Sex or Murder?

Definitely Sex

John hummed, holding a cup in one hand and a newspaper on the other. It was a quiet day at Baker Street. He was glad and happy. Sherlock wasn't his 'consulting detective' self since the man chose to be quiet and kind that day. Yes, kind. It's not a word anyone would use to describe Sherlock Holmes but whatever. He was kind because he simply let John do the things John wanted to do. (Like watch telly without Sherlock deducing and criticising every single character in that particular TV show and order him around. “Go get a shower!”)

John continued humming as he made his way to his armchair... but immediately stopped on his tracks when he saw Sherlock's computer. It wasn't unusual to see that the consulting detective's computer was on and it wasn't unusual to see that he was on a particular website, but there was something intriguing about it today. The website that John was seeing right now was definitely not the type that Sherlock would visit.

No... it definitely was not.

John sat down on the chair, putting the mug as gently as possible on the side and read the website's name. “Tumblr...? What is tumblr?” He muttered to himself and decided to sneak around. Scrolling down, down, down.

How did Sherlock find this? And what is so magical about this one that it attracted the world's only consulting detective's attention? This must be a super cool website to...

A post caught John's eye.

Having eye contact for more than six seconds without looking away or blinking reveals a desire for either sex or murder.

This was something familiar. It seemed like this has happened to him before... Wait... wait... What.

Staring.  Seconds. Five... four... Definitely sex. John gasps. SHERLOCK! 

“Oh, so, that's it!” John exclaimed, laughing at the ridiculous thing his flatmate had done and said. What the hell. So, this was the root of all the confusion he had yesterday. Oh, God. Sherlock is one hell of a flatmate, yes. He's fucking crazy.

John stood up, still giggling about that.

Being the crazy flatmate that he is, he quickly went to the bathroom without knocking. He opened the shower curtain, not giving a fuck that his flatmate was butt naked. He put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders, steadying him and looking him in the eye.

“John?” The detective's voice was calm, yet the surprise on the detective's face was evident. John ignored it and continued on doing what he was doing.

Staring.

“John?” Sherlock again.

“Four.”

“Huh?”

“Three.”

“What?”

“Two. One.” John smirked and brushed a knuckle on Sherlock's jaw. “Definitely sex, Sherlock. Definitely sex.”

The army doctor slowly exited the shower with a triumphant grin. He didn't know why he felt that victorious though. He just said Definitely sex to his flatmate... but whatever.

Now, it was his time to hum a happy tune Sherlock's never heard before.