Take Me
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"Oh good, you two made up." Lestrade greeted the duo when they arrived at the crime scene.
"Yes, yes, where's the body?" Sherlock asked. He tried to peer over Lestrade's shoulder and past him into the abandoned house. Lestrade looked concerned about Sherlock's excitement but lead them into the house.
"Ah. Gunshot wounds to the chest. Very personal. I imagine she wanted to look into his eyes as she killed him." Sherlock looked over the man's body, as though he really needed more proof.
"I'm sorry, what? Who is 'she'?" Lestrade asked.
"He thinks the wife did it." John informed the other man. Lestrade's eyes widened.
"What? No. Mrs. Baker was devastated when we told her the news. She's been very supportive of him." He said.
"Oh, are you referring to her being supportive of his male lover?" Sherlock asked, digging through the man's coat.
"Male..." Lestrade looked to John.
"I'm guessing you don't keep up with American news. I don't either honestly." John shrugged.
"Oh keep up. Here, a photo of a younger man. Slightly crumpled, he took it with him everywhere. He came out on international news surprising everyone, most of all his wife, a few weeks ago." Sherlock handed the photo over and frowned down at the deceased.
"And what she followed him to London to kill him?" John asked. Sherlock looked up at his friend.
"He was leaving her for a man. Hearing that wouldn't have been enough. No, she... she saw them. But did she lure him off alone, or was the lover present at some point?" Sherlock pondered.
"We've got to find his lover. He probably knows something." Lestrade ran off to tell the others.
"Didn't actually have to be here for any of that." John pointed out. Sherlock grinned.
"Maybe not but it's a lot more believable in person." He said.
"And you get to be at the crime scene." John teased. Sherlock took his gloves off and walked over to John. He clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Come John. I've just thought of a way to make the widow talk." Sherlock led the doctor to Lestrade Lestrade and the others.
"Alright. Here's the plan. Donovan you're going to interview the wife, bond with her or something. I'm sure you'll manage..." He continued to explain the rest of the plan and his reasoning. Everyone was in agreement. So Donovan took the wife aside in the kitchen where they could sit at the bar and chat. Donovan took notes, putting on an air of concern. She asked if the couple had been having marital problems, to which Mrs. Baker said "of course not". Meanwhile John and Sherlock walked into the living room with a clear view of the kitchen.
"I still don't know what you want from me." John whispered so that only Sherlock could hear.
"Relax. It's like I explained earlier. What does everyone always assume about us?" Sherlock leaned in a little closer than was necessary to whisper back to John.
"Right. And because she's sensitive to the subject she would read more into it than most people." John sighed.
"So, in short, we just need to be ourselves and let her jump to conclusions... Although..." Sherlock smirked.
"Sherlock..." John resisted the urge to back away.
"Imagine how angry she would get, John... They've already noticed us. Time to pay that fee." Sherlock teased.
"You haven't actually won the bet yet...it's not over." John whispered putting a hand up to Sherlock's chest to stop the other man from getting too close. The taller man was already overcrowding him, forcing him to look up. Sherlock caressed John's jawline, fingertips brushing back to John's neck.
"We all know I'm right." Sherlock whispered, closing the gap between them.
John stared into Sherlock's turquoise eyes questioningly for a moment before realizing the other man intended to actually kiss him. Sherlock smirked at him and then their lips were touching. It was a very delicate, chaste kiss but it also felt like a small electric charge. John was reminded of the time he'd tried to unplug the toaster and had received a small electric shock. Rather than being reminded of previous kisses, he was reminded of this. John realized he had stopped breathing for a moment and took a shaky breath. Had his heart stopped as well? He blinked up at Sherlock and resisted the urge to lick his lips. The widow was yelling in the kitchen about gays being everywhere. There was suddenly more people around, responding to the noise. Lestrade came over to "scold" the boys for being inappropriate at a crime scene.
"Oh. I didn't realize anyone could see us." Sherlock feigned embarrassment.
Lestrade led the two friends outside away from all the commotion. Sherlock was trying not to look pleased with himself and failing.
"What did I tell you? It's almost boring to be always right." He grinned.
"I still want to find the lover though. Hopefully he's alright where ever he is." Lestrade said thoughtfully.
"Well you do have his photograph." Sherlock reminded him. Lestrade shrugged and looked to John.
"I can't believe you two kissed." He teased. John coughed and frowned at the older man.
"I didn't seem to have much of a choice." He defended himself.
"Ah. Whatever Sherlock wants he gets." Lestrade laughed. Sherlock had started to wander off already.
"Too true." John sighed.
"Come on John!" Sherlock called. John rolled his eyes at Lestrade and headed off to join Sherlock.
"Good luck finding the lover." John said as a way of saying goodbye.
"Ah...good luck to you as well." Lestrade laughed. John threw a frown at the other man.
Sherlock hailed a cab and got in first when it arrived. John hopped in beside him. Sherlock directed the cabby to take them home. John eyed the other man.
"We're going home? Just like that?" He asked.
"Well I imagine you want to blog about how quickly we solved the case." Sherlock glanced over at his friend. John laughed.
"You mean how quickly YOU solved the case. I had no part in it." John pointed out.
"Come now John. We're a team." Sherlock smiled and turned to look out the window.
John resisted the urge to stare at the other man, deciding to turn away and look out his window. He could still remember the feel of Sherlock's lips on his. The kiss couldn't have lasted more than five seconds, and yet it felt like much longer. If any other man had even tried to get that close to him he would've decked them. But Sherlock was... Sherlock. Lestrade had been too right when he had said that Sherlock got whatever he wanted. "I think I'm in love with you" echoed in John's head and he was glad he hadn't remembered that back at the crime scene. Sherlock's piercing eyes mere centimeters away from his own... their lips touching gently, Sherlock's fingertips pressing ever so slightly into the back of John's neck. John licked his lips feeling the ghost of Sherlock's lips on his. His heart was pounding in his chest. To think that the only man who had ever dared to get so close to him was in the same cab with him... He glanced at Sherlock. The detective seemed to be holding it together much better. Despite the fact that Sherlock had confessed to him he didn't seem to think too much of kissing him. John wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Shortly after arriving home Sherlock received a text from Lestrade confirming that they had a written confession from the wife. Apparently she thought that the lover knew something and had ratted her out. They still had not found the lover but according to the widow he had not been harmed. Sherlock sat in his chair with his violin and began to play. John typed up a blog about Sherlock's impressive work. He closed his laptop when he was finished with his blog and leaned back in the chair to listen to Sherlock's violin. The sun was only just going down, so it wasn't very late in the day. For Sherlock to be playing the violin at a decent hour... it was strange. John joined his friend in the living room, curious. Sherlock didn't glance at him, only continued playing.
Sherlock was lost in thought, playing the violin with his eyes closed to block out any distractions. How ever did anyone manage to do this sort of thing? Loving someone who didn't love them. At first Sherlock had thought that this was good enough. He would make John fall for him, wait for the other man to feel the same. But how long would he have to wait? Why couldn't John just love him now? He hadn't been rejected but he hadn't been accepted either. John only accepted his feelings and was being a good friend. It took more restraint than he would like to admit when it came to kissing John. It had been the perfect excuse, doing it for the case. If only someone had warned him that these things snowball. This love he had for John was a snowball that had been rolling down, gathering more and more until it was too big to control. Nothing was enough. His heart was urging him on, longing for more. More contact, more feelings, more John. He had a feeling John was going to have a talk with him soon about how kissing was off limits or something. "I've never been interested in men" John had said. Had that meant that he could make an exception for Sherlock or was that wishful thinking? He opened his eyes and put his violin down.
"That was rather violent towards the end." John said. Their eyes met but Sherlock remained silent. John decided to finish the book he had begun reading yesterday. Sherlock was still staring at him. John tried to ignore it but found it to be impossible.
"Yes?" He asked. Sherlock took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Right. John, I have no patience." He said as though that meant anything to John.
"I am aware of that." John fought a smile.
"How... I can't believe I'm asking this... how do you feel about me?" Sherlock asked. John's brows rose.
"Uh...hmm? What do you...? You're my best friend. My only friend." John stated.
"No possible romantic inclination whatsoever?" Sherlock asked. John stared at his friend. Was the detective angry?
"Sherlock... I thought we had come to an understanding of sorts." John said softly.
"Yes, well that's all fine for you John and I thought it was good enough but I was wrong. These feelings," He said the word like it was disgusting. "hurt. It's ridiculous and suffocating."
Sherlock grabbed his coat and began putting it on as he walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" John asked, jumping up to stop his friend. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Ugh, I need to get out. Keep myself busy, not feel." Sherlock answered.
"And you think I don't know where that's headed? Stop, Sherlock. Listen to me." John pleaded. The other man turned and glared at him. "Look, I'm an asshole okay? I get that you're mad at me. But I can't seem to stop myself from being stupid."
"I'm not mad at you." Sherlock sighed.
"I think you are. Maybe you're mad at both of us. I never thought I'd be this way if something like this ever happened... I never thought this would happen, but with Harry I sort of... Well of course I'm accepting of same sex couples but it's different when it's yourself you're talking about..." John explained, only confusing Sherlock more.
"Anyway," John continued. "the truth is...I'm too scared to admit anything to myself, let alone you."
"John..." Sherlock was at a loss for words. What the hell was the other man trying to say?
"Really? As clever as you are, you don't get it?" John asked. He approached the taller man, trying to find the courage to say the words he needed to say to keep Sherlock here. They searched each other's face for a moment, both unsure of what to was reminded of earlier, the feeling of electricity when their lips had touched. Sherlock swallowed his pulse. Why did John have to look at him like that, was he even aware he was doing it? John closed the distance between them grabbing a fistfull of Sherlock's coat.
"I thought that even if I ignored it, you would see through me. You see through everyone." John's voice was practically a whisper. He let go of Sherlock's coat and slid his hand up until his fingers brushed through the soft curls at the nape of Sherlock's neck. This time it was Sherlock's turn to look questioningly at John.
"John-" His words were cut off as John pulled him close and crushed their lips together. If such a small kiss had felt so good, what did a "real" kiss feel like? Sherlock was so thrown off it took him a moment to respond. John's free hand slid beneath Sherlock's coat to gently press against his back. He pulled back slightly to study Sherlock. The other man had returned the kiss, but more like he was shocked and went with it. The two studied each other for a moment and then Sherlock's hand was in John's soft sandy hair and their lips were reunited. Had it always felt this good? John wondered if the fact that the other person was a man made this act more... erotic, forbidden. Though this wasn't just any man. He was kissing Sherlock, his best friend. Finally. As though this had been a long time coming. Who cared if Sherlock was a man? It was incredibly flattering that the detective was even attracted to him. John's tongue seemed to act on it's own accord to tease Sherlock's bottom lip. The detective shuddered slightly and gasped. John's tongue brushed his and the two tensed before sharing a shuddering breath. John debated pulling away, embarrassed that he'd gotten carried away. He was surprised when Sherlock pulled his body against him and deepened the kiss. The two battled it out, with Sherlock winning in the end. The kiss became more gentle gradually and the two pulled away to regain their breath. Along with some semblance of control. John cleared his throat and looked up almost shyly to meet Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock licked his lips, his eyes heavily lidded.
"So...? You're at least attracted to me?" Sherlock asked huskily. John laughed nervously.
"Ah... right...god, I need something to drink." John gently pushed his friend away and headed to the kitchen. Sherlock watched the other man go, still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.
Sherlock took his coat off and sat on the couch. Kissing John made him dizzy. John returned and sat on the couch with his friend.
"I thought you might not come back." Sherlock stared at John thoughtfully.
"I wasn't gone that long... oh you mean... No I'm not going to run off. Though I did get a bit carried away." John embarrassed himself. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. Sherlock wasn't smiling though. He was still trying to figure out what was going on. "You really don't understand love at all do you?"
"Clearly." Sherlock muttered. He turned away to stare into the distance.
"I've been fighting this for so long... I don't know what you do to me, but... it's so obvious and so frustrating..." John tried to make himself say what he needed to. "I'm obsessed with you." He admitted.
"Well I suppose the fact that your personal blog is completely about me would prove that." Sherlock shrugged. John frowned at him. "And you always have to know everything about me. You even talk to Mycroft about me. It's as though the two of you have a fan club. Hmm, maybe Lestrade could be included in that."
"And you never thought...?" John bit his lip and shook his head.
"What?" Sherlock frowned at the implication that he had missed something.
"That I love you, you jackass." John snapped. He quickly looked away and stared at the window.
"Of course not. I would have noticed." Sherlock was adamant.
"Right. You're blind." John sighed.
"Yes, John, I'm blind." Sherlock said sarcastically. He stood and looked down at John. The other man had his arms crossed and looked downright pouty. Sherlock placed his hands on either side of John's head, using the back of the couch to steady himself as he leaned over John. The doctor startled a bit and looked up at Sherlock. His eyes were drawn to the pale skin exposed by the button-up shirt. Why did Sherlock's collar bone look so smooth and inviting? His eyes moved back up to meet those dangerous eyes.
"Go on then, tell me you love me." Sherlock demanded. "I won't get it otherwise, right?"
"Sherlock..."John hesitated. The detective started to pull away, disappointed in himself. "I.. I love you... idiot." John held Sherlock there by grabbing both arms. The doctor blushed. Another victory for Sherlock. He reached up and held Sherlock's face between his hands. He looked into those beautiful piercing eyes from inches away.
"I love you, Sherlock." He confessed again, amazed at how relieved he felt to accept that fact. He pulled the other man into a kiss and they pulled away after a moment. Sherlock rested his forehead against John's.
"You love me?" He asked hesitantly. John smiled.
"Against my will." He confirmed. Sherlock laughed huskily and straddled John. He felt somehow drained. John automatically rested his hands on Sherlock's waist.
"Why?" Sherlock teased. John frowned.
"Why what?" He asked.
"Why me?" Sherlock asked. John rolled his eyes.
"Now that is a ridiculous question." John smiled.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I know things got a little crazy but this just had to happen. Did John give in too easy? Will he regret his easy confession? Can he really be in a relationship with Sherlock? Will I continue to aske these questions? Find out next time on... "Take Me On"!
Also, special thanks to all the viewers! I'm pretty excited. Thanks for the reviews and also for not being harsh with my grammatical errors and such. Ain't nobody got time fo' dat! Should be continuing to get updates up soon, tomorrow for instance- if not later tonight! Thank you for your support!
~~~BellaRyuu~~~