Johnlock
John turned to look at Sherlock just to make sure he was okay. It became a habit, the army doctor didn't know what it was about the detective that drew him to obsess over his safety but he was fine with not knowing. The two men were in a cab (as usual) on their way to a crime scene, this one was only a five but they had nothing better to do. The song "wonderwall" by oasis blared out of the radio. Neither man noticed that the other was tapping their fingers to the rhythm and humming the tune until Sherlock turned to john, smiled and said " I wasn't aware you were a fan of music" john was a bit confused but then realized what he was doing and to whom he was talking. "Yes Sherlock" then john heard the humming that wasn't coming from his own vocal chords " hang on, since when did you know the tune of any song ever?" Sherlock gave John a big grin and whispered the words "Since I met you" john felt his heart flutter but he didn't understand why. He was fine with not knowing.
Lestrade came to the car to greet them as they were getting out. John payed the man and he left. Lestrade handed Sherlock the details they had gathered so far and led them towards the body. The detective bent down and began to inspect.
" Judging by his hair and shoes he was off to somewhere nice, but clearly didn't make it. His nails are short, bitten, that indicates anxiety. Splash marks on the back of the left leg, suitcase obviously. John care to take a look?" john, hearing his name snapped out of the trance he was always in when Sherlock did these deductions "Urm yeah sure. Okay so, buttons done up wrong on the shirt, he must have been in a rush. A spec of blood on the left knuckle but it's to dry and old to be his own so he was in a fight?" Sherlock nodded. He'd gotten it right.
They finished up on the scene and got a new cab home. As john reached to open the car door Sherlock accidently brushed his hand against johns. His hands were warm and soft and john could feel still feel the warmth on his hand and it tingled where he had made contact. He didn't know why the small touch made him smile and stop breathing, but he was fine with not knowing.
Back at 221B John made tea for Sherlock and himself and went to his room to do some blogging. He whistled an upbeat tune and heard it mimicked by a violin. It was louder than usual which meant the musician was near his door. John got up from his desk to open his door to a beaming Sherlock. "Figured out the case then?" john asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes but was still smiling, "obviously, it was the landlord incase you were wondering. And by the look on your face you are confused about the look on my face, well I have figured something else out as well" john blushed and became nervous. When Sherlock was this excited about something it usually isn't good news. Suddenly john realized what it was. It had been a mere thought he stored safely at the back of his head. He could live without Sherlock knowing, as he was fine with not knowing.
Chapter 2
Sherlock broadened his grin and announced to john, and every one else in Baker Street "you are gay" Johns heart stopped. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He knew he was going red and finally pulled bits of himself back together. "How umm, how did you deduce that one?" john was speaking in barely a whisper. "Simple, when out hands brushed together your pupils dilated and your breathing became labored. You've never been able to retain a relationship with a female and, I'm not sure if you noticed, but when I told you that I liked music other than the violin of course you when white as a sheet." He looked so damn pleased with himself and this infuriated John." I'll pack my stuff then, be out of your hair by Sunday." Misery washed over him like a wave of freezing water. " What, why?"
"I don't want this getting on the way of your work" Sherlock raised an eyebrow and then realized what he was saying. " No no john you've got it wrong! I don't want you to go and quite frankly I cant let you. You see, when you became my accomplice I have solved so many more cases than before you were here therefore you must stay." John sighed and he faced the familiar sense of disappointment." If you only put up with me because of the work stuff then I'm definitely out of here!"
"No john, honestly I thought you were better at reading between the lines! I'm just like you! We can be together like ordinary people" he put his hand behind his head twirling his hair and kicked the floor, then hastily added, "If you want."
John didn't know what kissing a man would be like, he wasn't fine with not knowing.
