NOTE: I actually took a lot of time thinking of songs to put with various scenes in this story that are coming up and such so if you don't know the song listen to it, I used the songs to set the tone for the scene and allow the reader to grasp what I was conveying.
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After finishing his last class of the day and getting out of his biology lab early John walked back to his dorm, finally walking through the door at 5:30pm. Setting his bag down, John stripped down to his boxer briefs and grabbing body wash and shampoo headed to the shower.
Wrapped in a towel John walked back into his room and began setting out his clothes for the night. He grabbed a new pair of boxer briefs from his drawer after toweling dry and slipped them on before applying deodorant and walking over to his laptop. John opened up his itunes library and put on 'Troublemaker' by Weezer, smiling as he bobbed his head with the opening riffs and put his dress socks on and walking over to his bed. John pulled the plain t-shirt over his head and then slid into his trousers easily tucking the shirt in before pulling on the blue dress shirt, buttoning it, tucking it in as well and fastening his trousers. He grabbed his belt from the chair making quick work of it before sliding into his new dress shoes and patting some aftershave onto his face and neck. Taking a deep breath, John turned his laptop off, donned his new leather jacket and headed towards Angelo's.
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Sherlock spent most of the day in his flat running various experiments and trying to pass time as quickly as possible until his date with John that night. When 6:00pm finally rolled around he finished up his notes and stripped before entering the shower.
Towel hanging loosely on his hips Sherlock moved towards his laptop, hooking it up to the external speakers before opening his itunes library and putting on 'Lonely Boy' by the Black Keys. Walking over to his closet Sherlock pulled out a deep plum shirt, black trousers and a black suit jacket before beginning to pull them on, his final appearance as immaculate as always. Checking the time and noting he still had half an hour before he needed to meet John he decided that being a bit early to make sure everything was up to par couldn't hurt and with that he slid into his Belstaff, blue scarf easily following and fitting snug around his neck before he glided out of the flat towards Angelo's.
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Arriving just as the numbers on his phone told him it was 7:00pm, John entered Angelo's and easily found the mop of black curls at a booth near the window, fingers tapping impatiently against the wood of the table. Smiling to himself John walked over and hung his leather up before sliding in opposite Sherlock.
Sherlock looked up as John slid in opposite him, the anxiety finally quelling at the prospect of his being stood up. John smiled at him as he got comfortable and picked up the menu, leaving Sherlock to take in his appearance.
'Showered before he came, shaved and used aftershave, his friend from the coffee shop picked out his outfit, wearing new pants, still trying to get used to the feeling of them. Nervous but excited, still thinking about what's to come after dinner.' Sherlock concluded with a smirk.
"I was thinking we could go to my flat after dinner, watch a movie perhaps, if you would be interested that is." Sherlock finally spoke breaking the silence.
John grinned and looked up at Sherlock. "Yeah, I'd like that, definitely."
Proud of his successful invitation Sherlock waved for Angelo. "Two glasses of your finest Sangiovese please Angelo, thank you."
John finally set down his menu after deciding on the lasagna and timed it perfectly with Angelo re-appearing, glasses and bottle in hand. Smiling before picking up his glass John took a sip and moaned appreciatively into it.
"Sherlock this is amazing, wow."
Sherlock smiled knowingly, although thrown off a bit by John's level of appreciation, the moan going straight to his groin causing him to shift a bit before picking up his own glass.
"One of my favorites, it's best with Italian dishes. Cheers, to a lovely evening." He said before raising his glass to clink lightly with John's.
After a few moments of idle chat about how John's classes went the rest of the day the waiter took their orders, John ordering the lasagna with a side of meatballs and Sherlock the chicken cacciatore.
"So any idea what you want to watch when we go back to yours?" John asked trying to rid the table of silence.
Sherlock hadn't actually thought too far past inviting John over but quick witted was able to reply. "I have on demand, I'm sure we can find something easily. I'm not picky so you can choose once we arrive. Was there anything you wanted to see?"
"I was actually quite interested in the new James Bond movie, if you'd be ok with that." John responded after a moment of thinking.
Sherlock nodded. "That seems suitable if it is what you would like to watch."
John smiled and their waiter appeared with their food. "Wow this looks delicious, smells absolutely amazing and I'm starving."
Once the plates were set down they ate in a comfortable silence only breaking it every now and then to ask for a refill of wine or make small talk. At the end of the meal Sherlock stood and slid into his belstaff and scarf once again.
John hesitated but stood and put his leather jacket on all the same. "Sherlock don't we need to pay?"
Sherlock smirked. "Angelo owes me a favor. Come along John."
With that they made their way out onto the streets of London to head towards Sherlock's flat just down the street. John bumped hands with Sherlock several times avoiding the people walking by; the third time it happened Sherlock was prepared for it and quickly interlaced his fingers with John's keeping them close and continuing walking. John blushed bright red and couldn't help smiling at Sherlock watching a small smirk form at the corner of the other man's mouth. Before long they found themselves outside of Sherlock's flat, entering and walking up the few steps leading to the door that would bring them into the living room.
"Make yourself at home, I'll take your coat." Sherlock said while removing and hanging up his own along with the scarf.
"Ta Sherlock." John replied before slipping out of his shoes and moving towards the couch that sat in the center of the room.
Sherlock slipped his own dress shoes off and picked up the remote control before joining John on the couch sitting close enough that their thighs brushed.
"Here, look for the movie you were speaking of, I'm making a cuppa, care for one?" Sherlock said before standing up again and making his way into the kitchen.
"Yes please, thanks." John replied to Sherlock's retreating figure.
John flipped through the movie titles before finding the new James Bond movie and hitting ok, making sure to pause it until Sherlock came back with their tea, turning the lights off on his way over so the only illumination was the tele. Sherlock sank back down next to John, pulling his legs up under him and sitting back against the cushions as John hit play and the titles rolled.
After both men had finished their tea Sherlock had turned and let his back press against the arm of the couch so he could pull John between his legs and let him snuggle against him. John easily fit his head under Sherlock's chin, hand resting on his chest as he breathed in the unique scent that was Sherlock.
Halfway through the movie John had shifted so they were both sitting up, his back pressed to Sherlock's chest, Sherlock's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder near the crook of his neck. Whenever Sherlock's breath would hit John's neck or ear he could feel the shivers run through the man's body and the slight breath hitch.
'Hm, interesting.' Sherlock thought as he experimentally blew a soft breath against the back of John's neck, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin and feeling the shiver that ran through John.
Sherlock smiled against the skin of John's neck before pulling him tighter against him and placing a hot open mouthed kiss on the back of John's neck. The breathy, needy moan that escaped John's lips at the contact was enough to urge Sherlock forward, continuing his trail of heated kisses and gentle nips up the side of John's neck before drawing his earlobe between his lips and nipping at it before sighing breathily into his ear.
"Oh John."
The deep groan that John released upon Sherlock's voice vibrating through him made Sherlock growl and move John so he was straddling him, hands firmly on his hips. Sherlock paused to take in the slightly flushed neck and face of the man before him, blown out pupils, heavy breathing, the growing erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers, in other words, John looked delectable.
"You said something about more of what happened earlier?" Sherlock rumbled in his deep baritone a bit more gravelly than he intended.
John nodded, unable to string a proper sentence together before cupping Sherlock's face and crashing their lips together, moaning into the kiss at the soft and plump feel of Sherlock's lips. Sherlock moved one hand up to run through John's short, soft fringe while the other maintained near bruising force on his hip as their lips moved against each other. John felt himself growing harder and pressed down into Sherlock, gasping when the man below him bucked back up and moaned against John's lips. Sherlock ground his quickly hardening erection against John while his lips found their way back to his neck, licking, kissing and nipping at the expanse of soft skin, the soft whimpering coming from John causing him to rut harder against him. John pulled Sherlock up after tangling a hand in his downy soft curls and pulled him into another kiss, this time softer, letting his tongue trace over Sherlock's full bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, satisfied with the keening noise that rumbled through the man's chest at the action. John moved to run his tongue over Sherlock's lip once more, this time seeking entrance that he was quickly granted before letting his tongue slide into Sherlock's mouth, tongues brushing against each other, devouring and needing more, always more of the other. Both men pulled away when they ran out of breath panting and resting their foreheads together.
Sherlock was the first to break the silence. "John, as amazing as this is if this continues it may traverse into an area you are uncomfortable with for a first date based off of your morals."
John nodded still panting slightly. "No, you're right, thank you for understanding that Sherlock."
Sherlock glanced over to see the credits of the film rolling and smirked. "Well it looks like you didn't get to finish the movie, I only hope that what you spent that time doing was more enjoyable."
John couldn't help but laugh. "Oh hush you git, you very well know it was more enjoyable than that movie." John kissed Sherlock again, just a quick peck before standing up.
Sherlock frowned. "Where are you going?"
"It's nearing midnight and I still have homework to do and my first lecture is at nine tomorrow morning, I should get going." John replied as he moved to slip his dress shoes back on.
Sherlock was on his feet and at John's side just as he finished putting his shoes on, moving one hand to John's hip, pulling him closer as the other moved to cup his face, moving to press their lips together once more. John let out a shaky moan against Sherlock's lips at the tender kiss, looking up into the swirling green and blue of his eyes.
"Have a good night John." And with that Sherlock moved to pick up their cups and bring them into the kitchen.
John moved to put his leather jacket on once again and headed out the door to hail a cab back to his dorm.
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Once back in his room John jumped up and down in excitement before stripping and putting on his pajamas before sending a text to Sally.
'Date was AMAZING, will give you details tomorrow since I know you won't leave me alone unless I do anyway. :P JW'
The response was almost instant. 'You better John! See you tomorrow lover boy. ;)'
John couldn't help but laugh at Sally's reply before he settled in at his desk and began on his homework; it would be a late night but it was worth it.
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Back at 221-B Baker Street Sherlock was the epitome of manic energy, stalking about the flat, hands threaded through his hair looking ready to burst.
"I NEED MORE JOHN!" He shouted at the skull on the mantle.
"No one else can have him, not anymore, he has to be mine and only mine, I need him." He continued before staring back at the skull and rolling his eyes.
"Of course I don't know how I'm going to do it, I just know that I need him, that was enough of an earth halting conclusion for the night don't you think?" He paused. "Oh of course not, never enough for you, what do you know?" Another pause. "Yes, I do think John needs me as well if tonight was any indicator. I should text him, I must see him tomorrow. I don't want another day to go by without John Watson at my side."
Sherlock pulled out his mobile and texted the man in question. 'Lunch tomorrow at noon, we can order takeaway before your 2:00pm lecture. SH'
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John heard the ping of a new message of his mobile and unlocked it only to smiled from ear to ear at the message from Sherlock.
'Would love to, see you then. Tonight was fantastic. Dinner again Wednesday after I get off work? I can cook for us. JW'
'I need to see Sherlock again, I feel like I don't want to ever be away from the brilliant man. Hopefully he won't think it too forward if I ask him to be exclusive Friday night after his usual late night coffee.' John thought to himself before continuing working on the excel document in front of him.
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Sherlock immediately picked up his mobile and let out a relieved sigh at John's acceptance of his lunch offer and couldn't help but smirk at John's offer of dinner.
'That sounds like a pleasant evening indeed, I accept. See you tomorrow John. SH'
After sending the text Sherlock moved into the kitchen to finish the experiment from before dinner with John.
