Falling For You

Gay Together

"Do you love me?" Sherlock asked.

John tried to look away, but he couldn't.  He was magnetized.  "Jesus, Sherlock.  I've a girlfriend."

But Sherlock saw through that.  "John, Mycroft texted me when I was... dead.  He said you loved me."

"Honestly," John snickered.  But deep down, his heart was breaking.  This was the moment of rejection that he was trying to avoid.  He couldn't stand to be rejected after losing Sherlock once already.  

"John.  You've been showing the symptoms," Sherlock explained.

"Symptoms?"

"Accelerated heart rate.  Dilated pupils.  John, I think you might love me," Sherlock said.  

John went and sat down in his chair, unsure of what to say.  Sherlock had finally figured him out. Deduced the last bit of him.  John was almost sure that he would be asked to move out because Sherlock was married to his work or whatever.  There would be nothing for him in London anymore if Sherlock didn't feel the same way.  John was on the verge of tears.  

"I'm sorry, Sherlock.  God, I am so sorry.  I just-"

"It's okay," Sherlock replied.  

John was taken aback.  "What?  It is?"

Sherlock nodded softly and moved closer to John.  "Can I tell you about the fall, John?"

John had to admit that this conversation wasn't going the way he expected.  Sherlock was being understanding, and he was opening up about the fall.  Since Sherlock got back, John was always asking about the fall.  Why he did it.  How he survived.  But every time he asked, Sherlock ignored it or changed the subject.  John nodded, so eager to finally hear about it.  

"Yes, of course," John replied.  

Sherlock looked down at John.  His John.  "Moriarty had snipers.  I jumped to stop them from pulling the trigger," he explained.

"I don't understand," John said.  "Who were they going to kill?"

"You, John.  You had a target on your back and they were going to kill you if I didn't jump.  I had to do some simple math.  A world with me or without you.  And if I had to, I would jump a million more times for you and die on that concrete."

John stood up.  He was so close to Sherlock.  He could feel him breathing.  He could hear his heart.  It was fast.  Very fast.   His pupils were dilated. 

"Sherl-"

"John, I think I might be gay," Sherlock said.  The two boys chuckled with each other for a moment before John took a step towards Sherlock and wrapped his arms around his pale neck, standing on his toes to reach him.  

"Can we be gay together?" John asked.

"Oh God yes."

Sherlock Holmes was about to have his first kiss of his entire life and he was about to have it with John Watson, but then he got embarrassed.  

"John, I don't know what to do now.  I've never-"

"Shh," John giggled.  Then he crashed his lips into Sherlock's and Sherlock wasn't scared because John was guiding him through it all.  Sherlock closed his eyes and found himself wrapping his arms around John's waist.

And then they were just two people madly in love swaying in the gentle breeze of society, but nothing could knock them over because they were rooted to each other.