Johnlock Shorts

Sherlock's Cold

"Johd, I feel awful..." Sherlock moaned, turning onto his stomach. Everything hurt. His eyes wouldn't stay open. John had just gotten home from a long day at the office.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asked, sitting down on the bed beside Sherlock.

"Ndo I'b dot okay..."

"Oh, Sherlock, you should have told me." He pet Sherlock curls, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with him.

"I thought I'd get over it..." He moaned, pulling John closer to him.

"Sherlock..." John sighed, putting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I should have noticed. I'm a doctor."

"Ndo, it's ogkay. You dod't have to be perfegct for me." Sherlock rubbed John's back, then broke out into spasmic shivers.

"At least I got a raise?" John said shyly, shrugging.

"Yay!" Sherlock raspily said. "I'b so happy for you!"

"You don't have to be cheerful if you don't want to..." John said sympathetically, kissing Sherlock's nose. His nostrils flared and his breath hitched.

"I ha...hahh...Ksshiew! Hah'shiew! Hah'psshiew! Had to sneeze..."

"Haha, bless you. I'll go make you soup. Also-" he kissed his boyfriend's mole on his neck and left for the kitchen.