I didn't know you loved me too: A Johnlock oneshot

 

John sits in his armchair in the flat, combing the newspapers yet again for a new case to present to Sherlock. He is always getting bored, and John and Mrs. Hudson are trying to wean him off his smoking habits. He glances at his watch. It's getting late. Sherlock should be back from his present case right now. John would have gone with him, but his damn leg was acting up again. He thought it better to stay home.

John heard the sound of feet pounding up the stairs. He turned just as Sherlock swept through the door, covered in mud and lord knows what else, heading in the direction of the shower.

"Sherlock? What the hell..?"

John was used to him showing up a bit disheveled, but this... was that blood?

"Oh my god Sherlock... are you ok?"

"Yes John" says Sherlock, barely looking at him on the way by, "had a little scuffle down by the Thames, it got a little bloody. At least for the other man."

"Right, yeah. Of course" John laughed nervously. It seemed as if then only things Sherlock never paid attention to were the solar system and other people's feelings. Lucky for John. He couldn't imagine how awkward it would be if Sherlock noticed how he felt, how much he cared. On the other hand, it is complete torture to not have his feelings returned.

John heard a second pair of feet climbing the stairs. Mrs. Hudson popped her head into the room.

"Was that Sherlock?" she asked

"Who else makes that sort of entrance?"

Mrs. Hudson's laugh quickly turned into a small scowl when John asked if she could make dinner.

"I'm not your housekeeper!" she reminded him for the hundredth time as he walked off to the bedroom.

The sound of the tap being turned on in the bathroom made John raise his head. It meant that Sherlock was standing in the next room wet and naked. Exactly the way he had dreamed about countless times.

'You can't go in there, John... you can't. You don't need to think these thoughts. They will just hurt you. Are you even sure Sherlock is capable of loving you back?'

"Damnit" he says. "I'm going in"

John slips into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He can see the soft silhouette of Sherlock's tall, slender frame behind the shower curtain.

It was getting steamy in here. John removed his shirt. He heard a loud clanging and he jumped, fearing discovery. But Sherlock had just dropped the soap.

Damn. He was so adorable.

'Why does it seem that I always fall for the people who can never love me back...?' John glimpsed the shadow of Sherlock bending down to retrieve his soap, and felt a small ache between his legs. He glanced down to see the expected bulge in his pants.

'Why not' John thinks.

He slips his trousers and pants off, smiling to himself when his boner was finally free. That felt much better.

John settled himself on the toilet lid, thinking about slipping in with Sherlock.

"Well, here goes nothing"

He pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in behind Sherlock.

"John! What are you doing?" Sherlock nearly screamed, attempting to cover himself with his hands.

'Oh. My. God. He is absolutely gorgeous.' John thought, taking in Sherlock's thin but muscled figure, and tight ass cheeks. 'Wait did he say something? God, John, think of something clever'