Exploring a new case

The drunk kiss

This story is going to be a long one with at least a few chapters .This chapter doesn't have much of smut (sorry if you were expecting more of it) .This chapter is about how John and Sherlock add a new connection between them apart from solving crimes and being flatmates. It ends with a cute fluff scene. Again I'm sorry to disappoint all the smut loving readers and promise them the next chapter (coming up shortly) will contain smut.

It's a lazy morning, Sherlock woke up to the clank of the teapot and the cups. He stretched his hands and arched his back and let out a loud sigh. He heard slow footsteps approaching his door. There was a gentle knock on the door

''Sherlock dear, I've kept some tea on the table for you and John. Drink it before it gets cold. I'll be at the market for a few hours .Take care.''

''Hmmm....'' Sherlock groans in his sleepy deep voice.

He opens his eyes and everything was too bright and hazy. He immediately shut his eyes and tries to figure out why he has a headache. He then remembers that John and he were celebrating as they had caught the criminal after three long days of investigating and chasing. The got drunk heavily. He recalled making fun of John and both of them laughing their guts out. It was all vague after that.

He wrapped himself in a robe and lurched towards the kitchen ,where he found John, all ready to leave to the hospital. John poured himself a cuppa tea and saw Sherlock approach the table.

John flashed a small shy smile and looked away. Sherlock trying to maintain balance ,broke the silence.

''John, Mrs Hudson left to the market a few minutes before. She won't be home for a few hours.''

''Okay.''

Before Sherlock sinks into his chair ,John continues,'' I'll be back by 4. Be ready.''

Sherlock gives him a puzzled look and few moments later he realises that John and he had to go to his mother's place for a small family dinner with Mycroft. He sighs and nods his head .

John grabs his coat and runs down the stairs.

John's POV

Does he really not remember what happened last night? Was it so insignificant or Is he just badly hungover? Or Is he too embarrassed to talk about it? I'll ask him in the evening.

Sherlock's POV

Why did he give me that smile? Did I make a fool of myself last night? Did I do something I would regret? Why the hell can I not remember anything? We drank a beer , we started talking and before we knew we were laughing at the silliest things. What could have possibly happened ? Oh no! How could I have possibly forgotten about it?! Does he really remember the kiss? Did he like it? I hope he isn't uncomfortable with me. Tonight's dinner is going to be one awkward dinner for sure.

John is in his chair, waiting for his last patient for the day. He is lost in his thoughts about the kiss and Sherlock. He feels this strange attraction towards his dark haired flatmate even though he ISN'T GAY! He recalls Sherlock's soft and gentle lips brushing his, and how it lead into a drunk passionate deep kiss. He wonders if it was a one time thing or a budding relationship between the existing flatmates. He also wonders how would his experience of being in a same sex relationship for the first time feel like? Would he be the feminine counterpart or Sherlock? What would the bedroom scenes be? Would it affect our ''solving the cases together'' arrangement?

The train of his thoughts was broken by a knock on the door. He was successful in pulling out a quarter from the kid's ear. Literally. It was fifteen past four and John packed his stuff and left in a hurry.

John paid the cab fare and rushed up the flight of stairs. He stopped by the door and hung his coat.

''SHERLOCK! ARE YOU READY??'' I'M SORRY I'M LATE!"

Sherlock came into the living room with just a robe on and looked straight into John's eyes. Sherlock's eyes were showing regret, embarrassment ,love ,desire all at once. John, trying but unable to look away from those blue-green eyes, asked Sherlock in a surprisingly soft manner,

"Why aren't you ready yet? We were supposed to leave by 4:15."

Sherlock stepped closer to his flatmate, still looking deep into his eyes, noticing that John's pupils had dilated. They were just a few inches apart. Sherlock took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for what happened last night, I was drunk and I couldn't stop myself. I really shoul-"

John leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sherlock's, stopping him from apologising. Sherlock opened his eyes wide in surprise. John continued to press his lips onto Sherlock, when he pulled John closer and wrapped his hand around his waist. John deepened the kiss by allowing Sherlock's tongue into his mouth. He locked his fingers into the thick and dark curls at the back of the taller man's head. Sherlock let out a deep sigh as their tongues twirled around each other's. John slowly pulled away with a wide grin.

"Mycroft will be angry if we leave him alone with your parents."

"Oh Yes, We better get ready soon." Sherlock chuckled.

They got ready soon and left to The Holmes' Place with a cab. John sat beside Sherlock, locking his fingers into Sherlock's long and slender ones. Sherlock smiled at John and gave a small peck on his forehead while John rested his head on the taller shoulder.

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Hope you guys liked the first part. I am waiting for all your love and support. Again, I promise more smut in the next chapter. Keep reading!! See y'all tomorrow.