Hello lovelies! My second Johnlock oneshot of the day! The boss is on a rollllllll... (Disney reference BTW)
TheGreatFaultInFandoms, this is the one I wouldn't let you read when we were working on the experiment- so this is for you.
John Watson turned on his laptop and typed John Watson Blog into Google. As usual, his blog came up first, but unusually, another suggestion came up underneath it. 'Johnlock Fanfiction Archive'. Mystified, he tapped on it. He was completely thrown with what he saw. Endless stories, about him and… Sherlock. He stared at the screen.
He sat there, torn, for over five minutes, but then, clicked on the first story. It opened in a very graphic scene about him and Sherlock… having sex. He exited very fast and tried the next one. It was actually quite good… wait. These stories were about him and Sherlock… doing things. So why was he… enjoying them? Really enjoying them. Getting very engrossed in them. Oh dear Lord. He wasn't gay. No.
The following day, while John was out at the supermarket, Sherlock pounced on his laptop and opened it. He had been engrossed in something all yesterday evening, and Sherlock wanted to know what it was. Internet history. Sherlock gasped. 'Sherlock and John, the love story.'
'Johnlock, how it all began'
'John and Sherlock, the first kiss…' The list went on forever. Sherlock opened up the first one.
When John got back from the supermarket, he found Sherlock using… HIS laptop. Oh God. Had he deleted his internet history from yesterday? "Sherlock!" he said.
"Oh, hello, John. I was just looking at what kept your attention all yesterday evening." John blushed. Oh no. "S-s- sorry."
"I can see what you were so engrossed about. These are… intriguing." John stared at him, completely baffled. "Well, you must have liked them, John, you were reading them all evening."
"I… er… I…"
"I liked them." What? He- liked them?
"You did?"
"Very much so."
"So did I," confided John. Why was he saying that? Why was he thinking these-thoughts- about Sherlock? How had he never noticed that Sherlock had perfectly-shaped lips… NO.
"Did you? That's interesting." John dropped his gaze foolishly. Suddenly, he felt something touch his cheek quickly. His eyes flashed up to Sherlock, who was now, suddenly, standing very close to him. "Sher…" Sherlock cut him off by bending down and quickly placing his lips on John's. He froze. But only for a second. In the next second, he was pressed up against Sherlock, his hands tangling through those perfect black curls.
FIN