Johnlock Smut

Didnt Go Well...

Sherlock's POV

Does he like me? No. We are friends. I don't like men. I would never get in any arousal contact. John and I are just friends. I can't stop him from liking me.

Narrative Part

John stood up from his bed and walked out into the main area, where Sherlock sat in his chair. John sat in his chair and they started a conversation.

Sherlock- Hello John

John- Hi..

Sherlock- Anything you would like to say at all.

John- Um no, not really. Why?

Sherlock- Oh just wondering.

John- So when I was gone earlier...

Sherlock- God I can't stand holding it in any longer. I know you like me John. I can tell. Your pupils are dilated, clear sign right there, your nervous talk, the way you sit, crossed legs towards me. All gives it away too much.

John-...

John stood up and walked out the room and went outside and stood there. Sherlock saw him and stared at him. He must have been right. Usually people run away when they can't handle the truth. Wait, that's not my part. AHEM!!

Sherlock's POV

I guess I was right. I'm always right. John usually can't handle the truth most of the time. He did come back but he never talked to me the entire day. We did some cases that day to, he never talked to me. Must have hurt him too bad. Why do I have sudden guilt? It's not right...