Jumpers, Jam, and Confessions
3rd Person POV
Oneshot
Authors's note- R&R folks. BBC - Because Benedict Cumberbatch
You'd think 3 years living with a man like Sherlock Holmes, well in John Hamish Watson's case it was Sherlock Holmes one would be used to the constant life threatening and occasional body parts or organs in the fridge and he was but nothing prepared him for today. Even after the Reichbach and the fact that John's fist collided with Sherlock's face multiple, and I mean really John himself had lost count the boys were still close, best friends you could say but so far only in a platonic non-gay way even though everyone thought otherwise, even though John wanted otherwise.
Sighing John rolled out of his bed and went to their small bathroom to brush his teeth. When he was done he went to his room and saw laid out upon his bed the only jumper of his, the white one that Sherlock hadn't yet mocked.
"I don't recall setting that there. Oh well." Tugging it over his head and finished changing and went out into the kitchen to make himself a cuppa only to find Sherlock sitting peering intently at their blue teapot covered head to toe in pancake batter.
"This damned thing won't boil and I was trying to make breakfast for you and your birthday but I bolloxed it up! Damn!" he yelled at the teapot as he grabbed it and burned his fingers. Clearly it was to hot. John was stunned nearly speechless, Sherlock, his Sherlock did something kind just to be kind. Sherlock put it down looking murderous as John grabbed some ice from their fridge and a towel off the stove.
"Sherlock give me your hand." As John placed the makeshift icepack on Sherlock's hand he felt a tightening in his chest and blushed slightly drawing back fast. Sherlock moved his long fingers under John's wrist and took his pulse, elevated.
"John. I'm going to try something and you have to promise not to get mad." he said without moving his hand.
"Sherlock? What are yo-" John's reply was cut short by the consulting detective's lips on his own. Gasping John felt Sherlock smile against his lips. They stayed like that for awhile. Just them. Until however they heard footsteps up the hall announcing Mrs. Hudson's arrival in 221B."Oh my sorry boys I'll pop in later!" John jumped back from Sherlock withdrawing his hand as Mrs. H scurried out.
"What the hell was that Sherlock?"
"An experiment"
"You kissed me Sherlock, kisses are not experiments." John sighed.
"I took your pulse. Apparently Miss Adler is not the only one who wants to kiss me." he mused. "Why do you like me John?"
He paused before he spoke. "You're you. Perfect, smart cunning, even kind like this morning." John glanced around the kitchen. "The day before I met you I told my therapist nothing ever happens to me, but you breathed life and emotion into my existence Sherlock. The day I thought I saw you fall was when I realized - I love you, forever."
"I didn't realize. Ha me not knowing something can you believe it John?" he smiled. "I think I love you to."
Frowning John replied, "You only think?"
"Up until 5 minutes ago I was a sociopath but no, I do love you." Caressing John's face and smearing flour on it Sherlock kissed him. Brrrring! Sherlock and John's phones went off simultaneously. 'Congratulations, you may want to wipe off your faces boys.' M. The Baker Street Boys looked at each other and broke into a fit of giggles then headed up to take a shower. Together? Maybe...