All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Twenty Two

(A/N- sorry its so short! It's late on a school night and I am bloody exhausted! Going back to more Johnlock from now on, and more Mystrade too. Charlie and Dimitri won't appear much more, unless you want them to in which case please comment your opinions. Thanks, Lovelies!

-CH xx)

Chapter 22

Charlie's POV

As I had predicted, things were awkward between Dimitri and I. We avoided eye contact, and he would stand or sit as far from me as possible whenever we were in the same room, as though I had some sort of nasty contagious disease.

I decided I liked him. I liked his otherwise warm personality and his thoughtfulness. He made me breakfast in the mornings, though I never knew if he did it by choice or because it was in his job description, but I appreciated it immensely.

One night we were watching a movie when I paused it with a sigh and looked at Dimitri. "Okay, no," I shook my head. "This won't work. We need to discuss this."

"Discuss what?"

"I fell on top of you naked and we've not properly spoken since."

"And your point is...?"

"Don't sass me, you... Sassy Russian!" I said, trying to find a decent insult, obviously failing.

Dimitri chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's talk."

"About that... I'm sorry. I must've made you feel uncomfortable by... Doing that. I mean, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to come onto you when you're obviously not... I'm sorry, and can we please put it in the past?"

A flash of sadness passed through Dimitri's eyes, but they gained their usual warmth soon enough. He grinned at me, but the smile didn't reach his eyes like it usually would. "Yes, that sounds great."

I nodded and smiled before I got up and went into my room. I closed the door and sat on the edge of my bed. All was well with Dimitri, so why did I feel like things had just gotten worse?

I fell back on my bed and lay there in a daze. Why did I care about Dimitri? I had been interested in John and Tom and Jim and now Dimitri. Sometimes I wished I could be Sherlock Holmes, knowing all there was to know. How easy would it have been in that case?

I heard a tap on the door of my bedroom, and I heard Dimitri on the other side. "Charlie? I have your dinner here. Do you want to come and get it?"

I went and opened the door, seeing Dimitri standing there in his right black t-shirt and blue jeans. His clothing clung to his muscles, causing my body to rage with lust.

"Thank you," I said taking my food. I assume he guessed I wouldn't want to leave my room.

"I'm not, by the way," Dimitri blurted out.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him.

"Straight. I'm bisexual."

We nodded at each other, and then Dimitri sighed and walked out of the room, leaving me there by myself, full of questions.