John inhaled deeply, his palms were flooding with sweat yet he chose to ignore it, this was far too important. it had taking months but he had finally gained the courage to do it, he finally had the courage to ask sherlock out. Once he sat him down on the chair john grabbed his hand and his friend replied with an awkward pat on the head."ok.." John hesitated "sherlock, we've been friends-best friends-even, for a long time now...and it's just, I was wondering..." He trailed of, he didn't know how to put his feelings into words.
"John, are you alright?" Sherlock asked with concern, "o-of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
"For starters your hand is on my crotch," he chuckled which made johns heart melt, he had such a beautiful laugh.
Suddenly he realised what he said and pulled his hand away in embarrassment, resulting in him knocking over sherlocks tea.
"Oh god I'm so sorry," John tried to pick up the mug but ended up dropping it on the floor, tears started to trickle down his cheek, this couldn't get any worse. He tried to cover up his cries but it was too late,
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this...I'm pathetic, i just wanted this to be special, I'm an idiot for thinking this would go down smoothly. y-you must think Im such a fucktar-" his cries were interrupted by sherlocks lips pressing gently onto his, he wrapped his arms around Watson's waist , wishing they could stay like that forever. They held that position for as long as they could until sherlock slowly removed each others lips, he giggled "that shut you up."