sherlockscockywink wanted a food fight. So here we go, silly and smutty:

Food Fight – Sherlock promised to make breakfast, but when does anything go according to plan?

teaser below the cut

John and Sherlock stood in their pants in the early morning kitchen. John was glaring at the mess in Sherlock’s frying pan. “That is NOT how you make an omlette,” growled John.

 “Cooking is science,” said Sherlock calmly. “I am certain I am more than capable of producing an adequate breakfast.”

John reached past him and snatched the spatula. “You are a menace .”

Sherlock looked at his pan. “We did agree I would make breakfast today.”

“Yes and there’s a reason I don’t let you near the tea.”

The taller man pouted. “But John…”

Leaning up John kissed him gently, reaching for the pan at the same time. Sherlock caught his hand and there was a brief struggle for control until suddenly it slipped out of both their hands and Sherlock had egg running down his leg. John giggled.

Sherlock looked down at him, dragged his fingers through the mess and flicked it at him.