Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

8- Experiments

-John-

Struggling with my shopping bags, I trudged up the steps to the apartment. Eager to finally put down my bags I twisted the door... but it wouldn't open.

'Sherlock I know you're in there what's the big fuss! Open the door!'

I heard a banging from inside and grew more angry.

'John you can't come in here I'm conducting experiments!'

I started pushing at the door, throwing my weight against it. I was not in the mood today.

'John please wait I'll get the door.'

The door swung open to reveal Sherlock, wearing a gas mask. I looked behind him to the apartment to see a cluttered table. A Bunsen burner sat atop a book, next to a container of strange liquid. Most spurious of all, there was a cage of rats next to it.

'Sherlock what on earth are you doing?'

'I was seeing if ammonia and bleach killed at different rates at different temperatures.'

Slowly, everything clicked.

'And you were gonna kill the poor mice! Right here!'

Sherlocks eyes were surprised.

'Why not?'

'Sherlock William Scott Holmes you will do no such thing.'

I began to become more frustrated. Heaving the shopping bags into the apartment I stalked over to the mice. Sherlock didn't budge.

'Where can we put them?' I asked him.

'I'm not sure John. Maybe on the road?'

Mumbling to myself I picked up the cage and started moving it to the corner. As I did so, I knocked the Bunsen burner, causing it to roll over onto...

Oh no

Sherlocks violin.

I put down the cage and frantically turned it off, but the damage was done. It had burnt quickly, the strings went up in flames and the old wood was burnt and disheveled.

Sherlock took off his gas mask slowly staring at it.

'Sherlock I am so sorry I am really sorry'

Sherlock just shook his head sadly and walked over to it, holding the burnt mess in his arms.

I didn't know what to do. Sherlock looked so sad and vulnerable. I reached out to pat his back.

Sherlock put his violin down and pulled me to him, hugging me close. I was surrounded by his masculine scent and never wanted to let go.

He rested his chin on my forehead.

'John it's ok.'

I knew how much it meant to him, he'd been telling me about how he'd had it since a child.

He let go of me and looked at me.

'John do you remember how I can't think when you're close to me.'

I nodded.

'John I haven't slept in days. I know this might be stupid but ah...' Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck, 'Could you sleep with me?'
After seeing my surprised face he grew flustered.

'No John just like be around me while I fall asleep.'

I nodded and smiled at him.

'But I thought it was a bad thing that you can't think around me.'

'No John it's just like... I can't think straight because I keep thinking about you and looking at you. It's a really good change sometimes. It calms me down.'

Mind spinning, I looked up at him.

'Sherlock are you gay?'

His cheeks grew red and he turned away from me and grabbed his violin.

'What is with everyone asking me this!'

With that he left. I started putting my groceries away and when I turned back I saw he was asleep on his chair. With a smile I found a blanket and draped it over him. Suddenly he grabbed my hand.

'You said you didn't mine if I was gay?' his dark eyes staring deep into mine.

'I don't'. I noticed my breathing getting heavier. He had pulled my arm forward, so my whole body was pressed on his. My eyes flickered subconsciously down to his full lips.

'John are you gay?'

Flustered, I pulled out of his grip and smoothed out my clothes.

'No I'm not.'

'John you haven't dated a woman in about a year and you keep staring at my ass.'

My blush spread.

'No I don't. And you never answered my question either.'

Sherlock closed his eyes.

'Married to my work John.'

'Bloody hell you aren't. Since the fall you've been invested in it but, you've changed.'

He slid one eye open to look at me.

'How so?'

'You never hugged me like that before.'

He smiled softly.

'I was missing out.'

Feeling weird, I crept back to the kitchen, and then returned to rats to the pet store.

I decided not to think about Sherlock. There was no way either I or he was gay so there were no problems here. Right? I didn't even look at his but... I mean sometimes but it was a good but. It was merely observational.

It's ok to look at another guys butt right?