An. Hello my lovely bitches!! Sorry, that was a tad bit rude. Hello my lovely lovelys. There, I corrected it🤣🤣. I basically have already written this story in my head while at school because screw GCSEs, Johnlock is much more important:). Here you go. I hope you like it. Trigger warning, mentions of drug use and heavy alcohol use. There is also a mention of a noodle (my sister has a phobia of these, you use them in sewing but I wont say the word cos even that's triggering for her so it might be for someone else aswell). If you have a noodle phobia, just skip the first paragraph as that's the only mention of them.

Word count: about 2000, yes I know that very long but I like it:)

Third person pov

John was very tired. He had had a long day and was ready to watch a movie or just chill out. He wanted to just relax. What he didnt want when he walked into 221b Baker street was to see Sherlock holding a syringe and moving it towards his arm.
"Sherlock you bloody idiot! What the hell are you doing? I thought we said no more drug abuse?" John rushed forward to grab the needle off the drug addict and examined it carefully. It was still full and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"But I'm soooo borrrred John." Sherlock dragged out each word like a whingey child would.
" I know but this is not the answer. Why didnt you call me? How much have you had?"
"None yet. That was my first dose but you swooped in and stopped all the fun. God John, you're such a party pooper!" Sherlock threw himself onto the sofa dramatically and sighed.
"I'm. So. Fucking. Bored." He had picked up his pistol and enunciated his statement with the bang of bullets.
"Jesus Sherlock, you have to stop. We wont have a wall left soon if you continue like this and then mrs Huddson really would be pissed."
"Ugh, you're not my mother John." He put on a high falsetto voice and mimicked john, "you cant have drugs sherlock, they're bad for you. You cant shoot the walls Sherlock because Mrs Hudson will be really angy. Gosh Sherlock, why dont you just grow up! Burgh!! I'm so bored though John!"
"I know Sherlock. I know but I need you to show me your arms to check that you actually havent taken anything."

"Fine!" He threw out his arms in front of him for the doctor to inspect. To his surprise, there were no visibly new marks. He had to be sure though. He gently reached out his hand and started running his fingers up and down Sherlocks arms to check for puncture marks. He hadnt found any yet but he continued to gently caress his flatmates pockmarked pale arms to "check". Really he just liked the fell of them but Sherlock didnt need to know that. Sherlock was looking surprised at this extended touching but he didnt pull away. When John finally moved away, satisfied that there had been no needle injection recently, Sherlock was actually quite disappointed and missed the feel of John's skin on his. He couldn't let that show though and instead threw himself back so he was lying on the sofa again dramatically.

"Happy now doctor?"
"Yes, very. I'm glad I intercepted you before things went any further."
"Well?" Sherlock looked at John expectantly. John looked confused.
"What?"
"Well you've taken away my fun so you had better entertain me." This was Sherlocks plan all along. He knew John would be too tired to do anything interesting with him when he got in and he was well versed in getting the doctors attention. Besides, who would be so stupid as to get caught like that? He knew fine well what time John got in from work and had timed everything perfectly.
"Sherlock. I'm soooo tired."
"John. Im sooooo bored. If you are going to take away my drugs then you have to at least give me something to keep my mind off them." John sighed. Dammit, Sherlock knew how to get him to do what he wanted. It was highly likely that Sherlock had staged this whole drug thing just to get John to do something interesting with him. But then again, maybe Sherlock really was thinking about using again and that was a chance he couldn't take.
"Fine, what did you have in mind?" Sherlock grinned like a child at Christmas.

"Well I did have one idea."
"Go on then." John pretended to look impatient but he was actually quite pleased with the prospect of hanging out with Sherlock all evening. They hadn't done a case together in what felt like forever and John was missing spending proper quality time with his partner in crime.
"Well I was thinking, why dont we make a deal?"
"Is it with the devil?"
"Only of you think I'm the lord of hell."
"You're the lord of my hell you fiendish demon!" Laughed John, "Go on then, what's this deal dear devil?"
"So, I know you wont do drugs with me."
"Absolutley not, never."
"Yes, exactly.  But there is something you will do with me." John was looking very suspicious now.
"And what is that, pray tell."
"Hold on, give me a chance to finish." John rolled his eyes as Sherlock continued. "Let's make a deal that if you get drunk with me tonight then I promise to ring you if I ever feel the need to use drugs again and you can come and stop me." Sherlock looked pleased with his idea. John laughed.
"Do you know what? Tonight is your lucky night as I could really do with some alcohol."
"LOTS of alcohol." Reiterated Sherlock.
"Fine, LOTS of alcohol." John smiled as Sherlock jumped up to grab some spirits from the kitchen. Getting drunk with his incredibly attractive flatmate all evening? This was going to be VERY fun.

3 hours and a LOT of alcohol later

"You can't do that!!"
"Yes I can." Both men's words were slightly slurred and they lay, sprawled out on the floor, playing a game of scrabble. They hadn't gotten very fair as both players were heavily intoxicated and kept messing it up.
"Sherlock!! Gayshit is not one word and you knows it, you can't keep making up and merging words whenever it suits you!!"
"Biiitch, I am sherlock fucking Holmes, I do whatever the hell I like."
"Fine, but I am done playing this game with you. You are such a cheat." With that proclamation, John picked up the board and threw all the tiles onto Sherlock. Sherlock looked very shocked and John was laughing very hard at his confused face.
"John."
"Yes Sherlock."
"I think we is very very much drunken." He looked confused for a moment.
"My words, they is not the right." John laughed.
"I can hear that." They sat in silence for a few moments. Sherlock was thinking.

"Dance with me." He suddenly said.
John looked surprised.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Ok." Normally John's brain would have told him that this was a bad idea. That Sherlock might notice something if they were doing something so intimate but the alcohol had removed that catious part of him. Sherlock stood up with a slight wobble and reached his hand out to John.

"My darling Watson, may I have the pleasure of a dance?" Sherlock's words were less slurred now that he was stood up. John grabbed his best friends hand and stood up, with as much grace as a dying hippopotamus.
"But of course my dearest Holmes."
"My lady." Sherlock pretended to tip his non existent hat. John looked offended.
"Why am I the lady?"
"Because I know how to dance and you don't so I'm going to be the man and lead." Sherlock spoke with the upmost seriousness and nodded his head as though it was obvious.
"Don't you think that's a little hetemon." John paused and tried again. "Heteroon. Hetomanad. Hetiemonormo. Normo. Normatif. Hetiiemonormatif." He looked pleased with himself when he finally managed to say the word he was looking for. Well, as well as a very drunk person can say long words.

"Fine, we can both be the man then."
"Good."
"Good. I will lead and I'm a man."
"And I will follow and I am also a man." They both started to giggle and burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of themselves. Sherlock was about to start when John stopped him.
"Wait!!"
"What?!?"
"Don't we need some music?"
"Oh yeah!" Sherlock looked surprised. "You, John Watson, are a genius." John blushed at this and lowered his eyes slightly.
"Hey Google! Or is it siri? Hey box thing!" Sherlock tried to remember the name of the little grey circle that did things when you shouted at it. Unfortunately, his mind palace was in slight disarray at the moment. He swum up past a lot of smiling Johns and laughing Johns and Johns without tops on until he reached a swirling mass of multi coloured wind. He reached out and grabbed the file he needed from its colourful depths.
"Hey Alexa!" The box flashed "hello sherlock or John, how may I help?"
"Ha, Alexa! She is called Alexa!"
"Hello Alexa!" John waved at the little cylinder.
"Play some romantic music." John was surprised for a moment. Romantic music? What was sherlock doing? He didn't have time to think anymore though as Sherlock suddenly spun him round and caught him in the dance hold: one hand on his waist and the other holding his hand. This was nice. This was very nice. Then he started to move.

Despite the intoxication, Sherlock was still a good dancer. He twirled John round and round, his feet moving nimbly although he stumbled every so often from the alcohol. John managed to keep up very well, considering how bad he was at dancing usually. This was mostly down to Sherlock who was a very good lead. He used his own body to guide John's. They were dancing very close to each other and sherlock used his hips to push John's and his hands to guide his waist and other arm. John was in heaven. He was so close to Sherlock and he didn't feel at all awkward. Liquid courage flowed through his veins and he moved confidently in Sherlock's arms. Suddenly, the music came to a close and John found himself upside down. Sherlock had dipped him back and was holding him round the waist. His nose was inches from John's and his searing eyes looked directly into his. John gasped.
"Hello."
"Hello."
Sherlock didn't move to pull him back up but just stayed like that, his eyes darted down to John's lips.
"I really want to kiss you right now."
"I really want you to kiss me too." John breathed quietly. Then, Sherlock did something he had been desperate to do for years: he leaned down and kissed  Watson.

It was slow and tender as years of intoxication with one another accumulated in one wonderful moment. As they kissed, Sherlock brought John back up so that they were standing, toe to toe, kissing each other gently.

When they finally pulled apart, John's face was ecstatic.
"Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod!" He squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down on the spot.
"Sherlock kissed meeeee!!!! Sherlock fucking Holmes fucking kissed me!!" Sherlock laughed and started shouting too.
"I kissed John Watson! I kissed John Watson!" John started to run around in his excited pleasure.
"Wooooooooo!!" He screamed as he grabbed Sherlock and spun him round and round and round.
"I would have done it sooner if I had of known I would get this response!!" Sherlock laughed as they spun.
"Can I do it again?" John didn't answer, he just pushed his lips onto Sherlock's. This time it was even longer than the first and and it was a while before they finally drew away, breathless and overjoyed.
"I'll take that as a yes then!" Laughed Sherlock. John kissed him again and then ran off to the window and threw it wide. He shouted out into the dark London street.
"I love Sherlock Hollllmmmeeess!! Wooo!" There were only a few people out this late and they looked up in surprise.
"I fucking love Sherlock fucking Holmes!!!!"
Sherlock came to join him at the window and shouted out "And I fucking love John fucking Watson!!" John grabbed his favourite person in the whole world and kissed him again and again and again.

John woke up the next morning with a  banging head but a happy heart.  He was cuddled closely to Sherlocks  chest and he smiled as everything came flooding back to him. Then he panicked slightly that last night had all been a huge mistake and Sherlock would wake up and regret it all. He gently poked him in the ribs until he opened his blurry eyes.
"What do you want?" His voice was gruff and he was still half asleep.
"Umm, hello." John spoke sheepishly, worried he would be pushed out of his warm arms at any moment.
"About last night..." Sherlock removed his hand from were it was on John's torso and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"We were very drunk." John murmured.
"Yes, we were"
"Do you think it was a mistake? We were VERY intoxicated after all." John didn't want Sherlock to say yes, he wanted him to say of course not and never let him go.
"Do you regret it John?"
"No." His voice was quite but insistent.
"Neither do I." John breathed a sigh of relief.
"Besides, I was mostly intoxicated with you."
"And alcohol."
"Yes, and the alcohol. We had a LOT of alcohol but how else was I going to find the courage to kiss you?"
"I knew you were planning something!!"
"I'm always planning something my dear Watson, have you not learnt that yet?"
"Oh really, and what are you planning to do right now?"
"This." And with that, Sherlock kissed him again and again and again.

The end

An. Oh my goodness, this is so long!! I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I liked writing it:) Have an amazing evening my dudes. See you soon with another edition of pure fluff. Love yous:) ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

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