I wrote this for my friend and she liked it so much that I decided to post it! This will probably be 2-3 chapters. Enjoy! :)
Sherlock ripped open John's bedroom door and flipped on the lights. John jolted out of bed, instantly reaching for the gun in his bed side drawer. "Where are they John?" Realizing it was just Sherlock, John growled and looked at the time. "God Sherlock what the hell?! It's two o'clock in the morning. For once in my life I was actually sleeping peacefully." Sherlock stood at the side of John's bed glaring down at him. "No you would've waken up around four with a nightmare. Now my cigarettes, where did you hide them?" Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes John sleepily shook his head. "Nope, nope. You're not doing this Sherlock. You've lasted two months without them so you certainly don't need them now. Use your nicotine patches." Sherlock began to pace around John's room, waving his hands around, "No no John this is more than a three patch problem. The case John!" Turning back towards John's bed, he slammed his hands down on the mattress, "THE CASE!" John flinched at the sudden noise, "Yes which you can solve in the morning." Sherlock turned around and began to pace again, "It is the morning. Besides I don't have time for sleeping, I have to solve this case. Which is why I need the cigarettes. No I need something else, something stronger." John massaged his temple, he could feel a headache forming. "Can you please stop doing that you're making me dizzy. Sherlock just go to bed, sleeping helps the mind rest." Sherlock stopped and stared at John, "My mind doesn't need to rest, that's the last thing my mind needs to do I need-" Sherlock froze, his blue eyes widening. Suddenly, a crazy grin broke out across his face. "Yes, yes brilliant! I don't need cigarettes, I need cocaine." Cold, biting panic began to prickle along John's skin. Sherlock's coat flew dramatically behind him and he began to fly down the stairs.
John jumped out of bed and ran after him, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants. "Sherlock wait!" Sherlock whipped around, "What John?" John grabbed Sherlock's arm, trying to steady him. "You can't do this! I won't let you. Honestly Sherlock please. You need to find a substitute for cocaine and cigarettes, a safer one. Please." Sherlock looked directly into John's blue eyes; instead of finding their usual warm glow, he found panic swimming in the depths of them. John's chest was shaking, and his pupils were small. Blood surged through John's arteries, throbbing in his ringing ears. Sherlock removed his arm from John's grip and nodded, "Fine. What do you suggest I do then." John was shocked at Sherlock's cooperation. John cleared his throat and nodded, "Yes well find a substitution. Maybe some tea-" Sherlock rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, resembling a pissed off teenager. "No, boring, dull," Sherlock shook his hands near his head, "Think John." John's cheeks began to heat up at the sudden idea he had. Sherlock, noticing this, quirked an eyebrow, "What John?" John quickly shook his head, "No it's a dumb idea." Sherlock grabbed John by the shoulders, "John tell me I'm desperate! I won't laugh." Looking up into Sherlock's eyes, John sagged in defeat, "Ok there's a saying. Hugs not drugs. So maybe, and I understand if you don't want to do this, since you probably don't like physical contact-" Sherlock stared off into space, and his eyebrows crinkled, "Hugging?" John looked down at his feet, his face turning red again.
Suddenly, John felt two strong arms around his waist, pulling him into Sherlock's chest. John was engulfed in sudden warmness, and breathed in Sherlock's scent. John's heart began to beat roughly in his chest, and John prayed that Sherlock couldn't hear it. "Not bad," Sherlock whispered after a couple seconds, almost afraid that he would break the gentleness of the moment, "I rather like it." John nodded, and began to feel suffocated. Thoughts bombarded his head, swarming like angry bees. They were hugging much longer then two mates would. John forced himself to break the hug off, and cleared his throat again. "Yes well I'm glad I could help. We should, uh, get to bed. Or I guess I should." Sherlock nodded, staring off into space again. After a couple of seconds, John coughed. "Yes well, goodnight Sherlock." John waited for a reply, but after figuring out that he wasn't going to get one, he started up the stairs again. Once Sherlock heard John's door shut, a silly smile spread across his face. Back in his bedroom, John leaned up against the door. Looking up at the ceiling, John frowned. I'm not gay, it was just a very nice hug. I'm just helping Sherlock. Laying back in bed, John fell back asleep. He didn't wake up with a nightmare at four o'clock, he was too busy dreaming about hugging Sherlock.
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