Nurse Services, chapter seven
"I love you"
Was Sherlock really hearing things right or was he just imagining things? Had John really said….those words to him? Sherlock turned slowly to look at John. He was still naked but held a pillow in front of his privates and still red cheeks, but he was looking straight back.
Sherlock swallowed. "I…"
"Yohooo~! Boys, I'm home!" they then heard a voice say. Sherlock quickly looked away from John before going out of his room without saying anything. At the door was a very happy but clearly too much sun tanned Mrs Hudson.
"Mrs Hudson, welcome home" Sherlock said and gave her a hug. "You stayed in Spain all this time with a man I guess?"
"Yes, we are really in love" Mrs Hudson answered and smiled. Sherlock smiled back.
"I'm really happy for you. Is he from Spain?"
"No, he's British but he has a house in Andalusia so I was staying there with him to get away from the cold. It was bloody freezing coming back to London after being there for so long. You can see outside that it's almost Christmas" Right then John entered the room fully dressed, still a bit flushed cheeks though. "John dear" Mrs Hudson kissed him on the cheeks before noticing his bandage. "Oh dear, what happened? Too much masturbating? I always told you to be careful"
"Mrs Hudson" John then said looking like a tomato in color. "It's NOT what you think. We had a case a while back, there was an explosion and this is the results of that explosion"
"Oh, but what about Sherlock then?"
"I only got small wounds and that, nothing serious really" Sherlock answered.
"Oh I'm really glad to hear that. John, are you alright? If you need anything just let me know ok?" Mrs Hudson said and started going down to her own room.
"I thought you weren't our housekeeper?" Sherlock said and grinned.
"ONLY this time young man!" Sherlock laughed slightly before hearing his phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hello dear brother"
"And what do you want Mycroft?"
"I just talked to Mummy and Daddy, they wanted us all to celebrate Christmas together this year"
"Mycroft, you are not 5 years old anymore, stop calling them that, you sound like a moron"
"….will you come or not? If you don't you know it will upset Mummy"
"I will phone her myself about that matter, now excuse me, I have a case" Sherlock said before hanging up. "Asshole"
"Did Mycroft want anything important?" John then suddenly said so Sherlock jumped.
"Uh….not really, no. Sorry but I have got some business to deal with, excuse me" Sherlock said before taking his coat and leaving the apartment. John then sat down in the sofa and sank down.
'He can't look me in the eye and he didn't give me an answer either. He must hate me for this' he thought and sighed. 'My only best friend and I blew it because I told him my feelings. I am a complete idiot, an ass' He then remembered that time before when they had a fight and Sherlock had been to Molly's place. Maybe she could help him? He quickly got up, put on his coat and went to her house.
"John? Is my place some kind of club where you gather after a fight or something?" Molly said with a teasing voice but smiled. John half smiled nervously.
"May I come inside? I need to talk to you about something"
"Of course love, step right inside"
"Thank you" John went inside, took off his coat and then sat down next to Molly at her couch.
"Now, what was it you needed to talk to me about?" she asked and took a sip of her tea she was drinking before he arrived.
"I told Sherlock I love him" Molly choked on her tea, coughed badly and then looked at John in shock. "Jesus Molly you okay?!"
"Just fine…you told him?" John nodded. "Well? What did he say?"
"He….didn't say anything actually. He just looked at me. Then of course Mrs Hudson came back home so he had to greet her and before I could ask him for an answer he left the apartment for some business"
"What? Why would you even bother about Mrs Hudson coming inside the flat? You never bothered before"
"Well…..we weren't in the best…..position you could say"
"You had sex?"
"No!"
"Oh, too bad"
"Molly!" John said and blushed.
"Sorry. Anyway, ignore what you were doing then. Now John, let me ask you a question. What kind of person is Sherlock from your vision?"
John looked at her confused. "Sherlock…is a very good man. A guy with a brain, great deductions, full of humor, kind and sweet. He's the type of guy who, even if he doesn't seem that way, puts his friend's happiness before himself and…" John then gasped. Oh my god, he was a complete idiot.
"So you finally figured it out then?" Molly asked. John then looked at Molly. "Yes Sherlock has loved you for a very long time but since you never gave him anything else than being straight he accepted that. He put your needs first even if it would mean his own death. He wanted you to be happy with him only as a friend…."
"….and would therefore never tell me about his own feelings. My dream was the truth then…."
"Your dream?"
John smiled while lost in his thoughts. "After the explosion I had this dream where I was close to death, I could feel my body getting colder. Then suddenly Sherlock was beside me helping me staying alive by starting up my heart again. And just then I heard those words, 'C'mon John! I am a high-functioned sociopath so I can't lose my only friend in this world! Not when I haven't told you about my feelings yet! Come on!'. I could feel life in me again and my breath getting normal again. I thought all of it was a dream…..but it was real. He did love me but he wouldn't dare tell me about it. He wanted me to find a better happiness and putting our friendship at risk wasn't something he would want"
"He is probably on cloud number nine now after being told that you love him but he's probably still afraid of what the outcome will be of it if you start dating and all"
"I guess, and that was why he hesitated. He's probably wondering how to answer me about this" John said and then felt his mobile vibrating. He had gotten a text.
'Dear Mr Watson
I was wondering if you would like to spend your Christmas Holiday with the Holmes family this year? Mike and Sherlock are still on bad terms and since it seems that you can handle these childish fights we would be delighted if you could come and make the air a bit better here at the house. Sherlock hasn't been that well lately it seems and we are quite worried about it so having him home for a while would help us a lot. And since he's your nurse now why not accompany him? No fun staying home alone during Christmas love
With love, Sherlock's Mother, Mrs Holmes' he read and smiled.
"Was it something good?" Molly asked so John smiled and nodded.
'Dear Mrs Holmes,
I sincerely thank you for the invitation and must say I would be more than delighted to celebrate Christmas with your family this year. Since I haven't fully healed yet I still need Sherlock's help with a few things and he's my nurse so what can I say against it? Celebrating Christmas alone isn't really fun so I would gladly tag along.
John Watson' he wrote and sent back. He then remembered something. 'By the way Mrs Holmes, did Sherlock contact you yet about coming home for Christmas?' It didn't take long before the reply came.
'How wonderful dear! We will be expecting you then.
Oh Sherlock? Yes, he called just now saying he would come back home for Christmas. Both me and my husband were quite shocked for him to say yes just like that. Something must have happened. But enough of that now. We will see you in three days then dear
With Love Mrs Holmes'. John knew why Sherlock's parents had been shocked. Sherlock often refused to go back home since he didn't want to meet Mycroft, his mother nagged on him about him having things like a head, eyes and organs in the fridge for experiments and all so he usually turned it down. But this time it was different, he was probably trying to get away from John or something like it.
"So, what have you planned?" Molly then asked.
"I'm celebrating Christmas at the Holmes household without Sherlock knowing that I'm going to be there. Hopefully we can get a chance to talk then"
"Are you buying him a gift then?"
John smiled wickedly. "If my plan goes right I might not need one"
John went home the same day seeing that Sherlock had locked himself inside his room, probably avoiding John but he didn't mind at the moment. He was too busy preparing for the trip with what he needed to bring for medication and all. Since he was mostly recovered by now he avoided these days to ask Sherlock for help so he could plan alone.
Finally Christmas morning came. John was fully dressed and was meeting Mycroft outside of their flat, leaving earlier than Sherlock so he wouldn't notice. The plan was a success, Sherlock had no idea what was waiting for him at his parents' house.
Around 11 o'clock John was helping Mrs Holmes in the kitchen when he heard the door open. The footsteps were a pair he recognized very well, it was Sherlock.
"I'm home" he then heard Sherlock say.
"Sherlock" Mrs Holmes then said and went to the door to welcome him. "You took time dear"
"Traffic was horrible"
"There wasn't supposed to be any traffic today" Mycroft then said.
"I bet you made traffic become like that just to bully me"
"Boys, knock it off. We have guests so behave"
"Guests?" Sherlock then asked. John took a deep breath and then went to the living room where they all sat.
"John dear, there you are" Mrs Holmes said so Sherlock froze.
"Sorry I was getting dressed, took some time" he said and smiled. Sherlock on the other hand refused to look at him and kept his eyes someplace else. John stood behind him but he didn't want to look at him right now. He knew that if he looked at John he wouldn't know what to do.
"Alright, I'm going shopping for the Christmas dinner, Mike take your father and meet me outside in ten minutes. I need help to carry everything home" Mrs Holmes then said.
"Then why not bring Sherlock?" Mycroft then asked.
"Because he's John friend so he will show him around the house and stay here so John feels more at home. Now get ready" Mycroft sighed but did what he was told. Sherlock sat still and didn't move. John on the other hand helped Mrs Holmes get ready and after shutting the door he went to the living room. Sherlock avoided his gaze but he sat down in the sofa next to him.
"Sorry I didn't tell you about this"
"About what?"
"Me coming to your parent's house for Christmas"
"…..no big deal really"
John then turned his head and looked at Sherlock who still avoided his gaze. "Then why can't you look me in the eyes? Sherlock, you have been avoiding me ever since I told you about my feelings. I can wait for an answer but don't avoid me. I'm still your friend and not seeing you at home makes me feel sad and lonely. Besides I'm still not fully recovered and you are supposed to be my nurse or have you forgotten about it? It's bloody Christmas Sherlock, please talk to me"
Sherlock then looked at John and met his eyes. He could read all of John's emotions in a second and he had never been happier in his entire life but at the same time he was scared. John could see the fear in Sherlock's eyes but smiled gently at him. Sherlock then stood up and walked to a window looking out.
"John….do you know why I have always been alone? No friends, boyfriends or girlfriends beside me"
"Because people couldn't read your emotions and thought therefore you were an arrogant asshole. But the truth is that you were scared of letting people in I guess? You would rather be alone than getting hurt" John said gently and looked at Sherlock who still looked outside the window.
"Yes, I was scared and I still am. But the first time I met you I felt like I became whole again. I didn't even know half of me was missing until you showed up. You stood up with me….being me. And that time when you saved me I started feeling something I had never felt before. It only grew more and more each day. I then found out what it was. I was in lo….." Sherlock didn't get to finish his sentence. John had gotten up from the sofa, went next to Sherlock before grabbing his neck, pulling him down for a kiss full off passion. They kept their lips together for a while before releasing.
"Sorry about that…..but…you were standing under the mistletoe" John said so Sherlock looked above him and found it. He then looked back at John. "Sherlock, I feel the same way as you. I had my problems in Afghanistan, I saw people die and many other things a normal human being never should see in his life. But after meeting you I found a place where I belonged. You accepted me for who I was and didn't judge me. You became a real friend of mine as well. I then felt my love grow for you and decided I couldn't keep this going anymore. I wanted to tell you, and I did. I know what you are thinking. You want me to be happy in a way that everyone thinks is normal with a wife and kids and all that. But Sherlock, my happiness lies with you. I can't be happy if I am not with you. So please, if you do love me back, stay with me? You see, all I want for Christmas…is you" Sherlock then laughed gently. He could feel tears in his eyes and they started falling down his cheeks. John noticed and kissed his cheeks where a tear had fallen. They then put their foreheads together just standing like that for a while.
"John"
"Hm?"
"I love you too" Sherlock said so John smiled. "And thank you for making me the happiest man on earth"
"Sorry Sherlock, that place is already taken, by me" John said in a teasing voice so Sherlock laughed.
"You think my parents will be gone for a while?"
"Well, they said they were going shopping so I guess so. Why are you-oh god!" John then gasped out. Sherlock had unzipped John's pants in just a second and then taken out his cock and started pumping it. John was now standing against the wall trying to keep his legs steady while he felt Sherlock going lower and lower until he was on his knees in front of John's erection. He kept pumping for a few second and then swallowed John whole. John couldn't do anything else but moan loudly. It just felt too damn good, especially when it had been a while, plus it was Sherlock, the man he loved, doing it to him.
Sherlock kept on sucking and licking on John's erection. He felt John's hands in his hair and when they started grabbing it more he knew John was near. He then started going even faster while playing with his balls. John couldn't think straight anymore because of the pleasure he felt throughout his entire body and finally let it go. He screamed and felt his whole body go numb but managed to keep himself standing. Sherlock swallowed as much as he could of John before licking his mouth clean and standing up again. He helped John with zipping up his pants again before pressing him against the wall to help him stand up.
"You ok?" he then asked gently.
"That…was amazing" John breathed out, still not over the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.
"Thank you. Since I didn't know you were going to be here for Christmas I didn't get you anything so see it as a gift from me"
John then smiled and looked at Sherlock. He then put his hand on Sherlock's erection so Sherlock gasped. "I have a gift for you as well but it might be difficult to go through with it here so how about going back home tomorrow morning?"
Sherlock knew what he meant, nodded and swallowed. "But…..what about your injuries?"
"It's fine. I want you and I need you so we might have some fun tonight but I would like if we could keep the big present for tomorrow when we are at home. Besides, I have got my nurse with me in case anything happens" John said and kissed Sherlock gently.
"Right…ok. So let's do something else so my parents don't come home seeing us in this position"
"Cluedo?" John said so Sherlock grinned and kissed John's lips lightly.
"John Watson, you keep me right"
