((writing this on my phone, so excuse me for typos))
John's face fell when Shrrlock mentioned he'd never done this with a client. Did Sherlock think of him as a client? Just another client? Didn't Sherlock obviously didn't want to talk, but here he sat in front of John, who studied the foam on his cappuccino. John had been sure that what they just shared was more tha a business transaction.
Taking a sip from his cappuccino, John's moods lifted just a bit. Alright. So Sherlock didn't regard him as the usual client. John's eyes snapped up when Sherlock chose the word 'intimate'. Their eyes met, but John had to look away, blushing. When he dare to look back, he saw light rosy flush on Sherlock's cheeks. If the boy who sold his bodily services hesitated on the word 'intimate', this indeed must have been an unique occurrence. John was glad Sherlock offered him the time to think and he was very grateful for that, rhough he feared Sherlock might get bored or annoyed with him. John had heard rumours he had an impatient character.
John put his cup back in the saucer and became aware of the foam-mustache on his lip. While thinking, he licked it away, frowning. So many questions, questions that were embarrassing or outright scary and too personal to ask.
"I don't feel like a client. Not at all." John admitted, keeping his voice calm. "I will pay though! If that was what you were worried about!" he quickly adds, reassuring Sherlock in case he might have thought that.
Apart from the clattering of cutlery and rhe chatting of the customers, there was a moment of silence between the boys. John traced his index finger over his lower lip, remembering that only minutes ago, Sherlock's lups had touched him there. And not just a kiss, it had been a grateful, emotional snog.
"But what am I then? What was it then?" John asked, a bit desperate. He was utterly confused. "For me this feels like a date more than business. And all these feelings, they confuse me. I want to touch you and kiss you again, but that scares the hell out of me, because I don't know you, we've just properly met and fucked and yet it feels...."
John frowned again, breathing frustratedly through his nose. The words just rolled over his tongue without holdimg back his honest and embarassing confession that he wantedto kiss Sherlock again. And he wanted to do so! If only to test if he really had felt that... connection that had moulded between them. But it felt so weird at the same time, as if he shouldn't want that. Hell no, what if Sherlock didn't feel that way and he would reject him, say it's just post-orgasm talk. But it wasn't.
"It feels..." John tried again, but failed, searching for words. 'Meant to be' sounded far too cheesy and 'fine' didn't cover it. He bit his lower lip, facing the table in insecutity.