I'm really sorry about how long it took to write this and get it to you guys, school has been rough and I haven't been feeling too well. Sorry it's short.

Chapter 12

"Lets go back to your place."

"What happened to going out?"

"There's people outside… idiotic masses of them…"

John wondered if Sherlock actually just didn't want people seeing him like this. He often peered around with a look of dread on his face.

"Fine, but you should know, its just a two person dorm, its pretty small."

Sherlock smiled as John pushed him to the door that was so clearly his. There were scratch marks around the keyhole where John would get home late and tired, too out of it to get the key in the hole right the first time. Smudges at the bottom where the door had been kicked open, likely as John was attempting to get inside while carrying something heavy like boxes or groceries.

As John went to unlock the door, it quickly swung open, nearly hitting him in the face as it revealed his old roommate.

John groaned internally, "I thought you moved out."

"I did, came back to get my stuff. And I only left because you stay up all night long laughing at your bloody computer screen. Arse."

John over dramatically rolled his eyes, "well I couldn't sleep with your constant snoring anyway."

He pushed John aside, not watching where he was going and nearly walking into Sherlock's chair. "Filled my place with a cripple? Serves you right for forcing me out."

"Anderson!" John was furious, that was much too far, "I swear to god, if you don't get out of here now I'm going to punch you so hard you won't be able to use your jaw."

Sherlock smiled lightly at that, all the while avoiding eye contact with the two.

Anderson huffed as he stomped off calling back, "have 'fun' taking care of him."

Sherlock's smile was quickly gone again. It was one of his deepest fears that he would only ever be seen as a burden. John scowled in the direction that Anderson left in, not noticing a door down the hall had cracked open a bit as the occupant watched them.

"I'm really sorry about that Lock, he's quite possibly the stupidest person ii have ever met in my life. Just ignore him." John gently took the handles of sherlock's chair and pushed him inside, turning the chair to face him before shutting and locking the door. "Sherlock? Are you ok?"

Sherlock didn't look up, he was too focused on his hands in his lap and doing his best not to show any emotion. Internally he thought he might cry at any moment.

"Hey there..." John said softly, kneeling to eye level with him as he cupped Sherlock's cheeks and tilted his head up to look at him. "None of that now, alright?"

"I don't need to be taken care of..." Sherlock's voice was little more then a raspy whisper.

"I know you don't." Before Sherlock could talk again, John lightly pressed their lips together.

Sherlock pulled him closer but the angle was undeniably awkward. They both knew they couldn't exactly be close with Sherlock sitting. He sighed with slight irritation and pushed his wheels backwards, pulling himself beside John's bed. There was no ceiling handle to pull him self onto the mattress like his own room had.

"What are you...?"

"Help me on the bed?"

John swallowed, Sherlock just wanted to be closer to him, surely. He carefully warped a hand around his waist and put the other under Sherlock's legs as he lifted him onto the mattress. Sherlock leaned forward to take of his shoes and let them drop to the floor, despite the tread having never been used and couldn't possibly have a bit of dirt on them. He looked up with hooded eyes, partially obscured from a few loose locks of black curls.

"Join me."

John quickly kicked off his shoes and climbed next to him. Oh. This was much nicer. Being on relatively equal playing fields made quite a difference. John scooted close, balancing on his hands and knees as Sherlock sat upright. He realized Sherlock was taller then him like this, which he found he rather liked.

"John?"

"Mhmm?"

"What are we? What is this?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.

John wrapped himself around him, his hot breath hitting Sherlock's neck before he licked at it and began lightly sucking. "What would you like us to be? I love you Lock."

"I... I love you too John."

It was clear to John that Sherlock was too nervous to propose anything himself. "I want you-"

"Oh god I want you too!" Sherlock pulled him onto his lap.

"I was going to say, I want you to be my boyfriend..." He blushed.

Sherlock turned bright red, "O-oh... T-that would be nice, yes. My... Boyfriend." He smiled at the word.

John chucked, "I want you too."