Google.
"John come here now," Bellowed Sherlock.
John ran out of the bathroom, Sherlock's panicked tone worrying him. He found the detective sat on the sofa with his laptop. His eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
"What is it? Something on your website?"
"John have you ever googled "Sherlock and John"?"
John scratched his head. "No can't say I have. Why what's come up? Oh god it's not that picture of us drunk is it? How did that get on the internet?"
"Do you have any idea what smut-art is?" Sherlock hissed.
John came around the back of his chair to look at what Sherlock was viewing on the screen. He dropped his mug of tea.
"What! What is that? Why are you doing that to me? Who drew that?"
"God I don't know John, but this is just the beginning. There are more, thousands more."
"God and are they all like this? Jesus Sherlock, why does everyone always assume we are gay?"
"I have no idea. I do not understand humans." He shut his laptop loudly and moved to stalk over to his bedroom.
"Besides its terribly ridiculous," he grumbled before shutting his door. "I'm never top, always bottom."