily and took Sherlock's coat, hurrying to catch up with him.
"Never dull," he mumbled as he stepped out of 221B.
Little note: I rewrote this chapter like 3 times...Hope it turned out good. Love you all!
