John slowly stepped through the rickety green door into their flat, and heard a squeak as his shoes pressed against the hardwood floor. John scanned the area looking for a certain curly haired someone. He looked in the kitchen. It was bleak to say the least. With tiled floors, a chemistry lab strewed about on the dining room table, and a head in the fridge. The average thing John Watson walked into every day. Then he looked into the sitting room. The chair that his partner sat in in all sorts of positions sat there, waiting for its rightful owner to take his seat. Glancing over to his own chair, he gently grazed his hand across the blanket that adorned its back piece, slowly gathering dust from neglect. Next he checked in the last place they would be: his very own bedroom.
"MMRrggghhhh..." Groaned Sherlock, who was face down in his crumpled bed sheets that were carelessly thrown onto the bed days before. His curly brown hair was sticking up in the weirdest positions, and his suit from their case was still on, slowly wrinkling. He was facing away from John for the time being, barely even noticing the man walk in. Barely.
"C'mon, Sherlock, you don't want your suit to get all wrinkled, now do you?" Sherlock couldn't help but smirk at the others attempts to further help him. He slowly and meticulously rolled onto his back, spreading out over the bed to take up as much room as possible.
John walked over to the others bedside, sitting down on the side and practically slunk into Sherlock's sudden embrace. "Jawnnn..." He grumbled. "I don't wanna....." Nuzzling into the others night shirt, with his arms laying slacked around his neck, he sighed and kicked off his shoes.
Smiling to himself, he peeled off the other and looked into his bright blue eyes.
"Oh common. You can't go to sleep like this." John whined, prodding at the wrinkling blazer and tugging at its sides. Looking back up into his eyes, the look that you would see of a begging puppy really started to set in... "N-no. You hear me?" He stuttered. "I'm not going to do any silly shenanigans you want me to do."
Sherlocks innocent slime turned into a devilish smirk as an idea slipped into his mind palace. "Ohhh. What is it you don't want me to do now?" He purred, a little too sweetly for himself. "I don't know, maybe you think I'm going to suggest that you," he paused, waiting for the blush to appear on John's face as the tension between the grew further. "undress me?"
Johns face brightened up even more at the strangely sly way Sherlock proposed the idea. "I feel like I have no choice in the matter." He grumbled, looking down at the eggshell white bedsheets. "Oh god you're really going to make me do this." Looking back up at the devilish grin he scowled, wondering how he was going to go about doing this.
"It can't be that hard." Sherlock shrugged, flopping onto his back. "Just a few buttons, ya know."
"B-but you're not the... erm... you know what?" John said, getting on top of the tallerman and staring him right in those mesmerising blue eyes. "You win, I'll do it." He grumbled, the blush subsisting to a stagnant pink. Hesitantly straddling the other's hips, he started at the blazer, slipping it off. Moving his hands back up Sherlock's chest, John started to unbutton his shirt. He looked away, blushing slightly more at the sight. He couldn't look away for long because the others hands made their ways up his sides, and around the other's neck, forcing him to look at him.
"John." He said with a completely stone cold expression, his hands begin to intertwine with the others sandy blonde hair. "I-I, um..." Looking away briefly, it was obvious that he was slightly flustered.
"Oh what is it now." John slipped off Sherlock button down, glancing away for a brief second. "Do you have a night shirt, or what...?"
"John this is an experiment." He mumbled out, staring blankly at the wall behind Josh as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
