Johnlock Oneshots

Chapter 1~ Sick

SORRY IF THIS IS BAD.

TYPE: FLUFF

JOHNS POV

Another bleak, grey day had downcast on a snow-layerd London. I sighed and watched the soft grey clouds slowly roll by, enjoying the warm cup of tea in my hand. It was early morning and I settled in my chair and waited for a case to appear. Let me breifly explain. I am flat-mates with my boyfriend Sherlock Holmes. Yes. The Sherlock Homes, mastermind. We got a case almost everday, which Sherlock was obsessed with those. I was almost like his side kick. But today felt....oddly bleak. 

I finally heard the shuffling that could only be Sherlock Holmes. What I didnt expect to hear was the dreadful cough that erupted form him. I whipped around "Sherlock?" His nose was astoundingly red and he looked paler than usual and a little green. His hair was disheveled wich was extremely cute. But his face and eyes had lost its intense demeanor, replaced with a dazed and slightly miserable face. "Yes John?" Sherlock had another mini-coughing fit and plopped on the couch under the smiley-face. 

I stood and walked to him. I gingerly pressed my hand to his forehead and it was quite hot. "Oh Sherlock, you're sick." He narrowed his eyes at me and scoffed "John I do not get...sick. I'm Sherlock Holmes." I rolled my eyes. "Well you obviously are sick. Now lay back, we arent accepting any cases today..." Sherlocked jumped up at this eyes frantic. "No! John im going on a case today-." He started coughing again and collapsed back down. I nodded and grabbed a blanket. "Yeah no. We arent doing anything today. Besides if you rest the sooner you get back to work." 

As I covered him with the blanket I was suddenly yanked forward. I fell ontop of Sherlock, sitting on his stomcahe and hands on either side of his head. Sherlocks hands were gripping the front of my shirt, pulling me to where our noses were inches apart. "Come on John..." Sherlocks gruff and implying voice in my ear gave me shivers. "I am perfectly..." he put his hand on the small of my back and nibbled on my ear slightly. I blushed deeply. "...fine." I bit my lip. As Sherlock lightly sucked my ear, his hands slowly made their way down my back to finally rest on my arse. I felt those talented fingers slowly massage and play with my arse, fingers tracing and rubbing me oh so slightly. I turned my head into his neck and groaned lightly. My hips started moving little by little on their own accord. I was enjoying this much more than I should...but no. I knew what he was doing and he needed to get better. I shook my head. 

"No, Sherlock. You need to get better". I sat up on his stomach, ignoring my evident hard on and Sherlock's. Sherlock noticed quickly and eagerly attempted to pull me back down. "Oh come now John, let me deal with the little problem I've already started. You always nag at me to clean up my messes, correct?" I laughed and escaped the geniuses desperate attempt. I slid off of him and went into the kitchen. "Ok, one, I do not nag. Second, you know I usually would love to have an good morning shag, but you're sick love. And although I know you wouldn't mind, I don't necessarily want to become sick as well."

 I heard Sherlock sigh dramatically. "John, you're so infuriating sometimes." I laughed and called back. "I love you too." I glanced back down at myself and sighed. 'I guess i'll have to deal with that later.' I quickly made him a cup of tea and brought it in the living room. As I sat it down I noticed him peeking under the covers too much. "What are you doing?" I asked and got closer. Sherlock avoided eye contact and straightened the sheets. "Nothing John". I raised my eyebrows "Out with it." I crossed my arms as he shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous John. I dont know what you're talking about." I sighed and threw of the sheets. Sherlocks phone was open and texting. I gasped and snatched it.

Lestrade: Sherlock? We have a case and we need you.

Lestrade: Sherlock are you there?

Sherlock: Yes. I need you to come get me.
SH

"Sherlock!" I warned in an exasperated tone as I dialed Lestrades number. Sherlock glared as I told him we wouldnt take any cases today. I hung up and slipped it into my pocket. "Now that thats settled," I turned to him "lets get you to bed so you can rest". Sherlocks face glared at him as if his mother had just told him he couldnt have a cookie. I smiled his messy hair and red nose. "You know...I quite like seeing you sick. Its adorable." Sherlock huffed "Oh please John." 

Sherlock sat up and I hooked one arm under him to support. It was a struggle to get him back to bed but we made it, if not slowly but surely. As I layed him down and fixing the covers my hand accidently pressed quite noticablly on his...'package'. I straightened my back and looked away, trying to hide my blush. I didnt have to look to know that Sherlock had his signiture cheesy smirk on. "My John needy are we? The living room wasn't enough?" I coughed and squinted at him. "Shut up Sherlock." 

Sherlock raised his eyebrows knowingly at me. I incredibally blushed at him even more and turned my back. "Well, if you're all settled, I'll just go and grab your medicine." I rushed out of the room and tried to calm my burning cheeks. Once I had calmed down and gotten his medicine I walked back in. Sherlock had his hands resting under his chin and his gaze glued to the ceiling. I sat down beside him and waited for him to notice. He glanced in my direction and smirked "I assume you arent here to violate me?" I blushed and sent daggers at him. "Sit up Sherlock". 

Chuckling he did as I asked with a little difficulty. I gave him some medicine for his fever and his coughing. As he took them I nodded "You should be better in a few days if you rest." Sherlock groaned and snuggled back into the covers. I loved taking care of him this way, it made me feel important. Wow that sounded like im a total idiot. But I loved seeing Sherlock lay there and knowing my lover would soon be better because of me. I stood and made way to the door. "Wait. John...will you stay...with me?" 

I turned and was amused to find Sherlock wrapped in blankets and gesturing for me to lay down. I chuckled and did as he commanded. I laid and turned my back from him, not wanting to be face-to-face with his sickness. I was then pulled into Sherlocks larger frame, his body pressed to my back and arms wrapped around me. I sighed and leaned into him. "Mmhhmm." I sighed and he chuckled. "You enjoy being cuddled?" I nodded. We laid there for quite sometime when I felt his hand move to my thigh, lightly running his hand up and down it. I ignored it and went back into my happy daze. Then his hand moved upwards and I squirmed. "Sherlock." I gave out a warning tone.

"Stop moving John I can't sleep." I tried to remain still as his hand got closer to my dick. His hand suddenly grasped it and I gasped/moaned in response "Sherlock!" It only lasted briefly for after a moment he removed his hand. Left shocked and slightly turned on after the breif yet rough contact I turned to Sherlock. "What was that all about!?" His face was slightly mischievous as he looked at me and shrugged. "I was just returning a favor. Seeing how you did something for me, it only seemed common ettiqute to do something in return". I nodded and my voice sounded high as I let out an "Oh." I bit my lip and turned back, now fully awake. 

"You know...since we seem to have the rest of the day off, maybe we could use it in an...inventive way?" Sherlock whispered in my ear. I let out a slight shiver. I felt his smirk "Mhm. Maybe we should..." Sherlock placed soft kisses on my neck and I leaned into him. But Sherlock soon pulled back and had another coughing fit. I sat up and looked down at him. Sherlock groaned in annoyance. "Come back down here John-."  I shook my head "Sherlock, love, you know I would love to, but like I said. You're sick. We cant". Sherlock growled and banged his head on the head-board. "Damn it all!" I smirked and laid back down. "Although...if you rest and not fuss about taking your medicine, we could certainly make an attempt soon..." I had never seen a more determined and serious look as Sherlock layed back and screwed his eyes shut. I laughed and laid beside him. 'Maybe we should have more sick days...'