Embarrassment

      Sherlock was sitting next to William, stroking his blond hair. A day off when you can not go anywhere at all. Just sit on the couch and just be quiet, resting. But still, he was a little worried. — Liam?..       William replied in a tired tone, enjoying the touch: — Yeah? What?       After a moment's hesitation, Sherlock said in an almost desperate tone: — Do you want to talk about... the recent incident?       William exhaled slowly, realizing what the detective was getting at. He didn't need words to figure it out. He will not be caught at this reception a second time. He buried his face in his shoulder, breathing softly. A strange sense of peace came over him. Not the feeling of peace in which there are no regrets. It was a kind of apathetic calm. He whispered softly: — No, I'm fine.       Saying "I'm fine" after a recent suicide attempt is pathetic at best, rather hypocritical at worst. In this case, it was almost like an open reluctance to talk about yourself. Maybe he's not ready for it yet. Or just doesn't want to. There are so many excuses. Sherlock shook his head. — No, it's not. Look, I know you think you should hate yourself, and you do, but there are still things in you that shouldn't be hated. For example, this is your beautiful face.       Holmes took out a magnifying glass, actually a magnifying glass, and looked through it at the hapless "roommate". William's ears turned red, but he didn't say anything. He just felt strangely grateful.       William cringed, trying to appear inconspicuous. He felt disgusting, he didn't want to and won't talk about his emotions. Sooner or later he would have to tell about it anyway, he knew it. But how much he didn't want it. He alternately blushed and turned pale. Besides, the detective's words confused him too much. Almost in a whisper he answered him: — You flatter me.       Continuing to examine him through a magnifying glass, Sherlock pulled him to himself and kissed him on the lips. Very quickly, as if to confirm his previous words.       He felt William's body move slightly and begin to heat up. He sneered at that. How charming his lover is when he's embarrassed like that. — Do you know what happens when I find what I'm looking for? I'm not letting it go.       William flinched when he felt that quick kiss on his lips. There was a slight regret in him when that kiss ended. But the detective's words were much more than just a compliment or a beautiful speech. It was much more than that. Because of this, he involuntarily felt deja vu. His face was still burning.       Sherlock squeezed his hands tightly and pressed his forehead against his forehead. William did not resist and even hugged the detective in return. Holmes whispered: — I will never leave you, even if the world falls apart and disappears.       They remained in this position for a while until Moriarty spoke first, and he did so with a slight sense of shame (because he was still getting used to this kind of tenderness).: — I... uh... Thank you, for....what you just did.       William pretty much began to realize that the detective really enjoyed teasing him. It was actually a bit funny. He buried his face in his chest, hugging him lightly. Holmes hugged him back and after a few minutes of silence said with a laugh — Oh, Liam... You're so easy to tease.       Moriarty looked at Sherlock and smiled a little, despite the slight confusion and a bit of shame that he tried very hard to hide. — Yes... I suppose so.       But that's exactly what the detective was counting on. This is not a solution to the problem. And yet for a while these bitter thoughts will not be. Deciding not to stop there, he pulled him to him again and kissed him, this time lingering for a few seconds. And he didn't mind — it was nice.