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Chapter 5

John’s POV

It felt wrong kissing Mary. It felt wrong kissing a girl now. Actually, it felt wrong kissing and touching anyone who wasn’t Sherlock. Maybe I should explain why I was with Mary. I was trying to cut myself some slack. I couldn’t spend all my time wishing for Sherlock. I needed a distraction from him, something to stop me from constantly thinking about him all the time. I figured since Mary was rather pretty and liked me, I would give her a chance. See if I could get a spark out of her like the one I got whenever I was near Sherlock. I didn’t get one though.

I was sitting on Mary’s bed having a snogging session. I couldn’t get into it, though. I couldn’t feel anything for her. She seemed to sense my hesitation, so she moved away. “Is everything alright, John?”

“Erm… Yeah, everything’s fine…” I said slowly, before abruptly standing up. “Sorry, I have to go.” I walked out of her room and went back to the Baker block, and went into 221.

“Sherlock?” I called out as I closed the door behind myself. He was nowhere to be seen.

I saw his coat was hanging on the coat rack, along with his scarf. He hadn’t been around much, but he was never out so late. It was dark outside, and the owls were in the trees, and it was just past curfew. I sighed, threw on my coat and went outside to find Sherlock.

I immediately went back to the woods, since that was where I found Sherlock last time, and I found him in the exact same spot in the exact same position as last time.

“Sherlock. C’mon, talk to me. Please,” I said, sitting on the edge of the rock.

“What do you want me to say, John?” He opened an eye and looked at me. An upset expression crossed his eye as he looked at me, before it became masked again and he closed the eye. “Why don’t you go back to your make-out session with Mary?”

“Is that what this is about? You don’t like Mary?”

“I don’t like anyone, John.”

“Not even me, then?”

“Not even you,” he whispered.

I felt tears sting my eyes. “Right.”

I turned on my heel and quickly walked away. My best and only proper friend –or so I had thought - didn’t like me. Great. I didn’t allow my tears to fall. I ran back into our dorm room, and flew into the bathroom. He didn’t like me as a friend, let alone anything more. I ran the shower, and undressed and got in, not bothering to wait for it to warm up. I didn’t care anymore. I was heartbroken, to say the least.

I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard Sherlock outside the door. “John?”

I didn’t reply. “John?” he tried again. I heard him sigh. “John, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I was upset, and I didn’t think.”

I got dressed quickly, and then opened the door, trying to push past him. Sherlock grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. “Didn’t you hear me?” He asked. “I said I was sorry.”

“Why Sherlock? Why are you being like this? Why are you upset? Why have you been avoiding me for all this time? Why?” All the questions came out of my mouth at once, and a small smile appeared across his face, before it settled back into its usual, beautiful, expressionless mask.

“Don’t worry. But please, John, forgive me.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

He smiled again, but the smile remained. I gulped hard and looked at his lips, before dragging my eyes back up to meet his. Sherlock smiled and moved his head slowly down towards mine, and I moved up to meet his lips with mine. Sherlock’s lips were soft and sweet, as I had always imagined them to be. His hands moved up to cup the sides of my face, and he pulled me in closer. My hands gingerly travelled up along his sides, along his arms, and to the back of his head, where I allowed them to pull gently at the curls at the nape of his neck.  Kissing Sherlock was everything kissing Mary wasn’t. With Sherlock, it was exciting and warm, and with Mary it was bland and cold. I felt my whole body heat up as Sherlock pressed closer to me, deepening the kiss. After a while longer, he groaned and pulled away from me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, moving to sit on his bed.

“Don’t be,” I told him, my voice hoarse. “I kissed you back.” He lay on his bed and turned away from me. “Hang on, are we not going to talk about this?”

“Talk about what, John?” Sherlock asked, trying to play innocent.

“Don’t play stupid. We just kissed, remember?”

“Right, yes. Well, I have nothing to say about that.”

I laughed coldly. “Well I do. So sit up and listen to what I have to say.”

Sherlock sighed and sat up, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to reply truthfully, alright?”

“I thought you were going to do the talking,” Sherlock mumbled.

“I will, after I hear from you, first. Okay, why have you been avoiding me lately?”

Sherlock gave me a look. “You wanted the truth, so I’ll give you it. I don’t like Mary. I don’t like you being with her, and spending time with her.”

“So you’re… Jealous?”

Sherlock nodded. “I guess so.”

“And why did you kiss me?”

Sherlock snorted. “Come now, John. I know you aren’t that stupid. I like you. I like you a lot, and I lost control, leading to me kissing you. Why else would I do it?”

“It might’ve been an experiment, I don’t know,” I shrugged.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “And why aren’t you freaking out about it?”

“Now who’s being stupid? I like you too, idiot.”

“Right. Good.”

“Good,” I repeated, looking at Sherlock. He looked up at me, and before I knew it, we were kissing once again.

The kiss was gentle, slow, and loving. I wrapped my arms around Sherlock’s neck as his arms went around my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible. Sherlock lay back on his bed, and I crawled on top of him, my hands either side of Sherlock’s head, as his hands stroked my sides. Unfortunately, we both eventually needed air, so I rolled off of the taller boy and lay down beside him, both of us panting.

“So what now?” Sherlock asked me, as we both looked up at the roof.

“What do you mean?”

“Are we boyfriends, friends, friends with benefits…?”

“We are whatever you want to be,” I told him.

“Boyfriends, then,” Sherlock said, turning at the same time as I did to meet eye to eye.

We smiled at each other, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.