Three months later…

John was watching a movie when Sherlock came back from a case, he stopped when he saw the movie the blonde was watching. Sherlock leaned on the couch and looked at John.

"What is this rubbish? John, do you actually like this?"

"Yes. Watch it with me?" He pleaded and Sherlock couldn't refuse with the look the blonde sent him.

He sighed and shed his jacket and scarf before settling onto the couch with John and began watching the film with him. His eyes slowly raised as he saw a character humping a blonde woman against a pillar.

"John, that actor looks strikingly similar to you. Is there something I don't know?" Sherlock mused, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the scene unfold.

The blondes face flushed as he looked aside. It was true, the actor did look nearly identical to him, straight down to his body type, though with less scars and no army tattoos.

Nearly a half hour later and Sherlock was holding back a groan. What rubbish this was.

"You know he's going to get wooed by the secretary and the wife will have a ridiculously dramatic tizzy. He'll screw the maid, and he'll actually bang the porn star. Why are you even bothering to watch this rubbish?" The brunette stated, arms cross as he glared at the telly like it was some unpleasant bug.

"Sherlock. I know it's obvious. That doesn't mean I don't want to see it. It's a feel good movie." John explained patiently, having paused the movie so he wouldn't loose the plot. He pressed play when Sherlock stayed silent and continued to watch.

"Ugh, they're kissing. What's so good about this?" Sherlock muttered, his face a mask of disgust as he turned away. He glanced back, "Now they're undressing. Can we, you know, skip this?"

"No, Sherlock. We're not skipping this. I like this."

The brunette groaned and looked to the side, "Tell me when this disgusting scene is over."

John rolled his eyes and looked back at the telly, muttering, "What a baby."

The blonde eventually nudged the taller man when the scene was over and he began to watch the film again, though with snide comments, and 'I told you so' tossed in. By the end of it, Sherlock had tilted his head back, exposing his long white neck, due to the utter boredom such trite shite caused him.

John sidled over and fought down a smirk as he began nibbling on the long expanse of throat. A startled gasp and the lanky body shuddered.

Little known fact, Sherlock was overly ticklish.

"John! Stop that at once!" He gasped, pushing the other away forcefully with one hand while the other pressed against his neck where John had nibbled. The blonde was reduced to giggles on the side of the couch at the scandalous look on the brunette's face as he pushed him away.

"It's not funny." The lanky man sulked, looking in the opposite direction the blonde was in.

"It was. I'm going to bed now." John said between giggles, having ejected the DVD and put it away. He waved good night at the still sulking man and went into his room where he shed his clothes and crawled under the covers.

John was curled up in a fetal position in his bed, his brows tightly knit together and eyes clenched shut. He let out a moan and rolled onto his back. His head shifted from side to side as his moans and groans got louder, more urgent. His face was a mask of horror as he began to scream.

Sherlock quickly glanced up from his computer screen when he heard the groans. He slammed the lid down on his laptop, hurriedly shoved it off his lap and onto the table before he rushed up the stairs and to John's side. He shook one shoulder, dodging a sudden punch as the eyes flew open. The blonde cried out and went to struggle.

"John!" Sherlock hissed, shaking the smaller man. He watched the haze fade and the blue eyes focusing on him instead of the fleeting nightmare.

"Sherlock?"

"You going to be alright?" Sherlock asked, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

"I don't know." John said, looking to the side. The brunette stood up from his leaning position and went to leave when John grabbed Sherlock's hand, holding tight onto him. "Can you stay?"

"I… John, I'm really not good at this sort of stuff."

"I know. I just need you here." Sherlock nodded, John moved over and Sherlock slowly got into the bed. John held him close and Sherlock awkwardly put his arm around John and smiled down at him. He liked the feeling he got when near the blonde. He watched John snuggle into his shoulder, going back to sleep. Sherlock shifted a little before getting comfy, and slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

Sherlock woke to the sunlight streaming in through the window and glanced beside him to see John next him, slowly waking up; Sherlock just laid on his side and tilted his head so he was facing John. The smaller man smiled, "Surprised you haven't left yet."

"You want me to go?" Sherlock asked.

"No, but I've never seen you to stay longer than needed."

Sherlock pulled John close and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm not staying longer. This is where I want to be."

The blonde looked up at Sherlock, an eyebrow raised. Sherlock looked at him searchingly, "No good?"

"No, too good. I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said. What's happened to you? Did aliens take over your body?" John asked, placing a hand to the brunette's forehead.

Sherlock swatted John's hand away as he snorted, "Aliens? Don't be preposterous."

"Ahh, that's the Sherlock I know." John said with a smile before leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to the full lips of his tall counterpart.

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