Hello all! I hope you like this new chapter, please R&R! I'm having some problem with my writer's block at the moment, so if anyone has any ideas they want me to write about, please suggest! Enjoy!
Later that night, John lay awake in Sherlock's bed – a place he'd never dreamt he would be in – with the owner's arms and legs securely wrapped around him in a deadlock grip. It occurred to him that they had swapped places, John was meant to be Sherlock's teddy bear, not the other way around. God, he was already getting protective over him. After several attempts to wriggle his way out of Sherlock's arms, he resigned himself to contemplating his thoughts. After all, Sherlock did not appear to be waking up any time soon. He wasn't sure what to do. All his life he had naturally assumed he was hetero, the possibility of being gay had never occurred to him, crushed by society and modern culture. What would everyone say? Not that it mattered much to him what the public thought, just his family. Harry would never stop poking fun at him. And his dad. Best not think about him just yet. He would be furious. Sherlock did not appear to care for social prejudices, being a sociopath. Knowing Mycroft he probably already knew. He will find this all very amusing. Anderson and Sally would never let them hear the end of it. For both their sakes, he thought it would be best if they kept it low profile for a while, break it gently. His thoughts were ended then, due to stretching and yawning of his – he supposed it was boyfriend now – flatmate.
"Hello darling," Sherlock in a very cute, husky voice. Wow, could he turn John on.
"Hello Sherlock. Now if you wouldn't mind, please can you let me go?" John asked in his best serious voice, which wasn't very serious under these circumstances.
"Never!" Sherlock replied jokingly and his grip on John tightened. John sighed dramatically, and then, smiling gleefully, rolled over several times, and they plonked onto the floor. John grinned smugly. Sherlock had taken all the impact, and had been surprised enough to momentarily let go off John.
"I'll get you back John," Sherlock groaned painfully, winded on the floor.
John merely winked and left the room chuckling. God, he needed a shower.