The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 18

"Sherlock! Are you almost ready?" John yelled from the bathroom. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm already packed, just waiting for you to help me to put the bags in your car!" "Don't get sassy with me, Holmes!" John said, sticking his head out of the bathroom. Sherlock smiled. John made him wait about 10 more minutes before he finally came. "Ready?" Sherlock asked, grabbing his backpack. John nodded and grabbed his bags, leading the way. Sherlock closed the door and smiled. Many people said goodbye to John, some said it to Sherlock because he was with John, but mostly teachers said goodbye to Sherlock. 

 They reached the car in a short amount of time. Sherlock's mother wanted to see John and him to their new flat for the summer holiday, but she was too busy with work. She was moving out of her old flat, 221B Baker Street, and moving to America, for she meet a new lover, and was moving in with him. His mother said she'd still pay for rent, they would just have to pay for food and such. Sherlock couldn't turn her down, of course. "You know the address, right John?" Sherlock asked excitedly. 

"Yes, Sherlock. Its quite far away, so don't get all excited yet." John teased. Sherlock rolled his eyes and put his headphones into his ears. He must've fallen asleep because he was woken up by John ripping a headphone out of his ear. "You were singing in your sleep, Sherlock!" John said, laughing. Sherlock paused the music on his iPod. "What to I have to do to ensure that I will never get woken up like that again?" Sherlock said, stretching. "Nothing can stop me!" John laughed. They stopped speaking for a bit and listened to the radio. John looked at Sherlock out of the corner of his eye and saw him staring at him.

"Your staring at me again, Sherlock."

"No, I'm not, John."

"Yes, you are, Sherlock." John, said, mimicking him. "Please tell me where almost there. I cant stand to be copped up in this car any longer than I have to." Sherlock said, stretching and hitting the roof of the car with his hands. John watched him. "Shut up, and I'll tell you where we are." John said, grinning. Sherlock went back into his normal sitting position and looked at John. "Its around the corner." He said, smiling. Sherlock's eyes lit up. "Really?" He said, grabbing Johns hand. 

John looked at him, grinning. "I'm sure, you idiot." Sherlock smiled at him and turned to look out the window. They pulled up and Sherlock jumped out of the car, leaving the bags for later. He walked up to the door and reached in the pocket of his jacket to get the key his mother had sent them in the mail. John walked up next to Sherlock, who looked down at him, smiling. Sherlock turned towards the door and unlocked it, walking in. "Mrs.Hudson?" Sherlock called. 

"Sherlock!" Mrs.Hudson said, hugging him. Sherlock smiled at her as she pulled away from him. "Why don't I take you two upstairs?" She suggested, waving her hand towards the stairs. Sherlock nodded and followed her upstairs with John following behind. 

"There is another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two..." Mrs.Hudson said as she stood in the doorway. John looked at Sherlock who answered like he has rehearsed it. "We will only be needing one, Ma'am." John looked at him with Shock, surprised. Mrs.Hudson smiled. "Alright, that's fine, Dear. I'll leave you two to unpack and get sorted." She walked downstairs, closing the door behind her. 

John looked around slowly to see the flat once again. It was quiet clean, but it wouldn't remain that way with Sherlock here. "I hope you don't mind, John..." Sherlock said, shrugging off his coat and scarf. "Don't mind what?" He asked, watching Sherlock. "That we will be sharing a room." Sherlock said Matter-Of-Factly. "Why would I mind that?" John asked, walking towards Sherlock. "I don't know..." Sherlock trailed off, suddenly being distracted by John, who was getting closer with every step. 

"Shut up, Sherlock." John mumbled before pulling Sherlock down to kiss him. Sherlock smiled against him and kissed him gently. They're had not been much kissing back at school, because Sherlock didn't want to risk getting called a faggot once again, so Sherlock was very pleased to start kissing John again. "We have to unpack." Sherlock said as he pulled his head back slowly. "Your right." John groaned, falling back onto the couch. "Go get the bags and I'll start unpacking up here." Sherlock said, throwing the car keys at John. "Yeah, whatever you say, Sherlock." John joked as he walked out the door.

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"Sherlock."

"John."

"We're sleeping in the same bed, in our own flat, by our self's." John stated, turning on his side to look at Sherlock.

"I know." Sherlock whispered,  looking at him.

"John, can I ask you something?" Sherlock said, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

"Anything."

"Why do you even like me?" Sherlock whispered, looking everywhere but John.

"Because your special to me, Sherlock. Your you and you don't care what people think about you and your so smart, your 3 years above most people your age! Sherlock, I like you because your amazing. You make my life so much more exciting. If I never would've fallen in love with you, I never would've had a shouting match with the British government in the middle of a restaurant. I never would've been told off by many people because I fought people who called you a freak. I wouldn't be me, Sherlock. You changed me for the better." John said, holding Sherlock's hands. 

Sherlock looked at John with wide eyes. "I love you so much, John." Sherlock said suddenly, grabbing Johns face and kissing him. John kissed back, pulling Sherlock close. John smiled and rolled on top of Sherlock. John guided Sherlocks hand onto Johns hip. "I don't think you have to show me how to do this, John." Sherlock muttered in between kisses. "Shut up." John mumbled, kissing Sherlock again. 

It was much more faster  than the first time. John felt like he need to help Sherlock, but Sherlock must've done his research. Sherlock was gentle with John, like he was afraid to hurt him. It wasn't like John had imagined, It was fast, but slow. John had done this before, but it hadn't felt this ways. It was pure, like nothing could ever go wrong. It made John forget all the bad he has ever done, it made him forget all the bad and just focus on the one best thing in his life, Sherlock.

John was hovering over Sherlock when he mumbled to him "You don't even know my story." John fell onto Sherlock, holding onto him. "Then tell me." Sherlock said, kissing Johns head. "I wish I could..." John trailed off. Sherlock nodded slightly. "Maybe one day, John." Sherlock said, rubbing small circles into his back. "Maybe, just not today." John answered, burying his head into Sherlock's chest.