Authors note: Rightio. Well, here is a fan-fiction I wrote because..SMUTTAY JOHNLOCK IS GREAT!
It'll get smuttier as it progresses. So you know, leave reviews and whatever. x
It was John's first day at his new school; he breathed in heavily before turning to his Mum and kissing her lightly on the cheek as tears sparkled in her eyes,
'-Mum, come on, I'll call you as much as I can and come to visit on the holidays, I promise' John smiled up at his mother,
'-you better!' she smiled hugging him once more as tightly as she possibly could; her baby was moving away from home for the first time, she didn't want to say goodbye but John had to grow up, she couldn't baby him forever.
John gave his mother one last reassuring smile, picked up his bags, and headed toward the head office of the boarding school.
As nervous as he was, this being his first time living away from home, he couldn't help be incredibly excited; he just hoped his room mate wasn't some complete dick.
John placed his bags down on the floor and walked up to the small office door and knocked on it softly, and then opened it when a deep voice muttered a 'come in.'
John opened the door and saw a balding man, with glasses sitting behind a desk and another boy, probably about his age, sitting lazily on a chair in front of the desk. There was something about the boy, John couldn't decipher what it was, but there was just something. Was it his mysterious, dark look, the way his eyes were scanning John as he entered the room, or the tangled mess of curls hanging over one of the boy's eyes? Who knew, but John had a strange feeling about him.
'-Ah! John Watson, come in, come in!' the balding man gestured to the empty seat next to the strange boy, John sat down and nodded a hello to the boy next to him, who then replied with a raised eyebrow and then a nod.
'-Right John, I'm Mr. Preston the head master of St. Johns, I just wanted to welcome you to the school' he smiled stretching out a hand, John shook it,
'-very nice to meet you'
'Now, sorry to make this meeting brief but I have some things to catch up on, this is your roommate Sherlock Holmes' Mr. Preston gestured to the boy next to John, who stretched out a hand to Sherlock; who just looked at John, then down at his hand and back at Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston sighed heavily, then handed John the key to his dorm and his timetable,
'-Sherlock take John up to your dorm, and don't be an idiot about it'
Sherlock blew the hair out of his eyes, and then walked out of the office; John went to follow Sherlock when Mr. Preston stopped him for a quick word,
'-I'm sorry you got stuck with him, but it was the only dorm left' he whispered,
'I'm sure I'll get to know him better and we'll end up good mates' John smiled,
'-Are you coming?' Sherlock said peering back into the office,
'Ah, yeah, sorry' John walked quickly over to his things and followed Sherlock into an elevator.
Both boys stood in complete silence in the elevator for a moment when Sherlock's deep voice finally pierced through the nothingness,
'How do you feel about the violin?' he asked suddenly,
'-uh, what?' came John's startled reply,
'The violin; I play when I'm bored, would that bother you?' Sherlock said, obviously annoyed that he had to repeat himself,
'-oh! Not at all, I love the violin' John smiled,
Sherlock looked down at the shorter boy; he wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was just something about him that Sherlock just couldn't decipher, and he kinda liked it.
'-I suppose your sister plays?' Sherlock said as they stepped out of the elevator, taking one of John's heavy suit cases and carrying it down an empty hall,
'Yeah how did you know?' John asked startled, '-thank you for carrying that by the way'
'-just a guess' Sherlock smirked, '-and you're welcome.'
Soon they stopped in front of dorm number 221b, Sherlock pulled his keys from his pocket when a group of boys appeared at the end of the hall,
'Got yourself another one, aye Sherly!?' said the smaller boy of the group, Sherlock sighed and turned to the group of boys that were heading towards him and John.
'-is that a problem Anderson?' Sherlock asked, not that he actually cared what Anderson thought, Sherlock was surprised the imbecile could think at all.
'Not for me-' Anderson snickered '-it will be for him' he said pointing at John.
John had no idea who this boy was, but he pretty much hated the dickhead already,
'-and why would that be a problem for me?' John said stepping forward.
Sherlock looked down at the blonde headed boy and smirked; he quite liked him so far.
'-this freak will probably practise his weird experiments on you or something, he can never keep a roommate for more than 24 hours' Anderson laughed, the two gorilla like boys chuckling behind him.
'-well, we'll just see about that won't we, come on Sherlock' John turned to face Sherlock, and smiled up at him brightly, Sherlock smiled back at him and continued unlocking the door.
'-oh! I think this one fancies you Sherlock!' Anderson snickered '-maybe he'll stay longer than a few hours if you promise to give him a root later?'
Sherlock turned to tell Anderson to fuck off, but before he opened his mouth, John had smashed his fist into the side of Andersons face. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Anderson clutching the side of his face and shaking on the floor; his cronies not knowing what to do.
John shook his fist and the rubbed his knuckles,
'-nice meeting you Anderson' John smirked, before pushing open the dorm door, picking up his things and walking inside; Sherlock following behind him.
'Well that's one way of making friends' Sherlock said sarcastically, holding back a soft chuckle,
'-he seemed like a dick anyway' laughed John '-well this dorm is pretty awesome' he said looking around; the room was quite spacious, there was a lounge with a television, a couch, and an arm chair, a kitchen, that seemed to have been turned into a science lab, there was one bathroom and one bedroom in which had two beds, two desks, two sets of drawers and another armchair.
'-I'll just chuck myself in here then' John said looking around the bedroom. John threw his suitcases on top of his bed, un-zipped them and began taking out his clothes and placing them in the empty set of drawers.
Meanwhile in the lounge Sherlock had thrown himself down on the couch in a spot where he could just see John through the slightly ajar door and he watched him closely.
Hm. He does own quite a lot of those jumpers and shirts, they don't look to be very expensive, he mustn't be very rich, probably here on a scholarship. Everything is folded extremely carefully, but he is just throwing his possessions carelessly into the drawers, his mother must have packed his things, over-concerned mother perhaps? That would explain why he didn't seem too distraught leaving his mother at the gate, -Sherlock had been watching John say goodbye, through the window of Mr. Prestons office- over-protective mother? Suggest that his father isn't around to much, or maybe not at all, could have passed away, or more likely left the family. –John picked up a framed photo and placed it on top of the drawers- oh, a photo, two women and himself, no father, obviously he left the family. He is very well built, probably works out, more or less feels the need to be the man of the house seeing that there is no father, he is very well built in fact, his arms are firm and strong chest, lots of upper body strength, he is quite attractive, probably has a girlfriend- Sherlock's heart sank- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? WHAT DO I CARE IF HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!? This is ridiculous, shut up and continue with the deductions. –Sherlock tried to continue with deducing what he could about John, when John lifted a small pair of red pants from his suit case and Sherlock bit down hard on his lip- he would look good in those, SHUT UP! STOP IT!
Sherlock got up off the couch and wandered into the kitchen trying to distract himself from his stupid, meaning-less thoughts,
'What the hell was that about!?' He said to himself, '-I've only just met him and I'm fantasizing about him in a small pair of red pants, granted he would look incredible-SHUT UP!' Sherlock clapped his hands to his face '-what are you doing Sherlock, you ruled out sexual attraction years ago! It gets in the way of things, -SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!'
'-uh, Sherlock?'
Sherlock lowered his hands from his face and saw John leaning against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed loosely across his chest and an eye-brow raised, '-you ok?'
'I'm perfectly fine John,' Sherlock smiled awkwardly at John,
'Oh ok, thought something was the matter, but I'm glad you're fine' John smiled, and Sherlock couldn't help smiling back, then he noticed John's knuckles were slightly swollen,
'Did you want some ice for that?' he asked,
'-actually yeah that's what I came in here for, also I was wondering where the television remote was, you know if you don't mind me watching some telly?' John asked, rubbing his swollen hand.
Sherlock had to think about that for a moment; where the hell was the television remote?
He opened the freezer and grabbed out a box of frozen fish fingers and wrapped them in a tea towel and handed it to John,
'Thanks' John smiled once more up at Sherlock, dear god, that smile is adorable.
'-about the television remote' Sherlock said running his hands through his black curls, '-I may have melted it for an experiment'
Sherlock was expecting John to be annoyed with him, or ask some stupid question as to why Sherlock had done it, obviously due to boredom, but he didn't, he just laughed.
'No worries then, I'll just have to get off my butt and change the channels' he said, as he walked over to the TV and started flicking through the channels.
Sherlock stay standing in the kitchen doorway, just staring at John's back as he fiddled with the television.
He doesn't even ask stupid, pointless questions! JUST SNOG HIM, DO IT NOW!
'-are you gonna come sit down?' John asked, slightly confused as to why Sherlock was staring at the television from the kitchen.
Sherlock realised John was speaking to him,
'-uh, yeah' Sherlock walked awkwardly over to couch and sat next to John.
Sherlock stared at the wall above the television; he didn't care much for telly, it was completely pointless and every programme was extremely dull and besides his mind palace was a complete mess; he had to sort some things out.
Right, what the hell is going on here!? You haven't had any fun in ages, I'm bored! So by fun you mean I haven't shagged anyone in ages? Well I haven't felt the need too, it's pointless! I don't get 'turned on' I've tried girls; I've tried boys, NOTHING! I don't need to shag someone to be stimulated. Well, John Watson here seems to be getting your blood pumping. It's nothing, I'm just adjusting to having a new roommate, and this one seems to want to stay, so I'll have to get used to it! He's just another classmate, now shut up and go back into the locked filing cabinet! Fine, but sexually erotic Sherlock is going to come out eventually, and when I do I'm gonna taste every part of John Watson physically possible!
Sherlock's eyes flew open quickly as he began to imagine what John Watson would taste like, he felt all his blood rush south and small bump began to form in his trousers.
Sherlock stood up as calmly and as casually as he could and made his way to the bathroom.
Don't know what that Anderson kids problem was, he seems normal enough to me? –John glanced toward the bathroom door- he's a bit eccentric sure, but he just seems clever to me, bit mysterious with the whole long curly hair thing, and the lip piercing, but eh, Andersons just another dickhead.
At that moment Sherlock returned from the bathroom, and sat down in the arm chair on the other side of the lounge; there was nothing on the telly so John took this as an opportunity to ask some questions about the school.
'-so Sherlock, was wondering if we could compare timetables? Kinda hoping we have the same classes, I'll probably end up lost otherwise' John asked, sincerely hoping that they had the same classes, he wasn't exactly sure why, he knew he'd easily adjust to the school, but for some reason he really wanted to be in the same classes as Sherlock.
'-Timetables in the bedroom, pinned to the wall' Sherlock said in a completely mono-tone voice, his fingers pressed tightly against his lips and refusing to look at John.
Don't look at him, don't look at him, DON'T BLOODY LOOK, or you'll have to go and 'relieve' yourself in the bathroom again. HA. Told ya, you sooo want some of that. Oh for heavens sake, GO AWAY! Fine, but you know you do.
John must have gone into the bedroom while Sherlock was arguing with himself,
'Hey, we have all the same classes!' John said happily,
'Brilliant' exclaimed Sherlock,
John wasn't sure if Sherlock was genuinely pleased to have the same classes, or being sarcastic, but he couldn't see what problem Sherlock would have with him, so he took it in a positive way.
John came back into the lounge and threw himself back down on the couch,
'-so what's the deal around here?'
Sherlock looked at him with a raised eye-brow,
'What do you mean by deal?'
'You know, are we allowed too bring girls round from the other schools, or is it against the rules?' John blushed a little having to say it out loud, he sounded like an idiot.
Oh, he wants to bring girls over, I bet you're jealous!
'Uh-I'm pretty sure it's against the rules,' Sherlock muttered,
'Oh, right, yeah I suppose it would be' John said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
Both boys sat in complete silence for a few minutes, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
I wonder if Sherlock has a girlfriend. Should I ask? No, it'll sound like I'm trying to make a move, but I just said I want to bring girls over? He wouldn't think I was gay, would he? I'm not though, at least, I don't think so? No! I'M NOT!
'-so do you have a girlfriend?' John spat out suddenly; Sherlock looked at him quizzically.
John thought about what he had said, and how quickly he had said it.
Oh great! He thinks I'm coming onto him, which I'm not. Definitely not, because I'm not gay, so I don't need to worry!
'-No I don't' Sherlock said coolly,
'-Oh, ok-' John paused for a moment, '-boyfriend?'
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John,
'-which is, you know, perfectly fine, by the way.' He added suddenly.
'No, I don't' Sherlock said, finally giving his full attention to John; he had no idea what this conversation was leading too, but he was quite eager to find out.
'-Right so you're single, good-I MEAN- not good that you're single, but good-because-' John felt like a complete idiot, he was straight, completely and utterly straight, but by the way he was talking he wouldn't be surprised if Sherlock thought he played for the other side.
Sherlock decided to help John out of this awkward situation, so he interrupted his stutters,
'-Do you have a girlfriend?'
John sighed with relief; thank god Sherlock wasn't taking this the wrong way,
'-Nope, trying to focus on school and all that' John smiled.
Oh! He's all yours Sherlock, go on! Make your move, I dare you!
Both John and Sherlock ended up in the awkward silence they'd been trying to avoid. John sat playing with the now melted box of fish fingers, and Sherlock flicked his curls constantly out of his eye.
'I think I'll hit the sack' John said pointing toward the bedrooms, 'Goodnight Sherlock' he said, patting Sherlock on the shoulder as he passed him.
Sherlock took in a deep intake of breathe; he caught John's scent as he passed; musky with a hint of tea. He then exhaled slowly, closing his eyes.
Friends! Friends is all you want to be, well-maybe-for now..I TOLD YOU! Oh, shut up, FRIENDS! Friends is all I want, anyway seeing as we have all the same classes and he won a scholarship to the school, he must be clever, not as clever as me obviously but clever enough to not bore me half to death. And you find that extremely sexy don't you? He's clever and that just makes your blood pump. Whatever, yeah it's a trait I find alluring, but I'm not interested in John right now, I just want to gain his friendship, and then gain his cock SHUT UP!.