Day 12: Making out
Sherlock stormed out of the flat furious. How dare he!? How dare Mycroft threaten him in order to get him to go to some insipid family dinner. At least twice a year his family had a big family dinner, and every time Sherlock avoided it. He hated his family. Ever since he was a boy, Sherlock always came last. Nothing he ever did was good enough it was always "Look what Mycroft did!" or "Why cant you be more like Mycroft Sherlock?" that was all he ever heard. Sherlock was the black sheep he never fit in. At first he was perfectly okay with that, until everyone, even the ones closest to him told him he was a freak and that he needed to change, try to be normal, and maybe he wouldn't get picked on so much. As if it were his fault that he was strange.
Even now Sherlock's family disapproved of him. Sherlock cringed at the sudden rush of childhood memories. There was no way at all he was going to be in the same room as all those hideous people. Sherlock would much rather be home with John, who actually cared for him, and didn't think he was a freak, or needed to change, and actually liked him. Sherlock sat down on his chair and tried to block out the now flooding memories of his childhood. Sitting alone at lunch, getting beat up after school, his parents saying it was his fault, always being alone. These were the things, that no matter how hard he tried, he could not delete.
His eyes started watering, this was too much, when John walked into the flat."Sherlock" John called walking up the stairs, " I bought some milk, you said we were out right?" he continued walking into the room. Sherlock wasted no time springing off of his chair and pressing John against kitchen wall. Sherlock attacked Johns mouth with his own. John let out a slight moan dropping the milk as Sherlock's tongue found its way into his mouth. His hands became tangled in Sherlock's hair as both men fought for dominance. Both men pulled away for air. John heavily breathing studied the man before him. "Sherlock have, oh my god have you been crying?" John asked suddenly sobered.
Sherlock leaned his head in close to Johns neck and whispered nipping at his neck between each word "That's. Not. Important. Right. Now. John."John was speechless. The only thing he could do was pull Sherlock's face up to his and began kissing him again. John was still curious as to what had been bothering Sherlock, but that was a conversation they would have after finishing what they were doing presently.
A/N: Oh god, I am only use to writing fluff so I apologize if this is, uhm a bit not good. Thank you for reading it anyways! I wanted to write something a bit more emotional, something with more depth I guess, so this is what happened. Please review and tell me what I could do differently or what I did good! I love it when I get reviews, It makes my day 10x better! Thank you guys again so much, I hope this compensates for how short last one was.