Sherlock S Holmes

Straight forward, wasn’t it, really, should be easy enough. Just come out (haha) and say it, or act on it. Actually that might be the right move, just acting on it, that’s the kind of man John is after all, no frills, no beating about the bush.

Sherlock had never imagined he would be ‘interested’ in anyone, other than for their intellect or their criminality but John had been different right from the start. After all Sherlock wasn’t gay, he wasn’t anything, he had no interest in sexual matters at all. He’d experimented in the past, just so he’d know what was what but never really enjoyed it, wanted it or needed it.

Oh but John was different, he had found himself feeling things he’d never thought he could feel, thinking things that actually affected his physiology and that was something he had never experienced before. But and this was the huge stumbling block in Sherlock’s path, John wasn’t gay either.

‘Oh Christ, I can’t keep this in any longer’ he thought as he glanced over to John in his arm chair, obliviously reading the paper.

“John. Would you help me with an experiment?”