Watson and Holmes were investigating what appeared to be a suicide, but of course things are never what they seem.
Holmes is in his own state of mind, thoroughly inspecting every little detail of the crime scene. Watson is standing in the distance, observing his every move with admiration. He's had a thing for him since the moment they met. His pure genius and work ethic appeal to him greatly.
Holmes says something to him, in that alluring voice of his, but he doesn't hear a thing. He's too busy staring at Sherlock's beautiful hands, wondering what sort of strength they have. Holmes snaps his fingers, quickly breaking John out of his trance. He then repeats what he said. "What do you think, my dear Watson?"
He hasn't been paying attention to the scene for one second. He stared at him blankly, unable to say anything.
When he looked into Sherlock's eyes all he could think about was taking him into the nearest room and having his way with him. He couldn't shake the image out of his head, so he swiftly left the room, leaving Holmes in shock.
He stood there for a few minutes before he decided to chase after him. He found him, in the pouring rain, under a street light.
"What's the problem?" he asked, looking at Watson with concern.
"I can't hide my feelings anymore, Holmes. I have something to tell you"
"Sherlock, I have strong feelings for you. I think about you from the moment I wake up, to the moment I close my eyes. I even dream about you. You're the only person I want to be with, and I'd do anything for you. Holmes... I love you..."
Silence filled the air. Sherlock had no words for what just occurred. All he could do was stand there, baffled by everything said.
Watson was suddenly worried that he shouldn't have opened his mouth, but he had to. He couldn't contain his emotions longer.
"Well...?" he practically whispered into the wind. Holmes still stood in silence, his lips quivering from the crisp air.
Suddenly his mouth opened for a brief second. No words came out, but his eyes filled with tears.
He walked over to John, grabbed his arms tenderly, and kissed him passionately.
The first reaction was shock. John didn't expect this to happen, but he happily returned the kiss.
Rain poured down on them as their lips caressed the others.
Sherlock traced the frame of John's face. He slowly continued until he reached the button of his jeans. He desperately wanted to explore further, but stopped himself from doing so. He'd rather do that in private.
They continued kissing for what seemed like an eternity. When their lips finally parted, Holmes stared deeply into Watson's eyes and said, "I love you too. Always have, always will."
Watson began crying. He was so happy to hear those words coming out of his mouth.
Sherlock stared at the tears streaming down his face, trying his best to contain his own.
Everything around them seemed motionless. It was as if they were the only thing moving. As if they were the only thing in existence.
Sherlock was so blissful in this moment that he couldn't contain his tears anymore. He let them pour down his face like a waterfall.
With tears gleaming in his eyes, he pulled John closer to him and embraced his body against his.
After a while he pushed him away, with much regret, and said, "let's go solve this murder, my love."
