johnlock fluff - 2

part 4... i thought this was a oneshot...

John wasn't sure what to say.

"Oh!" he managed. "You... you mean as in brotherly love or... or romantic love?"

Sherlock frowned. "Do I really have to spell it out, John? I thought even you were above that."

John scowled. "Okay, first you love me, now I'm too stupid to talk to you?"

"No, I didn't mean-"

"Yeah, no, its fine," John interrupted. "You're better than everyone else. I should know that."

"John, please just-"

"It's okay, Sherlock. You're right, I'm stupid. Stupid to think someone as brilliant as you would want someone as dull as me. But, no, um, yeah it's fine. Just... maybe I shouldn't be around you, okay? I'm clearly not... not good enough to be-"

John's rambling was cut short when he felt a pair of strong hands grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him close so their lips met. He let out a quiet grunt of surprise.

Sherlock
was
kissing
him

John immediately reacted by placing his hands on Sherlock's chiseled cheek bones and kissing him deeper. He wasn't sure how much experience the detective had in that... area... so he decided to pull away first.

"Jesus," he gasped, staring up at Sherlock. His friend's eyes were dark with lust and it was a bit startling. John's breath was still catching up with him when Sherlock  leaned down and kissed him a second time, a lot gentler than before.

It wasn't until they pulled away that the pair remembered where they were. Glancing around, John blushed. There were so many people. So many people who'd just experienced him kissing another man. In public.

"Well that was-"

"Amazing," Sherlock breathed. His face was lit up and he looked on the verge of falling down in a fit of giggles. "John, we're going to do that again. At our flat."

John felt like protesting but suddenly realized there was no point. He didn't want to argue with Sherlock about anything at the moment. He smirked.

"This might be fun."

***

"John, John, stop! Ugh!" Sherlock yelled.

John frowned. "What?" He was on the side of the road, waiting for a cab.

((haha i see all you dirty minded people out there))

Sherlock grabbed John's hand and examined it for a moment. "I lied to you."

John raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What this time?"

"Miss Cheshire did kill her brother," the detective said.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock!" John gasped. "Why'd you just let her go, then?"

"Miss Cheshire killed her brother," Sherlock repeated. "About a century ago."

John closed his eyes, trying to figure out what his friend was trying to tell him.

"Barbara's grandmother killed her brother when she was still alive. It's a known fact. Well, obviously known if you've learned it. But it's not a secret."

John shook his head. "If it was her grandmother, then why the hell did we just go through all that trouble? Why, Sherlock?"

"I know it's stupid," Sherlock sighed. "But I wanted a reason to... be your date."

John blinked in surprise. "You... you what? Sherlock!" He laughed in bewilderment. "If you wanted to have a deeper relationship, you should've told me!"

Sherlock smiled sadly. "You're probably right." His eyes wandered up to look at the stars. "But John, you aren't gay."

"But Sherlock, obviously I have feelings for you," John said, placing his hand in Sherlock's chest. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't."

Sherlock looked down at John. He just stared. How was this happening? How was the one man he'd never thought would accept him standing by his side?

How?

Sherlock lifted his hand, hesitant. John smiled and nodded. He wanted this. He wasn't afraid. John stood up on his tippy toes, leaned into Sherlock's hand, and kissed him.