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coffee blues (johnlock)

so I think I really like this?? It skips around a lot, there's not really smut but there's a lot of mention of it so read at your own risk

John and Sherlock couldn't be more different, so why do the waitresses keep shoving their tables together? There may be plenty of empty space in the shop but there might also be space in both boys' hearts.

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"Honey, looks like we're full. Would you mind sitting with that feller over there?"

John glanced up at her, the red lipstick and the low cut shirt that screamed "try hard" were painfully obvious. Her country accent was excruciating, but he glanced over to the booth she'd gestured to, where another waitress was pushing over an extra table. Now there's his type.

And no, John wasn't staring at the ditsy blonde with her butt sticking out a little too much, his eyes were on dark unruly curls and eyes like the sodding cosmos. And most unfortunately, those eyes weren't looking anywhere near him, they were completely submerged in the screen of a laptop, an untouched cup of black coffee to the left of the user's elbow.

"Joanne's used to people starin'. Try not to drool, I just mopped." 

John snapped out of his haze long enough to glance back to the country bimbo, and the back to the booth - the blonde's name tag clearly read: "JOANNE."

John looked back at the first waitress and shook his head, "No, I wasn't - "

"That's what they all say. I'll be back for your order in a jiffy!"

John sighed loudly, slumping over to where pretty boy was sitting. He could hear the "tap tap tap" of every key, the man's eyes were scanning over the screen faster than John could blink to. So calculating, so intense. So... Hot. Unbelievably hot.

"Excuse me," John says. "Everywhere else is full, do you mind if I...?" He trails off when the strange guy doesn't even look up.  John Watson is a lot of things, but soft spoken isn't one of them, therefore this new guy definitely heard him speak.

He's playing hard to get. John Watson has been told by a number of men how utterly irresistible and kind he is. He just needs to be confident. Maybe this guy likes dominance.

"I'm - "

"No need to bother with introductions, I don't care who you are," The man speaks. 

Or maybe not.

For once in his life, John Watson is at a loss for words. This is a new feeling for him. He always knows what to say, and most especially in front of attractive men. 

"Well," John stammers, rather unsure of what to think or do next. Instead, the man interrupts him yet again: "Don't speak, there's no need to embarrass yourself," He says, the iciness running from his mouth and sending shivers down John's spine.

"Right," John mumbles, and begins to tap his fingers on the table as he waits for the waitress to return. In his state of boredom, he allows his eyes to wander back to the strange man. Closer now, he could see every striking detail as it lay before him. A story the man didn't seem to want told.

Every curl lay perfectly in place, but the lack of effort in his appearance was evident. He cheekbones could've cut through steel, and his eyes were even more magnificent than before. Shining and studying, intently working as his long nimble fingers struck the laptop keys. Curved pink lips that looked like they had been carved out with a knife. He didn't have a single line in his pale face, but the dark smudges under his eyes told John he hardly slept.

Wow. This might be the most attractive, and confusing man John has ever come across. He'll be damned if he allows him to slip through his fingers.

"Staring won't do a bit of good, I advise you to go back to looking at the menu, even though it's clear you've been here enough times that you only pretend to look for what you want."