Sherlock gripped his blanket in fear as he heard a bolt of lighting strike. His lip trembled as he brought the blankets closer to his face, 'Oh god, oh god' he thought aloud.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" asked a smooth, comforting voice. Sherlock popped his head out from under his covers to see John standing at his doorway.
"John, I'm completely fi-" he started to say when a strike of lightning brightened his room from outside his window which caused him to yelp. John's mouth quirked up in amusement,
"Awe, Sherlock" he said and made his way towards Sherlock to sit on his bed beside him, 'shhh' he whispered and stroked his hair. Sherlock reached for John's free hand and slightly caressed it. John moved his position so that he had been laying next to Sherlock with the covers over top of them both, still fiddling with his curly hair.
"You'll be alright Sherlock... I'm here" he chanted softly as Sherlock moved his head closer to John's so that their foreheads touched.
"Thank you John, I-" he started to say and was once again cut off by the flashing thunder that sounded very close to their flat. Out of fear, Sherlock grabbed for the nearest thing -which just so happened to be John's jumper- and tugged his head underneath it.
John looked down and hesitated before chuckling at Sherlock's behaviour. He moved downward so that his head was also underneath his jumper to join Sherlock. Sherlock looked up with frightened eyes to face John as he smiled warmly down at him,
"You alright mate?" John asked, and in reply Sherlock lifted his head towards John's and brushed his lips over top of his. John urged closer to Sherlock, wrapping his hands around his back, breaking any distance between them that was left and let his tongue slide over Sherlock's bottom lip. Sherlock moaned against John's soft plump lips as he moved his left hand to the back of John's neck and his right to cup over his arse. Sherlock smiled as they tangled their legs together and inhaled each other's air underneath the jumper that had been slowly stretching.
John leaned forward and nuzzled Sherlock's neck passionately as Sherlock's breath tickled his ear,
"I think I love you, John" he whispered. John smiled over top of Sherlock's warm skin,
"Don't think" he replied softly and started to suck at his neck. Sherlock hummed in pleasure as he slipped his hand into John's back jean pocket and gripped him tighter.
Once a purple mark had formed underneath his lips John said in a dainty voice,
"I love you too"