John was going to be living with Sherlock for a while.
Mr. Watson had kicked him out.
That night, John was squirming in his uncomfortable bed in their spare room. He couldn't sleep like that... Alone.
He opened the door to Sherlock's room.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock sat up. His shirtless chest was covered in sweat.
"Yeah?"
John walked over to him. "I can't sleep."
Sherlock kissed his cheek and pulled him into bed. John leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.
Sherlock was in love with John. He wanted to make him happy. Do anything for him.
John ran his hand down Sherlock's naked back.
"We're only seventeen." John whispered against Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock merely nodded and started tugging at the sides of John's shirt. They only pulled away for a second as he pulled it off. Sherlock was so awkward about it, as John clearly noticed. Sherlock was trying to act cool, but it was kind of hard in the situation.
Sherlock moved his head down and started kissing John's neck. John hugged him tighter, his warm embrace comforting Sherlock.
It felt amazing. All of his fears washed away, like nothing would ever happen to him again.
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I'm not a smut writer okay
-Ash
