"I love you…" was whispered by John into Sherlock's shirt. The lover's arms tightened around John, hands resting against the ends of John's hair.
"I love you too…" he spoke softly, inclining his head to lock lips with the blonde teen for the first time in his life. John kissed back, edging in closer to Sherlock and opening his mouth the slightest bit.
Sherlock pressed in further, slowly tracing John's lips with his own tongue before breaching the inviting lips. It was slow, their tongues met in a leisurely dance of passion.
Love wasn't a word they freely spoke to anyone. They kept it reserved within themselves, for each other. For their one true love in the world, the one they could spend the rest of their lives with.
Separating, they stared into each other's eyes. Flitting pupils were mesmerized by both blue-green and blue-grey. Shyly, John reached a tanned hand up to Sherlock's cheek where he rested it over the hazy pink blush that tinted his lover's skin. Sherlock repeated the action on John's face, smiling as the younger teens blush intensified.
"Cute." was all he whispered, leaning back in for another kiss. And that's when it all ended.
John's eyes snapped open, and he realized that he was lying in his own bed, alone. Silent tears spilled from his eyes, rolling down he cheeks and onto the cream white pillow below. His blonde hair lay in disarray, un-trimmed bangs shadowing his crying eyes as he sat up.
John drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin atop the caps. Droplets, much like rain, dripped onto his blue cotton night pants. He sniffled once, twice, and then gave a shaky sob.
Sherlock would never know of John's many sleepless nights. Nor would Sherlock know of the undying love John felt for him. They were his feelings to battle against alone, but in this fight it really didn't matter who would win. John knew the emotions would never go away.