My gay baby detective turned 161 today! Yay for another wonderful year c: Anywhore, here ya go loves :D
John woke up that morning, a giant grin on his face, as he lept put of bed, and quickly took a shower.
He had made sure to have Sherlock have sleeping pills the night before, so Sherlock would most definatley not wake up before John.
As John slowly crept out of the shower, he peeped into Sherlocks room to find him sleeping on his bed, face snuggled up into his pillow, light snores errupting from hus mouth.
Johns heart warmthed and he felt himself gush a bit, before closing the door, and looking in the hallway mirror, making sure he looked as good as he felt.
He had never cared on how he looked, but today was important.
And never had he spent so long fixing his hair and staring at himself in a mirror, before winking and walking down the steps, each skipped step to the beat of his heart, before skipping out of the door, a wide grin on his face.
He practically pounced to the store, bying tickets and a cake, before leaving vibrantly.
As he walked by, he did a double take on a certain shop that caught his eye, and he felt his heart stutter, before blushing madly amd entering the store.
***
After he left with a bag, he slowly walked home, and checked the watch.
It was only 12:00, and he had only been out for 2 hours.
As John opened the door to 221B, he paused to listen if Sherlock was up yet, and not hearing anything at all, and slowly crept up the steps, and to his room.
He pulled out the little chocolate cake he had bought for him and Sherlock to share, and the tickets that he pocketed, and the present that be had bought.
It was a necklace with a bronze key, and a magnifying glass attacked to it.
It was for sentimental value, obviously, and so John had also bought a new microscope for Sherlock, since he accidentally burned his last one.
John stared at the bronze key, and wondered why he had picked it out of all the other trinkets he could have gotten for Sherlock, when sudddenly he heard feet padding against the floor down below, and John quickly stuffed everything away, putting on some cologne, and checking his hair a bit, before coming down at stairs, a light smile on his face.
Sherlock groaned a bit, groggy and wondering how the hell he had slept in so late, when remembering that the last thing he saw was John and tea.
Sherlock blushed a bright red, and wondered why John had drugged him, when he heard the blogger come into living room.
Sherlock was about to ask angrily why John had drugged him, before words suddenly flitted away from his now randomly dry mouth as he took in on how handsome John looked.
"John..." Sherlock finally muttered put after a long stare at Johns body, now turning a bright pink when John stepped closer.
"Happy birthday Sherlock," John smiled up at his detective, before Sherlock broke out into a small shy smile, before looking away.
"Thanks John," Sherlock cleared his throat, before he saw two tickets layed out in Johns palm, front of his face.
"Theres a fair tonight," John cleqred his throat, and Sherlocks eyes widened.
"Would you like to go?" John asked, and Sherlock grinned, before pulling John into a tight hug.
John stood there, suprised, before hugging Sherlock back, unconciously nuzzling his face in the crook of Sherlocks neck.
They held onto one another before, slowly pulling away.
"Right. Well if we are going to this fair, i better get dressed," Sherlock said, flushing a bit from the long hug.
"Right, right, yes... yes," John spoke, looking at the floor.
"I, guess i'll just go jump in the shower then," Sherlock said, awkwardly, before moving towards the bathroom.
When John heard Sherlock close the door, he sighed, and smiled to himself, still feeling the warmth of Sherlocks fingertips holding his body, before he dashed upstairs to retrieve the cake.
***
After Sherlock and John ate the cake, they decided they wanted to leave then and there.
So, they both hailed a cab, and sat in the back for 3 hours.
***
Sherlock and John grinned and smiled, laughing and screaming on rides and winning and losing on crappy carnival games.
They both ate the fatty fair foods, and at one point John shoved a fried oreo in Sherlocks mouth, and Sherlock chewed it down, both blushing madly.
At the end of the fair filled afternoon, they both decided it was time to head home.
***
Immediatley when they got in, Sherlock drifted off into a light sleep, and John smiled down at Sherlock.
Half way through the ride home, John asked the cabbie if he could stop to the nearest pub by 221B, and the cabbie happily abliged.
John woke up Sherlock, who was grumbly a bit, before realising they had came to a pub, and Sherlock gave John a "really? Seriously John?" face. And John just sent him a wicked grin, before leaving the cab, Sherlock following in suite.
They both walked in, sat down and began to order drinks, talking about what they liked at the fair most, and if there was any cases Lestrade had offered up.
But as more of the drinks started coming, more did the conversation lead away.
"You know John," Sherlock slurred, pointing a lazy finger at John.
"I know the reason why you took me out and doing the fun things for my birthday and such," Sherlock sighed, resting his head in his palm, and John raised a drunk eyebrow, leaning back in the booth.
"You want to take me to bed," Sherlock giggled, reaching for his drink before swigging a bit.
John laughed, and grinned a bit before leaning forward.
"Only you could wish- hic- Sherl," John smirked, and Sherlock grinned.
"Lies. I know. Everything," Sherlock said, and John giggled. "You're stupid," John said, and Sherlock shrugged, leaning back in his seat.
"Fine. Keep sayin' that. Whatvr," Sherlock said, and John stared at him for a bit.
"So, maybe, theoretically, i did all of this," John gestured to the air between them.
"Just to get you to bed. What would you do?" John asked. Sherlock shrugged.
"I dunno. Kiss you i guess," Sherlock said lazily, and John was stunned to soberness for a quick second before his heart started pumping.
"Kiss me? That sounds nice," John smiled, and Sherlock smirked.
"Do you want to try it?" Sherlock asked, and John shrugged.
"Do you?"
They stared at eachother before Sherlock sat up.
"Lets catch cab. N' go home,"
They both stumbled out, and hailed a cab.
***
As they put the key in the key hole, they walked awkwardly up the steps, and stumbled into the living room, Sherlock immdiatley falling to the couch, and curling up.
John decided with what little sober thoughts he had that he would give Sherlock his presents tomorrow when they both could think properly, but now, John could only think about the conversation at the pub.
He saw Sherlock sit up, and they both stared at eachother, before Sherlock got up, and grabbed a drink of water for the both of them.
They drank some of the water, trying to stop the pounding in their heads, which was already signalling a horrid hang over in the morning.
But Sherlock didnt care about that. All he cared about was how open Johns neck looked when he leaned back a bit, chugging the water.
Sherlock licked his lips, and as John lowered his head, and put down the cup, Sherlock let out a horse whisper.
"I do," He mumbled.
"Sorry what?" John asked, and Sherlock shook his head.
"I do want to try it John. I want to kiss you," He spoke softly, and John turned red, before wetting his lips.
"I- okay,"
There was a long, hesitant pause, before Sherlock softly placed his lips on Johns.
It was close mouthed a sweet and assuring.
John sighes onto Sherlocks mouth, and Sherlock held Johns hips, Johns forearms placed lazily on Sherlocks shoulders.
After they slowly parted and breathed out, John whispered.
"Happy birthday Sherlock,"
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