Careless Whisper

A crash was heard from downstairs.  John sat upright, sighing.  It was only 2am; he thought to himself, it could be so much worse.  Pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms he rubbed his eyes and opened his bedroom door, hearing a call.
"Honeyyyy I'm hooommmeee-"
It cut off due to another crashing sound and a slightly pained squeal as John dashed out to see Sherlock underneath a pile of paperwork, head rolling back as he started to giggle.
"I told myself… I have to be quiet…"
Sherlock said with a giggle as John began to take the paper off him.
"Because John was *hic* sssssss… ssssssssss…… sleeping."
Sherlock had a very focused look on his face.
"Sherlock.  You're drunk…"
John rolled his eyes, Sherlock looked hurt.
"Am not! Not-not-not-not!"
Sherlock said with a slight smile.  He held John in a waltz grip and for a moment sobered as he sang.  This was the first time John had ever heard the man holding him close sing.
"I feel so unsure, as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.  As the music dies something in your eyes, calls to mind the silver screen and all its sad goodbyes…"
Careless Whisper… one of John's favourite songs.
John frowned.
"c'mon… bed for you now…"
Sherlock now sounded like a young child when he asked 'can you come with me?'  John nodded, rolling his eyes as he took Sherlock into his room.

Sherlock laughed, jumping onto his bed, pulling John with him and pinning John, straddling his waist, making John blush with confusion.
"Sherlock, get off…"
John said with the type of tone you would use on a naughty child.
"I want to play a game…"
John raised his eyebrow slightly.
"What?  Sherlock its 2am, I want to get back to sleep."
Sherlock grinned, bending down towards John, still not moved.
"John…"
Sherlock paused, a breath away from John's rather frustrated and tired face.
"… Sherlock?"
John said simply.
"what's that I can feel pressing my thigh…"
John jumped out from underneath Sherlock, a bit too fast for the drunken man to react, meaning he fell slightly less than gracefully face first onto his sheet.  John was bright red.
"Go to bed Sherlock…"
He said rushing out nervously.
"I love you john…"
A whisper was heard.

The next day Sherlock was up early, drinking his black coffee with 2 sugars just before 6am.  His eyes were closed for a moment as his mind ran faster than ever before.  John would have realized by now that last night was an experiment for Sherlock… and that he was entirely sober the whole time.  That's why John was still in his room.  John pulled his hands down his face.  He rubbed his eyes, trying to get his mind around last night.  The mechanics of why he didn't want to leave the room.  He enjoyed being pinned by Sherlock.
"John?"
There wasn't an answer so Sherlock picked up Roo's electric guitar and began to play it quietly.  He could play it as well.  He never played it in front of anyone as it was seen to be one of his lesser known talents.  He was more famous for his violin skills.
"Time can never mend… the careless whispers, of a good friend… to the heart and mind, ignorance is kind, theres no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find…"  
John found himself listening to the sad and melodic voice singing to Careless Whisper, a nice guitar cover that he presumed Sherlock had heard the same time he did, when Roo played it.  It was by a band called Seether he thought for a moment.  There was something in the voice, almost as if Sherlock had a lump in his throat.
"I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm, though easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool.  I should have known better than to cheat a friend, the wasted chance that I've been given.  So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you…"
It was then John heard it, a single sniff from the other side of the door.  He slowly crept the door open, seeing Sherlock with his head hung and a single shimmering tear fall from his eye.
"Now who's gonna dance with me…"
Sherlock sang, quietly, clearly unaware of John walking towards him.  John made him aware by lifting the taller man's head slightly, nervously kissing his soft pale lips.  Sherlock's eyes closed slowly, as did Johns, who was enjoying it more than he could have imagined.  They remained there still for a moment before John pulled back.  Sherlock's eyes opened, a watery icy blue due to tears as he hung his head again.  John pulled Sherlock towards him, Sherlock moving elegantly as John wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as he began to dance with Sherlock.  Sherlock felt his breath hitch as the just rocked back and forth, holding John in his arms and being held by the one man he loved.
"….. I love that song… It's beautiful… as is your voice…"
John spoke shyly, Sherlock moving away slightly, smiling softly.  It was then john realized.  Nothing was as beautiful as Sherlock…