A/N: some more Johnlock for you. I ain't even sorry.
Sherlock is quite OOC in this :s
(this has no beta all mistakes are my own and fault.)
"Hey John, I dare you to-" *hiccup* "-to get that guys number!" Stamford yelled across the table, even though John was slouched right next to him. Stamford was a little drunk. He had drunk 3 beers and lost count of how many shots of tequila he had downed. Okay, more than a little. A lot drunk.
John scanned the room, ignoring the winks men were sending him. The bar stools was lined with men of all types and sizes and ages.
"Which one?" He asked, his words slightly slurred.
John was also a little more than drunk. It was Mikes birthday and John never passed up the chance to go drinking in a gay bar.
"The fit brunette at the end." Mike giggled.
Ah, John thought, that one. He had caught his eye when they came in. The mysterious brunette was obviously here for a shag, something John could deliver.
"How much?" John asked.
"I'll give you a tenner [£10] and a condom for you two." Stamford's giggles turned to laughter.
"Done." John smirked, he stood up and made his way to the brunette at the end.
One of the best things about hanging around with Mike, was the fact that he was gay, just like John. Mike loved gay bars, John loved gay bars. They were double trouble. Both John and Mike had had numerous one night stands from this place, 'Toxic Passion', so they liked it best.
John sat down next to the brunette.
"Hey, handsome. Why are you all alone? You looking for some company?" John smirked. His voice was practically unrecognisable under the deep sexy voice John staged.
The brunette didn't reply and kept his face down.
"What's the matter babe?" John cooed, rubbing the brunettes back softly, tracing circles over his silky purple shirt.
"I'm busy." The brunette muttered, still not looking up at John.
"I just want to make you happy. Make you feel good." John trailing his hand further down the brunettes back.
"Will you leave me al-" the brunette looked up and saw John, eyes widening.
"John?" The brunette asked.
"Sherlock, what are you doing in a gay bar?" John spluttered, removing his hand as if burnt.
"It's for a case. What are you doing in a gay bar?." Sherlock poked John in the chest. "Wait, no don't answer that. Always knew you were gay. Didn't know I was your type, though." Sherlock smirked.
"No, absolutely not. Mike dared me to get your number." John defended, folding his arms.
"John I can read anybody. You like me and we both know it." Sherlocks smirk widened, getting more pleases with each crazed glare in Johns eyes.
"John, how much have you drunk?" Sherlock laughs, as John tries to get up and walk away but falls back down on the stool.
"More than a bit too much." John hiccuped, the force making him fall off his stool. Sherlock reached out and caught him, holding him steady.
"You're really warm, Sherly." John giggled, snuggling his head into Sherlock neck.
"I'm going to take you home" Sherlock muttered, mostly to himself than John.
John was light and Sherlock was strong, so carrying the half asleep John wasn't the problem. The problem was Johns wandering hands and his drunken words. He sent shivers down Sherlock spine as John lightly danced his fingers in circles on a part of Sherlocks bare chest, which John has somehow managed to reveal.
"Sherly, I lurrrrveee you so much. I want marrry you and keep you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever." John smiled up at Sherlock who didn't look back but smirked to himself.
John wrapped his arms around Sherlocks neck and snuggled in as close as physics allowed. When he was finally asleep he started making cute noises that sounded like purring.
John awoke again just as Sherlock was tucking him into bed. He kept his eyes closed and waited for Sherlock to finish. He felt lips on his forehead and heard Sherlocks footsteps head towards the door.
"Wait!" John whisper yelled after him.
Sherlock turned to face John.
"Don't go." John whimpered. He suddenly felt vulnerable. Sherlock sat next to John on the bed.
John lifted to duvet for Sherlock to crawl under. Even in his state, John noticed how patient Sherlock was being. The brunette shuffled in next to John, providing glorious warmth. John pulled him closer, like a teddy bear. He rested his head across Sherlocks chest, loving the rise and fall of each breath.
"Goodnight Sherly." John whispered, linking his fingers into Sherlocks and kissing his hand. Sherlock relaxed and moved his other hand to stroke Johns hair soothingly.
It's not every morning John gets to wake up next to his favourite person. But this morning it was.
"Good morning, John." Sherlock chirped, obviously in a good mood.
John yelped and jumped away from Sherlock, moving away from his warmth. He doesn't notice when Sherlock reaches his hands out to pull John back as Sherlock retracts them quickly.
"How drunk was I? Did we... you know?" John asked, a worried look on his face.
"Not very. And no, we didn't." Sherlock explained.
"Oh." John breathed.
"How long have you been awake?" John asked.
"Only 3 hours." Sherlock shrugged.
"Why didn't wake me up?" John shouted "I'm going to be late for work!"
"You just looked so... human. I was trying to read you. Find out about your dreams. Anyway, it's Saturday. You don't work on Saturdays." Sherlock explained.
"So how are my dreams?" John asks, sitting back on the bed but keeping his distance from Sherlock.
"Sad. You looked sad. I wanted to make you happy but I had no idea how. You kind of woke and asked me to hold you, so I did. Then you started shouting at me. Saying horrible things. You were right next to me but a million miles away in the place between a dream and reality and I couldn't reach you, couldn't help." Sherlock turned away from John and stood up.
"What did I say?" John said.
"I can't tell you." Sherlock muttered, walking briskly out the door.
"They were my words, I deserve to know." John yells after him.
There is no reply from Sherlock so John races out of the room and follows him.
"Sherlock, why won't you tell me?" He demands.
Sherlock spins on his heel and grabs John by the collar and shoves him against the wall. His eyes are stained red and his face is littered with tears.
"Because I'm scared what you said is true." He sobs, breaking ever so slightly. He left go of John and continued the walk to his room, slamming the door shut with a vicious BANG!
tbc...
If you want to know what John said or what's going on with Sherlock stay tuned for Chapter 2 :)
Thanks for reading