You Flipping Idiot!

A/N: Hi, I'm trying to keep things mixed and different so for Shrove Tuesday this is a Johnlock fic because I'm in a Johnlock mood right now. Please enjoy and sorry if you're not a Johnlock person. It's also really short sorry but Shrove Tuesday is hard to write about so yeah. Please review it really helps! Also the format is wrong it's something with Word I don't know how to fix it.

Genre: Humour/Romance

John walked into 221b, weighed down with bags.

"Did you get the milk?" Sherlock greeted in a very, well, Sherlock manner.

"Yes." John started emptying the shopping and putting stuff away. He opened the fridge to put away the milk, "Really Sherlock? A whole foot this time," he asked, staring at an icy foot inside.

Ignoring his question, Sherlock asked one of his own, "What's this?"

"Pancake mix."

"Yes, I can read, but why?"

"Because today is Pancake Day."

"Pancake Day?!"

"Yeah. Shrove Tuesday? When people use up all their spare food for Lent into cakes or pancakes."

"Bet Mycroft loves that then," Sherlock mumbled.

Now it was John's turn to do the ignoring. "Anyway, I thought it would be fun to make pancakes. And the mix was buy one get one free," John explained.

"If you're supposed to use up ingredients then why do people buy mix?"

"Because it's tradition."

Sherlock was silent a few minutes, "You know I won't eat them."

"Would you like to invite your brother then?"

"No."

"Well there you go."

The two men found out a pan and squeezed some mixture out. It slowly cooked and after a while John told Sherlock it was time to flip the pancakes.

"Do you want the honour?" the doctor teased.

"Don't be so juvenile, John."

"You're just jealous." The blogger demonstrated this by flipping the pancake up near the roof, spinning around, and catching it back in the pan.

"Give me that!" Soon both boys were showing off and laughing together. Then Sherlock tossed yet another pancake in the air. John stared in comical horror as it came back down, right on top of his face. Sherlock sniggered, and that snigger turned into a snort, and then giggling, and full out hysterics. John huffed as Sherlock grabbed his phone and snapped a photograph.

"Really Sherlock?"

"I'm sorry. Do you need help cleaning up?" John was surprised at this sudden burst of sympathy.

"Actually, that would be great. The cloths are – "John was shut up by the feeling of Sherlock's soft lips pressing against his. It wasn't anything rough, or forced. Just a gentle touch. So plain yet full of passion.

Sherlock pulled away and wiped some of the dough off of his friend's face. Maybe more than a friend.

"Never talk about this again." He ordered, hands on John's shoulder's, holding him at arm's length, before pulling him in for a second go. This time John was definitely kissing back.

After a while they dished up their pancakes and sat down to watch TV as if nothing had happened. But they were leaning ever so slightly closer to one another.

A/N: This is like half the size of the other one sorry but sometimes short is sweet. The format is messed up so sorry. Please review and stuff!