No matter what people said, he was NOT gay.
He didn't think so.
Not exactly, anyway.
He had had plenty of girlfriends, and been attracted to them. Sexually, romantically, the reason didn't matter. There were women in his life, which made him not gay.
He was only really attracted to one man.
One who could never return his feelings at that. He was sure he knew his feelings, but couldn't reciprocate. The man was a genius, how could he not tell his flatmate was attracted to him? Sometimes, he felt the whole world knew, other times, nobody at all. He fancied the other would want to jump his bones as much as he desired. But no; this one had to be so asexual.
He wasn't even sure he was attracted to him. Until his face started popping up. Always right before climax. It didn't matter if he was with an attractive woman, an ugly woman, or even getting himself off. That face would always appear. It was a wonder how he kept himself from shouting out that name. He swears if they were ever together… but that would never happen.
Of course not. All the men in London, all the men he could have been flatmates with, and he had to fall in love with this one. Not love. He was NOT in love. He was attracted to him. A crush, maybe. But not love. He didn't think so, at least. He didn't love other men. Not in the same sense he loved women. He couldn't be bisexual, as there was only one man he felt this way for. An asexual one at that.
Maybe that's why he was attracted to him. Because he knew his feelings could never be reciprocated. They were in close contact; they did work and live together, after all. If it were just one or the other, if he knew the other could reciprocate, than he wouldn't be so attracted.
Sherlock-sexual. That was really the only way to put it.
Author's Note: Welp, this is what I did instead of my English homework. Sorry if it was bad, I was experimenting a bit with a different writing style; I also apologize for the confusion in places- stems from my dislike of writing in first person. Also the minimal edits. Some things I edit a lot. This was not one of them.
I don't know if I want to do more Sherlock. Well, I know I want to, just not if I should. I may in the future, if the Ever Holy Stephen Moffat gives us more (there's going to be a third season, so this could happen. Also, I'm almost positive Moffat feeds off of fan's tears, so I'm expecting a fourth. Or some really sad Doctor Who… Or both.)
Anyhow, in the end, it's Watson's feelings towards Sherlock. I do think there's some attraction, at least on Watson's part, but Sherlock is entirely an asexual character. It at the least adds a nice element of depth to the relationship, one that I'm taking and running with.