Sempiternal Love

by collidewiththesky45

My best friend Maia and I wrote this together and it's our first story so tell us how it is. It was love at first sight for John when he laid eyes on Sherlock Holmes. Read to uncover to drama of relationships, deep dark secrets of drug abuse, lots of sex, and the stress of being famous.

4. Chapter 4: Sherlock

Chapter 4: Sherlock

John. John John John John. That's all Sherlock could think about. His eyes. His hair. His perfect lips. His teeth. All of it. It was just so beautifully sexy. Sherlock thought himself to be asexual. Just not interested. But this man. This man changed that. He likes him.

"Sherlock, have you solved that case yet?" John inquired.

"Hmm," he replied. Staring at his work still

"I'll take that as a yes," John replies. Looking up from the newspaper to glance at John.

They lock eyes for a moment. Just a moment. But Sherlock can see it in John's face the signs of arousal. Not to full extent. But dilated pupils and all that. He was sure he was showing signs too. So Sherlock blushed and broke the gaze and returned to his work.

"Fuck that man is mesmerizing." Sherlock thought to himself as he put the next slide in the microscope.

Sherlock didn't quite understand what his feelings were towards this man. Was it love? But then again, what exactly is love? Sherlock was hopelessly confused. John is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. "What are you saying? I thought you weren't interested in anything?" Well I guess I'm wrong, but sherlock is never wrong.

Sherlock caught himself staring at John. He couldn't bring himself to look away. He just- he can't. John is too perfect. "dammit John. I need to focus but your sheer perfection won't allow me too," Sherlock eventually had to stop staring so he could return to his work. But he still couldn't fully focus on the task at hand.

That night they went to bed. And Sherlock couldn't sleep so he decided to go to the kitchen and make a cup of tea. He then heard shouts and lots of tossing and turning from John's room. "Must be a nightmare. Poor thing." He rushed up the stairs to wake John up from it.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?" John groggily said as he woke up. Glistened in a thin sheen of sweat.

"I... I heard you shouting. I wanted to make sure you were alright" Sherlock stammered out. He couldn't say what he wanted to. That he was worried. And had feelings for him.

"Well I'm alright now. You can go to bed." John said as he fell asleep.

"Okay," Sherlock said as he made sure John was asleep before gently kissing his forehead.

And in that moment. For just a second. Sherlock swore he saw John smile.

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