Seventeen year old John is best friends with his classmate Sherlock Holmes. When he is beat up he goes to the brunette for help. Based on an omegle rp. Co-written with another author.

I'm at the hospital, pick me up. JW

Why are you in hospital? SH

On my way SH

Broke my arm. JW

Are you at Barts? SH

Yeah. JW

Almost there. What happened? SH

Don't remember. JW

Blacked out? SH

Sure. JW

You remember...it's okay you don't have to tell me. SH

Okay. Thank you. JW

No problem. SH

I'm waiting outside. JW

Almost there. SH

Good. JW

John sighed and shoved his phone in his pocket. He popped on a pair of shades to hide the black eye and the bit of stitches by his eyes from people as they passed. He watched as the cars pulled up and drove away looking out for Sherlock. Sherlock pulled up in a cab and called for John to get in.

"Hey" he greeted, noticing John's glasses and deducing that he most-likely had a black eye meaning a fight.

"Hey," John said as he slipped into the cab.

He smiled at Sherlock and decided the teen already deduced his black eye.

"Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't want my mum to worry."John asked as he removed the sunglasses.

"Sure. My parents aren't home though. Mycroft won some scholarship to a boarding school. They're all off visiting the campus. I'll be home alone for the week."

John grinned. "Great," he said, settling back in his seat. "That's good. I like when no one is home."

"Mmm, me too" Sherlock nodded in agreement. "Want to go straight there? We can order takeaway."

The blonde nodded. "I would love takeaway," he said, licking his lips. "Want to sign my cast? I chose blue because it will go with about anything I wear."

"Signing casts how...ordinary. Why not." Sherlock pulled a marker from his coat pocket and scribbled his name.

John grinned and nodded. "Ordinary yes, but no one can resist," he said. "God, you have horrible handwriting."

"We're in a moving cab, John" Sherlock said with a scowl that turned into a grin. "I do though, yes."

"If it stops hurting I can whack people with this thing," John laughed, playing hitting Sherlock with it. He hissed and shook his head. "Nope stupid idea."

Sherlock smiled. "Like most of your ideas" he joked.

The cab pulled up to Sherlock's flat. John rolled his eyes and climbed out.

"I suppose the stupidest idea was becoming friends with you," he laughed. "Some might say that ,but it was a great decision. Now, do you have ice cream in there?"

"Yes, actually. I bought some for an experiment. I have chocolate and vanilla." Sherlock opened the door and headed toward the kitchen.

John smiled and followed him. "I would love a bowl after actual food," he said.

"Okay. What type of takeaway do you want?" Sherlock asked whilst flipping through various menus.

"Chinese," John shrugged. "Or if you want something else just order it." He moved into the living room and sat on the couch with a small groan.

"Chinese sounds good."

Sherlock placed the order, only once yelling at the worker about how fortune cookies don't actually originate in China, before the brunette sat next to John and smiled.

John smiled and shifted closer before resting against him slightly. "Thanks for coming," he murmured.

"Thanks for asking me. I know you have lots of other friends." Sherlock shifted away just enough so they weren't touching. He liked John, but he wouldn't temp himself. John wasn't gay, right?

John frowned and sat up a bit more. "Yeah but none of them would have come," he said. He rubbed his eyes. "Plus you're the only one I can trust when I'm like this."

"Thanks..."Sherlock said quietly, before being interrupted by the door bell ringing. He came back moments later with the food.

John heard his stomach rumble when he smelled the food. "Oh god, I am starving," he grinned.

Sherlock tossed him a container and a pair of chopsticks before sitting down to eat. He clumsily tried to use his chopsticks when he noticed John using his with ease. John quickly started eating, holding the carton between his legs. He glanced over at Sherlock with a smile.

"Having fun with the dancing chopsticks?"

"No..." he muttered, slightly shifting closer.

John laughed and set down his before taking Sherlock's hand. "Just hold them like this," he said doing his best to maneuver the sticks.

Sherlock smiled awkwardly, enjoying John's touch. "Thanks" he tried again, this time managing to pick up a few noodles and guide them to his mouth.

"Just like that," John grinned proudly. He leaned against him again just slightly though. "Can you hand me the remote?"

"Sure." He handed it to him, risking a nudge back.

John smiled and turned on the television, keeping it low. "I love Chinese food," he mumbled as he went back to eating.

I love you, Sherlock thought to himself. "Yes, I like it too." He turned his attention to the telly.

John smiled softly and looked over at Sherlock for a few moments. "You know," he paused and shook his head. "Never mind."

Sherlock smiled back. "What? Tell me." He shifted so he was facing John.

"No, it's best I not say anything, I already said something stupid earlier today to end up like this," he said. "Don't want it to happen again."

"John, if you're somehow implying that I'm going to hit you because of something you're going to say, then you really are a idiot." He smiled. "Come on. Tell me."

"You know I really like this show," John said, looking back to the screen. His cheeks were red and he didn't want to say what he really was thinking."

Sherlock patted him on the back. "Fine. Don't say anything."

John nodded and looked down. Now he felt bad. He could say it and if it was taken negatively he could just leave quickly. It wouldn't be that hard.

"I think you're beautiful."

Sherlock choked on the noodle he was eating. He coughed a few times then looked at John. "R-really?" he smiled and blushed.

A smile and red cheeks, that was a good sign correct? John nodded slowly, biting his lip. "Yeah, I wouldn't lie about this."

"Um, thanks. I-I think you are too." He blushed a darker shade of red.

John laughed a bit and looked down in his lap again. "Thanks," he said quietly.

"I'm going to get the ice cream." Sherlock stood and paused before entering the kitchen. What was one more risk? "Be right back, handsome..."

John's grin grew as did his blush. "Thanks," he said again, giggling a bit.

God, he was just like a child wasn't he? He lifted his head and glanced towards Sherlock, who reappeared a moment later with a carton of ice cream and two spoons.

"Oh you are a saint," John said as he propped his legs up on the coffee table.

The brunette sat down next to John, making sure their shoulders rubbed together. "Here take a spoon" Sherlock handed John one and began to eat himself.

John took a big spoonful and started eating. "This is my favorite part," he said. "Eating ice cream after a hospital visit."

"Mmm, I agree."He nodded and took another spoonful.

"I once purposefully hit my head when I was younger to get an ice cream," John told him. "My mum didn't find it funny."

Sherlock gave him a 'wow you're an idiot' look and smiled.

"I was ten, I didn't know any better," John laughed.

"I remember when I was ten. Solved one of my first mysterious. The case of the runaway hamster. I told the kid it died and his mom threw it out. My first black eye too, come to think of it." Sherlock shrugged and ate another bite.

John shook his head. "Black eyes are a pain," he said. "This one was even worse because blood also got in my eye."

Sherlock nodded. "Let me take a look" He reached up and gently turned John's head so he could see better.

John showed off the shiner and the stitches. "It was a pain to get that stitches up too. Thought they were going to get my eye."

He moved his hand so that it was cupping John's cheek. Sherlock was no longer looking at John's black eye, instead his eyes came to rest on his lips.

John licked his lips as they curled up into a smile. "Go ahead," he said quietly.

"What?" Sherlock coughed to hide his embarrassment and tried to look away, but he found that he couldn't.

John rolled his eyes and took the first step, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to his lips. Sherlock smiled against the other boys lips, gently kissing back.

John slowly pulled away. "I hope that's what you wanted to do," he said.

Y-yep" Sherlock's voice cracked. "Thanks..."

John laughed and kissed his cheek. "No, thank you."

Sherlock moved and caught John's lips on his own. John grinned, kissing him back as the brunette nibbled on his lower lip, hungrily.

John brought up the hand with the cast and groaned when he accidentally bopped him in the head.

"I'm so sorry. This stupid thing, forgot I had it already," John laughed. He used his other hand and slid it behind his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

Sherlock put down the ice cream and leaned into John. John let out a soft hum, slowly drawing his tongue over his bottom lip. He opened wider, allow John to slip in his tongue. When the boy did, Sherlock gently sucked on it. John let out an appreciative sound before slowly pulling away. Sherlock let him, but had a small pout on his face.

"Sorry," John said. "I got a bit over excited and was finding it hard to breath."

"Oh, okay." Sherlock smiled and turned to watch the telly, resting his head on John's shoulder.

I really do like you Sherlock," John said, kissing his forehead.

"Will you go out with me?" Sherlock asked, turning to look John in the eyes.

"Yes," John said. "I will."