Brainy is The New Sexy

11

Sherlock's POV
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The events with John played in my mind. It was the only thing I could seem to concentrate on. Everything else in my mind palace became cloudy but John, he was clear. I remember that John came in and sat me down. His voice was stuttering, almost as if he couldn't get the words out.

Frankly, I'd been acting weird around him. I felt sick sometimes and hot and flustered at others. I thought I was just getting ill but it was only happening when I was around John. I couldn't figure out what was going on, was I feeling? Ugh! Just the thought of feelings made me shudder. I buried my feelings away a long time ago and as I grew up I never made any friends. Sometimes I wondered if it was abnormal or unnecessary but when this thought came to mind, although this wasn't often, some girl would come past crying, complaining on how her boyfriend hurt her or how her friend had betrayed her. Proving my theory that feelings were arbitrary. John on the other hand, he made these feeling resurface and it was quite worrying.
"Sherlock, erm. Haha." John was nervous, his hands became clammy and his feet fidgeted. "I-I know this sounds crazy but I think I'm in love with you." He began to blush, flustered at the idea he could be gay.
I sat there in silence, searching for the right response. When it suddenly hit me, actions speak louder than words.
I began to lean towards John, slowly closing my eyes, he responded by backing away slightly but returning back to where he was. I gently pressed my lips against his. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his hand on the back of my neck. Without realising it, I placed one of my hands on his waist and the other further up his back. The moment only lasted a minuet but it felt like a life time. Somehow I felt complete, a small hole in my heart from where my loneliness lived became full from this moment with John. John. John Watson my blogger, MY blogger. Just mine.
"Does this make me gay?" I asked in confusion.
"You make that sound like its bad." John looked into my eyes, reading them like a book. "That's because it's only been used as an insult towards you isn't it?" He paused registering my silence as a yes. "Oh Sherlock." John's reassuring smile comforted me. His arms gently wrapped around me and said "You know, being gay isn't bad. I may not be gay. But I love you."
"How can you love me and not be gay?" I asked slightly concerned.
John's laugh confirmed I was missing something.
"My Sherlock Holmes, not knowing much about sexuality. I'm bisexual, it means I'm involved with both boys and girls, not at the same time though obviously." He laughed once again and ran his fingers through my hair.
Wow, my first relationship. I thought, it felt weird but a good kind of weird. Butterflies stopped going around my stomach. Maybe this is meant to be.