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It may surprise you how a man can solve his sexuality problems, his feelings and his relationship with his flatmate in a walk through fifteen blocks.
It took him twenty minutes to reach two-two-one B Baker Street. And it took him the same time to solve his problems. To solve his struggles. The struggles he knew he had thanks to the events of that afternoon.
John Hamish Watson haven't been so sure of anything in his entire life until that moment. So with a quick movement, he removed the keys from his pocket and opened the black door of the building, looking for Sherlock.
Watching John leave without doing anything was hurting him. Easily he could grab his nightgown or maybe a blanket and run after him to explain himself. Or even run naked down the streets if it was necessary, but he didn't do nothing.
His night gown felt heavy on his shoulders, even when it was the only thing covering his body. He tried to make himself some tea, but it wasn't the same. John always made things better: tea, cleaning, cooking, and even mixing chemical compounds!
Everything was better with John. And maybe his actions could make him go away from him.
He should have think about it in a different way, but it was getting worse. It was hard to not see John the way he was seeing him. It was hard to hide glances, touches... erections.
Sherlock Holmes knew since the first moment they meet John Watson was the man who was going to be always by his side. He killed a man just twenty four hours after ther first meeting at Bart's. He spent an entire night reading books and looking for clues and became the target of a chinese mafia after being confused for him. He even had enough Semtex on his chest to blow up an entire street. And he jumped with him to a pool to save their lifes.
John had killed, had lied, had ran, and had risked his life for him. And he felt like he haven't been doing anything in return. The only things he did was playing the violin in deadly hours of the night even when he knew john needed to sleep because he had an early shift at work, not buying milk, tea or beans. Not even caring about the cleaning of their place. And let's not talk about the chemistry equipment over the kitchen table and the body parts everywhere.
The mug full of tea felt cold under his touch. It was useless. John's tea was the only one that helped him to think, and his own tea was making him sick.
Definetly he should have think in another way to make John notice his feelings and-
He could hear a very desesperate steps getting closer. And when the owner of those steps opened the door, he almost dropped his tea.
"John, I'm so so-"
"Come here, Sherlock."
The doctor's lips were on his. And it felt like heaven. Sherlock felt relieved and answered the kiss eagerly. His dreams, his fantasies had became true.
John was on tiptoes to kiss him better, and Sherlock's spine was arched. But in that moment, the height difference couldn't stop them. The doctor could feel something hard hitting him, and he let his left hand fall to reach it. Sherlock was hard again, like him.
The only consultive detective of the world opened his eyes surprised by John's touch. It was even better than before.
"John, I'm sorry."
He didn't like to break the kiss, but it was needed to leave things clear.
"Let's go to my bed, I want to take a better look at those moles."
The dark haired man smiled openly, showing his teeth and followed his doctor to his room.
Fin.
That was the end. What do you think?
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