Sherlock shuts his laptop with a groan, folding his arms on the lid and burying his face in his jumper.

"Jooohn."

His voice is muffled by the fabric, but the boy lying on the bed reading looks up.

"Yes?"

"My blood splatter and ash videos haven't been getting any views."

"Just keep making them. You'll get noticed soon enough. They're interesting and if you're into forensics they're really helpful," John shrugs, "and you have a nice voice now it's finished breaking."

"You're biased. You just like my voice."

"Problem?" John smirks.

"Mm," Sherlock rolls his eyes. He stands and picks up the violin he'd left at John's feet. He swipes the bow across the strings, "name a song."

"What's that one you did the other day? The Elvis one?"

Sherlock thinks for a moment before launching himself into the song. John smiles and rests his face in a cupped palm, watching Sherlock sway gently with the music. When the song ends, Sherlock stands in the middle of him room pouting and looking a bit lost.

"Come here," John rolls onto his side and motions for Sherlock to join him on the bed. Sherlock stretches out on his back beside his boyfriend, inviting him to rest his head on his shoulder.

"You should record some of the songs you play on your violin," John says, snuggling into Sherlock's side and gently pulling his curls, "record them and stick them online. People like classical covers of stuff."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, "record with what? I used the camera on my laptop for my other videos and the sound quality is terrible. The only other thing I have is my phone, and that's equally as bad."

Propping his chin on Sherlock's chest, John smiles gently, "do one or two and see how it goes, you never know. Popularity on the internet can be pretty random."

Sherlock frowns, "the only people I play for are myself, you, and occasionally my parents. Even Mycroft doesn't want to hear me. I doubt the rest of the world would want to hear my screeching."

"I'm not going to force you, but you play beautifully and you somehow suit the violin. You complement each other."

"I'll think about it."

John shuffles up and presses a gentle kiss against Sherlock's lips, "good. Now come on, I need help with my biology homework and you promised to read it through for me."

Sherlock sighs but takes the papers that are handed to him.

A few days later, Sherlock leans back in his desk chair, "John? Are you still awake?"

John had gone home with Sherlock to spend Friday evening together, and Sherlock had insisted that John stay over for the weekend. The boy in question sleepily sits up and shuffles over, wearing the duvet like a cape, "what's up?"

"I did what you told me to."

John blinks slowly.

"Sherlock, I tell you to do a lot of things and most of them I doubt you even listen to," he rubs his eyes, "what have you done and is it legal?"

Rolling his eyes Sherlock clicks a few things on his laptop and opens a video, "I recorded myself playing a song."

He presses play and they stay silent for the two and a half minutes it runs. Sherlock watches John carefully for his reaction.

"The music sounds great but, did you film this in your pyjamas?" Sherlock nods, "you should have worn one of your nice shirts. It's a little dark too; you could do with better lighting. Besides that though, it sounds great. I don't know what you meant when you said the sound quality is bad."

"I know, I used Mycroft's camera. He forgot it when he left last and I found it in his room," Sherlock says, steepling his fingers, "this was a test run. You know what people want to see, I wanted to ask for your advice."

John smiles and squeezes Sherlock's shoulder.

"Come on, it's past midnight. Let's go to sleep and we can do this properly in the morning, when there's decent lighting, yeah? We'll do your hair and you can wear that posh shirt and make a really good video."

Sherlock sighs, trying to hide his smile, and shuts the laptop. He allows John to pull him back to the bed and position him at his back, pulling Sherlock's arm over his own waist and snuggling in against him. John drops off quickly. He's breathing heavily within minutes while Sherlock closes his eyes and taps out rhythms on John's stomach. He runs through all the songs he knows John enjoys and thinks about the videos he could make for them. With John's help, of course.

This YouTube idea was starting to sound not too bad at all.