Johnlock Oneshots

i don't mind

"i don't mind." john said then looked up from the hand palced on his best friend's knee, metting eyes with the man.

sherlock shrugged. "i don't mind either." he said as he took a sip of his drink, setting it down as he kept eye contact with his friend.

john placed his other hand on the other knee and pushed himself up, inches away from the face of his drunk best friend. "you don't mind?" he whispered.

"i don't mind." sherlock whispered back.

john leaned foward slowly until his lips met with the ones of the detective. he was now laying flush against sherlock, kissing his deeply. nothing was stopping him. no warnings were going off in his head that he was getting married in the morning, mary had completly left his mind. sherlock was the only thing on it. john was thinking about what sherlock would look like with his trousers off, what he would look like coated in sweat as he fucked him, what he would look like when he came. his mind was filled with nasty thoughts about his best man, and he didn't want them to stop. he kissed the man deeper now, tongues colliding with eachother. john lifted himself up some more and his hard on rubbed agsinst sherlocks, making a soft noise come from the detective. john like the sound he made, so he did it again, rolling his hips this time. a louder noise came this time and john needed more, wanted more. he pulled away from the kiss and pressed his face into sherlock's neck as he did it again, harder this time.

"john.." sherlock moaned softly.

sherlock saying his name like that made him growl softly, kissing his neck as he started to dry hump the man, moaning softly himself. john loved this. loved the scent of sherlock, loved the feeling, the warmth of sherlock, loved the noises he was making. it was driving him up the wall. he continued to do what he was doing, not wanting this to stop.

"john..!" sherlock gasped softly, holding onto the man. he moaned into john's ear loudly as he came, making the doctor lose it.

"please, sherlock." john begged. "please let me fuck you." he said in the to detective's neck.

"i-i can't." sherlock said as he suddenly snapped back into reality. he let go of john, pushing him back into his chair. he stood, cringing as he felt his own come in his pants. "you have to go." he said and held back the tears as he walked to his room. he shouldn't have let john do that. his feeling overrided his mind and he let john do it. he was getting married to mary and he was his best man. it was wrong and it was s mistake. they were both drunk and it all just happened so quickly. sherlock closed his door then fell against it, sighing heavily. he lost the man he loves and now he has deffiently lost his best friend. he rubbed is face then stubmled over to the bed, sitting down on it. he took his shoes off, letting them fall to the ground with a thud then took his trousers and pants off, putting on a fresh pair of pants and then his pajamas.

john sat in his chair, comptiplating the thoughts of his soon to be wife then his best friend. he came to his sesnse, his drunk ones, but they were still honest. he didn't love mary as much as he loved sherlock. he had made a mistake. he made a mistake and now he'd probably have to live with it for the rest of his life unless he went and confronted his feeling to sherlock. he had too. he didn't want to live in lies. john got up from his chair and finished off his scotch before walking to sherlock's room the best he could with out tripping over his feet.

"sherlock?" he slurred. "hey, can we talk?" he asked as he leaned against the door. "i gotta tell you somethin'. it's really important too." he said drunkily with a sigh. he knocked on the door this time. "sherlock?"

sherlock opened the door, making john fall to the floor. he gasped then helped john up the bed he could. "i'm so sorry." he said and helped the doctor to the bed, sitting next to him.