old piece of garbage johnlock fanfiction don't read

Chapter 1 -Eyecontact

John woke up to the sound of Sherlocks violin. He checked the time from his phone and it read 4:00 am. He tried to fall back asleep, after thirdy minutes of tossing and turning while listening to the violin John gave up and rose from his bed. He put on his robe and slowly walked downstairs. He saw Sherlock next to his armchair. He appeared to be deep in thought so John walked quietly past him to the kitchen. He made some tea for himself and since Sherlock still appeared not to pay any attention to him he desited to sit in his armchair.

He listened to Sherlock playing the violin and couldn't help but glance at him. Sherlocks back was truned to John, but as Sherlock turned around John saw that his eyes were closed. John just sat there, sipping on his tea, and staring at Sherlock and listening to the beautiful tune of his violin.

Then, Sherlock opened his eyes and he smiled at John. He couldn't look away from Sherlock, his eyes were that beautiful icy-blue color, John kept staring at his eyes. ''John?'' Sherlock asked while smiling at him, John woke up from his trance and looked away. John could feel a blush creeping up. ''Beautiful'' John said with a smile, ''what is?'' Sherlock asked, ''That melody'' Answered John. Sherlock smiled at him ''Thank you'', and continued playing the beautiful melody. John wanted to say that Sherlocks eyes were beautiful too, but didn't, in the fear of it being weird. Eventually John went back to bed, thinking, what in the bloody hell was that.

- Morning -

First thing that John heard in the morning was Sherlock yelling and cursing. He rushed down the stairs in worry and fear of what might have happened. When he got in the living room and saw Sherlock jumping on one foot and holding the other one in his hands. ''Aaare youu ok?'', ''I'm fine John, I just hit my pinky toe on the leg of the table'', ''Alright then'' John said, and nodded. ''I'm going to change out of my pjamas now'' Sherlock said, as he walked into his room.  John went to make them both some coffee, but stopped and walked to Sherlock's room's door, ''Sherlock! Do you want coffee or tea?'' No answer, John hesitated, but slowly opened the door, ''Hey Sherlock-'' he stopped, as he saw Sherlock taking off his shirt. John couldn't help but stare at Sherlock's beautiful upper body... ''Yes John?'', John was still checking him out as Sherlock asked again ''John?'', John's gaze switched from Sherlock's abs to his face and into his eyes, oh those beautiful eyes. They stared in each others eyes for a long time, until John finally looked away and caught himself blushing as Sherlock relized John was staring. ''John?'' He asked again, ''John you're blushing'', John's eyes widened and he covered his face with his hands, but it was too late, Sherlock had seen it already. ''So uh, I was just wondering i-if you wanted coffee or tea?'' John asked,  Sherlock didn't answer right away, but instead asked John; ''Why were you staring?'', ''Uhh..'' was all John could say.

Sudden realization washed over Sherlock, ''Oh.. OH,'' he looked down at himself as he said this, ''Sorry I'm not clothed yet'' Sherlock said with a smile, ''Yeah uh.. about that drink..'', ''Oh, tea will do just fine'', John nodded and closed the dor as he walked back into the kitchen. 'Goddamn it, why did I stare?' John thought to himself. 'I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'M NOT GAY' John repeated in his head.

Sherlock walked in to the kitchen just in time when the tea was ready. They both sat down at the kitchen table, witch naturally had some science equiptment on it. John started to read the newspaper to avoid looking at Sherlock, but he couldn't resist, he made a sideways glance at him, just a quick one though, then, he grew bolder and looked Sherlock in the eyes, witch weren't looking back at John so he thought he couldn't get caught. He was wrong, oh so wrong, soon Sherlock noticed and they were making eyecontact again, neither of them looking away for a while. Sherlock turned his head more towards John, and they continued to stare in each others eyes. Then John broke the silence ''So uh, sorry that I ran into you back there, I should've knocked first'', ''I-it's fine, luckily I only had my shirt off'' Sherlock said with a smirk. John began to blush again, and turned to read the newspaper. Sherlock got up to wash his mug and brushed his arm [accidentally ;)] on John's side, he began to blush even more and buried his face into the paper, Sherlock probably didn't think much of it, or then it was an experiment ;). Sherlock clearly was aware that he 'accidentally' touched John, and glanced back at him to see John's reaction. Sherlock smirked.

- Later that day -

Sherlock and John had just solved a crime, succesfully as usual, something odd happened at the crime scene though...

*flashback*

''Alright, I'll leave you two to it then and be back in twenty minutes, I have to take care of something.'' Said Lestrade. Normally Sherlock would've only needed two minutes but he let it slide this time. As Sherlock was examining the body of the murder victim, John couldn't help but stare again, not as if it wasn't normal for John to watch as Sherlock made his deductions, but this time it was different, John didn't know why, or how, but it was. He felt more, attracted to Sherlock, 'No, it's just all in my head!' John thought to himself, but was it really? Was John just facinated by Sherlock like usually? Or was there something else?

Sherlock got up. He started to explain everything to John, and he was listening very carefully, more carefully than usually. He hadn't even noticed how close he had gotten to Sherlock, until he felt his breath on his face, John still didn't back away though. Suddenly Sherlocks words weren't so clear to John anymore, he was constantly glancing at his lips and his eyes, it felt like the world around him blurred and dissappeared and the only thing he could focus on was Sherlock. He stopped rambling about the body suddenly, and focused on John's face more, they were EXTREMELY close, their noses almost touched each other. John's head started to bend to his right as he leaned in closer, and Sherlock's head was bending to his right and their lips parted as they leaned in closer, and closer...

[SORRY NOT SORRY for the cliffhanger :D]