When I came home that day, John was sitting in his favourite chair, head in hands.

"Um… John?"

"I was only doing it to relieve the stress, I swear! Oh, it's only you, Sherlock. Did you have a nice day?"

"Only doing what to relieve what stress? Is there something that you're not telling me John?"

"Oh no, I just… thought you were someone else."

"Who else would I be? This is our apartment, John. Were you expecting someone else?"

"No. I was… dreaming. Yes, that's it. I was dreaming."

"About what?"

I enjoyed watching him squirm before he sighed in defeat.

"Look, Sherlock, I know I'm a bad liar but you don't have to rub it in. Besides, I… can't tell you. I need to figure this outon my own, okay. I know that you want to poke your nose in but… I do need my space, you know?"

"When you get nervous, you blabber on, you know? But okay. I'll give you some space. I expect you to tell me someday."

"Alright, I promise."

Over the next few days, John didn't talk much and I respected that. I knew that John had been drunk but didn't press him as to why. I desperately wanted to ask him, but I had promised.

One day we were sitting around but I was bored. I was bursting to ask John.

"What's wrong? I know I said I wouldn't but it's driving me crazy. Tell me. Please."

John's eyes widened at my use of manners. "You really want to know, don't you?"

"Yes. It's all that's been on my mind the past few days."

"Alright. I had been… drinking. I know that you already knew that but I… my girlfriend broke up with me rather… drastically. She hit me and I know that that's really pussyish of me but it really hurt in two places at once. She said I should get drunk and be gay with…"

"With who?"

"No, I'm far to embarassed to say."

"Can I guess?"

"Sure."

"Is it… anyone I know?"

"Yes. You know him very well."

"Is it… my brother?"

"No. That is too disgusting to even think about. Actually… before you embass both of us further, it was… you."

"Me?" I blinked in surprise. I was not expecting that.

"Yes." He looked down, blushing.

"Why are you embarassed? You weren't actually concidering doingit, were you?"

"Yes…"

"Really?"

"Hm."

I sat and thought a moment. "I suppose I could try."

John took in a shaky breath. He walked over to me. He kissed me gingerly. It felt good. I bought him to me and sat him on my lap. This was escaliting and quickly. There was nothing I could do. I was lost in emotion as we had sex.

I woke up the next morning in bed. Had no recollection of hw I had gotten here. I saw John and instantly knew. My backside hurt. I knew that I had bottomed. I couldn't believe that I had let him dominate. I was probably unconuious, I reasoned with myself.

"John?"

"Mmm…"

"Wake up, sleepy head. You have to go to work and I need to find work. I'm getting bored. We also need meat and bread from the shops. Don't forget the milk this time, either."

"Yes, Sherlock." John said this sleepily and without enthusiasm. I kissed him goodmorning.