Sherlock left class before John had a chance to catch up with him. This was becoming a common trait of Sherlock's, the fact he could just disappear into a crowd.
John clambered through the busy corridors until he reached his next classroom. Dr Kinsley's biology class that was hidden in the basement of the school, the oldest part and where the students had once hid in the air raids of WWII. The outside of the classroom was a mesh of concrete and dirt, tied together with a ribbon of cobwebs that hung from corner to corner. The memories of a particular vivid and descriptive history lesson with a teacher that had depicted all the cruelty and wrongdoing that had happened in this building entered John with a shiver and left in the same manner as he entered the classroom into the room of fluorescents.
Sherlock was already waiting in the classroom, right at the back with a chair pulled out next to him. He turned to look as John straight in the eye beckoning him to come and sit, there was even a hint of the edges of a smile starting to form on his face before it had been pulled back under Sherlock's mask. John walked down the aisle towards him, keeping his head down and face out of site from a pair of eyes he knew were following and deducing him. John threw his bag on the floor next to the chair and plonked himself next to the still deducing eyes.
"Don't be ordinary."
John turned around and Sherlock's face was a few inches away from being most defiantly not heterosexual. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Sherlock eyes stayed fixed on John for a few more moments and then pulled his head back until it was far enough away for John to feel more comfortable. Sherlock's eyes stayed fixed on John though. "Not ordinary but not extraordinary."
"I'll take that as complement." His eyes turned away from Sherlock and towards the front of the class.
"Don't worry no one is, well just me."
Turning back, John bit his lip and let out a chuckle. "Well you are a genius and everything."
"I know." Finally the deducing eyes left John's face and focused themselves at the front of the classroom.
"Urm, I know you are new at this but do you want to come back to mine today or something."
"I'm not ready for anything like that John, and that isn't really…"
"No no no. I didn't mean anything like that just friends. Only friends."
"Then as just friends I think I would like that." Now the smile finally slid through the mask and filled Sherlock's face. "Oh and just to let you know, you need to rewrite some of your essay as I suspect you didn't have your full concentration on it last night."
John could feel heat rising straight to his cheeks and suspected he was turning an alarming shade of red. "How- How on earth did you 'deduce' that?" He was praying he wasn't some sort of mind reader and could tell exactly what he had been thinking about.
"Your trousers. They are a new pair, but you had a new pair on yesterday, how many boys have a pair of school trousers for each day. No one in your family's financial situation. Your trousers have no tears in them so obviously you can afford to buy a new pair when they get ripped, but the trousers have obvious signs of being warn for a long period of time therefore means your family can't afford to buy trousers when they start looking a tiny bit shabby. Now back to the new trousers, why would you wear them unless the ones you wore yesterday were totally ruined. It wasn't raining so you can't have slipped or have been drenched, there is no mud the way you walk home so not dirty well certainly not by mud. You must have gotten them dirty some way and you're a teenage boy with an average libido for your age. Obviously heat of the moment action because of the fact you couldn't get out of your trousers before you gave in. So someone had been on your mind and you gave into your hormones. If they have been on your mind for a long time then you would have been distracted last night, constantly thinking about them. We have an essay due tomorrow and you are the type of person to leave something that big until the day before so that essay would have suffered due to your lack of concentration which ended in you being entirely focussed on a certain person whilst exercising certain stereotypical activities."
"That was brilliant." John's mouth hung wide open, his mind still trying to process most of the information he had just been vocally force fed.
"We can go over the essay at yours then after school and I will help you get that A you most defiantly need to get into the A Level course you want, for medical school."
"I'm not even gonna ask you to explain that one."
"Home sweet home." John and Sherlock bounded into John's room, out of breath and in a fit of laughter. "I don't think I've ever had to run that fast." They both fell onto the bed and tried to finally supress their giggles.
"Well when a man is threatening to kill you, you tend run for your life so to speak." Sherlock eventually found some composure.
"We wouldn't of had to if you hadn't told him and his wife about how he she should just tell her about the mistress and the orgy he went to last night that involved three other men." John turned to Sherlock and pushed him of the bed and replaced the space with his legs.
"Oi." Sherlock scowled then grabbed John and pushed him onto the floor and took his place on the bed. John then grabbed Sherlock's foot in attempt to pull him back onto the floor, but he couldn't get out the way so ended up in a tangle of limbs with Sherlock on top.
"For someone so fucking skinny you don't half way a ton." Sherlock let his head flop to one side and he took the whole of John in, identifying every aspect of the boy's face. Both of them in unison looked down at the position they were now in, legs splayed open and Sherlock's knees pushing John's legs apart even further. John opened his mouth to say something but the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs interrupted him. Sherlock threw himself of John's body and sat on the opposite side of the room, still maintaining constant eye contact.
"John-." Sherlock tried to interrupt the silence but the door flew open and he ended up being interrupted by John's Dad.
"You didn't tell me or your mother you were bringin' a friend around."
"Phone was out of charge." It was a blatant lie; John's phone was never out of charge.
His dad took a few moments surveying John but didn't seem to pick up on the lie. "Aren't you gonna introduce us then?"
"This is Sherlock, he only started this week." John turned around to Sherlock who was now staring at the floor.
"Quiet one then." Sherlock looked up to John's Dad and smiled. His Dad didn't return the gesture and instead left the room without another word.
"Sorry about him."
"It's fine, I'm used to it."
"He is just in a mood because of my sister."
"Does he take it out on you?"
"They just expect a lot from me because they see Harry as a failure. I don't mind being under pressure, just I rather they didn't talk about me having to be better than her and how I can't let them down like she has." John slid a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Maybe I don't want to be fucking perfect, maybe I want to be me."
"Then why can't you. Just tell them you don't want be perfect."
"I can't do that to them." He let the silence wash over him for a second. "How about you help me with that essay then?"
They both stood up and sat down at John's desk, he opened his laptop and found the essay on his hard drive and then opened that up. He let Sherlock skim read the whole thing. "How awful is it?"
"Just the ending really, you need to make sure your conclusion includes a better overall explanation of the experiment's results and what affected them environmentally if anything did."
"Easy as piss then?"
"Well if your mind isn't occupied by anything else again."
John let out a nervous chuckle, if only Sherlock new the distraction was him. "Totally unoccupied." He let his gaze travel down Sherlock's body but quickly refocused himself. "Nothing occupying my mind at all."
As soon as Sherlock departed, he was straight onto his bed, palming his hard-on. He had been rock hard since Sherlock had fallen on top of him. He already knew he was screwed so what was the point fighting it, though he made sure this time he would take of his school trousers to at least save himself a bit of dignity. Again it was Sherlock who filled every corner of his mind as he put his hand into his boxers and grasped his cock. "Fuck." He knew how wrong this was but god he still wanted to do it. It started slowly, feeling every inch and especially paying special attention to the leaking tip. He started gaining speed until he was moaning uncontrollably. The vision of Sherlock on top of his was the icing on the cake, and John came. "Sherlock" he let out a gasp, "Sherlock."