"I know he didn't mean to," John slurred at Greg, "Is juss…is he gonna do it again?"
Greg gripped his arm reassuringly as he took another deep gulp out of the glass.
"He won't, mate," Greg assured him, "He was just mad. He loves you. Um, I don't think you should drink too much more."
"Whateverrrr," John shrugged Greg off, drinking deeply from the cup.
Greg sighed and pried the cup from John's hand. John scowled and reached forward to grab it back out of Greg's outstretched hand. Unfortunately, John's arms were way too short and he just ended up leaning on Greg's arm. He groaned and snuggled into Greg's arm. He dropped his own and quit struggling to get the drink back. His hand landed somewhere on Greg's leg.
"Oh god, you're a cuddly drunk," Greg groaned.
"'M not!" John insisted, snuggling closer to Greg.
"You are so!" Greg replied, "Look at you all sprawled across me like a drunken whore!"
"'M not a whore!" John said, offended but not enough to move.
"I didn't say you were," Greg sighed heavily, "Should've known this was a bad idea. Come one, you're coming home with me."
John giggled.
"Int that a bit forward?" he laughed.
Greg went beet red and looked away.
"That's not what I meant!" Greg sputtered, "You just need to go to bed."
John giggled again and lifted his hand up to Greg's chest.
"Asssking me to bed?" John questioned, slurring the words slightly.
"Oh god, you're a horny drunk too," Greg grumbled, smacking his forehead, "Let's go."
He wrapped one arm around John and hoisted him off the seat. He dragged him towards the door and struggled to flag a cab. John clung to his arm, giggling. He did his best to ignore him, but it was pretty hard when the man was so far gone that he pressed his crotch to Greg's leg.
"Stop it, John!" Greg snapped.
"Don't wanna," John groaned.
"Well, you're going to have to!" Greg insisted, "Because I don't want to have sex with you…like this. Maybe if there were other circumstances, it would be different. But you love Sherlock. And I love….i love the British Government, dammit. So quit this right now!"
John looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes and it made Greg's heart break. He wrapped his arms around John as the tears fell from his eyes. Greg petted his hair soothingly.
"It's ok, Johnny, it's ok," Greg assured him, "Once you sleep this off, you can go to Sherlock, ok? You two will work it out. Just please stop crying."
He saw a cab coming their way and quickly flailed his arm trying to get it to stop. Thankfully, it pulled to the curb and Greg quickly opened the door and backed into it, not letting go of John who clung to his shirt. He closed the door and barked the address at the cabbie. John whimpered and sobbed into his shirt as they rode to Greg's apartment.
Once they got there it was no easy feat to drag John into the apartment. Greg grunted as they struggled up the stairs. Someone needs to lose some weight, Greg thought as they finally made it to his door. He shakily unlocked it, trying to keep John upright. He slammed the door and locked it behind him as soon as he managed to drag the doctor into the living room.
"You live in apartment?" John said, curiously lifting his head from Greg's shoulder.
"Yeah, where you think I'd live?" Greg questioned.
"Police department," John mumbled.
Greg chuckled at that as John wobbly stood up on his own. Greg clutched his arm, just in case.
"You alright?" Greg questioned.
"'M fine," John muttered, "'M tired."
"Come on, let's go to bed, eh?" Greg offered.
"Mmok," John said, his head lazily lolling to the right.
Greg rolled his eyes and dragged John towards is bedroom. Never thought he'd be doing that. He shrugged absentmindedly and opened his door. He pulled John inside and pushed him to sit on the bed.
"Shoes off, ok?" Greg instructed.
He sat down next to John who fumbled with his laces and finally got his shoes off. Greg pulled his coat off for him and instructed him to take off his jeans. John looked up at him with a lopsided grin.
"Not like that, you dunce," Greg rolled his eyes, "Trust me on this one. Drunken sleep is so much better without jeans."
John stood shakily and Greg turned to give him some privacy as he took his jeans off. John tapped his shoulder and Greg turned back around. John was smiling proudly down at his now bare legs. Greg had to laugh loudly at the sight of John's pants.
"Red, John?" Greg laughed.
"I like 'em," John said defensively.
"Right," Greg said, his laughter dying down but a grin still on his face, "Go on to bed then."
John's head turned to look at the bed and then he turned to look back at Greg with those adorable wide eyes again.
"Will you stay with me?" John pleaded.
"Oh god," Greg buried his face in his hands, "Yes, but if you do anything sexual I will arrest you for assault on an officer."
"Mmmk," John said.
Greg looked up to see John crawling under the covers. He sighed loudly, tilting his head to look at the ceiling. Then he took off his coat, throwing it haphazardly towards the chair in his room. He hurriedly took of his shoes and jeans before he could think about how this would look if anyone walked in on them. He slipped under the covers next to John who cuddled up close to him. He considered protesting, but he figured he'd let his friend have this one. Because that's what friends do.
John woke up to warmth circling him. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to figure out what he could. Strong arms, flat chest, must be a guy, John thought cautiously. He opened his eyes to a black-clad chest. He blinked several times.
"Sherlock?" he questioned hopefully.
"That is the most depressing thing I've ever heard," a gruff voice chuckled above him.
"Greg?" John questioned.
"Mm-hm," Greg answered.
"Oh my god," John groaned, "What did I do to you?"
"Ah, so you're aware," Greg answered in an amused voice, "You're aware how cuddly and touchy you get?"
"Yes, I know," John answered, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have drunk so much."
As soon as he said that a headache and nausea hit him. He groaned, pressing his forehead into Greg's chest.
"I'll get you some pain stuff in a bit," Greg said, "Just don't feel like moving right now. This is very comfortable."
John groaned again, trying to remember what happened. He really didn't remember much. He hazily remembered pressing himself to Greg. He wanted to cry. He really shouldn't be allowed to drink…he pushed his probes down to his ass, which was completely not sore. He frowned.
"You let me-," John started but Greg cut him off.
"No, we didn't do anything," Greg said, "We just went to sleep. You asked me not to leave."
"Oh thank god!" John gushed, tightening his arms around Greg, "I was so afraid…"
"It's ok, Three-Continents," Greg chuckled.
John blushed at the nickname. He breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that things hadn't gotten too out of hand. He pressed his face closer to Greg's chest; half wishing it was someone else. A certain someone else he had to go talk to…
"It's funny, isn't it?" Greg said quietly, "I don't want to let go because I'm pretending you're someone else…"
"Oh, Greg, I'm sorry," John said, "We can stay like this if you want."
"Best not," Greg answered, "You have morning wood."
John leapt away, blushing and sputtering. He turned his body away from Greg, burying his face into his hands. He turned back to look at Greg who was grinning sleepily at him.
"You tosser!" John shouted, throwing the nearest pillow at him.
Greg just laughed and grabbed the pillow, hugging it to him. He closed his eyes and snuggled into it. Then he raised a hand and waved it around.
"Get out of here," he commanded, "You have a consulting detective to work things out with."
John grinned and looked around for his clothes.
"Oh, bathroom for the pain medicine," Greg added sleepily.
John rolled his eyes and hurriedly pulled on his clothes. Not bothering to tuck in his shirt or actually put on his coat. He found the bathroom and swallowed two aspirin and hurried out of the apartment. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he ran to hail a cab. His smile was because he knew it was time to tell Sherlock he loved him. And he was so glad.
Little note: Hope ya'll liked it! I know it took me forever to write! T.T Thanks for all the support! Love you all!