A Study in Boredom: A Johnlock Fanfiction

Cold Shower.

"Sh-Sherlock?"

John's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Sherlock was staring at his flatmate intently-studying him.

'Pupils dilated, quickening of breath. Blush creeping up-I can see it just heading beyond his jumper,' He thought. Sherlock smirked.

He tugged hard on John's sleeve, causing the doctor to stumble and almost land on top of his friend.

Since Sherlock was sitting on the arm of the chair, John fell into the seat with a quiet thud, causing dust to shoot from underneath the cushion. John scrunched his eyes together and coughed as the dust entered his lungs.

"Sher-*hack* lock!" He wheezed. "What the *cough* bloody hell was that for?" His voice had gone raspy from the dust.

John still had his eyes shut, so Sherlock, quick as lightning, leaped off the armchair and kneeled on the floor, leaning very close to John.

When he finally opened his eyes, the detective's strange-coloured eyes were so...very...close to John's. he couldn't help but blush. Damn. There's no way Sherlock would have missed that-he never misses anything. And why was he blushing anyway? He couldn't...LIKE...Sherlock...could he?

They sat that way for a while, Sherlock kneeling in front of John, his body in between his friend's legs and their faces mere centimetres from each other. Both their pupils dilated.

John studied Sherlock's face. His dark-chocolatey curls, his pale, marble-like skin, his blue-grey-but-sometimes-green eyes, his...cheekbones. There was no denying he was handsome... Really, very hot, actually. Really sexy. Really...REALLY-

'Keep it in your pants, John.' He told himself, taking in a shaky breath. Damn it again.

Sherlock wasn't sure what to do. He'd never been in this close proximity to a live person, unless slapping them.

'I wonder...'

He leaned in ever so slightly. John's breath hitched and his heart pounded in his chest. Sherlock's face was now so close to John's, if he moved at all, their lips would-

Suddenly, a knock at the door caused Sherlock to leap back in surprise, letting out a rather loud yelp as he found himself sprawled on the floor. John cried out in surprise as well, almost falling out of the armchair.

Recovering his composure, Sherlock rose and strode to the door, trying to hide his furious blush from John, and flung the door open.

"Hello, kind sir. Do you have a moment to hear the word of Chri-"

Sherlock cut off the intruder by slamming the door in his face. When he turned back to John, his friend had stood from his seat and was making his way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked, his voice extremely husky (this made John walk even faster).

"I-I'm just g-going to take...a...erm..shower," he stammered,

"A nice cold shower."

And with that, he left Sherlock standing in the lounge room, fuming at door-knockers.