Morning awoke the Consulting Detective, sunlight warming his skin as he shifted on the sofa. Below him, he could feel the familiar body of John Watson.

"Morning, Sherlock." he croaked, clearing his throat. Sherlock's head rested in his lap, his body sprawled across the sofa, the position somewhat comfortable.

Swallowing awkwardly, he asked, "What time is it?"

"Just gone six." responded John, glancing to his watch. The bed sheet covering the brunette had shifted in the night, though still covering his modesty, as the telly played some programme that he couldn't care for. "Lestrade called, said to take the day off. You overdid it yesterday."

"I did not." he argued defensively, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at John from his lap. Neither men made an effort to change their position, with John's hands loosely fiddling with Sherlock's curls.

"Yes, you did, Sherlock." his tone was firm but his expression was content, leaving a smile on his lips. "You've barely eaten or slept in a week."

"Transport." muttered he, casting his glance away from the blonde man for a moment. "Why can't transport be self-sufficient? It would be immensely easier."

Lowering his voice, John averted his eyes, "Well, I happen to like your transport and I'd rather you didn't ruin it." the Consulting Detective watched the doctor in curiosity, memorising him from a new angle, the words he spoke capturing his attention. Sherlock propped himself up on his elbows, forcing John to meet his gaze. Taking a fistful of shirt into his hand, he pulled himself further into him, touching their lips briefly. John swiftly initiated a second kiss, his hand touching the other man's hip.

Breathing against him, Sherlock murmured, "John," this immediately caused his friend to regain his senses, pushing himself from the sofa as he begun to mutter frantically. Baffled, the Consulting Detective observed him curiously, "John-" he called, standing.

"No, Sherlock, I can't do this." John stood awkwardly, his eyes focused on the floorboards below his feet. "I can't do it."

"Do what? Why not?" he whined, irritated by his friend's indecisiveness. "We're not even doing anything."

He glared in response, his voice low, "No, but we were about to."

"About to what? What does that even mean? Oh, why do you care anyway, John? It's not as if rumours aren't going around already." Sherlock groaned impatiently, sarcasm evident in his tone.

"I know you don't care about these things, Sherlock, but I do." muttered he, who approached the brunette with agitation.

Maintaining eye contact, his gaze strong, he asserted firmly, "Yes. Why is that again? Why do you care so much about what other people think? I certainly couldn't care less about the public opinion; they're all mindless idiots chasing their tails." breathing deeply, Sherlock continued with furrowed eyebrows, "You'd really relinquish your own desires just because a few people disapprove?" his tone filled with accusation and betrayal, hurt evident within his eyes.

Averting his eyes and clearing his throat, John shook his head, "You're unbelievable. You arsehole, you dickhead-"

"Done?"

A moment passed in silence, their eyes interlocked, "Yes." cupping his face, Sherlock swiftly connected their lips, neither men indulging their anxieties any longer. The detective pushed against the doctor with haste, deepening the kiss. John, now pressed between Sherlock and the wall, attempted to steady himself, grasping the man's hip. Writhing at the unexpected contact, he inhaled sharply with pleasure. "God, you're bloody good at this."

"Knowing where to place your hands is important," Sherlock responded, humming against his skin, "But knowing where to place your lips is key." he nipped at the doctor's earlobe, his mouth pressing against his jawline and neck. John breathed through arousal, evident by the twitching of his body and the groan lodged in his throat.

"Christ, Sherlock." running his fingertips over the Consulting Detective's neck, he smiled with excitement in his expression. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep going...this, whatever this is."

A mischievous grin lit his features, "That won't be a problem, John. I have all day, don't I?"