It had been 3 years since Mary's death. John had shifted back in Baker Street with Rosie. It was 9pm and John was reading bedtime stories for Rosie. After he was sure she was asleep, John kissed her forehead, turned off the light and went to the living room. Sherlock was sitting on his couch with his eyes closed and hands joined. Without disturbing him, John picked his laptop and sat on his own couch. He was writing his blog as usual when Sherlock said- " Hi John." John looked up at him and replied- " Hi. Out from your mind palace! I see." "I was not in my mind palace I was just thinking." "What?" "Nothing important. Rosie's asleep?" "Yeah." "Then let's drink." Said Sherlock and took out a box with a dozen bottles of beer from behind his couch . "Is this one of your experiment?" "No. Just thought it can stop my mind from being a rocket for sometime." "Okay." John said as he took out a bottle, opened the cap and held it up, "cheers." "Cheers."
After few bottles of beer...
"Haha, and you remember Sherlock when we were hiding and he called you psychopath and you gave away our hide out by shouting you're a high functioning sociopath."
Sherlock chuckled. " I do remember John. You know I remember everything."
"Said the guy who doesn't remember that earth revolves around the sun."
John slipped from his couch. He put his hand on Sherlock's knee for support and tried to stand up but failed. Sherlock grabbed his arms, stopping him from falling and not their faces were inches away. They were looking in each other's eyes. John brought his thumb near Sherlock's cheek and gently rubbed his cheekbone. "I envy you so much Sherlock. Walking around with that cleverest mind, these cheekbones, pretty eyes. Why the hell are you so perfect Sherlock."
Sherlock parted his lips, probably to say something but no word came out. John was so close, starring in his eyes, his beautiful lips inches away. Sherlock pressed his lips on John's and kissed him. John moaned between kiss and kissed Sherlock back. They were making out passionately, hungrily but damn this breathe, they had to pull away. They both were panting. "Hahaha," John chuckled. "But I'm not gay." Said John and sat on Sherlock's couch, legs on Sherlock's lap, arms wrapping him. "No you're not." Said Sherlock and wrapped his arms around John. Both fell asleep on that couch.