John Watson thirty-two years old wasted his entire life with failing dates with women. Until someone simply told him that he was gay. Published DEC 2016 A Johnlock fanfiction ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ~ Started writing 6 december 2016 and finished the story 17 April 2017

Sherlock is out of nicotine patches and his mood is, well you can probably imagine. John refuses to buy him patches because he was just out shopping. Instead he insists that Sherlock eats something and one thing leads to another and ends in a game, which both are far too willing to play.

John is in love - with his incredibly talented flatmate. Unfortunately, Sherlock's married to his job. Will John ever be able to confess?

Not a case to be heard and not a cigarette to be found, Sherlock is desperate! But John presents Sherlock with a case he can't refuse! It starts with a simple kiss just for kicks, but was it something more? That's for John to know and Sherlock to find out!

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

John estava exausto de guardar todos aqueles sentimentos para si. Sentia que a qualquer momento poderia morrer engasgado com tantas palavras não ditas. Estava noivo de Mary, porém amando outro. Watson havia arquitetado um plano para executar durante sua despedida de solteiro, que Sherlock organizou. Nesta noite ele iria ter sua última chance de mostrar seus sentimentos para um certo detetive. "Sherlock descobriu que sua nova droga favorita eram os doces lábios de John Watson"

Sherlock poderia ser frio como uma noite de inverno, mas eu era completamente o contrário, e estava disposto a mudar aquilo.

E antes que me perguntassem, sim, eu conhecia cada sinal estampado naquela pele pálida. Fazia questão de beijar um por um em todas as manhãs em que eu acordava ao lado de John. Sabia onde encontrá-los, como tocá-los e, principalmente, tudo -o que eles significavam para nós.