Flailing wildly, John gasped for air and shoved Sherlock away with his palm to the other mans head. Because as much as he liked Sherlock, he never was fond of being jumped like that. This was bad. This was very very bad! Sherlock wasn't acting in control of his emotions and he was trying to get to the last check point. They didn't have time for this.

"Woah, woah, woah, Sherlock, calm down! You can't-- we can't-- you're not in your right mind! And besides, we have to go save Watson, remember? We can handle all this later just, no kissing. Not now, anyway," John attempted, swallowing hard. It wasn't like he hated it, it was just very bad timing. They were trying to save someone, for Rassilon sake.

"Lets just save all the crazy kissingness for later, yeah?"