AN: Thank you all for staying with me for 11 chapters x) I thought I'd give you some action seeing it has been long and angsty.

CHAPTER 11

"YES OR NO?" Sherlock demanded. John briskly paced the room in silence; he couldn't make up his mind. He was panicking from all the pressure, and Sherlock just added to it, "WHAT IS IT?"

"NO!" John finally erupted, he massaged his temples briefly and sighed before turning to Sherlock, "I'm sorry Sherlock, I thought that I'd think about it because it's you, but I'm just not gay." He looked at Sherlock, who in return averted eye contact, the aloof man's armour was chipped and his dejectful suprise was clear,

"Well John, wouldn't it have been better if you just outed with that in the first place," his tone turned bitingly cold, "you know full well that I am an observant man and yet you led me on and taunted me with false hope."

"I'm sorry Sherlock, let's just be friends like before,"

"I don't have friends," Sherlock retorted before withdrawing himself into his room.

John didn't sleep well that night; a mixture of guilt and uncertainty had welled up inside him. "I know it was bad to lead him on" he thought to himself, tossing and turning. His thoughts went backwards and forwards between his feelings for Sherlock and whether what he did was right. John, being a smaller framed male, had a few similar propositions from men, but Sherlock was the only one to make him question himself. "So that means I'm gay for him? No. no. no no. no... no. I like women John, women." He reassured himself. It was a long and arduous night.

He only managed a few hours sleep, and for the first time John was up before Sherlock. He took the golden oppurtunity to work on his reports for university. His tongue poked out ever so slightly as he concentrated on the keyboard, and he tapped preciously onf the keys. As he thought about his lab work, the thoughts from the previous night intruded more and more frequently. "I'm not gay," he reconfirmed, but the thought would not leave. Checking his watch, he realised that Sherlock would not be awake for a while; it was only 6:30am. He sneaked over to Sherlock's door and pressed his ear: silence. Good. Again, he tiptoed across the living room and sat down on his desk again. His next move was a risky one, but he had to tell for sure whether or not it was true.

Opening up his browser, John quickly turned on private browsing and prepared for his "experiment". As he searched online for "adult" videos, it did not take long to find one that would suffice. The video started and the over-tanned and under-dressed nurses "played" with each other. As the moaning emitted from his laptop, John lowered the volume in order to not wake up the roommate and a wave of relief hit John as he felt his organ rise in his pants, wanting to escape its cloth prison. He slipped down his hands into his pants and stroked the throbbing member. His breathing paced and his erection grew harder,

"Enjoying the film John?" said a voice from behind, it was Sherlock, in his usual bedtime garb of just a sheet. "You know I very much doubt that those nurses are properly qualified, look at that grave misconduct." In any other situation John would've laughed, but with his hands in his pants and the laptop still running, he stared at Sherlock with absolute horror.

"Now John, you are a mean person indeed." He slowly approached the aroused male, "You said no, and now I see you've performed a little show for me." he bent down and whispered in his ear, "Now why don't you carry on enjoying the video," he said as he invaded John's pyjamas with his long dexterous hands.

"Wait what are-ahhhhh" John was interupted as Sherlock proceeded to help John's erection along. The film on his laptop, the sensation of another's hands and the sultry heat of Sherlock's hot breath on the nape of his neck led for a swift explosion of pleasure and John panted with relief.

"There you go." Sherlock said as he felt the hot fluid in his hands.

"What the HELL was that?" John roared at Sherlock,

"Just a bit of friendly aid my dear Watson. I mean that is what you want, for us to be friends?" He said with a sly smile, "Now must be off, I have mine to tend to." He said, strolling to the bathroom, his sheet falling and exposing his pale chest as he did so, as if it was a final tease for John.

"Shit," John mumbled, dropping his red face to the table, and shutting the embarrasing video. His session didn't reveal anything at all in the end.

AN: Sorry for not writing Sherlock's "session" in the shower, but I'm new to writing this sort of stuff and my brain is pretty frazzled now lol. Anyway, it would end up very similar to chapter 2 .

Now, I was about to call this chapter "The Adventure's of the Watson Bone." (ACD Title: The Adventures of the Mazarin Stone) Was it a good move changing the title, or should I have changed it back? x)