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John had suspected for weeks.
Sherlock was ‘married to his work’, yet he watched John with a concentration that felt overzealous. Whenever Mrs Hudson teased them, Sherlock looked discombobulated and John supplied the mantra.
“We’re not a couple.”
Now the words tasted of bitter disappointment.
He needed to know. Aha! An experiment.
John showered, shaved, and left the bathroom door ajar. When he heard Sherlock’s stride in the hall, he stepped from the cubicle and reached for the towel, inconveniently beyond reach.
The door opened.
Sherlock stopped. His eyes dropped, widened, snapped back to John’s face.
“John. I— You’re— I thought the bathroom was—” His eyes betrayed him again. “Empty. Not occupied. By you. Naked.”
Then Sherlock backed into the doorframe, turned and fled.
John stared after him, smirked, gave him a moment and followed.
Sherlock stood in his bedroom pretending to examine a case file.
“Sherlock… do you fancy me?”
“That’s an unsupported conclusion.”
“You walked into a wall.”
“Doorframe.”
“While looking at my cock.”
Sherlock went very still.
John smiled. “C’mere.”
He took the file from Sherlock’s hands, tossed it aside, caught him by the dressing gown and kissed him.
Sherlock gave a startled squawk.
Then he kissed back with enough enthusiasm to make John laugh and pull him closer.
John steered him backwards towards the bed.
Experiment concluded.