'Oh. –SH'

John wouldn't admit it if asked, but he was rather proud of him self. He had reduced the great Sherlock Holmes to one word answers.

Sherlock sat on his bed twiddling his mobile around waiting for John to reply. He had never had him down for gay, in fact the amount of time he'd seen him around women, and going home with women he was sure he wasn't gay. Well he wasn't actually completely gay, he was quite obviously bisexual. But still, Sherlock wouldn't have even thought that.

John decided to put the man out of his misery, he typed out his reply and sat anxiously waiting.

Yes, I may appear to be constantly flirting with women but I have been with a man at one point. -JW

John had, had enough of sitting down so he decided it was a good idea to get up instead. Doing anything to try and distract himself, he made tea, he made his bed, and he even polished. Anything to distract himself from the current situation. Not because he was embarrassed, no not at all, it was more fear. Fear of Sherlock's reaction, maybe he'd figure everything out, figure out that he was coming onto him earlier. He heard his phone go off, and slowly made his way to the other side of the room, unlocking his phone. It was five minutes until he finally worked up the nerve and read the thing.

Oh, well that is surprising. Really, you've done well I don't think I've ever been this speechless before. –SH

Sherlock was telling the truth, he was honestly surprised. John was gay; he had even had an experience with a man before.

Weeks of watching the man and he had shown no signs of being attracted to men, not one. He never looked at anyone in the bar, never attempted to go home with a man. In fact the only time he'd ever seen him leave the pub with a bloke was earlier, and that was with him.

Oh. Him. Could it be? Perhaps, it was plausible. He'd been told if he wasn't such a prick he'd have had plenty of people lining up to date him. He crossed the room and walked into the bathroom examining himself in the mirror. He supposed he could see the appeal.

Yeah, well that's me. John 'surprise' Watson. –JW

Well that wasn't as bad as he'd expected he'd made up all sorts of scenarios in his head all completely farfetched, probably the reason none of them had actually happened. He smiled at his phone and all of a sudden felt like a teenager with a crush again.

Sherlock heard his phone go off; he took one last look at himself before leaving the bathroom.

He chuckled at the text, an actual chuckled. God, this was worse than he first thought. He was chuckling at written words, and to be fair it wasn't even that funny. Not funny at all really.

Anymore surprises? I quite enjoy them, sometimes. –SH

John had been staring at his screen for the past five minutes. What if Sherlock had decided to ignore him, god what if he'd figured everything out? No, John. Stop thinking, he might just be in the shower. He might have fallen asleep, it was late after all. Stop pining over him, you haven't even spoken past one conversation. He almost dropped his phone onto his face when he heard it go off; he caught it right at the last second luckily. It wouldn't look so good if he went into uni the next day with a black eye, would be a difficult situation to explain. 'Sorry, I was waiting for a text from the man I happen to want to shag. I got so excited when he texted back I dropped my phone on my face. Clumsy, huh?'

I suppose, maybe one or two. You may have to wait until I'm completely drunk to find out though. –JW

Sherlock smirked at the reply; he'd get them out of him one way or another. He was Sherlock Holmes; he could quite easily manipulate anyone to get his own way.

John, you're already rather drunk. You have quite excellent texting skills for a drunken man I might add. Go on, I can surprise you right back. –SH

Yes, that should work. A promise of a surprise, or rather a secret, it return for one of John's.

John stared at the screen for a while; he very much wanted to hear what Sherlock had to say. But did he really want to admit everything to him at this moment in time? Maybe it was just time to quite whilst he was ahead.

He'd formed what he was guessing a friendship with Sherlock, that's all he needed for now. If he admitted to everything it could go back to how it was before, them not speaking to each other. And John didn't want that, he enjoyed his company for too much. He wasn't prepared to lose it just yet, maybe one day, maybe when he was a lot drunker than he was now.

You first. –JW

Sherlock pondered the idea, maybe he could reveal a little something of himself it was common courtesy after all. He waited for about ten minutes before actually texting back. He actually felt nervous, something he'd never really experienced before.

I'm gay too. –SH

John had fallen asleep with his mobile in his hand, not even the text alert waking him up.