So, I do not own Sherlock nor will I ever… I hope you enjoy and please review, this is my first story on this couple :)

"Sherlock!" the loud voice of his flat mate filled the flat. Sherlock was sitting at the kitchen doing an experiment when the doctor burst into the room shouting his name. "What the hell is this!" he shouted and shoved his phone in his face. Sherlock gave a quick sigh.

"It's a phone, John. You should be smart enough to know that," Sherlock said without looking up from his telescope-like thing. (A.N: Sorry I have no clue what they are called)

"Not that, Sherlock!" he shouted, getting even more frustrated by the second. "Read the fucking message!"

"I have got better things to do with my time. Mind passing me my phone? It's in my pocket," Sherlock said as he glanced at John, knowing full well why John was so angry at him.

"No I will not, and please tell me why the message 'I'm gay,' has been sent to Nancy?"

"Because you are," the detective said bluntly. John was speechless as he stared at Sherlock.

"I-I am not gay," he said.

"Yes you are," Sherlock said.

"You sent that message!"

"Well done, John," Sherlock said sarcastically.

"Why would you do that?" John asked, his voice getting quieter but was still loud.

"Because you are." Blunt again as usual.

"I am not!"

"Yes you are."

"No, really, I am not and because of you I don't have a girlfriend anymore."

"Then I did you a favour," Sherlock said earning a glare from his blogger.

"What? How is that a favour?" John yelled at the detective. Sherlock was getting on his last nerve now.

"Because your relationship will clearly end in disaster, John. It's obvious," Sherlock was looking at John now. "About my phone…"

Sherlock grabbed the knife from next to him and began poking the experiment under the telescope. John sighed in frustration and went into Sherlock's front pocket of his blouse and passed him the phone roughly.

"Sherlock!" John shouted again for what seemed the thousandth time that hour.

"What John?" Sherlock replied, not even bothering to give the frustrated doctor a glance.

"What do you mean our relationship wouldn't work? I am not gay and you know that I liked her," John 's voice was quieter now but still had the same stern tone. Sherlock stood up and gently pushed john to the green wall of their kitchen.

"Yes, you liked her," Sherlock muttered into Johns neck. "But you love me."

"Wh-," John tried to protest but Sherlock pressed his lips to Johns. John couldn't fight it anymore. He loved Sherlock. He always had. It was always Sherlock. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, it was useless. He snaked his arms around Sherlock's neck as the kiss went from sweet to passionate. Their lips moved together and to two men lost their selves in each others arms.

"I love you, Sherlock," John said when they finally pulled away.

"I know, I love you to John," Sherlock said as his lips ghosted over Johns.

And that is how the great Sherlock Holmes finally got together with John Watson. The detective and his Doctor… Who would've guessed?

Hi, I hope you liked it, sorry if it is a bit (or a lot) crappy, Please review and tell me what you think :)