A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! So Kristin5687 sent me a picture (I will include it above) and I got inspired!!! There is also going to be a Mystrade part to this so keep your eyes peeled on my Mystrade book!!! Soon as I finish little sketch for that part I will post it. Hope you like it!! Enjoy<3
***I should say that his insanely fluffy story is an apology to those of you that are reading my new AU The Broken Boys.....If you aren't reading it yet i would recommend you do that but be warned......it is fucking brutal and the entire book is one big TRIGGER WARNING!! so read at your own risk...****
"So, you're telling me, that we have to go to a Gay Pride Parade, for a case?" John asked as he wriggled into the too-small t-shirt Sherlock had handed him. He suddenly was very glad he had started working out again. The shirt fit him snugly and a few months ago he would have been embarrassed.
"Yes John. If you are uncomfortable with this-"
"Why would I be uncomfortable? Like I said; it's all fine." John felt a wave of frustration towards the other man. Even after all these years, Sherlock kept assuming that he wasn't okay with gays. It pissed him off.
John had started coming out as Bi to some of his friends, like Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, and Mike Stamford, but hadn't said anything about it to Sherlock. He had assumed the genius would be smart enough to figure it out on his own.
Sherlock came out of the bathroom, dressed in a tight-fitting purple t-shirt and white skinny jeans. He was wearing the slightest amount of black eyeliner and a collar around his neck.
He was gorgeous and John felt the sudden need to cover himself.
They stared at each other for a few moments before Sherlock shook his head, mumbling about how the party was about to start and that they should get going. John agreed, pulling on the sneakers Sherlock bought for him to wear and following the other man out the door.
The parade was loud and exciting, sending thrills of pleasure through John's mind. People were happy and celebrating, throwing rainbow glitter in the air and waving their pride flags.
Somewhere along the way, John and Sherlock got separated, and since Sherlock had neglected to tell John what they were looking for, he decided to just have a bit of fun. He made his way to the centre of the street, where they had set up a makeshift stage and dance floor. The signs said that Lady Ga Ga was the woman singing, and John recognized some of her songs from the radio.
He wound up dancing with a handsome young man, one that looked marginally like Sherlock, but not quite enough to trick his mind.
"How long ago did you come out, Gorgeous?" The young man, John thought he had said his name was Sammy, asked, running his lips along John's neck.
"A few months ago." John fought back the flash of self loathing that always accompanied that question. "Should have happened years ago, but-" Sammy spun John around in his arms and took his face in his hands.
"No regrets. Not today Baby." Sammy grinned at John before leaning down and kissing him. Panic tried to make John push the younger man off him, but then a new voice spoke up from the back of his head and he grinned into the kiss.
No hiding, not anymore.
Sherlock had deliberately left John's side, not wanting to deal with the discomfort he knew the older man would be feeling. This was supposed to be a celebration of pride for the LGBTQ+ community, yet Sherlock found he wasn't in the mood to celebrate.
Yes, he was here with the man he loved, but the man he loved was not here with him.
Sherlock decided that he wasn't going to go home just to cry into his pillow again. He would find someone and go home with them. Maybe that shorter man wrapped in the Bi colors, the one that was snogging the skinny boy. He looked enough like John that if Sherlock wasn't paying attention, he could pretend it was his blogger.
The shorter man broke the kiss and grinned brightly up at the skinny boy and Sherlock felt his heart stop.
It was John. His John was snogging some skinny boy while wrapped in the Bi flag with little blue and pink rainbows painted on his cheeks. The skinny boy caught his eyes and Sherlock saw the understanding in them as he turned back to John, whispering something in the older man's ear before spinning him to face Sherlock and giving him and rough shove.
John broke the kiss, grinning up at the boy. He was still conflicted, this wasn't Sherlock, but the kid was attractive and certainly seemed to be interested in him. The boy glanced off to the side and John felt him freeze for a moment before he leaned down, lips brushing John's ear.
"No more regrets Baby." John felt a flare of confusion at the words and nearly stumbled when Sammy spun him and shoved him, sending him stumbling into someone else.
"Did he hurt you?" A voice asked, sending a flare of embarrassment through John and he righted himself, not pulling away from the arms of Sherlock Holmes.
"No. Surprised me a bit with that shove, but he didn't hurt me." John met Sherlock's eyes and fought the habitual instinct to step away and crack a joke. No more hiding. "I didn't hurt you though? When I fell?"
"No John, you didn't hurt me."
"Good." Sherlock looked and sounded pissed, but John couldn't figure out why. The man was ACE, why would he care if John came out as-
His thoughts were cut short by Sherlock's lips crashing inelegantly against his own. He made a sound of shock, but wound his hands around the back of Sherlock's neck and leaned into the kiss.
Something in his chest sparked, something he hadn't felt when he was kissing Sammy. The boy had been a great kisser, and John wasn't going to lie and say he hadn't enjoyed his first experience snogging another man, but this was different.
This kiss felt like late nights and longer days. It felt like warmth and tea and home. It felt like desperate need and stumbling up the stairs. This kiss was the reason John was celebrating. This kiss was right.
Sherlock was the first to break the kiss, resting his forehead against John's and breathing rapidly.
"Y-You- you're-" John laughed when the brilliant man stumbled over his thoughts, stealing another kiss before nodding. "S-Since when?"
"All my life I guess, but I only started letting myself think about it after Mary and the baby died. I started coming out a few months ago."
"Why didn't you say anything?" John laughed, still pressing soft kisses to those perfect lips. He had seven years of kisses to catch up on.
"You're the one that always says you can, how did you put it? 'Identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb.' Figured it wasn't unreasonable to expect you to guess that I am Bi." Sherlock laughed sadly and took John's face in his hands, mixing the pink and blue glitter with the rainbow glitter covering his own body.
"You, John Watson, are my biggest blind spot. I have entire wings in my mind palace dedicated to you, but I still can't read you." John saw the sadness in the detective's eyes and smiled, sliding one hand up into Sherlock's glitter-filled curls.
"No more hiding." He whispered as he pulled his detective down for another kiss. He heard Sammy cheering for them and they were hit with more glitter as another song started.
For the first time in his life, John Watson was truly happy, and finally free from his own mind.
