(My first time attempting anything M/M please R&R)
He'd finally managed to crawl his way out of the bathroom and back into bed when Sherlock returned. He instantly knew that John was unwell, for one he wasn't greeting him with a gentle kiss, two the kettle had recently been boiled but not used, he'd been torn away quite suddenly. Three was the scented candles, which were been used to mask the underlying unpleasant smell in an almost convincing manner. Sherlock wasted very little time loitering by the door and moved towards the bedroom quietly. Normally he would call out a greeting, because his partner didn't much care for been sneaked up. However on this occasion if John had fallen asleep he didn't want to disturb him. John was awake, his tired blue eyes peeked out from the top of the sheets as Sherlock entered the room.
"sorry love, I think if I get up it will set me off again" John said apologetically wincing slightly as his stomach cramped again.
"you're ill John" Sherlock stated taking off his coat to hand it on the back of the bedroom door "you must rest"
Sherlock shuffled out of his shoes, and suit jacket, throwing it in the general direction of chair, without much care if it made it to its destination. John watched him as he approached the bed.
" as much as I'd love to cuddle Sherlock I don't think you want to be too close to me, I'm exhibiting some unpleasant symptoms" as if to emphasise this point Johns innards gurgled loudly.
John shifted uncomfortably, and tried to hide his face further into the sheets. Sherlock continued his approach and slipped beneath the covers. "John, you want to cuddle" it was not a question.
"you are sick, and in pain and if you want a cuddle I'm not about to let your flatulence, or your rather talkative stomach get between us" Sherlock enveloped the good doctor in his arms drawing his face into the hollow of his neck.
He could feel the thump, thump of his pulse now as it rushed blood into his overworked digestive system.
"but Sherlock…" John protested weakly.
He had already has given up due to the fact he felt miles better for the gentle reassurance of his partners arms. He snuggled underneath Sherlocks jaw, and was rewarded briefly with a kiss to the forehead before Sherlock nestled his chin atop his short hair. "my good doctor you and I both know that everyone gets a dodgy tummy from time to time. I assure you that most of my experiments create far worse smells that your body can muster. I'm not going to get grossed out John, I'm not leaving you to soldier on alone, as I know you would for your modesty sake. The only time I'm leaving you is to get any provisions you may acquire, we shall ride out this dastardly tummy bug. Whether it be in this bed or the bathroom I'm afraid your just going to have to put up with me" Sherlock told John rubbing soothing circles on his lower back. John is surprised at partners willingness to put aside all other tasks to care for him. He supposed that Sherlock had not had any opportunity to care for him before and was now trying to prove himself. John smiled despite the painful contortions of his stomach muscles and kissed his partner under the chin. He was not willing to risk infecting Sherlock with a kiss on the lips.
"thank you I feel better already" John said " well mentally at least"
"good now try to sleep, Ill be here when you wake up obviously" Sherlock said dismissively clearly now appreciating the amount of emotional conversation he had indulged.
"obviously" John said with secret smile into Sherlock's neck "I love you"
"as I love you" Sherlock said kissing John's hair. And so John fell to sleep, and Sherlock was there when he awoke; obviously.