Just say it- A johnlock fanfic

Hard to get

Part 1

John smiled sheepishly at the lack of a response he was getting because HE was in his mind palace again. 

It would have annoyed him before, but he was just so happy that things had finally calmed down. 

After Mary's death in child labour, John had come crawling back to 221B Baker Street in tears, where Sherlock had taken him in with open arms. 

Sherlock William Scott Holmes, his friend, and the best flatmate anyone could wish for. Even though there were pointless gunshots to be heard in the middle of the night, suicide missions to be fulfilled every two days and the fact that he was perhaps the most narcacisstic little sociopathic bastard there was, he was HIS little bastard. His beautiful...

John snapped out of his thoughts apruptly as he realized Sherlock wasn't in his mind palace at all, he was asleep, and had now slumped onto his shoulder. John tried not to shift, as to not wake him up. What ad he just been thinking? He reddened at the discription he had just given the detective... what had come over him?

 ,,I'm not gay,, John thought, but even as he did so, he realized he was lying to himself.

 Sherlock was beautiful, his mind and his body both. That mind-boggling brain mixed with the appearance of a fallen angel drove him mad. Those full, heart shaped lips, his body lean and thin, so elegant, and those curls... stop it he told himself. He shifted slightly, causing Sherlock's head to fall into his lap. He turned bright red, but the younger man didn't stir. John placed an arm around him, though he knew it was risky and fell asleep with his hand in Sherlocks hair. 

Sherlock woke up. He felt really good, considering. He had been feeling odd lately, whenever he was around his flatmate, actually. He had analyzed the symptoms and come to a rather alarming conclusion: Love. He was in love with doctor John Haymish Watson. 

He hated himself for it. The doctor wasn't gay, this he knew.

 He sighed, clutching at the fabric of John's jumper and breathed in the familiar scent of... wait. Sherlock's eyes flew open, slowly lifting his head to find John looking down on him. He opened his mouth twice, unable to speak. 

John smiled:-you look very adorable when you're asleep, you know that?

 Sherlock's cheeks were tinted slightly pink against his flawless marble skin. 

-Ah, thank you John,  perhaps I sh... 

His trail of tought was interrupted when the door flew open and they were greeted by a very taken aback Mrs. Hudson. 

-Oh dear, am I interrupting something?, she asked smiling broadly. 

John looked shockedly at Sherlock, who said calmly:

-what is it Mrs. Hudson? 

-I just wanted to ask if you need anything, I'm making a run...

 -No, we're fine thank you. 

Mrs. Hudson left the room with the biggest smile ever plastered across the face. 

,,I KNEW IT,, she thought.

John waited for Sherlock to get up from the couch but he didn't seem to be in a hurry.                     -Sherlock... 

-Hm.

 -Do you know where your head is?

 -Mh.

 -And you're not... 

-may I deduce something John? 

-... 

-You must have noticed me slumping slowly into you, so you had sufficiently enough time to get up and leave, yet you stayed. Not only that, but you seem to have also fallen asleep here, and I can't help but notice that your hand  is STILL in my hair..

 -...

 -Why?, Sherlock asked. 

John gulped. The detective got up out of John's arms and stretched. 

,,Don't look now doctor watson or all of your blood will rush out of your brain into your crotch...,, John looked up, just in time to see Sherlock's exposed skin, revealed when he pulled up his arms and stretched. Some very visible abs and a deep V were visible to him now, if only for a moment.

,,Fuck,,

 Sherlock looked at John, at his unmistakable erection, smiled amusedly and turned around. 

John jumped up:- oh no he fucking won't walk away. Not this time.

 He walked after Sherlock, and before he could think about it, he slammed him against the wall quite forcefully.

 Sherlock gasped in surprise.

 -Don't you ever DARE  do that again you vicious impersonation of sex, John said calmly, already letting go of Sherlock. 

But the element of surprise had passed, and Sherlock managed to twirl around him and press the doctor against the wall, pulling his hands over his head and placing a knee between his legs to keep him from kicking. He leaned  in and...

He hovered a mere half an inch away from John's lips and breathed:- Or what?

John swallowed hard: -or... I might... you know...

Sherlock gave him another one of those devilish smiles, the kind that suggests that he is completely and utterly in control and that he is enjoying it.

-Ex-act-l-y, he whispered, as he leaned in and talked into John's ear, with his deep baritone vibrating through his bones.

-You will do nothing because, my dear Watson... you're not gay, remember?

And with that, he let go and disappeared into the flat.

John slumped against the wal and gasped for air. Holy shit that was intense.

He looked up with a painful determination in his eyes. So the little bastard wants to play hard to get? Yeah, we'll see how that turns out. 

The game is on.