Sherlock was dying. His heart was beating faster that ever. He couldn't believe it. His best friend, who was also the secret love of his life, John Watson, was on their bedroom kissing Mary Morstan. Mary was tall and blonde, the perfect american student. He just wanted to run away, to hide his pain, but he couldn't do it. He was frozen.
John and Mary noticed him and their faces turned red. He tried to keep calm and apologise himself. Finally he couldn't avoid it, and the tears ran away from his eyes.
Mary stood up and left the room. Before leaving she looked at John and whispered a small "Goodbye". Sherlock closed the door behind him. What was him going to do now? Explain himself? Lie to John? After he couldn't say a word, his friend took him in his arms and hugged him with all his strength. John put his hand on Sherlock's cheek, and dried the tears with the other hand. Then he got closer and kissed him. Sherlock was surprised. He couldn't speak, think, or even breath. He just forgot how to do it. John's lips were soft and the kiss was full of love, passion and pain. Sherlock tried to enjoyed it. He tried to memorize the taste, the feelings, the sighs. After a a moment, John stopped.
-What was that?- Sherlock asked angrily- Mary wasn't enough for you? -he didn't want to hurt his friend, but his heart was broken.
-Sherlock... I didn't mean to kiss her.
-No, John. You were very sad and angry with her when I found you. She was so far from your lips...
-Just listen, please.
-Why? Why are we talking? You can kiss evey lady in this school if you want to do it. You don't need to explain anything.
-I want to explain it.
Sherlock looked at him. He was saying stupid things. He didn't want to lose John.
-Talk.- he said.
-Mary told me that she has a crush on me.- John started.- But I tell her I am in love with someone else. So she cried, and al last kissed me. She wished me luck and accepted it.
-So, you don't love her.
-No.
-You love someone else.
-Yes.
-Who?
-Really, Sherlock? I JUST KISSED YOU!
-You also kissed Mary. Maybe you like kissing people and make them stop crying.
-God.
Sherlock laughed. John doesn't love Mary. John had just kissed him. John...
-Does that mean that...?-
Yes, Sherlock. YES. Damm it. I LOVE YOU.
Sherlock couldn't answer, he was too surprised. He took John in his arms and kissed him with all his love. He was so happy... John, his John, loves him. -
I love you too, John Watson.- he said.
-I know. I noticed it when you started to cry like a baby.
-I am not a baby. I am a teenager.
John smiled.
-You are my baby.- and kissed him again.
Sherlock felt like the happiest and luckiest boy in the Universe. He was the owner of John's heart. They were made to each other. Anybody would be able to change it. Never.
