John woke up to a strange sound. It was the middle of the night, and he was super tired after a long day of work. He tried to ignore it, and fall back to sleep. He wanted nothing more but laying in his warm bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the strange noise again. He sat up in the bed, and quickly turned up the lights. He was ready to look for bugs, thieves, or even mutant turtles, anything that would cause these strange noises. What he did not expect was a tall skinny looking man in his room.
-Jesus Christ Sherlock, what the hell are you doing in my room?
Sherlock looked away. He was wearing a blue pant and a grey shirt. Oh gosh, he looked so perfect even without trying to look so.
-I'm hungry. -he stated in his low sleepy voice, messing with his curls.
-Okay, so? Don't tell me this is why you woke me up...
-I just though.. maybe we could eat some cereal together.
John felt suspecius.
-Wha-.. You don't even like milk! You said they were disgusting.
-I just feel like eating it right now. Come with me, please?
John heart has melted. How in the world could he resist?
They walked down the stairs, and got in the kitchen.
Sherlock sat down at the table while John prepered the milk and the cereal.
After getting everything, they were sitting next to each other, with their plate infront of them. John was not hungry, but since he woke up, all of his tiredness went away anyway. He was eating his cereal peacefully.
Just as he was about to finish, he looked over at Sherlock.
He actually never even touched his spoon, or his food. He was staring at him with so much admiration, John felt awkward.
-Hey, what's up? Won't you eat?
Sherlock looked suprised, then checked his plate.
-Oh. I don't like cereal.
John got a little angry.
-I told you, you don't like it. Why did you wanted to eat it then?
-I just wanted a reason to be with you, is all...
John felt his heart melting away. He felt all of his blood running up at his cheek.
-Oh..
He didn't know what to say to that.
-Maybe this was stupid...- he heard Sherlock standing up.
-No.- John jumped up and stepped closer to Sherlock. Their chest almost touched eachother.
-You dont mind then?- Sherlock asked looking down at him.
-I love to be with you. You're so amazing.- he answered looking up. They were so close now.
-I'm not, but you are so easy to impress.
-Because everything is you do is so perfect- John whispered.
-Well then... Is this perfect too?- Sherlock asked as he leaned closer and kissed John. The doctor felt so amazing, he wanted more and more of Sherlock, he wanted him to be his, and he kept going, their tongues moving, and hands searching for eachother, like they were always ment to be together.
Sherlock moved away, breathing heavly. His lips were red. Jonh leaned on his chest.
-Sherlock?
-Hmmm?
-Next time, no need for cereal. - John felt the other man smile.
-No. No need for that.