The music vibrated through entire body it was so loud. The people on the dance floor didn't seem to mind. They writhed and moved in the tight space where they were crammed. The whole club smelled of cigarettes and sweat. In the dim lighting came streaks of color from the neon glow rings and jewelry.
Sherlock leaned against the bar, sipping on his martini. It was his third of the evening and probably not his last. He was there for one purpose only. Once the deal was done he'd return to his dorm room and hopefully to oblivion. A woman with bleached blonde hair wriggled her way between him and the patron next to him. She ordered a shot of whiskey then turned to him, breasts pressing against his arm.
"Howdy stranger," she drawled, trying to keep her voice sexy as she spoke above the noise of the club.
Sherlock took in her augmented breasts, telling ring finger, and inexpensive purse. She was well above the average age of primarily Uni students. Sherlock smirked. He leaned in close to her ear.
"Does your husband know you go clubbing to pick up men?" he asked.
Her red smile disappeared and she took her drink and walked away with a nervous glance over her shoulder. Five minutes later Sherlock was approached by a young male. He slid in the same way the woman had. He didn't bother to order a drink. Sherlock didn't give him a chance to open his mouth.
"Security didn't even bother to check your identification card so I won't ask to see it. You shouldn't be ordering alcohol at any rate. Your inhibitions are low enough. Off you pop."
"That. Was. Amazing," said a voice besides him. It was the patron the boy had jostled aside to get to Sherlock. He was short but thick. Sherlock suspected from the way his biceps stretched his shirt that it was mostly muscle. He had sandy blonde hair like the desert.
"That isn't what most people say," Sherlock finally replied.
"What do they say then?" the man asked.
"Piss off," he replied. They both started laughing. It was a ridiculous situation. Sherlock was there for drugs and this man was here to drown himself in alcohol and a woman.
"John," he said, offering his hand.
"Sherlock," he replied, taking the hand.
They drank in silence.
"I take it that you're here to forget about your brother coming out of the closet," Sherlock said. John's eyes went wide with surprise.
"What else?" he asked Sherlock.
"And you've applied for medical school but aren't sure if you'll get in – or even if you want to."
"How did you know all that?"
"You really want to know?" Sherlock replied.
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."
Sherlock studied John, as if debating how much to say. Then he went all in.
"This club is within walking distance to St. Bart's. There's the UKCAT exam tomorrow at 7:00 am. You should be back in your dorm studying and yet here you are. You're perfectly capable of passing given your intelligence so you aren't sure if you want to pursue the track to becoming a doctor. That you're pre-med is obvious by the test center confirmation in your breast pocket."
John's face was open with surprise.
"And, uh…the thing about my brother?"
"Just a guess. You're looking at the women in the club. You're also looking at the men. Something is on your mind. You obviously have a brother because he's given you that watch. It's much too expensive for a pre-med student. You obviously don't come from a family of wealth given your clothing and there's no love interest in your life or you wouldn't be here. Ergo brother."
John looked down at his watch then back up at Sherlock. He slowly took it off and handed it to him.
To John, love Sebastian.
"I do have a sister and she did just tell my parents she likes girls. The reason I'm checking out blokes is-"
"Because you're gay," Sherlock finished.
"Other than that you were correct and believe me, I'm still impressed."
"How impressed?" Sherlock asked, moving closer to John.
"Very."
Their mouths came together softly as first. Then Sherlock felt a rush of attraction. John's lips were sliding against his and his tongue came out to lick a hot streak against his mouth. They were oblivious to anything except each other and then the bartender was poking rudely at Sherlock's shoulder.
"You're knocking over your drinks. Take it elsewhere boys," he said.
Giggling and dragging each other through the thick crowd then finally made it to the back door. There was a rush of cold air as the door opened and then they were in a back alley. Sherlock dropped to his knees and John was grinning as he pulled open his flies.
Sherlock lapped up the pre-cum already leaking from the head, then licked John from base to the top in a long wet stripe. When John was slick and wet he tipped back his head and took the entire shaft into his mouth. John was already groaning above him, pressing his back into the brick wall so he wouldn't slide to his knees. His hands were in Sherlock's hair as he moved his head over the warm cock in his mouth.
John's knees were trembling. Sherlock moved one hand up and gave a few twists as he sucked the head. John gave a shout and he was coming into Sherlock's waiting mouth. Sherlock wiped at his lips with one sleeve of his shirt then moved up to kiss John again, offering him a taste of himself.
"Take the UKCAT tomorrow. You'll do fine."
"What… was that what this was about?" John asked, confused.
"It's good to relieve a little tension but it's time to go. Go home John," Sherlock said and walked back inside, leaving John to zip back up and find his way back to his dorm room.
After a while someone else approached Sherlock for an entirely different reason. Money exchanged hands and Sherlock left with a small bag of white powder.