Johns POV:
Sherlock didn't return home until late in the evening,smiling at me as he walked in. "Hi,John." He said,taking off his scarf and coat,revealing a black shirt. "Sherlock." I nodded,keeping my eyes on the laptop. "I ran into Greg a while ago. He wants to know if we want to go to dinner tonight,it's his birthday." Sherlock continued. "It's at that new Italian place just down the street. If you want to come,be ready at 5,that's when I'm leaving." He walked off to the bathroom,and I heard the shower turn on.
Sherlocks POV:
I hopped out of the shower,and wrapped a towel loosely around my waist so that I could go out to the kitchen and get my clothes out of the laundry. John was sat at the counter,staring down at his phone in a black suit pants,a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone,and a suit jacket on his arm. My mouth opened slightly,and I struggled to take my eyes off of him. His muscles were visible through the shirt, and you could just about see where the scar on his shoulder started through the opening of the shirt at the top. "I'll-I'll be like five minutes." I mumbled,. "T'll-I'll be like five minutes." I mumbled, before walking back to my bedroom without the clothes in the laundry basket. I searched in my wardrobe for a few seconds until I found my own black suit pants and purple shirt.
Johns POV:
I tried not to look at the loose towel around Sherlocks waist while he was out here,but the second he walked away it was all that was in my mind. A few minutes later, he walked out of his room wearing a black pants and...and the purple shirt. The purple shirt that outlined his muscles in the right places,clung to his already perfect body in the necessary spots,making Sherlocks already attractive features ten times better. God, even his collarbones looked sexy. He smiles at me. "Ready?" The bastard.
