Sherlock watched John out of half closed eyes. He was still asleep, with his arms wrapped around Sherlock. He realized that John looked beautiful. His brow wasn't creased in concern for Sherlock and his lips weren't downturned because of something stupid Sherlock had done. He was peaceful. Sherlock laid his head next to John's and pulled the covers back up over them; they had fallen off in the night. His headache and lightheadedness had gone away in the night, leaving him with only a dull ache for food. In short, he felt better. Just as Sherlock was beginning to drift off to sleep again, John stirred. John's eyes opened and it took a moment for him to register where he was and who he was with. His head turned and his eyes met Sherlock's steady blue ones.

"Good morning. Feeling better?"

"Yes."

John nodded in relief that slowly turned to embarrassment. His face was only an inch from Sherlock's and he was starting to grow hard. Sherlock appeared oblivious to the lack of distance between them, choosing to stare into John's eyes. It didn't help his blossoming erection.

"Your pupils are dilating."

John groaned silently. There was no way he would get out of this situation easily. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed and Sherlock's eyes. His too were dilating. He pointed this fact out to the omniscient detective.

"Pupils dilate when it's dark or when they're aroused."

"It's not dark." John wished he hadn't spoken.

"No, it's not. John, is there something you wish to share?"

John couldn't help his eyes as they wandered down Sherlock's lean body. He couldn't help his thoughts as he thought of what he looked like underneath the clothes. His eyes continued down until he saw what he had almost expected, Sherlock was as hard as he was. Without thinking, John reached out and rubbed it gently through the fabric of his pants. Sherlock jumped but then leaned into his touch.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes John?"

"Do want to do this?"

Sherlock met John's eyes and they both saw the unhindered attraction that they had hidden so well from the other. Sherlock nodded once as John continued rubbing him. Unsure of what he was doing, he reached forward and undid the top button on John's shirt. John did the same, marveling at the pale white skin that was revealed. Within minutes both of their shirts were lying on the floor with John's jeans. He was still rubbing Sherlock with one hand as he fought with his pants with the other. Sherlock was trying to get John's boxers off, but their arms kept getting tangled. In a moment of agreement they stopped. Sherlock slid his pants and boxers off while John did the same. John ran his eyes over Sherlock's long body. He was stunning and beautiful in the early morning light. Sherlock did the same while running a hand along John's chest.

"John, I need you." Sherlock's voice was deep and breathless and his eyes were wide.

John nodded in understanding as he slid down the bed to Sherlock's legs. He planted kisses along his thighs, feeling him shiver. He continued along one leg until he reached the top and then started at the bottom of the next leg. When he reached the top of that one, he lifted his hand and gripped Sherlock hard. Sherlock jumped and a moan escaped him. John smiled as he trailed a finger along its length.

"Dammit John."

John smiled wider as he wrapped his hand around Sherlock and began moving back and forth. Sherlock moaned again as his hips bucked. John moved his hands faster and Sherlock began thrusting to his rhythm. John brought him to the edge but pulled his hand away quickly. Sherlock looked up at him from the head of the bed with a look of desperation.

"Please John!"

John nodded his head and took Sherlock in his mouth. He repeated the actions of his hands with his mouth, leaving his hands free to roam around Sherlock's body. It didn't take Sherlock long to come, and he lay spent on the bed with his arms thrown out to the side. John's own erection itched to be relieved, and as he slid up on top of Sherlock, they brushed together, hardening Sherlock again quickly. Sherlock took a deep breath and pulled John's head down for a deep kiss.

"Your turn," the words were mumbled against his lips.

Sherlock flipped John over so that he was on top and began to kiss down John's stomach. He kissed down and over John's erection, and continued down. John moaned and threaded his hand tightly in Sherlock's hair.

"Sherlock, I can't wait."

Sherlock nodded and returned to John's erection, fingering it playfully. He ran one finger along it, back and forth for several moments, feeling John's entire body tense. He smiled and kissed the tip of it. Suddenly he took the entire length in his mouth and John bucked clear off the bed. When he fell back down, Sherlock replaced his mouth with his hand for a few moments before returning it to his mouth. He started slow and quickly sped up, feeling John near the edge. Sure enough, it didn't take long for John to come and then fall back to the bed. Sherlock crawled off John and plopped beside him, resting his head on John's chest. John's breathing began to slow down and he turned to look at Sherlock. He kissed him gently and smiled. Sherlock's stomach rumbled and John laughed.

"Get in the shower, I'll make breakfast."

Sherlock nodded and slid out of bed. John got out of the bed a few moments later and wrapped Sherlock's dressing gown around him. He threw the clothes in Sherlock's laundry basket and made his way to the kitchen. He found the fridge fully stocked and silently thanked Mrs. Hudson. He pulled out the ingredients for pancakes and set about mixing them together. Ten minutes later John heard Sherlock exit the bedroom and pick up his violin. He began playing absentmindedly, causing the flat to ring with the noise. John finished the pancakes and carried two plates out to the living room, handed one to Sherlock, and sat down across from him. Sherlock finished first, and sat watching John carefully. John finished and looked up.

"Can we try something?"

The look in Sherlock's eyes told John that his idea had nothing to do with the food they had just finished.

"It depends. What do you want to try?"

"Doing it again, only out here."

John smiled, he had an idea of his own.