AN- Watching Avenue Q and sorting out my fanfics at the same time lead to the righting of this fic. Sherlock decides that John needs help with coming out of the closet. I REGRET NOTHING!
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If you were gay
John sat in his chair, thankfully Sherlock was at the Yard without him. This could only mean one thing in the doctors mind; two hours of peace and quiet. And John was going to make good of every second of it. He picked up the paper that he had abandoned that morning because he couldn't read a word past the tortured sounds that invaded his ears. He sighed in content and sunk further into the cushions of his chair. The soldier was just getting into the various stories when the door swung open,
'John, I'm home!' Called the detective from the doorway.
'Sherlock, I am trying to read.' John called back, holding the paper up for his flatmate to see. The detective ignored him and leant over the chair,
'You'll never guess what happened to me at the Yard today. This guy was smiling at me and talking to me' He said, very much like a gossiping teenager.
'I really couldn't care less.' The doctor replied, unimpressed. He started to read the paper again but was suddenly aware his flatmate was speaking to him again. Try as he might, he couldn't not hear what was being said.
'He was being real friendly and I think he was coming on to me. I think he thought that I was gay.' Sherlock said, staring intently at him. John closed the paper to return the stare, he licked his lips nervously,
'So why are you tell me this? Why should I care? I don't care.' He stood up and moved to the other side of the room. Of course, the taller man followed him. John sighed in annoyance and tried to change the subject. 'So, how was the case?' Sherlock gave him an odd look,
'You don't need to get defensive.' He said softly.
'I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE!' The doctor snapped, 'What should I care about so gay guy you met. I am trying to read.' Sherlock tried his best to look hurt,
'I didn't mean anything by it, John. I just thought it should be something that we are able to talk about.' The detective said matter of factly.
'Well I don't want to talk about it. This conversation is over.' John said, trying hard to keep his voice steady.
'But-' Sherlock tried to say but he was cut off.
'OVER!' Sherlock turned and began to walk away,
'Ok, but just so you know-' He turned to face his flatmate again.
'If you were gay-'
'Sherlock…' John placed down the paper on the coffee table.
'-That would be ok-'
'Sherlock, stop.' The doctor stood up to try and get away from the other man.
'- I mean, cause hey, I like you anyway.'
'Please don't do this, Sherlock.' The doctor but his coat and shoes on, he really didn't want to be in the same flat as Sherlock when he was behaving like this.
'Because, you see, I f it were me-' The detective beat him to the door and blocked the exit.
'Oh God.' John pinched the bridge of his nose with a thumb and finger.
'-I would feel free to say-'
'Just stop now.' The blond turned away, frantically think of a different exit from the flat.
'That I was gay.' Sherlock grabbed Johns shoulders and whispered, 'But I'm not gay.'
The doctor found himself being pushed back to the sofa, he let out a strangled cry and his legs gave way and he crashed into the cushions. The detective sat straddled over Johns thighs
'Fine! For Gods sake, I'm gay. Right, now you can get off me!' The doctor all but yelled as he tried to push his flatmate off him. Sherlock smirked and got up, leaving the ex army medic to wonder what the hell had just happened.
