The Gay Is On (Johnlock)

Chapter 5

'Reason number one,' John read, 'John cares about me more than anyone has ever cared about me. Seeing him weep over my body today tore out my heart and made me break down.'

John was still staying strong, trying not to cry.

Sherlock gave him a "Keep going" squeeze, and John continued on.

'Reason number two...John has the most beautiful eyes. They're the darkest blue I have ever seen, the color of an ocean that I could drown myself in.'

John smiled and looked at Sherlock.

"R-really, Sherlock?"

Sherlock's eyes were closed, but he opened them to see John's. "Yes, John, of course."

John blushed furiously, but went back to reading.

'Reason number three...John's smile is the best smile I have ever seen. He only smiles for me, I think. I love everything about his face, quite honestly.'

John blushed again. He kissed Sherlock tenderly on the lips, enjoying his surprised expression since his eyes had been closed. "I love you so much," he said. "I love you too, my darling John," Sherlock said.

'Reason number four...The way John stands. He stands so tall and straight, like he's never feared anything and never will. He's a soldier, my soldier.'

John teared up at this, but managed to go on, his voice shaking.

'Reason number five...I love each and every one of John's jumpers, even though they are hideous.'

John laughed and playfully smacked Sherlock.

"But seriously, we need to go shopping," Sherlock said in a perfect imitation of a teenage girl. John cracked up at this, and Sherlock pressed their lips together, unable to help himself. John accepted the kiss, but gently pulled away to read the next page.

'Reason number six...John is my rock. Until the day I met him, I was an unfeeling shell of a man, with no sense of human emotions. John saved my life in more ways than one. I could never imagine my life without him, for he showed me what love was, and for that, I'll be eternally g-grateful.'

John couldn't help himself. He leaned over, silently crying. Sherlock quickly wrapped him in his arms, and John leaned against him. "I love you so bloody much, Sherlock."

"I love you too, John."

"God, your voice is so sexy." John's face turned pink. "I'm sorry, it's just so--I can't quite explain it."

"Do you like it when I talk to you, John?" Sherlock said in a deep, tired voice.

John said, "Yes!"

Sherlock laughed, a deep baritone laugh, causing shivers to erupt all over John. Since Sherlock was still holding John, he felt the goosebumps forming on John's arms and smiled.

"John," he said, "Are you tired?"

"Oh, yes," John replied.

All of the sudden, Sherlock had lifted John into the air and carried him like a groom would carry a bride straight to his bedroom. He plonked John onto the bed and laid beside him, not caring that neither of them had pajamas on. John laughed and turned to kiss Sherlock. They kissed their for a long while, their lips and tongues fighting for dominance. Both of them were wild-eyes and out of breath when the kiss ended. Sherlock removed his shirt and enveloped John in a hug, and John did the same. They fell asleep like that, both in a blissful euphoria that they hoped would never end.

(A/N: Hi again! Hmm, I've nothing really to say, besides, I hope you're enjoying the fanfic! Again, please leave comments wherever you please, I would love to know your feedback.

xoxo,
Morgan)