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“You’ve got to eat!” John voice was tired… Tired of saying the same thing!
“I’m not hungry,” Sherlock mutters, “it’s too early anyway. Tea is enough…”
“Come on… anything. A piece of toast, cereal, fruit.” John sighs, defeated.“I’m a doctor and I can't even take care of the health of my flatmate!”
Seeing that John was upset, Sherlock concedes and picks a fruit before going back to his computer. Reading, he starts to peel the banana, slowly, his eyes remaining on the screen. As he didn’t pay attention whatsoever to what he was doing, the fruit stays suspended near his lips… Waiting to be eaten. John, unable to look elsewhere was nearly hypnotized Oh God… I can’t believe I’m being turned on by my friend and a banana!
Sherlock, not realizing how flustered John was slowly becoming, opens his mouth and puts the tip of the fruit in his mouth, keeping it between his luscious lips a bit longer then needed before he presses his teeth delicately to break off a piece. John, unable to resist, releases a soft moan as Sherlock repeats the motion.
“Something wrong John?” Sherlock asks, oblivious.
“Everything is perfect!” The doctor says as he nearly runs to the bathroom to… adjust his trouser. Of all the fucking fruit, he had to pick a bloody banana!