A/N Warning- Chapter contains slash.

Sherlock turned the bathroom light off and got into bed, he'd spent the whole of that days classes thinking about John. When his Sociology lesson came around again Sherlock seriously considered ditching it again, but he knew this would just make his attraction to John more obvious. However the lesson didn't turn out too bad, John had come up to Sherlock and asked him if he wanted to go to Angelo's for lunch sometime tomorrow. This surprised Sherlock, he'd fully assumed John was just being polite when he mentioned lunch the previous day and had thought John would just go back to ignoring him. Maybe John was genuinely being nice. With that final thought Sherlock turned off the lights and decided he'd just have to take the day as it came.

*Knock Knock*

Sherlock got up with a grunt, wondering who the hell would be at his door at 3am on a Saturday morning. Most likely it was a member of the football team who'd gotten bored and fancied playing a prank on the 'freak'. Either that or some student had gone out and got smashed, forgetting where his dorm room was and ending up wandering about the corridors.

*Knock!Knock!Knock!*

There it was again, only this time it sounded like the knocker was becoming impatient. "Alright. Alright." Sherlock yelled, "I'm coming, just give me a second." He swung the door open, a scowl fixed on his face, just about ready to tell who ever was at his door to 'Fuck Off'.

"About time Sherl" John Watson drawled, propping himself up against the door frame and flashing Sherlock a mega-watt smile. Sherlock pulled John inside by his shirt, pushing him into the room, "What the hell do you think you're doing? It's three am, John. Three. A. M." John merely shrugged, taking interest in a section of Sherlock's wallpaper which had begun to peal.

"Seriously, why are you here? Sherlock sighed, walking over to stand next to him. John stepped closer to Sherlock and started slowly undoing the buttons on Sherlock's shirt, "You've got beautiful eyes, you know that?" he added absentmindedly.

Sherlock blushed and looked away; only to have John lean in and start nibbling at the base of Sherlock's neck. With a yelp Sherlock pulled away and glared at John, "What do think you're doing?"

John raised his finger to Sherlock's lips and continued unbuttoning the deep purple shirt, slowly trailing kisses down his torso "Don't deny it, I know you want me too." John stopped, looking up at Sherlock to find the younger one biting his bottom lip and nodding for John to continue.

Sherlock's breath hitched at John removed his boxers, the cold air hitting his already half-hard cock. Getting on his knees fully, John licked the tip of Sherlock's erection teasing out the pre-cum. Sherlock moaned loudly, not caring about the student next door and threaded his fingers through John's sandy hair. John took his erection whole, bringing his hands up to grip onto Sherlock's hips.

It had been a long time since Sherlock had been on the receiving end of a blow job, one particular night when he had been feeling lonely he decided to enter a well-known gay bar and had gone home with an man in his late twenties, whose name he hadn't even bothered to learn. He guessed that was why he felt his erection building up already, "Close" he muttered to John.

Hearing Sherlock's admission John started to cup his balls, fondling them slowly. Sherlock threw his head back, gripping tighter onto John's hair. He wouldn't last much longer. As John drew out another load moan form Sherlock and felt the younger man grip his hair tighter. With a final shudder as John squeezed lightly on his balls Sherlock emptied himself down John's throat, calling out the teen's name.

Sherlock awoke with a start, his body sweating all over. John. It was just a dream. He looked down groaning, great. He was hard over John again. With a sigh he got up, dragging his bed covers behind him and headed for a cold shower.