A/N: Hello, people!

I don't own Sherlock.

I have no beta.

ENJOY!

CHECK ME OUT ON TUMBLR. HELLY-WATERMELONSMELLINFELLON.

-A fun game to play for the holidays.

-I'm doing this because my OctoberLock was so much fun and I wanted to do
another thing like it! If you like Johnlock oneshots with sexy and fluffy times,
check out OctoberLock.

-Updated once a day until Christmas 2015.

1 December 2015, Tuesday:

Sherlock had found it stashed under John's mattress - a ridiculously easy place when searching for incriminating objects, do please gain an imagination, John - and immediately retrieved it, bringing it downstairs with him. his curiosity could not be tamed so he might as well see what it is.

It was the length of John's bed, made of soft fabric - cashmere - and was shaped like a large, green fir with twenty-five flaps in the shape of presents decorating it. On each flap was a yellow number from one to twenty-five.

"Sherlock, what were yo- oh my God, no!"

Sherlock darted left, barely dodging John's hands that attempted to snatch the tree away. He backed away from the stalking doctor, wondering what was so important about it.

"You can't, Sherlock!"

"Why are you hiding an advent calendar under your bed, John?"

"Sherlock!"

"I'll find out either way!" threatened the detective, already searching for the number one.

"Don't do it!"

Too late, Sherlock opened the small door and promptly lost all coherent thought.

It was a photograph. Like most advent calendars had, but this was different. It wasn't some anthropomorphised reindeer with a mutated, red nose. It was a person of the male persuasion. This person was none other than John Hamish Watson. And John, well… he was certainly a spectacle.

John was standing at parade rest, in a simple sleeveless shirt. His muscles were pronounced and a light amount of hair, golden in colour, peaked out over the top of the low neckline. John's tags rested around his neck, drawing attention to his well formed pectorals.

Sherlock could feel a stirring of arousal. He'd seen John in only his pants, fresh from the shower, but he'd never seen this. John was smirking at the camera, like he knew something the viewer didn't. And it made Sherlock want to lean in and see if he could learn this secret of John's.

A groan of dismay drew his attention from the photograph. He looked up, seeing John holding his head in his hands. "You just had to look at it, didn't you? You couldn't leave well enough alone."

"John, what is this for?"

Said doctor sighed again. "It's a game."

Sherlock stared down at the inviting look on photo-John's face and wondered how it was possibly a game. It seemed more of a temptation than anything else.

"It was something some friends and I thought up and began taking various photographs of me and putting them to the days. If I'm dating someone at the time, they get to reveal a little more of me every day until finally, nothing more can be revealed and then they get their gift. It's an anticipation technique and a bit of sexual torment all at once, because there is no sex until they make it to the end. But the relationship has to stay on track, filled with romancing and sweetness and there can't be any fights."

Sherlock looked between his doctor and the photo doctor and asked, "And the gift is?"

"Me, however they want."

Sherlock was struck suddenly. "I am playing this game, John."

John sputtered, face flushing instantly, "But we're not even-"

"That matters not. I am playing."

Sherlock moved over to the mantle and grabbed the hammer resting there. All he needed was a nail and then he'd hang it on his door.

Barely paying attention to John's mortified speech about propriety, Sherlock went about his task, internally reveling in the fact that when he won, he'd get more than just a glimpse at John, but the whole package.

A nice reward.

John was always so reserved that it'd be nice to see him without any barriers.

A/N: First is done!

How was it? Let me know.

Check out my other fics.

See ya! :D

CHECK ME OUT ON TUMBLR. HELLY-WATERMELONSMELLINFELLON.