Everybody needs a bit of SherlockxJohn fluff, right?

Sherlock realised that he was panting. This was insanity. He could not let himself love John. John was a friend, a good friend, his best friend, but could never be more. For one thing John was straight. And even if he wasn't, Sherlock was sure that he would never be John's type.

Unless…

John's pupils had been dilated. On practically every outing with Sherlock, John's pupils had been dilated. At the time, he had put this down to the adrenalin, just like his clammy hands. But that too had happened at other times. Sherlock's mind flitted through memories, trying to solve the puzzle. That time when John had walked in on him in the shower. He had blushed furiously and excused himself but… John had stayed looking at Sherlock for a little too long. Was he imagining it? Surely he must have been.

But what about the time when he had fallen asleep on the sofa after a particularly long case. He had awoken to find John absentmindedly stroking his hair. Sherlock had of course pretended to be asleep to save John embarrassment and had promptly forgotten about it, but the memory flooded back into Sherlock's brain.

John had asked him to the party with him. As a friend. As a date?

"How could I have been so stupid?" He cried, jumping to his feet as nimbly as a cat. At that moment, he heard John staggering up the stairs. He sounded tired. Sherlock smoothed his clothes and attempted to flatten his hair. He was horribly aware of his height at that moment, and how John must think he was a gangly freak. He crossed his arms, waiting anxiously.

John entered the flat, holding his head and groaning. For one moment Sherlock was terrified in case something had happened to John, before he noticed a moustache drawn on his face with black marker pen. He smirked.

"John… You do know that-"

"Yes I do," he snapped back. "It was bloody Harry. I fell asleep on the sofa and she thought it would be hilarious to draw on me. It won't come off!" John looked so desperate at that moment that Sherlock had to laugh. John glared. "You wouldn't think it was funny if she'd done it to you."

"No, I wouldn't. I would be very annoyed at myself for getting into such a stupid situation in the first place."

Despite himself, John chuckled. "Will you help me? I can't seem to get it off." Sherlock stared at John for a while, wondering if it was some sort of trick. "Hello? Sherlock? You've zoned out again."

"Sorry." Sherlock tried to rub it out with his fingers but to no avail.

"I've already tried that! What do you take me for?" Sherlock didn't stop. "Sherlock?" Sherlock's hand had stopped and rested on the side of John's face.

"John…"

In that second, John realised that Sherlock knew. "Oh." Sherlock smiled. "How long?" John murmured quietly.

"I only just realised. You asked me to the party…"

"Yeah… Are you angry?"

Sherlock laughed. "No. God no, John." He pressed his lips gently against John's, scared to do much more in case John rejected him. He was pleased to find that John sank into the kiss, and felt a jolt of pleasure at the small moan that escaped John's mouth. It was soft and warm and all too good. Surely you couldn't get this much pleasure from a simple kiss? He snaked his arms around John and he soon followed suit. John's hand was entwined in Sherlock's hair again, and it made him groan.

John broke the kiss. "Bedroom?" He gasped.

"Yours."

They tumbled into the room, still kissing, before Sherlock pushed him onto the bed. John realised he was far too happy for Sherlock to be dominant in this, but as he hit the bed there was a nasty surprise. He heard a squelching noise.

"Sherlock? What the hell have you done to my bed? Is that gum? There's gum in my hair!"

Oops. He'd forgotten about those bloody kids. It was a bit of a mood killer. Before John had the chance to throttle him, he crept out the room and shut the door just in time to hear John bellow "SHERLOCK!" Sherlock grinned. Maybe he didn't mind Halloween after all. He'd got a treat.

Yeah, the ending's pretty lame. But I'm no good at writing proper slash so I thought I'd try and give it a vaguely amusing ending. If there's anything I've done wrong (which I imagine there will be) then please let me know. I know absolutely nothing about writing fan fiction (I've been on here for a total of 2 days) and any constructive criticism would be great.

Thanks for reading!

Cryptic Nymph