I apologize in advance idk what I'm doing with my life.

It's like... Sherlock and Moriarty... as stereotypical gays. Oh dear God I'm sorry.

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Sherlock was this lil sassy assbutt and he thought he was hot shit. That was until he met Jim Moriarty.

Jim was even hotter shit then Sherlock and he loved to show that off. But to be honest, it turned Sherlock on.

And Sherlock didn't know it, but Moriarty liked him too. But they just sasses each other, the stereotypical gays they are, until one day...

Sherlock and Moriarty were outside under a tree talking about who was hotter, Draco or Ron.

"Hunny have you seen Draco?" Moriarty asked Sherlock. "The shaaaaddee he throws. He could be an umbrella. And his hair, oh my Lord... it is so damn hot. And those eyes. They could pierce through a soul. Ugh he turns me on."

"But Ron. Holy shit he's attractive. Gingers are always so attractive. Oh my God his freaking face is just so damn sexy." Sherlock retaliated. "I just want to push him against a wall and snog him senseless."

"No sex?"

"Excuse me?"

"What?! I'm just asking."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked the other way.

"So... who do you like?" Moriarty asked, changing the subject.

"I'm not telling you."

"Please?"

"No."

"Three hints. I'll for you three hints about who I like."

"Ooh. Um... Fine." Sherlock looked really excited. (A/N Not that kind of excited. Keep your pants on.)

"Okay go."

"Well... he has blue eyes, he's gay, and his last name ends with Y."

"Okay. Mine has blue, green, gold, eyes, he's also gay, and his last name ends with S."

"Mine also is very close."

"Mine too."

"He's getting closer in fact."

"I'm getting closer to him."

Then Moriarty brought his lips to Sherlock's and they kissed. Sherlock felt electricity jolt through his body as Jim's hands made their way to his lower back.

Sherlock placed one of his hands on Jim's chest, and the other in his hair as they kissed passionately under the tree.

Slowly, and regrettably, Jim pulled away to breathe, they sat and panted, resting their foreheads against each other's.

"Mine just kissed me." Sherlock whispered.

"I just kissed mine." Moriarty replied.

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And then they frickle frackled. The end.

Signed,
The Queen™

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