Oneshots of John lock<3

Drinking like teens<3 (bbc)

Although to two were never classified as immature, quite the opposite actually. They both had their moments of silliness. It was a Tuesday evening, the two had been drinking in the living room, drunk as bat, barely able to resist themselves from laughing.

"God how the hell did you get ahold of all of this?" John chuckled pointing his bottle at the many other crates scattered around the room, it wasn't cheap alcohol. It was the type Mycroft would drink, aka expensive.

"With a little thing I like to call-" Sherlock paused for a second raising his fist to the side of his head, gently knocking his skull. "My intelligence."

"I'll give you that. But you are horrible when your hungover." John smiled.

"Am not!" Sherlock opened his mouth exaggerating his shock.

"You so are, like a vampire." John teased standing up, though almost falling back down again.

"Listen 'ere." Sherlock stood up, standing opposite the coffee table to the shorter man. "I am fabulous 24/7."

"You sure about that detective? You pick and choose your moments." John walked around the coffee table giving Sherlock a stink eye.

"I'm more than sure in fact." Sherlock smirked unable to hold a straight face.

They both made eye contact, appreciating the look in either mans eye.  The light flickered above them, the smell of beer kept intoxicating the apartment. They walked around, going face to face with each other, maintaining their glares.
"I'm going to kiss you." Sherlock muttered, though johns expression stayed the same.
"I'm going to kiss you back." John hummed, as they pressed their lips together.
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They woke up to the sound of the city, they were leant in a single bed completely stripped. John blinked himself awake, he had a arm around sherlocks waist, while sherlock had a arm around his neck. John and Sherlock had always had some sort of spark, but he never expected it to turn into a fire overnight. Was this a one night stand? What was Sherlock going to think? What even happened last night? Was anyone else here? Does Mary know? How would John tell Mary.? John does love Mary.? John sat up in fear, awaking Sherlock beside him.

"Hm?" A small sound escaped sherlocks lips.

"Sherlock, what did we do last night?!" John hit sherlocks cheek gently.
Instead of a solid reply he got groans in return. John got out of bed immediately putting on the basic clothing items which were littered on the floor.
"I'd appreciate if you wouldn't flash me your arse." Sherlock mumbled.
"Sherlock did we hook up last night?" John was obviously scared.
"What?" Sherlock was processing everything, he'd had one of the best night sleeps he'd had in awhile. "Oh god we, no? We- no way?" Sherlock was in shock, so was John. How could they let this happen.

"It cant happen again." Though when John said that, something in his heart hurt. He knew he had something for Sherlock, but it was Sherlock. It was his best mate.
"Oh.. yes Ofcourse." Sherlock barely spoke loud enough to be heard. He sat up glancing around the room.
"Right? It's wrong. I have a wife.." John knew from sherlocks voice he felt something too.
"You and Mary are.. something." Sherlock sat slightly upwards on his side.
"It's wrong if we-."
"It is."

Silence.

"John." Sherlock broke the silence.

"Yes Sherlock?" John was now buttoning up his shirt.

"If it wasn't supposed to happen, why do I dread the thought of us not ever having a chance?" Sherlock was sounding genuine. John slowly walked over stroking his cheek.

"I don't know." He breathed.

"Can I?" Sherlock held onto the back of johns neck.
John nodded.

They exchanged a delicate but meaningful kiss. Suspecting this would be their last.