I don't care who hears us

John's hand touches Sherlock's cheekbone - Sherlock opens his eyes, they're hazy - and then slides lower to stroke his jaw, the right side of his throat, his collarbone; his breast, above his T-shirt; his right nipple. John's thumb lingers there, lightly, for a couple of seconds but the little nub peaks up; so responsive. So, so responsive.