No – I'm Not Gay!
Chapter 1
'Sherlock! Sherlock! Get back here. I'm fed up of you just sauntering off. Where are you going?' John shouted as Sherlock grabbed his coat and left the room. 'And why do you want to know where I'm going?' Sherlock said, stopping abruptly in the doorway. John sighed, Sherlock's velvety voice enveloping him. Crap. John thought. I'm not gay. I fancy Sarah for God's sake. Sherlock smirked at John's hesitance, and turned around.
'If you really wanted to know, I'm off to see Lestrade about a new case. Unexplained triple murder? Yes thank you.' Sherlock grinned. John took a step forward closer to Sherlock. He eyed his dark curls and sharp cheekbones. We all know why Irene wanted a piece of him, I suppose. John thought, smiling to himself. No john, no. John pushed away the feelings. 'Off you go then. Don't be too long.'
Sherlock smiled delightedly, looking at John's face. If only he realised. Sherlock thought as he turned and stepped quickly out the door, shouting a goodbye to Mrs Hudson. Turning back into the flat, John saw that Sherlock's door was wide open.
Almost tiptoeing towards the door way, he stuck is head round. He was surprised to find it untidy, looking at the crumpled bed sheets and pyjamas on the floor. He must have stood in here naked. John smiled. Perhaps he was gay, but only for Sherlock. He knew the feelings he felt were intense, and just wondered if Sherlock felt it too.
Stepping inside the room, John walked over to Sherlock's bedside table, and opened one of the draws. It was empty. Disappointed, John shut the draw, but something at the back was blocking it. Reaching in to the back of the draw, John felt something immediately familiar. My dildo, John thought, why in the world does he have it? Bringing his hand slowly out the draw, John inspected it. It had been perfectly cleaned and kept in perfect condition. 'I'd been wondering where this had gone, actually.' John remembered.
'Where what had gone?' A tall, slim figure stood in the doorway.
'Sherlock! Erm… I thought you were at a case? The one, you know, with Lestrade?' John immediately stuck his hand behind is back, and hoped to God he hadn't gone beetroot red. 'Yes. Came back to collect something. What are you doing in here?' Sherlock questioned, scanning John's body for clues.
John blushed intensely and figured the only way was to tell him the truth. Slowly bringing his hand back from behind his back, he presented the dildo to Sherlock. 'I found this. In your draw. I wasn't… Oh never mind. Here, have it.' He thrusted it awkwardly at Sherlock.
Sherlock half smiled, and stepped closer to John. They were literally touching bodies, and John felt a rush of excitement flow through him. Sherlock leaned in and whispered in John's ear, 'It's yours.' Grabbing the dildo, Sherlock threw it on the bed and pulled John closer to him. 'Sherlock, I-'
'No, you're not gay.' Sherlock murmured, pulling Johns coat off. John felt himself get harder as he pressed against Sherlock. He groaned. 'We haven't even gotten started yet!' Sherlock laughed, gently kissing his neck.
John pushed Sherlock onto the bed, taking control and quickly pulling off Sherlock's scarf and coat. He felt Sherlock pressing into him, and began to undo his own shirt buttons. Sherlock traced his long, delicate fingers over John's scar and pulled John down to kiss him. Sherlock flipped John over, and sat over him, taking off his own shirt and blazer, while kissing down John's stomach. Slowly reaching John's belt, he undid it and unzipped the fly. Sherlock dotted John's penis with kisses and John groaned as he felt himself reach his full potential.