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John is Attracted to Sherlock:

Hypothesis:John's lingering glances, smiles and touches seem to mean more than that of a friend or flatmate. It requires further investigation.

Experiment #1

Actions Taken: Playing stimulating music in only a sheet, wearing no pants underneath. Allowing the sheet to 'slip' and show skin.

Conclusion:Dilated eyes and elevated pulse. Growing erection. John is now taking a cold shower.

Thoughts:John seems to enjoy my skin. Does he enjoy all skin or just my own?

Outcome: Success

Proceeding Action: Onto Experiment #2.

Experiment #2

Actions Taken: Walking around in only a housecoat with definitely no pants on.

Conclusion: Dilated eyes, elevated pulse, growing erection, flushed skin, incoherence. Another cold shower.

Thoughts: John seems to have an ironclad will. He wants it, but does not take what he wants. Is he respecting my personal space, me as a person or some other reason?

Outcome: Success

Proceeding Action: Onto Experiment #3

Experiment #3

Actions Taken: Have yet to be decided.


John had been minding his own business, typing up and entry for the last case, when he heard Sherlock enter the room. And then he glanced over and got an eyeful.

Sherlock was naked! As in, only his dressing gown was covering him. Not even wearing pants!

John flushed morbidly and turned away, hoping that his daft friend would notice the problem and fix it. He never thought that Sherlock was so...well endowed.

His entire being froze. It was embarrassing! He wanted to look, but he couldn't do that. It was wrong. And he wasn't gay! Right? His mouth fought to say something, but he couldn't think.

And then Sherlock threw himself on the sofa with a theatrical moan, making the gown fly open.

John squeaked lightly and shut the computer down after changing the password. He needed another shower.

He rested his head against the shower wall and groaned, knowing what it meant.

He was gay.

For Sherlock.

Mother of God, why?


Sherlock was smirking as he artfully arranged himself on the sofa, for when John returned.

This was a fun experiment.

A/N: Done!

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