Chapter One:

Home For Christmas

John had to cancel his plans with his now ex-girlfriend, Janet, and that hadn't gone so well. He sat in his chair reading a book when Sherlock got home, he put the book down and turned his head looking at consulting detective whom was looking around.

"Oh, hi." John said when he got no response he asked, "You all right?"

The brunette started to walk away. "Hope you didn't mess up my sock index this time."

John turned his head away and let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't believe that he was home on Christmas night after a break up with his latest girlfriend all because he needed to stay with Sherlock. He was starting to think everyone was right, that he liked Sherlock as more than a friend but he wasn't gay or, at least, that's what he was telling himself every time someone suggested the idea of him and Sherlock together. He got out of his chair and started towards his bedroom but stopped when he thought of checking on Sherlock.

He walked down the small hallway leading to the brunette's room and peeked in to see the detective playing his violin. The blond stood there for some time, just watching the other play with elegance. Eventually he started to admire the consulting detective's figure and how he moved when he played the music. The blond started to realise he was thinking of Sherlock in a romantic way, so he walked away without saying a word to the brunette and hurried to his room.

John remembered back to when they first met Irene and how he had felt jealous when he found her standing in front of Sherlock naked. He wouldn't have admit it then, but he did actually have feelings for his flat mate; he was falling for his friend whom didn't show many feelings but wasn't as heartless as he seemed. John had been feeling different about Sherlock for a while but hadn't thought much of it really, just figured he was lonely since he couldn't hold a decent relationship for long.

"This can't be happening, I am probably just that lonely… yeah, just lonely." John told himself, denying everything.

He stripped down to his pants and army t-shirt, lying in bed trying to think of someone naked besides Sherlock. He closed his eyes drifting into sleep slowly as he started to relax.

John woke up to footsteps at his door and looked to see that it was his flat mate Sherlock so he sat up, "Sherlock, what you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you." Said the deep baritone voice.

"It's two am shouldn't you be asleep."

"I can't sleep." The detective sat next to the doctor. "And seems you're up."

"Yeah." The blond said nervously. He looked into the brunette eyes and something was different but he couldn't figure what. When the other put his hand on John's cheek he froze as the other leaned in slowly and placed his lips against the blonds. He gave into the kiss and got on his knees moving closer to the other as he entangled his hand into the others curls. The brunette wrapped an arm around the blonds waists bring him as close as he could, the blond moaned softly as he was pulled on the consulting detective lap. Both pulled away and they made eye contact.

"I want you."

John opened his eyes jolting up looking around realizing it was only a dream he felt his heart racing. He checked the time and it was almost twelve, he had just dreamed of kissing his flat mate.

"Damn it." He whispered. "I can't fall in love with Sherlock." He put his knees against his chest wrapping his arms around them resting his chin on top of his knees. "Lord, help me, I like my flat mate."

He couldn't stop denying it but Sherlock would never go for a relationship with John because he didn't care for them and he showed no interest in anything that was related to a relationship. He started to relax again as his heart rate went back to normal. He didn't need dreams of his flat mate, it just made things completely awkward around Sherlock and the brunette wouldn't know why either. He laid back in bed and drifted off to sleep, hoping he wouldn't dream of Sherlock again.

"Home For Christmas" by Nsync

Yes i was listening to Christmas music in September actually i have been since July but i had an idea for a story where the chapters are based on a songs i have heard or even my friend has heard..even the title is a song i have listen to one too many times.