Opened by Accident

John's POV

This whole part is in John's  point of  view.
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"Fu~~ck, harder Watson."
                    His long, beautiful fingers moved more vigoriously, in and out. Sherlock's moaning gets louder and louder. I gotta get out of here, before he finishes.
                   The cold London climate keeps me alert, which helps because i'm daydreaming of Sherlock...
                   I don't know why but i feel distant. I don't feel like Watson. "...harder Watson...".
               Stop it! You're straight, right? But more importantly, Sherlock is a human being, a human. It's only normal for him to... to please himself. And it isn't odd to mishear him... but i'm sure...

            No, you are straight, Sherlock is a human. He is also ...
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area..." He never said that men weren't his area.
            So a handsome, tall, beautiful, talented, amazing, fantastic Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a single gay man. Well if you keep doing that soon you'll become a gay man.
          You're straight. He's gay. That will never become a thing.
          My phone rings.
"Hello?"
"John, where are you? You left the appartment but came here to put the stuff back and left."
What do you say, Watson? You're gay crush is now questioning where you are? Stop doing this to yourself John. You're argueing to yourself. Be you again.
"I just needed a walk."
"..."
"Look, Sherlock."
What are you doing? This is what happens when you over think. You stop thinking logically.
"This will seem out of the blue but..."
Just say it.
"Are you gay?"
"John" Sherlock said with worry and i gulped.
"Yes, i'm gay and i would like to know why you ask."
"I walked in on you"
"John John!"

                            I open my eyes. Sherlock's beautiful face is the first thing i see.
"John, are you awake?"
                            Sherlock was holding me and bending over me. I was sitting on the couch with Sherlock kneeling on the floor. I was surrounded by a blanket. Good thing too, i was in shock and big confusion. I tried sitting up but the way Sherlock was holding me, it prevented me from sitting up.
"What happened?" It was a stupid question.
  " You fainted and was unconscious for half an hour." I can see the fear in Sherlock's face. He cared for me since i passed out. He was in his robe whilst i was still in my clothes from this morning. This morning. Remember that. You were wondering about your love life.
"Do you feel sick or..." Sherlock paused himself, as if realising he's showing more of his humane side. Sherlock is human.
                        Sherlock is looking away now, as if the silence we've created humiliated himself. His face is a cute shade of pink.
Face it, you're not gay

But you're not straight either.