Whiskey And Sociopaths
Chapter Six: A Whole New World
AN: Sorry for the delay with this one. First, I hit a wall; a writer's block wall that is. And second, my computer has a dodgy charger connection so now the battery is flat. I'm working on my tablet but it's a bit shit tbh. But here it is xxxxx
Sherlock woke first, stretching languidly like a cat before sitting up in the small bed. He looked around curiously, recognising the room as not his own and turning his head to look at the form lying next to him.
John. Sherlock smiled down at the mop of blonde hair peaking up at him from under the duvet.
"Can you not." John murmured sleepily, pulling the duvet further over his head.
"What could be wrong with me looking, John?" Sherlock asked with a smirk, pulling the duvet off John's hair.
"Urg, 'cause I'm sleepin', Shurlock. And ya starin' is buggin' me." John murmured back, forcibly pulling the duvet back over his head.
"But, Jawn ..." Sherlock whined, leaning over the older teen.
"No." John groaned, curling up into a tight ball.
"John." Sherlock whispered, resting his hand on John's arm through the duvet.
John murmured in reply, rolling over and pulling the duvet down to peak over the blanket.
"What you said last night, you meant it? I mean, about trying at a relationship?" Sherlock asked awkwardly, chewing his bottom lip.
"Yes, Sherlock. But we need ground rules. No whiskey, guns or drugs, right?"
Sherlock sighed dramatically before nodding in agreement.
"Right then. You hungry? I'll make breakfast." John replied with a grin, jumping out of bed and heading to the kitchen.
"That's it? So, no whiskey, guns or drugs and we can have a relationship?" Sherlock asked in a confused tone, following John into the kitchen.
"Sherlock, we both know it's a big thing, especially because you don't like being told what to do. But you don't want to be like a normal teenager and I don't want to date a drunk." John replied sadly, resting his hands on the counter.
"You sound like a man three times your age. I'm not a drunk, John. I just drink because it's fun." Sherlock snapped, glaring at John's back.
"You're seventeen, Sherlock! You shouldn't be drinking so recklessly! Otherwise you'll be dead by the time you're thirty!" John exclaimed, spinning round at glaring at Sherlock.
"I'm not! I haven't had a drink in months!" Sherlock shouted back, standing in front of John.
"And why's that, Sherlock?!" John shouted, now completely losing his temper.
"Because I have ..." Sherlock screamed before cutting himself off and looking at the floor.
"Because you have what, Sherlock?" John asked, his tone softer than before.
"You. Because I have you." Sherlock replied softly, lifting his hand to stroke John's cheek.
"Oh. Um, right." John said awkwardly, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
Sherlock smiled sweetly, leaning down to kiss John quickly.
"So, what do you want for breakfast? I'm quite good at pancakes." John smiled brightly, turning back to the fridge.
"Pancakes sound lovely, John." Sherlock grinned, heading back into the living room and collapsing on the couch.
x..x
"Got any experiments to do today?" John asked curiously, looking up from his homework.
"I have to wait a few days for my current experiment. I can help you with that, if you want." Sherlock replied awkwardly, pointing at the homework on John's lap.
"Sure. Cheers." John smiled, patting the seat next to him.
"Ah, Chemistry, my favourite." Sherlock replied with a grin, flopping down on the couch and looking over John's work.
"Get comfy and I'll read the questions out." John said softly, lifting his work up and patting his lap.
Sherlock nodded and rested his head on John's lap, drawing lazy circles into his knee.
"So, what happens when you mix sodium bicarbonate and hydrochloric acid?"
"Obvious. You get salt, carbon dioxide and water. Next."
"Alright then." John replied with a smile, writing the answer down before checking the next question. "What is the formula for density? That's easy, D equals mass over volume."
John smiled with pride, looking down at Sherlock; who just glared at him.
"Sorry, love. I just know that one." John added, giving a sheepish smile.
Sherlock fixed John with a curious expression before composing himself and replying, "Next."
"What's wrong?" John asked softly, stroking Sherlock's mess of curls.
"Hmm, oh, nothing. Next question, John."
"Alright." John replied, shaking his head before continuing. "What is the formula for photosynthesis?"
"You do know this one, right?" Sherlock asked in a condescending tone.
"Yes, I do, but humour me."
"It's carbon dioxide plus water plus light energy equals glucose and oxygen." Sherlock replied proudly, looking up at John.
"Correct." John grinned down at his friend.
"Obviously." Sherlock replied, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, well, didn't want you getting upset again." John smirked.
"Shut up." Sherlock snapped.
John chuckled in response, writing the answer down and moving onto the next question.
"What two substances are commonly electrolysed?"
"Hydrochloric acid and H two O, John."
"Alright. Next. Chemical structure of methane."
"Four hydrogen and one carbon."
"Carbon is in the middle with hydrogen at each side, right?"
"Correct, John." Sherlock replied with a proud grin.
"Thank you, Sher." John smiled back, ruffling Sherlock's curls.
"What's next?"
"That's it for Chemistry. Next is English Literature, Frankenstein." John replied, placing his Chemistry work down on the floor.
"Question?"
"What are the main themes?"
"Ah, knowledge, discovery, justice, prejudice and isolation. As well as longing, rejection, redemption and indifference."
"Thanks. I've actually read it, it's a really good book. I wanna go and watch the stage show next month." John smiled as he wrote the answer down in his book.
"Can I come with you?" Sherlock asked softly, looking up at his friend.
"Sure, if you want to then why not?" John replied brightly, his smile getting bigger as he looked down at his friend.
"It's Friday, why don't you leave your homework for tonight." Sherlock grinned, sitting up and putting John's work on the floor.
"Got something planned?" John asked with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow.
"Let's get something to eat."
"Alright, Angelo's?"
"Of course, John." Sherlock replied with a soft smile, standing up and holding a hand out for John.
John took his hand and stood, pecking Sherlock's cheek before replying, I'll just get changed."
"You don't need to, John." Sherlock replied as John walked off.
"I wanna look nice." John called over his shoulder.
Sherlock smirked to himself before deciding to get changed as well.
x..x
"Sherlock! Sherlock, what are you doing?" John called from the living room, trying to find his friend.
"Getting changed, John. Obviously." Sherlock replied, walking into the living room behind John.
John turned to look at his friend and his jeans suddenly felt too tight.
Sherlock was wearing black skinny jeans, a tight purple shirt and was actually wearing eyeliner and mascara.
"Jesus, Sher. I suddenly feel very under-dressed. You look gorgeous, love." John said huskily, raking his eyes over Sherlock's body hungrily.
"Um, thank you, John. You don't look too bad yourself." Sherlock replied, looking from John's faded grey skinny jeans to his tight white t-shirt with a black shirt thrown over the top.
"You ready then?" John asked, trying to keep his eyes above Sherlock's waist.
"Yes. Shall we go?" Sherlock smiled awkwardly, clearly trying to do the same as John.
"Yeah." John grinned, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
The older teen walked over to Sherlock and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the stairs.
x..x
"Ya know, if we'd have been together longer and you were dressed like that, I'd take you home and completely fuck your brains out." John whispered huskily in Sherlock's ear, his hand running up the younger teen's leg suggestively.
Sherlock blushed a bright shade of red and bit his lip to prevent a moan escaping.
"Jawn." Sherlock finally replied as a warning.
"You shouldn't tempt me then, should you?" John smirked, running his fingers up Sherlock's inner thigh.
Sherlock gripped his hand as Angelo appeared at their table.
"What can I get for you boys?" He asked with a bright smile.
"I'll have a spaghetti bolognaise, please." John replied with a sweet innocent smile.
"And I'll have the same." Sherlock replied awkwardly, gripping John's hand tighter.
"I'll be right back, boys." Angelo smiled, heading back to the kitchen.
"Behave." Sherlock growled, glaring at his boyfriend.
"Yes, sir." John smirked, squeezing Sherlock's thigh.
Angelo reappeared with two glasses of coke for the boys, giving them a cheeky wink before disappearing again.
"I think he knows." John smirked, winking at Sherlock.
Sherlock glared at John when a waitress appeared with their food; eyeing Sherlock up.
"Thanks, bye now." John practically growled at the waitress, watching her hastily walk away.
"Jealous?" Sherlock asked in a teasing tone.
"Shut it." John snapped, angrily digging into his food.
Sherlock continued to smirk as he ate, watching John from the corner of his eye.
When they finished eating, Angelo returned and took their plates away.
Before he left Sherlock asked, "Can we get desserts to go, please, Angelo?"
Angelo nodded and went back to the kitchen again.
John gave Sherlock a curious look before Sherlock replied, "You don't like the waitress eyeing me up and I feel like a dessert, so we'll take them home with us."
John smirked before downing the last of his drink.
"What was wrong with you earlier anyway?" John asked softly, waiting for their desserts to arrive.
"When?"
"When we were doing homework. I said something that upset you, didn't I?"
"I don't think so." Sherlock replied with a reassuring smile.
"Was it when I called you 'love'?" John asked, getting confirmation when Sherlock tensed. "Too soon for pet names?"
"Leave it, John."
"But ... Fine." John sighed, smiling when Angelo handed the desserts over.
x..x
"God, you're so gorgeous, Sher. It's like sumone ... sculpted you. Those bloody ... cheekbones, seriously, wha' the actual fuck." John slurred slightly, climbing into Sherlock's lap.
"John, you're drunk."
"I thought you said 'ave fun, Sher. So 'ave fun." John giggled, handing Sherlock his drink.
"So long as you keep your hands to yourself." Sherlock replied, batting John's hands away.
"Don't be silly. I can't possibly keep my hands off you. You're too bloody gorgeous. Some girl will 'ave ya when my back's turned." John giggled, then growled the last bit.
"I doubt it, John." Sherlock replied softly, stroking John's short blonde hair.
"Really?" John asked hopefully, his head snapping up to meet Sherlock's eyes.
"I'm gay, John. And in a relationship. So, no, girls won't have me." Sherlock smiled, kissing John's forehead.
"Good." John smiled back, resting his head on his boyfriend's lap.
"When you called me 'love', it felt too personal and natural. We've only been together a day and you called me 'love' like we've been together for years." Sherlock whispered, stroking John's hair absent-mindedly.
"Sorry." John mumbled softly, snuggling into Sherlock's lap.
"Don't be, please. It was nice. I liked it. No one has ever been that kind to me before." Sherlock said in a reassuring tone, lifting John's head up.
"Alright. Shall we get to bed then, love?" John asked with a slight slur, sitting up properly.
"Let's. Mine or yours?" Sherlock grinned, standing up and pulling John with him.
"Yours." John smiled dopily, leaning in to kiss Sherlock.
"As you wish." Sherlock replied, dragging John to his room.