I flung the door to 221B open as fast as I could, sprinting up the stairs running into my bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. I then proceded to haste into the bathroom locked myself inside and fell to the floor. What had I just done? I curled into the fetal position and leaned against the door and closed my eyes.
hours had past I was in the deep crevices of my mind palace when I heard a thumping noise on my bedroom door. I ignored it as the pang of what I did kept coming back to me, I crawled further and further into my mind palace. I smashed my eyes shut as I heard John picking at the lock, I left my mind palace and decided I shouldn't avoid the inevitable and face John.
"Sherlock, will you please open up?"
I sighed and unlocked both doors and sulked over to my bed not looking John in the eye, he knelt in front of me gliding his hands down my arms and taking my hands in his, sending a shiver down my spine and to my crotch, I shifted uncomfortably, "John, just get this over with."
John stayed silent, his deep eyes staring into mine, he sighed then sat on the bed next to me, my hands still in his and started slowly, "Sherlock, you know that I've always identified myself as straight, but that I've never had a long lasting relationship with a girl. I started realising something when I moved into 221B, and that is that my sexuality may not be as black and white as being straight. You probably don't remember Jeanette do you?" I shook my head, I deleted her the second she stopped showing up at our flat, "Well, she said that I was a great boyfriend, and that you were a very lucky man, I didn't give it a second thought then, but after you kill-uh left I realised that I should have, taken steps to further our...uh...relationship." I squeezed his hands and stared into his eyes, there was not a hint of doubt, his breathing was deep and even he was trying to avoid hyperventilating I continued to stare as he finished his speech, "and just now in Angelo's when you kissed me I had this rush of emotion, the kind I used to get when girls would look at me, I realised that you're my best friend, and I love you Sherlock I-" I cut him off leaning over to kiss him, I forced him down on the bed, and began kissing him over and over again, I was straddling John as he sat up and continued to kiss me and began clumsily undoing my buttons, his breathing was heavy and uneven, neither of us wanted to break for air
"Breathing." I gasped
"Dull." John retorted hastily between kisses.
