Costumes and Drinks

Sherlock POV

"Hello Gavin, what brings you here. Have you brought me a case."

"First of all its Greg. And I've brought you something even better! I'm having a birthday party with a costume theme and I would love for you and John to come."

"I would nev-"

"We would love to." Said John who now materialized into the room.

"Great I'll see you tonight! Bye!"

After I closed the door I plopped my self next to my flatmate on the couch who was still very sleepy.

"Why did you do that John. I really don't want to go."

"Look Sherlock. Besides the fact that its common courtesy, he is our friend and I would like to go. Not everything revolves around you in case you didn't know."

"Jawwwwwn"

"Stop it Sherly, you are going and that's final. Plus I have a great double costume idea."

Later-

"I don't like my costume. I'm not a tiger."

"Well I think you look adorable in the Hobbes suit."

AN: IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T REALIZED FROM THE PICTURE THEY'RE GOING AS CALVIN AND HOBBES FROM A FAMOUS CARTOON STRIP.

At the party-

"I think you've had quite enough drinks Sherlock."

"Nons*hic*ense Johnnnnn."

"Come on. Time to get you home."

"Well since were leaving I just might have to show you my tiger side when were all alone."

John blushed as Sherlock's deep seductive voice growled as he said these words.

"Bye Greg. Nice party, see you tomorrow."

"See you. And don't let that big kitten push you around."

"Haha. I'll try not to let him."

He shouted back as he half dragged his friend into the taxi.

When he sat down, Sherlock instantly attached his lips to John's. John accidentally let out a moan against the passionate touch. But pulled away and shouted,

"What the hell was that for Sherlock!"

"Playing hard to get are we doctor. Well I'll just have to fix that when we get home."

And John could swear that he purposely purred his words to him because he knew how it affected him. He secretly loved him for a while now, so why shouldn't he be happy? Mainly because he knew it was just the alcohol messing with his brain, and even if it was real Sherlock wouldn't remember it in the morning.........wouldn't he.

So hypothetically speaking, if this was just because of the beer, and wouldn't remember a thing about it next morning, why wasn't he taking advantage?! More than likely he would feel guilty about it in the morning, but for one night Sherlock would be all his.

Not even a second had passed after they got out of the cab and John had already started to attack his flatmate's lips. People were giving them strange glances as they walked by but he didn't notice. He just went right on kissing him like there was no tomorrow and led him to the door. They fumbled into the flat and took their costumes off trying not to break the kiss. Then they were finally in bed with just their boxers on.

"John?"

" Yes love?" John managed to say between the kisses he was softly planting on Sherlock's neck.

"I love you."

And that made John truly sad not knowing if he meant it or was simply drunk.

But he responded instead with the answer he'd been waiting a long time to say to him.

"And I love you too Sherlock."

The next morning-

Bloody hell

I forgot to leave before Sherlock woke up to avoid letting him know what happened. But now I'm pinned to the bed by Sherlock's body since he fell asleep with his head resting on my shoulder. In the night he must have snuggled closer. Well here comes the blow. I prepared myself for his anger.

"G'morning John." And then he snuggled even closer to me. He let out a content sigh. "You know if I just had to be drunk in order to get you into bed with me I would have done it sooner."

"You bloody Holmes." I leaned down and was about to kiss his forehead when he looked up and pulled me closer for a more heated kiss on the lips.

"Does this mean round two?"

"You bet it is!"

The End

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