Lay Your Hands On Me

John had never expected to find himself on Sherlock's doorstep. . . yet, here he was, saying things to him that made no sense to even himself. There had been warning bells in his head, but he had the situation in control, didn't he? After all, he was a bloody teacher. *A oneshot from If I Could Only universe*. Slash, porn. LOTS OF PORN WITH FEELS. COMPLETE for now.