A/N: This is a oneshot. I doubt I'll be continuing this. But, I needed some silly crap so yeah. Here's this!
Warnings: Umh... JohnLock, but no sex. So, you're safe there. Or dissapointed, either one.
Parings: John/Sherlock
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Never have, never will.
Summary: John and Sherlock talk about how John is gay and that he served in the military, even though being gay in the military is frowned upon. Mostly, the conversations are serious but sometimes the conversation is so silly that it leaves the both of them giggling for hours.
John can remember a specific conversation that made Sherlock pee himself with laughter. They were curled around each other in the living room one night, talking to each other over a re-run of Doctor Who (are you my mummy?) when John started giggling suddenly. Sherlock looked up at him from where his head was laying in John's lap, "What's so funny?"
"I'm a gay soldier for the British Military."
Sherlock nodded, not quite getting the joke, "Yeeees…" He dragged out the word, hoping John would elaborate. He hated when John got the upper hand sometimes. Unless it was during sex, then Sherlock insisted John have the upper hand.
John giggled again, "What other terms are there for the British Army that aren't derogatory?"
It took Sherlock all of three seconds to get it and burst into body shaking laughter. Sherlock's laughter sent John over the edge and they both ended up laughing harder than either of them had in a very long time. Sherlock was laughing so hard that he had tears rolling down his face. He was gasping wildly, "I- I h-have to p-pee!" He held his arms around his rib cage as he tried to stand, but he was laughing too hard.
When Sherlock's trousers began to darken and drip neither man could stop the roaring laughter that escaped them. Somehow, they managed to settle down and stop laughing. Sherlock went to shower and John began fixing dinner. By the time Sherlock was dried off and dressed dinner was ready and John was already sitting.
Sherlock joined him and chuckled, "What?" John asked, quirking an eyebrow at his partner.
"I cannot believe that I urinated on myself."
John grimaced, "Please Sherlock. You know I hate that word."
"Would you rather I said 'I pissed myself.'?"
John chewed his food for a second before nodding, "Yes, I most certainly would."
"Fine, I cannot believe that I pissed myself." Sherlock scoffed, drinking John's tea. He set the cup down and stared at his boyfriend, "This does not go on the blog, John."
John remained silent.
"John…" Sherlock warned.
John smiled widely, "More tea, love?"