Johns POV:
"So,how long is this going to take?" I sighed, walking into the apartment. "Not long,about five minutes if you're quick." Sherlock replied,leading me into the bathroom. "Okay,so you need to crawl under the bathtub and get my phone." I rolled my eyes. "How did you even manage to get your phone under the bath." I said,getting down on my knees and starting to crawl under. I heard Sherlock giggle a bit,and I moved my head. "What's so funny?"
Sherlocks POV:
I knew my phone was in my pocket,but I couldn't think of any other way to get John to come down and talk to me. "Oh,nothing."
"Sherlock,there's nothing under there. I'll call your phone and we can try to find it then." John said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I felt my face go red,and I knew I was fucked. He quickly dialled my number,and I smiled slightly at the fact that he had learned off my number. The smile was short lived once I felt my phone buzz in my pocket,and the ringtone started to fill the room. I pulled the phone out slowly. "How did that get there?" I said,innocently. John stared at the phone. "Why the fuck did I just climb under the bath if your phone was in your pocket the whole time?" He said, trying to act angry but I could see the sides of his mouth slowly turning up into a smile.
Johns POV:
I knew what Sherlock was at. Getting me to come down to the apartment,getting me to get down on my knees. I decided I would tease him. "I might as well stay down here for a while." I said,walking past him but putting my hand on his hip while I passed. I heard his breath hitch,and I smirked to myself.
"Do you want a drink?" Sherlock asked,about ten minutes later. "Yeah,water is fine." I replied. He handed me a glass of water a few seconds later,and I took a sip. Suddenly, I heard him speak behind me. "Oh no!" He said. I turned around to see water covering his chest and shirt, making the purple fabric cling even more to his body. My mouth opened slightly as he started slowly unbuttoning the shirt.
Sherlocks POV:
This was killing him,I could tell. I watched as he looked me up and down,his eyes eventually focusing on my fingers working the buttons of my shirt. I pretended to struggle slightly,until he stood up. "Fuck it." He whispered as he walked towards me and pressed his lips against mine,his hands taking over the buttons. I walked forward and pushed him against the wall closest to the door. Suddenly,the sound of Mrs Hudson's high heels clicking up the stairs became evident, and I jumped away from him,putting my hands over the open buttons of the shirt just in time for her to walk in the door. "Hello boys. I'm off to the shops,do you need anything?" She said,smiling at us. John shook his head,and I looked down at my shoes. "Alright,see you later then." She said,before turning at her heel and walking back down the stairs.
Johns POV:
Sherlock glanced at me, before looking away again. "I'm going for a shower." He mumbled,and walked down the hallway. I stood in awe at what just happened, and what could have happened if Mrs Hudson didn't interrupt. I told myself it was a mistake,and that it couldn't happen again. I also told myself that Sherlock fucking Holmes liked me back.
