Johnlock: For My Experiment

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Sherlock walked over to John when he was least suspecting it.

You see, John was pretty simple. He claimed he was not gay (okay, who are you trying to kid John?) and tried to lead a life in as ordinary a way as possible.

With Sherlock, that was really, really hard.

And things just got a whole lot more complicated.

It all started when John was PUSHED UP AGAINST A WALL by his psychotic flat mate. Yes.

John knew the experiment was going on but rational thoughts were all but lost to him now.

The blogger gulped as he looked into the shadowed turquoise eyes of Sherlock Holmes.

His mind was still processing colour when he felt warm lips against his own.

For a second he was surprised.

Then he started to feel lightheaded so e just let the detective lead.

His hands found their way to Sherlock's hips and they just rested there.

Sherlock's hands were on each side of John's shoulders against the brown wallpaper.

John felt Sherlock's mouth move softly against his own. He felt Sherlock's chest up against his, and his own thigh in between the brunette's long legs.

That last realization made him blush as they kissed.

Suddenly a loud beeping sounded from beneath John. Startled, he jumped.

Sherlock took a step back.

John didn't even know Sherlock was wearing the timer on his neck. So this was part of the consulting detective's experiment.

Made sense. John wasn't sure weather to be relived to unsatisfied.

The former army doctor sighed and leaned against the wall as he watched Sherlock run to his room to hot down the results.

He was back quickly for John's pulse then left again to write that down.

The last time he came back he pulled John to the couch and sat him down.

"Thought you would be more comfortable here." Sherlock smiled.

"Uh, yeah." John said nervously. This just so happened to be insanely akward.

Sherlock chuckled.

"I needed to see your reaction to more contact and stimulation. Much faster pulse." Sherlock smiled at his blogger.

John blushed.

"I-I would expect so..." John muttered.

To get away from all the akwardness (he means gayness obviously) John turned on the telly.

Together they watched crap telly until they both fell asleep on the couch.

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