One More Night (Johnlock AU)

                                    

                                          
He could see it in the young man's eyes. 
                          
He knew he didn't want to be here anymore. "I have to go," he whispered in the dark. John swallowed quietly, nodding. The stranger felt around for his clothes, sliding them on quickly. John stammered, breath stopping momentarily, brain jumping. 
                          
 "Wait," he managed, desperation clawing at his throat. 
 "What?" the man asked, unknowing and unaware of John's sudden need. He thought fast. 
 "I... I never caught your name," he said eventually, anything to keep his one night stand here. The man smirked. 
                          
 "That's because I never threw it," he replied slyly and John breathed a laugh. "Sherlock". 
 "What, really?" he asked, disbelieving. "Your name is actually 'Sherlock'?"
                          
 "Why do you think I didn't 'throw' you my name?" Sherlock asked sarcastically and John laughed again, wholeheartedly. 
 "I'm John," he offered in return, and Sherlock nodded. 
                          
 "I know, you told me". 
 "Did I?" John raised his eyebrows. 
 "No, I saw your ID when you unlocked your apartment, but I didn't want to say that," Sherlock sighed, John breathed. 
                          
 "That's amazing," he complimented and the other man frowned. 
 "Hardly, John".
 John looked up at the standing man, and blinked. He looked away ashamedly and bit his lip. 
 "Sorry, uh, I won't keep you," he said suddenly, remembering that Sherlock had been trying to leave
 "John...," he begun, but the blond cut him off. 
                          
 "No, it's okay, you don't have to stay," he interrupted. "I understand". 
 "No, you don't I-" he tried again. 
 "I do, Sherlock. It's okay". 
                          
 "John!"
 "What?"
 Sherlock stared at him for what seemed like an age. He sighed, stripped off his shirt again, and climbed back into bed next to John. 
                          
 "What are you doing?" John asked, as Sherlock rested his cheek on his bare chest and pulled the doona back over them. 
 "Well I was trying to say that I can't get out of the building without your key card..."
 "Oh," he remembered his odd security system. 
 "... but I think I'll stay," he continued, and John smiled into the dark. He wrapped his arms around him. 
                          
A/N: Yeah so it's really short but
                          
like
                          
at least it's not pathetically sad amirite
                          
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