Authors note: ..and here is the SMUT! Features of David Tennant, Adam Lambert and John's little red pants ;D
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The next week went swimmingly, John and Sherlock had gained each others trust and friendship; you couldn't see one boy without the other. They spent each class together, and Sherlock helped John out with his homework and John basically did Sherlock's astronomy homework for him. Sherlock had explained the science of Deduction to John, and John tried explaining his favourite show, Doctor Who, to Sherlock, in which neither boy understood what the other was talking about. Anderson hadn't said anything to either of them since John had hit him, and things were going great for the duo.

On the Wednesday night of John's second week at the school, someone had knocked on the boy's dorm door.

'Sherlock were you expecting someone?' John said looking away from the television and at the door,

'Really John? I, Sherlock Holmes, expecting someone? Obviously not,' Sherlock called from the kitchen; he was doing one of his weird experiments.

John got up and opened the door,

'Hello,' John said as he opened the door to a boy he'd never seen around before; he was taller than John, yet an inch shorter than Sherlock, his skin was tanned and he was fairly built.

'-Oh, hello, you must be new here, I'm Greg Lestrade, is Sherlock around?'

'Oh! Yeah, come in, I'm John by the way' John said opening the door to let Greg inside.

'Sherlock, Greg is here to see you' John called,

'Who?'

'Greg Lestrade'

'Oh!' Sherlock appeared from the kitchen, holding a pair of extremely long tongs and wearing goggles,

Sherlock looked Greg up and down and then asked,

'-how was Hawaii?'

'-how did you kno-Oh, your deduction thing, right' Greg rolled his eyes,

'-anyway was wondering if I could take a look at your timetable, apparently we have the same classes, but Mr. P being the un-organised idiot that he is, didn't have a timetable for me' Greg smirked,

'Yeah, you know where it is' Sherlock said returning to his experiment and John returned to watching Doctor Who, it may have been a re-run, but come on, no one likes to miss out on Doctor Who; well maybe Sherlock.

Greg returned from the bedroom,

'Thanks for that Sherlock!' he called into the kitchen, '-well I suppose I should be off then, was nice meeting you John' he smiled,

'You can stay and watch Doctor Who if you want?' John asked pointing at the telly,

'-is it a David Tennant episode?' Greg asked,

'-is there any Doctor better?' John laughed,

'-definitely not!' Greg chuckled, taking a seat next to John on the couch.

Sherlock was almost done with his experiment when he heard the sound of uncontrollable laughter; Sherlock went to investigate.

When he entered the lounge he found John rolling around on the floor in laughter and Lestrade laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his face.

'What's so funny?' Sherlock asked curiously,

'n-nothing!' John managed to choke,

'It's obviously not nothing, tell me!'

'Greg, made a stupid Doctor Who joke, you wouldn't get it anyway' John said finally getting up off the floor and wiping his face.

'Fine.' Sherlock said storming back into the kitchen.

Oh, Lestrade is moving in on your man! Haven't heard from you in a while, and he's not my man! John is free to flirt around with whomever he pleases! So you think John was flirting with Greg? No! I don't know, I don't think so? Besides Lestrade is going out with my brother, Ha the both of them still think I'm un-aware of their relationship, besides John isn't gay. Are you sure about that? What do you mean? You are Sherlock Holmes! As if you haven't noticed the way John watches you while you're thinking, or how he insists on leaning over you when helping you with your Astronomy homework when there is a chair right next to you which he could sit in, or how about- Ok, I see your point. Well it doesn't matter anyway, because John doesn't want a relationship, do you want a relationship with John or just a quick shag? I-

Sherlock's thoughts were interrupted when John came into the kitchen,

'Hey Sherlock, we are going down to the pub for a bit, did you want to come?'

'Yes! –I mean, let me just grab my coat'

Not jealous at all?

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As soon as they arrived at the pub, Lestrade ordered a round of beers for all three of them. Sherlock took small sips from his drink, he and alcohol didn't mix well; it always led to Sherlock ending up in some random persons bedroom.

As the night progressed both Lestrade and John had gotten completely smashed, while Sherlock had insisted on the one beer; besides he was gonna have to take these two idiots home.

'Have anover beer Sherly!' Lestrade stammered,

'I'm perfectly fine with the one, Lestrade'

'Ah, come on Sherly! Have some fun; you haven't had fun fo'a long time!' Lestrade winked at him,

'Yes, well every time I have fun I end up in bed with some drunken idiot'

'-I don' see the problem wiz' that Sherly?'

Sherlock groaned, Lestrade was even more annoying when he was drunk,

'Look over there Lestrade-' Sherlock pointed over to a man, who had been watching them, '-that man has been checking you out all night, why don't you go (annoy) talk to him?'

Lestrade looked over toward the man and then back at Sherlock,

'I can't Shwerlock' he muttered,

'Oh, and why is that?' Sherlock said with a raised eye-brow,

'I can't tell you!' Lestrade said rubbing his eyes,

'Fine' Sherlock muttered, turning back to face the bar and taking another small sip of beer.

'Ok, ok! You begged it out of me!' Lestrade said placing a hand on Sherlock's shoulder, '-but you can't tell Mycroft's brother ok? Shuuusssshhhhh!' Lestrade said placing a finger to his lips, '-I'm going out with Mycroft, I can't go flirting with cute boys in the bar!'

'Oh are you really?-' Sherlock rolled his eyes 'I won't tell Mycroft's brother, you go and dance now, or something' he added with a flick of his hand and Lestrade staggered off into the crowd of dancing people.

After a moment or so John stumbled out of the men's room and took a seat next to Sherlock,

'Hey Sherwock!' he smiled a drunken smile up at Sherlock; Sherlock snickered, John hadn't had much to drink, yet he was completely smashed, he obviously couldn't handle his liquor.

Oh, he gets drunk easily; you could use that to your advantage! Oh be quiet.

'-hello John, what have you been up too?'

'Well, I was dancing with some girl, bu' she was annoyin', so I pretended I needed the loo and then I came to find you; hey that rhymes' John giggled,

Sherlock, turned to face John and raised an eyebrow,

'-and why did you come to find me?'

'Because I want you to come an' dance wif' me Sherwock' John said grabbing Sherlock's hand and pulling him to his feet,

'I'd rather not John' don't be ridiculous! Of course you do! Go grind with the boy!

John looked up at Sherlock with sad eyes,

'ok then,' John had dropped Sherlocks hands and had turned back to the bar.

Once John looked up at him with those eyes, Sherlock had to give in.

'-oh fine then, one dance!'

John looked up at him and grinned ear to ear, then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowd of people.

Sherlock laughed at John's feeble attempts at dancing; he was completely out of time, but John thought his own dance moves were amazing, and Sherlock found it extremely cute.

John then grabbed Sherlock's hands and pulled himself in close; Sherlock gulped down hard as John swayed against him.

'-I love your hair Sherwock!' John spat out, '-it's so curly! Like the Fourth Doctor's!' he giggled; Sherlock had no idea what John was talking about, but smiled all the same.

'-and your lip piercing, it's weally, weally, weally hot' he added hiccuping into Sherlock's chest,

'-Uh, thanks John' Sherlock smirked, 'I like your dance moves' he laughed.

John let go of Sherlock's hands, and placed his own on Sherlock's back and pulled him in even closer; Sherlock had to take a deep breathe before placing his arms around John.

John was cuddled up into Sherlock's chest and continued to mutter things like,

'-you smell so good, like lavender, I always knew you would smell like that!' and '-I like dancing with you Sherwock'

'-I like dancing with you too John' Sherlock said softly placing his chin on the top of John's head and smiling to himself.

On the other side of the pub, Lestrade was looking all over for Sherlock and John, when he finally spotted them in the crowd of people dancing,

'-Aww! I knew it' he smiled, '-I wonder what would happen if I-' Lestrade looked deviously up at the DJ; and laughed.

Sherlock spotted Lestrade staggering up to the DJ and whispering something into his ear; Sherlock was curious, but as soon as the song began to play, he knew EXACTLY what Lestrade was up too.

'-Hey Swerlock! It's your song!' Lestrade yelled across the pub,

'LESTRADE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!' Sherlock yelled,

'-why is this your song Sherwock?' John asked,

'It's-uh-because-' Sherlock stammered,

'-because Sherlock can't help himself when this song is on!' Lestrade winked as he walked passed them both,

'-I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU!' Sherlock called back at him; he would have chased after him, but John was still holding onto him tightly.

'-Wha' is this song Sherwock?' John asked, looking up at Sherlock, still not letting his arms on his back loose.

'-Uh, it's Fever by Adam Lambert' Sherlock said awkwardly,

'-and why is it your song?'

'-well, a long time ago, I well-I'd drink quite a lot of alcohol and then Lestrade would request this song and-I-uh-would pick someone out and go and-uh-well, get in their pants basically,'

'You were a whore Sherwock!?' John laughed,

'-Uh, I suppose' Sherlock said running his fingers through his hair awkwardly.

To Sherlock's disappointment, John let go of him and ran back to the bar, and came back with a three bottles of beer.

'-go on Sherwock, drink it and then show me' John almost growled,

'-I-Uh-John, I-I can't!' JUST DO IT! HE WANTS YOU! HE WANTS TO FUCK YOU DRY SHERLOCK, JUST FUCKING DO IT!

John placed the bottles on the floor, and took a step toward Sherlock, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down so he could whisper in his ear,

'I want you Sherwock, I dare you, come on'

YOU CAN'T SAY NO TO THAT! YOU BETTER DO IT! OH I AM DOING IT! WHORE SHERLOCK'S COMING OUT TO PLAY!

Sherlock picked up the bottles and drank one after the other, and ran back to the bar and took a few shots, while John stood back in the crowd, watching him, arms crossed and a smirk right across his face.

Lestrade was at the bar next to Sherlock, laughing his head off,

'I knew you wanted him!' he roared with laughter,

'Oh, you have no idea how MUCH I want him' Sherlock growled, taking one final shot, '-go request the song again Lestrade' Sherlock turned and leaned back against the bar, not taking his eyes off John, who was still in the crowd, tempting him with his devious smirk.

'-he's the one, that one, I'm gonna destroy him, and he is gonna fucking love it' Sherlock muttered to himself, smiling.

..and then the song began to play.

There he goes, my baby walks so slow, sexual, tic-tac-toe…

Sherlock sauntered up to John and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him in as tightly as possible; Sherlock smirked down at John, who was taken by surprise, but loved every minute of it.

Yeah, I know that we both know, it isn't time, no, but could you be mine…

Sherlock began to thrust his hips against John, and John let out a soft sigh as every part of Sherlock brushed up against him.

We'll never get to far, just you me and the bar, silly ménage a trois, sometime, would you be mine! Would you be m-mine, WOULD YOU BE M-mine…

Sherlock began to thrust himself even harder against John to the beat of the song. John had no idea what was going on, with the alcohol and the arousal of Sherlock's body sliding against his own, his brain wasn't functioning properly; he didn't care, the only thing that mattered was that Sherlock was all over him, and he did NOT want him to stop.

Oh baby, the lights are on, but your Mum not home, I'm sick of laying down alone, hey, with this fever, FEVER yeah!...

And as the chorus began Sherlocks mouth latched itself upon John's neck; sucking and biting, his tongue dancing little circles along his jaw line. John couldn't help but moan Sherlock's name and dig his nails deep into his back as he held on for dear life; Sherlocks body still thrusting against him, and now his tongue running along his neck; it was the most incredible feeling in the world.

'I told you this was my song John, do you like this song too John?' Sherlock growled into John's ear before latching his mouth onto John's ear lobe. All John could do was nod; he was biting down hard on his bottom lip, trying to hold back the scream that was begging to escape his lips as his cock strained against the material of his jeans.

Sherlock stopped sucking and thrusting for a moment so John could catch his breath, but a moment was all he got as Sherlock grabbed his hand and pulled John over to an empty corner of the pub.

'Having fun Johnny boy?' Sherlock smirked,

'-fuck yes' John breathed,

'Good, because it's about to get a whole lot better'

Sherlock backed John up against the wall; placing both hands on either side of his face, and raising an eyebrow at him.

…time to be m-mine. Mine…

Sherlock's thrusts began again slowly, John was trapped between Sherlocks cock rubbing up and down across his body and a cold brick wall; and he couldn't get enough of it, 'this could not feel any better-' John growled,

'-just you wait until the chorus starts again John' Sherlock laughed.

Would you be m-mine, would you be m-mine, WOULD YOU BE M-MINNNNNNNNNEEEEE…

Sherlock was so right; this did get a whole lot better. Sherlocks mouth latched onto Johns so fast that their teeth smashed together; Sherlock bit down hard on John's lip, letting that incredible scream John had been trying to hold onto pass through his lips, his mouth opened slightly and Sherlock dived his tongue inside his mouth. His tongue sliding along John's teeth; John's tongue tried to gain dominance so he could explore Sherlocks mouth, but Sherlock wouldn't let him and he finally gave in and let Sherlock do the investigating. Sherlock slid one leg in between both of John's and John began to slide up and down his leg; he could hardly breathe, his mind was racing, he was straight no less than 3 minutes ago, but now, oh now! All he could think was Sherlock, Sherlock, SHERLOCK!

…my one and own, I wanna get you alone, give you fever, FEVER, YEAH…

John seriously thought he was going to cum right there and then in his pants; this was killing him, his cock straining against his jeans was ridiculous, he just wanted to get his pants off, he needed them off, right now.

'-do you want my fever John?' Sherlock growled in his ear, finally letting John breathe, his leg still sliding in between John's.

John nodded as fast as he could, as Sherlock's mouth sucked at his neck,

'-do you want to be alone with me John?' he growled against John's neck.

He nodded again,

'-will you be mine, mine, mine' Sherlock repeated the word after each kiss along John's jaw line,

'YES SHERLOCK! YES! NOW TAKE ME HOME AND GET MY PANTS OFF PLEASE!' John begged,

'Not till the song is finished John,' Sherlock laughed,

…and as the chorus began one last time, Sherlock, in one swift moved, removed John's belt buckle and shoved his hand down the front of John's pants, wrapping his hand around him.

'-SHERLOCK!' John screamed, his breathe taken away completely, both his hands clawing at the back of Sherlock's shirt, and his forehead pressed against Sherlocks sweaty chest. Sherlock didn't move his hand; he did nothing but hold onto John and continued biting down on his neck, his leg still sliding in between John's. John couldn't do this any longer, he was going to cum, he could feel it when suddenly the song ended and Sherlock let go, re-did is belt buckle and backed off John.

As soon as Sherlock stepped away, John's legs gave way and he slid down against the wall, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead; he looked as though he'd just jumped out of the shower clothes and all. He couldn't even find words, his heart just pounded against his chest and his cock strained even harder against his jeans. Sherlock with one arm against the wall, and the other hand on his hip, panting heavily and smiling down at John; his black curls were stuck to his face from the sweat, and dear god, did he look absolutely delicious.

'-take me home now-' John panted '-just- just, I need you Sherlock, please!'

Sherlock looked down at the blonde boy, who was still leaning against the wall,

'-do you think you could handle it?' Sherlock said smugly,

'- I don't even care if I drop dead after it Sherlock, please, lets go home'

Sherlock stretched out a hand to John, and then pulled him to his feet, not letting go of his hand.

Sherlock ran up to the bar where Lestrade had passed out,

'-here could you call this number, and make sure someone comes to pick him up? Thanks' Sherlock handed the bartender 50 pounds and a piece of paper with Mycroft's phone number on it and then pulled John out from the pub onto the streets.

Sherlock tried several times to hail a cab, but they all passed him and John was on edge,

'OH FOR FUCK SAKES! COME ON!' he said angrily, bouncing on the balls of his feet, rearing to get home.

Sherlock laughed, 'Calm down, there will be plenty of nights after this one' he leant down and kissed John softly on the lips.

Once they had finally hailed a cab and got inside, Sherlock couldn't help himself and began tracing a circle on the inside of John's thigh with his long slender finger; John gulped down hard, and closed his eyes; he would have just pounced on Sherlock, but they were in a cab after all.

As soon as they stopped in front of the school, John threw his money at the cab driver, climbed over Sherlock, grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the school toward the elevators.

Now was Johns chance to take charge, when Sherlock wasn't expecting it John pushed him against the walls of elevator and began attacking his neck with his mouth,

'J-John' Sherlock muttered, as John mimicked the little circles along Sherlocks jaw line.

John then began undoing the first four buttons of Sherlock's shirt, when he was stopped,

'John-' Sherlock panted, '-the elevators stopped'

At that moment the elevator doors opened and there stood Anderson, his eyes wide at the sight of Sherlock pinned up against the wall by John, his shirt half ripped opened.

'Ugh-I-I'm just gonna-' Anderson turned on his heel and basically ran back the way he came.

Sherlock and John looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing,

'Come on' John whispered grabbing Sherlocks hand and pulling him down the hall toward their dorm.

When they reached 221B, John slammed Sherlock against the door and began kissing him, this time exploring Sherlocks mouth; with one hand he continued undoing the buttons on his shirt, and unlocking the door with the other.

Finally the lock clicked and the door flew open, both boys falling to the floor; John still on top of Sherlock, kissed him lightly twice on the chest, then got to his feet and shut the door. Sherlock got up and ran into the bedroom, John following behind.

'Finally!' John laughed, pulling off Sherlock's shirt, kissing his chest. Sherlock through his head back and ran his fingers through John's sandy blonde hair. John pushed Sherlock back onto his bed and clambered on top of him; he kissed and bit at Sherlocks neck and chest, while he undid ripped John's shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere,

'I knew it!' Sherlock exclaimed,

'what?' John muttered against Sherlock's chest,

'That you had fucking abs! Unf! Look at that!'

Sherlock felt John laughing against his chest and it sent him into frenzy, his blood pumped even faster as John used his tongue to make a trail down his chest to his belly button, and then breathed out heavily along the trail, sending an icy feeling all the way down Sherlocks body, causing Sherlock to moan John's name loudly.

'I want to fuck your mouth John!' Sherlock growled, '-I want to cum in your hair, I want you to taste me, NOW'

John ripped open Sherlocks jeans and slid them down his long legs, and bit down hard on his own lip when Sherlock moaned as the cold air let his cock breathe; John was about too wrap his mouth around Sherlock, when he sat up and panted,

'Wait John, I have to look at you first' John got up off of Sherlock, and Sherlock clawed at the belt around his waist; when he finally undid the button and belt, Sherlock slid John's pants down his legs,

'OH FUCK! YES!' Sherlock exclaimed,

John looked at him confused for a moment,

'YOU'RE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED PANTS!'

'H-how did you know abou-'

'Nevermind that John-,' Sherlock growled as he pushed John down onto the bed, '-there's been a change in plans, I want you too fuck my mouth, I want you to cum in my hair, I WANT TO TASTE YOU JOHN!'

Sherlock pulled John's tight red pants off with his teeth slowly, John shivered as he felt Sherlocks breathe travel down his legs.

In one swift motion Sherlock's mouth was around John's cock; John's back arched just at the sensation of Sherlocks hot lips wrapping around him,

'-Sherlock…' the name barely escaped his lips.

Sherlock took John in as far as he could, his tongue sliding up and down John's cock as he went. He tasted the sweet pre-cum that was trickled from John's head and that sent Sherlock over the edge; he began to slide his mouth up and down even faster, and then began fondling with John's balls.

'UGH! S-SHERLOCK, KEEP GOING!' John screamed as he pulled at Sherlock's dark curls;

How does he taste Sherly? FUCKING AMAZING! I told you! Should have listened to me in the first place. GO AWAY! I'M TRYING TO GET HIM TO CUM! Fine, fine!

Sherlock sucked that little bit harder and that sent John into frenzy,

'S-SHERLOCK, I'M GONNA-I'M GONNA—UGH!' John groaned, as he spilled himself into Sherlocks waiting mouth.

John's hands gripped at Sherlocks curls, and then slowly released,

'oh-ugh-Sh-Sherlock' was all John managed to pant.

Sherlock swallowed hard, and finally got back to his feet,

'You taste amazing John, so sweet' he smirked as he crawled up next to John, wrapping his arms around the panting blonde boy, and pulled him in close so John's hands rested against his sweaty chest.

After a moment or two, John finally caught his breath,

'I get to have a taste next' he whispered,

Sherlock just laughed and kissed John on the forehead,

'Whatever you say Watson'