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John and Sherlock were in the living room, John was chilling while Sherlock as always was thinking.
Sherlock was in his mind place and John was using his laptop, browsing the web.
John had a dream about Sherlock last night, he was so embarrassed, he wondered
"is it possible to fall in love with your best friend when you know, you're not gay at all?"
And yes, it was possible. Cause John dreamt Sherlock's long fingers doing stuff.
Touching his chest and going down, until-
"John, are you okay?"
Sherlock asked.
"Yes, alright."
"Come here, you always use your laptop, are you addicted to it?"
"Don't be silly Sherlock."
John drank his tea and went for a walk.
When John got home, dinner was ready and Sherlock was already eating.
"Oh, finally! I was going to wait for you, but I-"
"I had a dream about you."
"What?"
"I said, I had a dream about us... you"
"Hmm, what kind of dream?"
"I don't understand."
"I said, what kind of dream?"
Sherlock put his hand in his lap.
John saw it and couldn't help, but do the same.
"The kind of dream where you wake up and you need someon-something, well nevermind."
"Hmm, a need of what precisely?"
"Nothing. Forget it. Let's eat."
Sherlock was upset, he needed to know.
He decided to play with John a little bit, cause he knew what kind of dream it was, he knew it 'cause he had the same dream.
"So, was your dream funny? Or it was just me insulting you?"
Sherlock asked.
John didn't reply.
"Come on John, I'm not going to eat you... but I won't complain if you want me to eat you."
John looked at Sherlock and saw how dilated his pupils were.
"Sherlock, I said forget it, nothing important happened."
John tried to look at his food, but he saw how Sherlock moved his hand down to his pants.
"But you're breathing heavily" Continued Sherlock.
"What? No, I'm just... just, that movement you just did reminds me of that dream."
Sherlock looked at John and John couldn't help, but do the same.
"Can we please eat now?"
John asked.
But he didn't really want to eat, or better, he did want.
Sherlock got it, he always knows what's going on inside John's mind.
He went over to John and waited until John looked at him and when he turned his head to ask
"what are you trying to do Sherlock?"
Sherlock kissed him.
Their tongues touched and that was the best thing happened to John.
And Sherlock felt his pulse and he was sure, John loved him.
"Look at me John."
John tried to look at Sherlock, but those lips were here, and he couldn't wait.
He kissed him again but Sherlock stopped him.
"Look at me John. Tell me your dream and I'll tell you mine."
"I can't, I'm not sure you-"
"Do you want to feel my pulse?"
John smiled, he didn't need to feel his pulse.
Sherlock kissed him again, and when the kiss was over John told him his dream.