Sherlock sat staring at the texts and how John had called him amazing. He couldn't get over it. He felt a pull towards John, an attraction to the smaller teen. He quickly pocketed his phone and sped off towards home. When he arrived he rushed inside calling out.

"Mycroft! Myc, where are you?!" He raced upstairs and knocked on his brothers bedroom door. "Myc?"

"Come in Sherlock." Mycroft sighed. Sherlock was no doubt here for more supplies for another experiment. Mycroft sat up on his bed and put down the book he was reading as the door opened and a blushing Sherlock walked in.
"Um.. C-Can we talk?" Sherlock mumbled quietly.
"Talk? About what?"

Sherlock looked uneasy as he stared at his brother. He knew he needed advice and Mycroft was the best one to ask but actually asking him was a lot harder than Sherlock thought it would be. He swallowed and walked closer.
"I met a boy..."
Mycroft bit his lip and held back a grin. "A boy? What's his name, Lockie?" He motioned for Sherlock to sit beside him.
Sherlock moved to the bed and took another breath. "John Watson."
"Mmm Hmm." Mycroft nodded.
"I helped him after a fight.." Sherlock began. He opened his mouth to talk again and couldn't seem to stop himself. "And then I helped him with some homework and then we texted and then I went over and then we smoked and then he told me he was gay and he's just so handsome and nice and not dull like everyone else!" He finally stopped and was blushing deeply as he looked up to see Mycroft looking more smug than usual.

"Sounds like you have a crush. But why the hell were you smoking?"
"You smoke!" Sherlock retorted and Mycroft smirked.
"Not the point, Lockie. I'm old enough, you're not. But anyway, John."
"John Watson. He's.. amazing." Sherlock smiled slightly.

Mycroft looked at his little brother with admiration. It'd only been a few years since Sherlock had actually come out as gay and not once had he ever mentioned a crush. And to see him now actually amazed by another human being was incredible.
"And does John like you?" He asked.
"I don't know... He said.. he met a boy who was.. gorgeous..."
"Could that be you?"
Sherlock looked down confused.
"Maybe.. I don't know."
"Ask him."
"What?!" Sherlock sprang up from the bed. "I can't just ask him!"
Mycroft chuckled. "Sherlock, never once in your life have you ever been afraid of saying something to anyone. Why is John different?"
"He just is!" Sherlock frowned and paused. "Oh."
"What?" Mycroft's brows furrowed.
"I do fancy him..." He took a step back.
Mycroft smiled. "Then you talk to him. Ask him who this 'gorgeous boy' is. Invite him for tea."
Sherlock nodded. "Thanks Myc.. I will."
Mycroft stood up and ruffled his brothers hair. "S'alright Lockie. Now, get out so I can read."

Sherlock pouted but left quickly and ran to his room.
He pulled out his phone and texted John once again.

Hey, can we talk? SH

Um, I'm still out with mum but I can meet you tomorrow? John

That would be great, thanks. SH

Ten in the park? John

See you there John. SH

Sherlock smiled and then settled down for a long nights sleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus on any experiments tonight. Not with John constantly creeping around his mind palace. The blonde teen seemed to occupy every room, hallway and staircase. There was no escape. Sherlock didn't mind though. John was a wonderful addition to the palace. He grinned as he drifted off into a deep sleep.

John woke up on Sunday morning excited for the day ahead. He and his mother had spoken a lot about Sherlock the previous night and John had finally admitted he had a crush on the curly headed teenager. He sprang out of bed with a lot more energy than a normal Sunday morning required and quickly showered, dressed and ate before making his way to the park to meet Sherlock.

Sherlock had woken up early and was already waiting for John at the park. When he saw John walking towards him, Sherlock smiled and waved. He thought about the reason he was there and sat down at a table with a sigh. John walked up smiling.

"Hey, Sherlock."
"Morning. How are you?"
"Freezing!" John chuckled as he sat down. "So um, what did you wanna talk about?"
Sherlock blushed and looked down. It suddenly became clear that actually talking to John would be difficult. A lot more difficult than talking to Mycroft.
"Sher?" John looked concerned and leaned in closer.
Sherlock looked up with a smile. "Sher?"
"Oh sorry.. Sherlock. I meant Sherlock."
"Its fine, John. I like it." He grinned.
John chuckled and blushed. Sherlock shifted uneasily in his seat and took a deep breath.

"What I wanted to talk about was you..."
John looked puzzled but before he could say any more Sherlock continued.
"And the boy you mentioned. The.. gorgeous one.. That made you realise you were bisexual.."

John froze. He couldn't tell Sherlock that it was him! They were friends and John needed a friend. He didn't need to scare off the one person he could be truly himself around. He stared at Sherlock who was still waiting for John to say something. Anything.

"Well.. um what about him?"
"Who is he?"Sherlock leaned forward and furrowed his brows.
John couldn't help but think about how adorable he looked. He swallowed and sighed. "It doesn't matter. I doubt he would want to be with me anyway."

Sherlock frowned. He was really hoping John liked him. Now he was determined to find out who the 'gorgeous boy' was.

"You don't know that, John. He could secretly like you too.." He smiled.
"And you dont know that, Sherlock." John groaned and stood up from the table. He was blushing deeply and hoping Sherlock wouldn't ask him anything else. There was no way he'd be able to stay calm in this situation.
Sherlock stood to follow John who was rubbing his face and walking slowly away.

"John please.. I have to know." He jogged a little to catch up and grabbed John's arm. John turned, confused and frustrated.
"Sherlock, no. And why do you want to know so bad?"
Sherlock loosened his grip and smirked. "Isn't it obvious?"

John stepped back and shook Sherlock's hand from his arm. He stood staring at the taller teen even more confused. "No. Nothing is obvious to me..."
Sherlock shook his head and chuckled which only irritated John more. "Tell me then." John demanded.
"I can do better than that." Sherlock moved towards John but he quickly darted out the way.
"What the hell does that mean, Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked puzzled and tried to move closer again. "Can't you see what's going on?"
John groaned. "No I can't. Thats why I'm asking you to tell me."

Sherlock looked down and spoke quietly. "I want to know because.. I like you."
Johm froze once again. "Y-you what?"
"Like you." Sherlock repeated.
"I um.. w-what?"

Sherlock looked up and bit his lip. He walked slowly towards John who made no effort to move. Sherlock leaned in and without any warning he placed a feather-light kiss upon the boys lips. John closed his eyes instinctively and melted into the kiss. Sherlock moved his hands to John's hips and pulled him in closer. Soon the boys were lost in the moment, tongues dancing around each other and teeth scraping.
John pulled away blushing and breathing heavily. "Sher..."