-Sherlock-

I enter the hotel room, I had to get the room number from Billy. John didn't tell me. Bad John. Wish I could punish him.

I shake my head, this needs to stop. I'm on a case, I can't keep thinking of John that way. My mind needs to be free for case solving.

"Sherlock?" John turns from his spot on the bed, raising an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing here?"

"This is our room, right?" I ask, confused by his confusion.

"Yes, but you never sleep on a case. You're up all night, figuring things out" John uses some weird wavy hand gestures as he frowns.

"We have little evidence, and everyone is sleeping. Dull lives people have" I say, still standing by the door. I then take in the one double bed. "Oh, dear.."

"What?" John asks.

"Hmm" I shake my head "No, this isn't going to work" I gesture to the bed.

Johns eyes light up in realisation. "Well, we're friends.. We'll manage. Just stay on your side" John chuckles.

"No, no. I'm a blanket hog and like to be in the centre of the bed"

John huffs "Well you'll just have to deal with it"

"Hmm.." This won't end well.

All my desires and now I have to share a bed with man that sits at the top of the list. Plus, I naturally hug when I'm asleep and have company.

"What's the issue now?

I wasn't too sure what else I could say. So I went with the truth

"I, erm, get cuddly when I have company at night" I looked down, it wasn't something I liked to admit.

John started to laugh "Really?"

"Shut up"

"The great Sherlock Holmes likes to cuddle?" John was getting red now from all the laughing.

"Shut up!" I snap, blushing.

Oh crap. Stop blushing. Sherlock stop blushing! I will myself to stop blushing. Sherlock Holmes does not blush, I tell myself. Expect when it involves John, a small voice in the back of my head whispered.

"Shut up" I hiss, more to myself.

John continues to laugh but cuts himself off when he looks up at me. "Sherlock.. Are you blushing?" He grins, enjoying this.

"No" I answer despite the fact my face was burning.

I silently curse my pale skin, I'm probably bright red right now.

John turns, crossing his legs as he sits on the bed, facing me. "You are, Sherlock"

"Shut up" I repeat, crossing my arms.

"Don't sulk" John says, slowly stopping his laughter.

I gasp, offended. "I don't sulk!"

John bits his lip, trying not to laugh again. "Sherlock, you could out sulk a three year old"

I don't say anything because I know he's right.

John pats the bed "C'mon, its late"

I bite my lip, avoiding eye contact. I feel my cheeks heat up again. "What about the cuddly part of me?"

"I, uh, suppose if we agree that we never mention it outside of this room.. I could deal with it" John coughs, a little uncomfortable.

"John, I won't be able to stop it once I'm asleep, I could ask Billy-"

"Sherlock, I don't mind"

I stop, looking at John. He's in a thin grey T-shirt and baggy black boxers, his hair is fluffy from a shower he had earlier.

Oh John, this is going to be a long night.

"Are you sure?" I question, stepping a little closer.

"Yes" He looks away, swallowing. I faintly see a blush on his cheeks. "I get.. eh.. lonely sometimes.."

I just want to squish him into a hug then and there.

"Right" I nod, walking over to my bag and ignoring my urges.

I remove my coat and scarf, hanging them over the dresser before digging my pyjamas out of my bag. The soft blue and white fabric feel odd in my hands, it's rare I wear pyjamas when I do sleep. I stand again, glancing at the bathroom.

I smirk suddenly, deciding to have some fun. This is a holiday, of sort, so why not?

After removing my suit jacket I begin to unbutton my white shirt. John apparently hasn't noticed yet because he starts to talk about the case and Henry Knight.

"Sherlock, what the hell are you doing?" He asks as I step out of my trousers.

I turn to face him, wearing only my tight black boxer shorts. John's eyes are wide as they rake over my body. I smirk, replying to his question "I'm getting changed John"

"There's a bathroom for that..." He's still looking me over. I don't think he even knows he's doing it.

"This is how I sleep..." I trail off, making the decision to act as I normally would.

"So, we're going to cuddle with you in just your boxers?" He asks as I walk over to the bed.

Sitting on the edge I raise an eyebrow "Problem?"

John looks down at my boxers, again he seems to not realise he's doing these things "No, I suppose not"

"Good"

I climb into the bed, switching off the lamp. I lay on my back, staring up.

Well, this isn't awkward at all.

I feel John's hand on my arm and freeze, my whole body heating up. John pulls me closer, his body pressing against mine. I can't move. It's too much. Being this close to John... I can feel blood rushing south at the thought of close John is and how easy it'd be to--

"Sherlock, roll over" John nudges me, making my thoughts vanish as he's urging me to turn so he can wrap his arms around me from the back.

I ignore him and roll towards him instead, burying my heated face into his chest. His arms wrap around me, resting on my waist and I can feel his fingers trailing over my hip. A shiver runs through me as I shuffle impossibly closer.

"You cold?" John asks as he pulls the cover closer to us, his arm tightening around my waist.

"Uh.. Yeah" I lie.

I feel John nod, his chin resting on my head. I move my arm so our chests are together as I let my arm wind around John. My fingers grip at John's top, secretly wanting him to take it off.

John's hand trail up my back a little and I shiver again, a tingly feeling shooting up my spine.

"Sorry" John whispers into my hair.

"It's okay" I move closer, again, our bodies slotting completely together.

I freeze, feeling John's front pressed against mine. I bite my lip, if either of us move I'm going to get a problem in my pants and John will feel it. Once again blood rushes south, leaving me slightly light headed.

Quick. Think of dying puppies.

John shuffles back, awkwardly clearing his throat. Oh...

Stupid puppies, didn't die quick enough.

I unwrap myself from John and roll up and out of the bed. I stand, balling my fists up, more then angry with myself.

I'm such an idiot. Why'd I move closer? Why did I even think I could cuddle John and something not go wrong?! Ugh. I'm an idiot. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Sherlock.. where are you-"

"Out" I cut him off, searching for my trousers in the darkness.

"Look, it happens, don't worry about it, it's not like it's because of me" I pause at his words.

With a sigh I sit back on the bed, my arousal thankfully gone. I lay down again, not touching John and facing away from him. "It was you..."

"..What?" John's hand settles on my shoulder as he asks.

"It was because of you"

The room is silent then. The hand on my shoulder freezes and suddenly feels ten times heavier. Then it moves down to my waist and I'm being pulled towards John.

My back hits his chest and his arms fix around my waist.

"John, what are you doing?"

"Cuddling" John replies, his forehead against my back and his hot breath on my skin. I involuntarily shiver again.

That's when I feel John has a problem down there too. A rather big problem, may I add.

"Oh" I can't help but smile and shuffle back, grinding my bum into John's front.

"Sherlock..." John realises a soft sigh as my back presses against him.

I smile more, before turning to face John. Without a word I press my lips to his, kissing him as my hands tangle in his hair.

John responses immediately, gripping onto my hips and pulling me closer again. He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I'm on top of him.

I pull back just as he moans. I sit up, my eyes wide.

No. This can't happen. I can't do this to John. It will only hurt him if I do this, if I do this it'll ruin everything. We must remain friends and non-sentimental.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, rolling off him. I face away again and close my eyes.

"Sherlock? Wha-"

"Just go to sleep John" I snap, pushing away the forming tears.