Roxy1049

"John," Mrs. Hudson called from his bedroom. "It looks like you barely use your room." John cringed slightly and blushed. Him and Sherlock had been out late many times and had ended up crashing in Sherlock's bed. And did things. Things Mrs. Hudson would be scarred by. "Sorry," He called back. "Been out late and slept on the couch." It was a clean and simple lie, hardly anything compared to denying his love for his flatmate. The door flung open revealing a disheveled Sherlock who had been out solving another case. He smiled when he saw John. He took off his coat and scarf, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was it?" John aske