JOHNLOCKed in a Closet

A Date

A/N: for some reason I only ever update when it is definitely after midnight (natives: i keep forgetting, is that 12 am or pm?) Anyways I don't wanna bother you with a long A/N, I just wanted to apologize that my updates have been so irregular lately.
This is gonna be long so... plan it into your day ;)

When they woke up everything ached. Turns out a narrow couch is a little small for two grown men to sleep on. Even if they are in love and practically sleep on top of each other.

John woke up first and moved his head and groaned loudly because of his aching neck. This startled Sherlock, who was sleeping with his head next to John's, awake. When he realized their situation, he jumped up-

"Wait- are you blushing?", John asked in complete astonishment. (A/N: gosh and in the prettiest British accent)

Sherlock got up quickly, standing on the floor and smoothing down his shirt. In a manner that kind of reminded John of Mycroft he said: "Of course not. I don't blush.", with some disgust in his voice.

John put his feet on the ground and got up too. "Well I,...", he was standing right in front of Sherlock now: "...saw it and you can't deny it. It was was right-", and he raised himself onto his tiptoes and kissed Sherlock's cheek: "-there".

With an even redder face now Sherlock looked down at him and countered: "For a man of your size, you have quite a big ego, you know that?"

John laughed: "Don't pretend you don't love my big ego."

With that they started the morning. They both got ready for the day: brushing teeth, taking (separate) showers, getting new clothes and then they had a comfortable breakfast. They exchanged a lot of looks and finally they had a staring contest. John loved it because he won every time and Sherlock kept blushing.

The great detective, easily the smartest brain of London, probably of all England, kept blushing because John stared at him. It was the cutest thing John has ever seen and he decided to keep doing it - chuckling.

"Oh come on, John. It is not that funny!", Sherlock said almost angrily.

John stopped laughing immediately and switched to a very serious face: "No, of course it isn't.", but a wide grin spread out on his face even before he had finished his sentence. "It is only the cutest thing ever. And I am quite proud of myself to make an 'emotionless genius' unable to stop blushing."

Really unhappy now, Sherlock got up and headed already to the living room, when John caught him on his sleeve. "Hey, wait, Sherlock, please."

"I would like to play the violin now, John.", Sherlock said with his nose high, refusing to meet John's eyes. This made John feel bad. "Oh, I am sorry, sweetheart, I was just teasing you"

At these words Sherlock turned his head and looked in John's eyes: "Wha- what did you just call me?"

There was an edge in Sherlock's voice, that made John uneasy. "Uhm, I called you sweetheart? I am sorry, do you not want me to call you pet names? I will go back to calling you Sherlock, if you want."

Sherlock seemed to consider it, but his features seemed to change and a tiny smile crept onto his face: "No, it's fine you can call me that. I kinda like it." Then his face dropped: "But I am still mad at you for making me blush and making fun of me afterwards."

"Oh", John licked his bottom lip. "Is there a way to make it up to you?"

Sherlock shrugged: "Probably.", he said nonchalantly. John took that as an invitation to kiss him and both men ended up grinning into the kiss.