Gah its a school night and 12 am BUT IM CANT SLEEP SO HERE YA GO.

(Prompt inspired by tumblr text post)

Sherlock glanced around nervously, as he slowly dragged and downloaded the files of John Watson and his military pictures onto his computer.

He began to wonder how he even got into this situation in the first place... and WHY HE WAS DOWNLOADING IT ONTO HIS LAPTOP JESUS.

But we all knew why, and Sherlock decided to ignore that nagging side of his brain whispering words such as

John.

Sexy

John and sexy

John is sexy

Sexier in a military uniform.

Rank John.

Hot, dirty, covered in gunpowder, young, strong John.

In. A. Military. Uniform. Damn.

Sherlock shook his head at his own thoughts, as the files were 50% downloaded.

No.

Science. This is what it is. Science.

About John. In his uniform.

Of course to see how, ahem, he used to look. And how he looks now.

Compare and contrast things.

"What are you doing?"

Sherlocks eyes shot up and saw John staring at him at the front of the door with groceries.

John noticed how Sherlock had been staring at the screen mubbling things and, he was blushing too, and he was mumbling his name and-

What?

"N-nothing! I-im not doing- ahem, anything!" Sherlock yelled quicly, pulling he laptop close to him.

John saw this, and raised an eyebrow, stepping forward only to see Sherlock pull it closer.

John smirked.

"Nothing eh? Then let me see your laptop," John took another step forward, and Sherlocks eyes widened in horror.

"No!" He jumped up and onto his chair.

John grinned, seeing how childish Sherlock was acting, and he was also slightly curious on what Sherlock was doing on his laptop.

"Please?" He asked, and Sherlock swallowee, blushing madly before quicklh running from the living room and to his own room, John dashing after him.

Immediatley after Sherlock closed and locked the door, John began laughing rather loudly while banging on the door.

"Sher-heh- open up! I wanna see!" He giggled.

"Whatchya got on that laptop that you dont want me to see Sher?! Hmmm!" He laughed and Sherlock groaned, covering his heated face.

"It-its none of your buisness!" He yelled, and noticed that the file finishd downloading.

He clicked okay, and the file immediatley opened without warning him and tons of pictures of John flooded his laptop, and Sherlock squealed, pushing it away in suprise.

He heard John laugh harder through the door, and Sherlock stared at the pictures of John, and swallowed, not being able to take his eyes of a particular one. One with John without his shirt on, and he had scars and slight amount of blood and they were in the desert and-

"Sherlock! Im coming in!" John giggled, and Sherlock looked up in horror, seeing John pick the lock.

Quickly without thinking, he typed "Ash identification research part two: cigar" and then clicked 'save document' just as John entered the room.

Sherlock caught a glimpse of it loading before came in and grabbed Sherlocks laptop, only to see the screen with the desktop open.

John frowned, and turned to Sherlock, who was swallowing every five seconds.

"You're no fun. Oh well, now i'll never know," John teased, before leaving the room.

Sherlock sat there in shock, before breathing out a shaky sigh.

John without a shirt on though.

***

It had been a week since the incident, John forggetting about it, while Sherlock had possibly viewed the pictures everytime he needed help- ehm... To do science.

Sherlock and John were on a case involving different ashes, a case Sherlock couldnt possibly pass up, and Sherlock, being too focused on the task at hand, had asked John to look at his laptop and open the analysis labeled "Monographs; Folder A"

So, John did as told, going over to Sherlocks laptop, and pulling up the told name, and typing it in the search bar, before other relevant searches came up along with it.

John bit his lip, having not really thinking about it, opened all the relevant files, before beginning to blush madly to see that the second file he clicked was of him im his military uniform.

But not just that.

And so many more pictures.

"Uh-uhm Sh-Sherlock," John said, blushing while biting his lip and giggling.

"Yes John, bring the laptop over,":Sherlock said.

"Uhm-n-no its not that- its j-just..." John swallowed, and covered his burning face.

Sherlock suddenly realising what John was saying, felt his heart literally stop beating as he slowly looked up from his microscope in horror.

Sherlock felt like shriveling away from existence and insinerating into the sun, and it probably would have felt much more nicer than this moment in which he had to practically bath in embarrasment.

This would be making him cringe for years.

"Sher-sherlock? C-can i ask you a question?" John asked, finally looking up, pursed lips, trying to keep down his soon rumbling laugh.

"Why- ahem-why- WHY- do you have-uhm-pictures of me in my uniform?" He asked, his voice quivering as he spoke as he tried to hold dowm embarrased giggles.

Sherlock blushed a bright red, and groaned, banging his head on the counter.

This made John burst into laughter, and Sherlock could feel his toes curl, as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sher- why?!" He asked, walking over, still extremely red.

"W-wait," John froze, suddenly remembering the week before, and swallowed.

"Was that what you were hiding from me?" John asked, and Sherlock nodee his head, which was now in between his knees, covering his red face.

John smirked, before lightly taking Sherlocks hand, and pulling him up.

"You know, all you could do was just ask," John munbled, tracing his thumb kver Sherlocks knuckles.

"F-for what?" Sherlock peeped.

"To see me in my uniform. Pull rank," He wiggled his eyebrows, and Sherlock turned an unbelievable red, before John took his lips onto his own.

After a long, causing weakened knee kiss, John pulled away.

"Do you still want that?" John asked, and Sherlock swallowed, before nodding slowly.

"Then get in the bedroom soldier,"

I CANT BELIEVE I JUST WROTE THIS SHIT WTF.

lol, but we all know about shers military kink i mean cmon.