Ps: Dont worry, im writing a New Years One shot later tonight :)

Sherlock glanced at the mirrow behind John, which showed the car of the man they were hunting.

John ate a bit, a sandwhich in front of John and a salad placed in front of Sherlock, obviously untouched.

No conversation was shared between them, and John ate quietly, waiting for Sherlock to give him the cue to run after the man, that would soon enter his car, and drive away.

As John finished, he saw Sherlock glance at his food, and suddenly, and also suprisingly, Sherlock picked up his fork, taking a bite of his salad, and then resumed his eyes to the mirror as he chewed.

Johns eyes shot to Sherlocks mouth as he swallowed down, and he felt his breath hitch lightly seeing Sherlocks toungue dart out to wet his lips.

John swallowed, staring at Sherlocks lips for a while, before Sherlock looked at him, feeling Johns stare, and raised an eyebrow at John.

"What?" He asked, confused, and Johns eyes quickly flicked up to meet his eyes, a slight pink color forming on his cheeks from being cought.

"I... Nothing," John looked away, and Sherlock stared at him for a bit, confused as to why he was staring at him, before moving his eyes up to the mirror, and then immediatley jumping up.

"John, he's on the move!" Sherlock threw on his coat, and John looked after him as he ran out of the shop.

John quickly dug into his pockets, throwing the money on the table, and ran after Sherlock.

As he ran out of the door, he felt himself being jerked to the side.

He gasped, and Sherlock met his eyes with a quick glance, before taking Johns hand in his, and running after the car, dashing between corners, making sure not to be cought by the man they were following.

After a long run, Sherlock finally stopped, ducking behind the nearby dumpsters, making John bump into him.

"Shh! Get down!" Sherlock hissed, pulling John down to the ground.

They watched as the man entered the house.

-

"So what, are we just going to wait here?" John asked, and Sherlock shot him a glare.

"Its a stake-out John. Just be patient,"

They both turned back to the house, and as if on cue, the man left through his front door, and to his car.

They both began to become tense, each watching as the man opened the car door, and get in.

They watched as he started the car, pulling out of the drive way, and drove down the street, and into no sight.

Sherlock jumped up, and ran down to the house, glancing a bit, before picking the lock, and slowly opening it.

John sucked in a steady breath, and followed Sherlock into the mans house.

"Right, he's got the key somewhere in this house, probably hidden, or kept safe somewhere," Sherlock spoke, looking around.

John nodded, following behind Sherlock slowly, searching through some of the cluttered desks, and droors.

After 15 minutes of searching, John froze hearing the sound of clicking on the doornob.

Shit, I didnt even hear him pull in.

He swallowed.

"Sherlock," "What John?" "Sherlock, hes here,"

Suddenly, the door opened, and Sherlock whirled around to see the shadow of the downstairs door opening, with another in the form of a man.

"Sherlock what do we-" "Sshh John, quickly!"

Suddenly, Sherlock swiftly grabbed Johns hand, making him stumble a bit, and he pulled him into the closet.

A very tight closet.

They both held their breaths as they heard the man walk upstairs and into the room they were in.

John could barely move, feeling Sherlocks chest against his, legs awkwardly trying to pry from one another, only to become tanlged more.

After 5 minutes, John felt his back begin to cramp.

If he just moved a bit further....

"John," He heard Sherlocks breath hitch, and John froze, suddenly realising the position his legs were in.

"Im so-" "Hello?!"

The both froze, hearing the man walk out of the room.

"John, we may be stuck in here for a while," Sherlock whispered. John felt his breath hit his neck, and he swallowed.

"I... yes im aware," "So.. make yourself comfortable," Sherlock whispered, and John thought that Sherlock actually got closer, and hearing his voice deepen a bit did things to John.

"I.. alrig-"

He stopped speaking when he heard the man open and close the door again, the creaking of a chair as he sat down.

-

They were in there for an hour before John just couldnt take it anymore.

He moved closer, resting his head on Sherlocks chest, pushing his nose into the crook of his neck.

He felt Sherlock go rigid, before wrapping his arms slowly around John.

Sherlock tried to lower his pulse, feeling Johns hot pants against his neck.

He kept his mind still, trying to keep him out of his mind palace, because he knew with the circumstances he was surrounded with, he would create some fantasy, and he couldnt risk being stuck next to John in a state like that.

"Sherlock," John whispered against his neck, feeling his lips lightly touch it.

It took all Sherlocks will not to let out some noise.

"Y-yes John," Sherlock whispered back, swallowing a bit.

"When will be get out of here," He whispered, and felt Sherlock shrug.

After a long silence, John moved his head, his hand coming to cup Sherlocks cheek.

Before Sherlock could do anything, he felt John press forward, lips meeting his urgently.

Sherlock moaned lightly, before he heard the creak of the chair, meaning that the man got up.

John quickly pulled away, a small smacking noise as he unconnected their lips, innacted in the small closet.

They both stood still for a bit, both panting lightly, cheeks burning with flush, before they heard the man settle into bed.

Sherlock let out a breath, before turning to

John to speak again, before being shoved against the wall, lips quickly making contact with his.

Sherlock held back a moan, as John pressed past his lips, and began to venture.

He felt John move against him lightly, and he let out a small groan, before John pulled away.

"Ive fantasised about having those lips. Going past them," John whispered, and Sherlock panted a bit, breath hitching lightly as he felt John press to his neck, toungue meeting creamy skin, that John had always wanted to dip into.

"To taste. To lick and have. You," He said in a low voice.

"J-John," Sherlock gasped lightly, and suddenly hearing the creak of the bed, pushed John away lightly.

He felt John try and gain control of his nerves, breaths coming out in pants.

Sherlock pressed forward, pecking his lips lightly, before pulling away.

"As much as i would like to continue this, especially in a closet," he noted, feeling the heat of the closet close around them, and bit of sweat dampening his neck, and he couldnt help but think how hot that would be.

"We do have a seriel killer outside this closet. In fact, we are hiding in a seriel killers closet, and while this situtation is anxietedly exciting, we need to focus,"

Sherlock whispered, and John swallowed, and nodded.

After a couple minutes, Sherlock turned to John.

"Do you actually think about my lips?" Sherlock asked, and he could practically feel heat radiating from Johns cheeks.

"Well- i- i mean- i d-" "Because thats really hot," Sherlock spoke, and he felt John go rigid, before taking his hand and squeezing it.

"You have no idea how much will power im holding in, to not just shove you against the wall, and snog you until you're weak in the knees," John said in a hushed voice, lightly biting Sherlocks neck.

"Well you better wait," Sherlock said, voice a bit strangled from the bite.

"Mmm... Cant wait to taste you Sherlock," He whispered, and Sherlock shuddered a bit, letting out a swooning sound, and John chuckled against his neck.

-

After several hours, hearing snores, they slowly crept out of the closet, and out the door without waking the man.

-

It was 2 days after the incident, and John and Sherlock finally closed the case, it being solved and the man serving 10 years in jail.

After they finished with Lestrade, they hailed a cab.

The drive back to 221B was slightly tensioned, for John and Sherlock hadnt made a move on one another since the closet, and Sherlock sensed that the first thing John wanted to do when they got back to 221B was-

"Sherlock? Sherlock?!" Sherlock jumped a bit at the sudden hand on his shoulder, shaking him, and he was met with soft eyes.

Sherlock blinked a bit, and looked past John, seeing that they were back at the flat, and suddenly he swallowed, feeling his body tense in realisation.

"Uh.. yeah," Sherlock swallowed, and followed John out of the cab, throwing the money at the cabbie.

As they opened the door to the flat, Sherlock walked to his chair, settling down, and watched John walk by, to the kitchen, and beginning to make tea.

Sherlock kept swallowing, hands clenching the arms of his chair, trying to ignore John, who currently had his backside facing him.

Sherlock glanced a bit, trying not to look at Johns arse, when John turned around, a smile on his face.

Sherlocks heart began to patter as John neared him, placing the tea by his chair, and Sherlock looked straight ahead as John sat down, taking a sip of his drink.

"So, Sherlock... that was an interesting case..." John spoke, and Sherlock nodded, still trying to lower the pattern of his heartbeat.

There was a long pause, before John groaned in annoyance.

"W-what?" Sherlock asked, and John sighed, standing up, and suddenly crawling onto Sherlocks lap, legs on each side of his thighs.

"Sherlock, dont make me," John whispered lightly, tugging on Sherlocks collar on his shirt.

"J-John, i dont know what you me-ahh," Sherlocks breath hitched as John ground down on Sherlock, leaning in a bit closer.

"Im so done with you," John sighed a little, and Sherlock swallowed, eyebrows raised.

"You even said you wanted to continue... so... what.... whats you're problem?" John asked, a bit of concern in his eyes.

"I... John... i just... im not good with these things, and.. i dunno...im... im..."

Sherlock looked away, swallowing, and tried not to moan when John readjusted on his hips.

"What? Look Sherlock, its okay if im making you uncomfortable. I'll get off, and we dont have to do anythin you dont want to, and-"

"No!" Sherlock said quickly grabbing Johns arm, as he was about to get off him. John raised an eyebrow at Sherlock, but stayed where he was. "No- i-i mean...John.. im just..." Sherlock began to blush furiously, swallowing.

"Nervous," He mumbled, and suddenly by hearing Sherlocks shy voice, Johns heart melted a bit, and he reached in and cupped Sherlocks face, making him look at him.

"Sherlock," John said, his voice soft.

"Im sorry John, im sorry that i cant be what you want me to be-"

"You're so... cute,"

Sherlock froze, blushing a bright red.

"Im.. im not c-" "Yes you are," John giggled, and pressed forward, taking in Sherlocks lips.

They both held it for a bit, before John pulled away.

"Its okay Sherlock. You're with me," He whispered and Sherlock nodded, reaching behind Johns neck and pulling him down, other hand, pushing Johns backside into him, making Johns hips move.

"Mmm... Eager?"

"Very,"

Wow that was sexy.. ahem... Anyways, Its 4 am, and i meant to upload this before 2015 (Happy New Years loves), But now i have to upload my New Years special tomorrow, because im super tired. Hope you enjoyed this :).