There weren't often days like this, John thought. Where instead of having to rush off every other hour to some obscure spot where a case was taking place, they could just stroll calmly through London simply for pleasure rather than need. Just being able to walk arm in arm with his boyfriend was more than enough for John and he was extremely happy at the moment.
Yes that's right, Sherlock Holmes the one and only consulting detective was his boyfriend, had been since about a month after he had moved into the flat with him. Honestly he was surprised that no one knew yet. As so many people on cases just assumed one would think that the very people they worked with would have guessed. But surprisingly enough no one had (except Mycroft, as he basically stalked them with cameras everywhere). Sure they joked about it, trying to embarrass the duo, not knowing how entirely right their jokes were. It was quite ludicrous, John thought, but then again what isn't ludicrous when Sherlock Holmes is involved.
They had started off as just flat mates, but didn't last very long. It started off as just the occasional moment where he would catch himself admiring how Sherlock looked, or how he liked some of his little quirks. But it soon escalated to where he would openly stare at the detective's arse as he bent over to do something, and what a nice arse it was if he did say so himself. It was on one of these occasions that Sherlock had promptly turned around and kissed him senseless. Even though it had been over a year John could remember it like it was yesterday.
***Flashback***
The sudden pressure and sensation of lips pressing against his own had John reeling. As he gasped he felt a warm tongue press its way into his mouth, sweeping over his own tongue and drawing a moan out of the soldier. As the tongue explored every inch of his mouth, John faintly registered being backed into a wall and pressed against it as a leg made its way between his own. He used his hands to pull the warm body pressed against him impossibly closer, tangling one hand into a delicious mess of curls. As the need to breathe over took him he reluctantly broke away and looked at the consulting detective, the realization of who he had been snogging finally dawning on him. Opening his mouth to question the sociopath, he was beat to it by said sociopath.
"I had my suspicions about two weeks ago, but I was able to confirm them today." Sherlock said.
"What took you so long, usually it would only take you maybe a day to figure it out." John asked.
"Well it's rather hard to notice if someone is attracted to you when you yourself are blinded by attraction to the same person." Sherlock said quietly, pulling John closer. John wrapped his arms around the younger man tighter.
"Well then, if we both feel the same way, why don't we do something about it." John said smirking, rutting his hips against Sherlock's slightly, letting his need be known.
"I knew you where going to say that." Sherlock said. John sighed slightly, taking the detective's hand and leading to his bedroom.
"Of course you did." John muttered, smiling to himself.
(If you guys want a slash scene tell me in a review and I will post it.)
***End Flashback***
When ever they went walking like this they eventually got to a part of the walk when Sherlock would deduce what was going on in the live of the people around them. While some would be annoyed at this, John found it rather hilarious. And after over a year of being so close with Sherlock he had picked up a few things, and now he could join in with out utterly failing. And right now they had come to that part of the walk.
"She has just come back from the doctor's office. Has a nasty yeast infection, and is trying to pick up the ointment for it without turning too many heads." Sherlock said, gesturing towards a young lady heading towards a pharmacy.
"He just got caught having an affair by his wife. He's been kicked out and by the looks of it his mistress wont let him stay with her as she is still keeping the information from her husband." John said, nodding towards a man walking by in a rumpled suit.
"Spot on, love." Sherlock said, giving John's hand a little squeeze.
As they continued walking and making observations they came across the section of street that they had stood on after John shot the cabbie and where Sherlock had protested against the shock blanket. It had been their first case together. Feeling his arm being let go, John turned toward the consulting detective only to see him down on one knee. John's eyes widened at what he saw, hope welling up in his chest.
"John, even though I detest weddings and find them utterly useless, I have found that this past year and a half with you has been the happiest time of my life. And I want to spend the rest of it with you. Will you marry me?" Sherlock said, holding out a wedding band made of silver with a swirl of black going through the middle of it.
"Yes, of course! Of course I want to spend the rest of my time with you." John exclaimed, pulling Sherlock up and into a searing kiss. Stepping back he looked at the dark haired man. "You know, we don't need a wedding if you don't want one. We can just get the papers signed and call it done if you'd prefer."
"Oh thank God!" Sherlock sighed. "I really do detest them. They are useless."
"Which is why we don't need one. It is about you too, although I do appreciate you willing to do this." John said, smiling up at his man.
"That would be because I love you." Sherlock said, pecking John on the lips sweetly.
"Well then, lets go get married." John said, linking his arm with Sherlock's once more.
"Yes." Sherlock agreed, slipping the ring on John's finger.
The next day they were called into the station for a triple death that involved a janitor and 15 cats. As John was talking with Lestrade while Sherlock was looking at the crime scene, Greg noticed the ring on his hand.
"I didn't know you were seeing anyone." He said casually. John looked startled at the change of topic.
"Oh, yeah. I have been for a while actually." John replied.
"I didn't know you were getting married either." Greg added.
"Yeah, well it was pretty fast." John answered vaguely.
"How was the wedding?" Lestrade asked.
"There wasn't one." John said. Lestrade eyes widened.
"What? No wedding? Why would you do that?" He asked, bewildered.
"Well he doesn't much like weddings so we decided to just sign the papers for it." John explained, smiling slightly at the shock crossing Lestrade's face at the realization he had married a man.
"Oh you're- well I was always just joking, blimey." Greg stuttered.
"Yes well if you'll excuse me." John said politely, removing himself from the conversation to go take a look at the bodies.
Greg had been so shocked he hadn't remembered to ask who John had married. As he looked over to where John and Sherlock were he noticed a shimmer off of something on the consulting detective's hand. Surely that couldn't be- But then his suspicions were confirmed when he saw Sherlock lean over and give the ex-soldier a kiss on the lips.
"Oi! What are you doing?" Donovan shouted at the detective. Greg could almost feel the man's annoyance from here.
"Honestly I would think even an idiot such as your self would be able to see I'm kissing my husband. If you shagging Anderson has really made you that stupid I highly suggest you stop." Sherlock said coldly. Taking John's hand he led him over to Greg.
"It was the bell boy." he said simply, and then proceeded to walk away and hail a cab with his husband and left the crime scene behind, as well as a stunned department.
