***THIS ONES KINDA SHORT, HERE YA GO 😂😂***

TYPE: FLUFF/SMUT

JOHNS POV

I sat in my alone in my chair sipping a cup of tea and relaxing with my laptop. It was oddly quite...too quite. Usually Sherlock was lying on the couch across from him, sighing of 'boredom'. Or he was up and running experiments. But no, today Sherlock was quite. Which was unnerving, god KNOWS what he could be up too. And besides it was always more entertaining with Sherlock around. I stood and set my cup and laptop aside and went to his room. I slowed when I realized that the door was slightly cracked. As I leaned in a little closer I could hear soft grunts and huffs inside. 'He isnt...he wouldnt...'? I blushed and prepared myself for....well I wasnt sure. I cracked the door open just enough to stick my head and part of my uperbody inside. My eyebrows shot up in suprise (and pleasure) as I saw Sherlock working out. I mean, ive always admired his sleek, firm body from afar, but ive never seen him do anything to maintain it. His back was faced towards me as he performed his squats and other activities, his body lightly layerd in sweat. My eyes glazed over darkly as I watched his go up and down. 'God the way his body moves..hell'. My thoughts spiraled downwards as he moved onto hand weights. As he turned to sit on the bed I scooted back so as to not be discovered. He wore little clothing with displayed how truley atteactive he was. His face was in complete concentration as he lifted one at a time. My face flushed again as he let out tiny moans and grunts, which straight to my cock. Seeing him sweaty and half naked, making those (EXTREMELY) delightful noises worthy of a porn star made me compltetely hard and made me release my own moan. Sherlock then looked my way and smirked. I gasped and backed out so fast that I tripped. I didnt even look up as the door creaked open. "You saw me the whole time didnt you"? I muttered and got up without making eyecontact. Sherlock let out one of his amazing laughs. "You arent exactly the definition of stealth". I growled and finally glared at him. He was obviously showcasing his trademark smirk and twinkling eyes. I watched with a rapid heart beat as he sauntered closer and leaned down right to my ear "Did you like what you saw". A pleasurable shiver shot through me. Sherlocks husky voice threw me over the edge as I shoved him back into his room. Not wasting time I all but gently threw him on the bed and straddled his waist. I took his arms and pinned them above his head. I locked my eyes with him once more "What do you think"? Before he could remark I rolled my hips and basically attacked his neck. Sherlocks breathe was now extremely shallow as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Ooohhh God John yes. Oh god please dont stop"! I released his struggling arms and easily replaced my hands with his thick hair. I let out loud approval as he gripped my hips and rolled back against my erection. "I. Think this. Will do for my. Workout". Sherlock breathed against my neck. I chuckled darkly against his neck and nodded "Yes. Now shut up".
With that we had a very....athletic afternoon.