50 ways of Johnlock

Way 2: "Sorry we couldn't do seperate rooms boys"

John and Sherlock were on a case outside of London. They had to stay in a hotel. Only one tiny problem. There was only one room left, with one bed. "It's just sleeping John, no big deal. Ofcourse it's fine" Sherlock answered when John asked if that was okay. So after a long day they ended up in bed. "Goodnight Sherlock" John said and he shut off the light. "Goodnight John" Sherlock answered. John fell asleep rather quickly. Sherlock, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. John was laying half naked beside him. They were sharing a bed. And John was sleeptalking.
This is how it went. John was asleep and Sherlock wide awake.

J: Hmm Sherlock, what are you doing? No, don't go now... Please... Just sit...

S: I'm right here John.

J: Good... How are you?

S: uhm... Doing fine? *awkward* you?

J: hmm no Greg... I'm not fine...

S: hmm *frowns* how come?

J: just... Stuff

S: John, just get it out already.

J: Sherlock is acting weird lately...

S: .... Really? How come?

J: He makes tea... And he tries to talk....

S: there is nothing wrong with that, or is there

J: It makes me feel uncomfortable...

S: what do you mean? Why?

John turned around and was now facing Sherlock. He kept quiet for a minute. Sherlock couldn't help but look at the man beside him. His face, his chest. The moonlight shone trough the window and onto John.

J: I think he knows....

S: What John? What could he know?

J: hmm ponies and rainbows...

S: Rainbows? Ponies? You are not making any sence, I hope you know that. *frowning more*

J: Oh good god Greg... Are you an idiot?

S: yes... He is... *softly chuckles*

J: It's not funny! Don't you understand when I say rainbow?

S: I'm sorry... I don't...

J: *grumbles* It was you who invented the pun....

S: .... So, you mean... He's gay?

J: no... I am...

S: but, you always said, you weren't

J: you know well enough that I am in love with someone...

S: *turns sad* oh... Well, who is the lucky guy?

J: promise you will not tell.... Otherwise everything is broken.

S: I promise John...

J: You know him very well...

S: Oh, please don't tell it's Mycroft!

J: Oh ofcourse not! Come on... I know how much you fancy him...

S: John... Please say it's not Anderson....

J: you are acting like an Anderson right now Greg... It's Sherlock....

S: .........

J: *turns around in his sleep and softly snores*

Sherlock sat there for several minutes. Frozen, dumbstruck. He couldn't believe what he just heard. John? Fallen in love with him? That was too good to be true. Sherlock didn't know what to do. He looked at his flatmate. Softly smiling. John seemed so much younger without that frown on his forehead. He looked so relaxed. So sweet. Sherlock had a plan. It could either go right. Or terribly wrong. But he wanted to take the chance. He woke up John. Careful and gentle. "Hmm Sherlock? What's wrong? Did they call for the case?" John asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Sherlock softly smirked, he said nothing and layed his hand on John's cheek. Leaning forward and he kissed John's soft lips. John's eyes flickered wide open in surprise, slowly closing them as he melted in the kiss. John kissed Sherlock back, but he was the one to break apart. "What the hell are you doing?" John asked. He looked Sherlock in the eyes, voice soft and gentle. A blush on his cheeks. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Sherlock said, smiling. John's blush got more intense and he shook his hand. "I was Greg. We had this conversation... And..." Sherlock was interupted by John. "I am sorry..." John said. Sherlock lifted John's head by his chin. "Don't be, and don't interupt a man when he is trying to confess his feelings John. What I wanted to say is... I love you too..." Sherlock said and looked at John, smiling sweetly. John smiled back, unable to speak. He just leaned forward and their lips met again.