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Chapter 7- I 'borrowed' it

The next few days passed by surprisingly normally for John, Sherlock didn't get into anymore trouble, and they didn't talk about the rugby incident.

For Sherlock, it was like hell. So many times he'd caught himself looking at John, imagining kissing him properly, or touching him. Every single day he'd seen the shorter boy he'd seen a new part of him that he loved. His hair, so soft and nice. His eyes, so warm and gentle. His smile, so caring and inviting.

But every time he'd wanted to act upon his feelings, or say something, his mind stopped him. That 'asexuality' thought that took over his mind like a poisonous fog. It had to go.

Sherlock blinked, god he'd zoned out again as he was staring at John's hands as he typed on his keyboard in ICT. He shook his head a little and stared back at his computer screen. He frowned as he got an email, from an email he didn't know, 'IOU ' he clicked it open and read it with a frown

I saw you staring

He glanced at John, it clearly wasn't him, he was busy on a spreadsheet about some boring accounts. He typed back.

What?

SH

Staring at his hands. And his eyes the other day. Oh and his hair. And his mouth. Lets not forget his arse too.

Who are you?

SH

Nobody.

If you're going to start being homophobic then I'm not bothered.

SH

Oh come on Sherlock I'm not that low

What do you want then?

SH

I just wanted to say hi. Hi.

Ok... Hello

SH

Sherlock frowned as he refreshed his emails a few times, not receiving a reply. Stupid. But it still bothered him, who was watching him? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he switched back to his boring spreadsheet "John which formula is it now?"


Sherlock walked up towards the drive of his estate as he took drags on his cigarette. He glanced up just before he bumped into Jim Moriarty, waiting at the bottom of his drive. "Can I help you?"

The other boy hadn't talked to Sherlock before, a smile grew on his face "I know who you are."

The tall boy looked silently down at Jim, noting the creepiness of the smile "And I know who you are."

The boy chuckled "No you don't Sherlock, no, you, don't." He put his hands in his trouser pockets.

"What d'you mean?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Oh you'll see Sherlock, you'll see, Broadfield's going to get a lot more interesting for you, now I'm here."

"What are you trying to say?" The tall boy dropped his cigarette on the floor and stubbed it out with his toe.

"Oh nothing, see you at school buddy." The short boy smirked before sauntering off down the road, whistling as he went.

Sherlock frowned at the figure walking away before shaking his head and walking up his drive. To be honest, he didn't care, he was determined to go home and rid his mind of that damn 'asexuality' thought.

He walked up to the estate and into his room, he locked the door so Mycroft couldn't get in and laid on his bed. The tall boy closed his eyes as he took a long breath through his nose and started to go to his palace.

Inside the palace he made his way to the room with the 'asexuality' thought in it and went straight over to it. Right this is it. There was no doubt that this was going. He scooped it up and began to delete it.

After a minute it was gone. Gone forever. And suddenly a whole new area of the room made itself visible as it had been covered in the serious smog before. Love. And in that area was John, John everywhere. Smiling, laughing, chatting, just being /him. It made Sherlock grin out of happiness as he walked over and stroked some of the thoughts carefully. They were perfect. They glowed brightly and lit up the previously dim room.

Sherlock pulled himself out of his palace and back into the world. He was smiling as he jumped up and shouted "Excellent!" His idea was brilliant, even for him.


The next day, Saturday, Sherlock sped the motorbike up John's road loudly, not caring for the quiet neighbourhood.

John looked up from his book that he was reading on bed and shouted in the house, hoping Harry would hear "Who's making that racket?!"

"Don't know!" His sister shouted back "Go have a look!"

"Can't be arsed!" The noise had stopped anyway so John went back to his book.

There was a knock at the door and John groaned "Harry get that!" His parents weren't there to get it they'd gone food shopping, so his sister was the next best thing.

"Busy!" She shouted back "Just go!"

"Ugh fine! But you owe me!" John put his book down and started going downstairs.

"Yeah whatever!" His sister shouted downstairs.

The boy groaned as there was another knock "Yes yes I'm coming, be patient!" He hoped to god it wasn't family or the police. He opened the door and looked up at the figure. It was a man dressed in bike leathers with a black helmet on, with a black visor so John couldn't see his face. It made John quite nervous actually that he couldn't see the man, but he hoped he was young and sexy, he loved biker boys. "Yes? Can I help you?"

The biker pulled the helmet off and shook his hair out with a smirk "I've come to pick my friend up."

John swallowed, wide eyed. Dear. God. Sherlock was dressed like that and oh lord it was just so damn sexy! John stared "Sherlock? Hey wait! You're too young to ride a bike and stuff!"

"Oh dear I wonder how I just drove all those miles from my house to yours." The taller boy smirked and shrugged.

"You don't even have a licence! And by the sounds of it you sped!" John crossed his arms.

"Ugh John stop being boring..." Sherlock drawled as he tucked the helmet under his arm and put his hand on his hip. A stance John found to be rather sexy.

"Who's is it? Did you steal it?!" John hissed in horror.

"No! I 'borrowed' it from my father." Sherlock shrugged as he smiled down at his friend.

"How d'you know how to drive it?" John looked at the bike, wow it was pretty big. He recognised the make and was wide eyed, that was one of the fastest bikes sold and one of the most expensive!

"Taught myself. Look are you coming for a ride or not?" Sherlock jabbed a thumb at the bike.

"Are you crazy? I don't even have a helmet! Not that I'm coming anyway!" John wanted badly to go, but ughhhh he shouldn't.

"I have a spare. Aaaaw please John, stop being boring!" Sherlock put on his puppy eyes "Please? I'll be careful with you."

The shorter boy nearly melted at those eyes, they could make him do anything. He sighed "Ok fine. We can go for a quick spin, but don't get caught by the cops and be careful."

"Oh ok, if I see coppers I'll speed up." Sherlock smirked.

"Don't you dare!" John punched him playfully. "Let me just tell Harry I'm going out."

"Ok, I'll get the helmet." The pale boy walked back to the bike.

John ran back inside and shouted up the stairs "I'm going out!" He grinned at the thought of going out with Sherlock on the bike.

"Oh is lover boy here?!" Harry laughed.

"He's not that! But yes Sherlock is here and I'm going out so see you later!" John ran back outside before she replied.

Sherlock looked up and handed the helmet to John as he ran over "Come on then."

"Where will you drive?" John put the helmet on but opened the visor.

"I'll take you back to mine and we can drive around the estate." Sherlock put his helmet on too. He flipped the visor up as he sat on the bike.

"So I'll... Sit on the back?" John smiled nervously, he hadn't really been to Sherlock's before. An estate? He knew he was rich but... Merh.

"Yeah, and hold on." Sherlock started the bike and the revs ripped through the quiet air.

"Ok.." John tentatively sat on and clung to the sides of the bike.

Sherlock looked over his shoulder and sighed "Just put your arms around me it's safer." He looked back forward and put his visor down.

"Oh ok" John smiled as he shuffled forward and snaked his arms around the other boy's thin waist. God this felt lovely. He flipped his visor down quickly as Sherlock started driving away.

They span round and Sherlock sped back down John's road and headed back towards his estate. The shorter boy clung on for his life, his legs wrapped around the other boy, enough so his crotch was pressed up pretty close to Sherlock's back.

After an illegally sped drive back they arrived at Sherlock's grand estate. John stared at the building. Wow. It was amazing. They whizzed around to the back and Sherlock headed down to the end of a path. They reached a concrete homemade race track and he stopped. He flipped up his visor and turned to John behind him "Cling on. This'll be faster. Then we can go down some unused country lanes ok?"

John nodded, he didn't care as long as this lasted as long as possible and they didn't crash.

Sherlock turned back, put his visor down again and sped onto the track faster than before. They did a few laps before Sherlock got bored and took them onto the lanes. They drove down them at a more relaxed speed as they went deeper into the countryside as the sun started to set. Sherlock pulled up in a car park and switched off. He and John climbed off, taking their helmets off. "There's a viewpoint over there that no one knows about except me." Sherlock smiled and started heading that way.

"Oh?" John walked next to him.

"I come here to think sometimes." Sherlock lead them around a corner and they popped out on a ledge with a gorgeous view of the valley.

"Wow..." John followed Sherlock to the edge where the tall boy laid down, supporting himself on his elbows. The sandy haired boy laid next to him, doing the same.

"The sun is setting." Sherlock smiled as the watched it slowly descend.

"It's lovely" John looked at Sherlock.

"Why're you looking at me? Tell me exactly what you're thinking." Sherlock spoke with a bit of a demanding tone.

John spoke before he could stop himself "I'm thinking that I wished I had my first kiss here."

Sherlock was silent for a second before he replied "True, it would be a lovely place. I'd have mine here."

John frowned "You haven't brought any girls here and kissed them yet?"

"Nope." Sherlock popped the 'p'.

"No girls? Seriously?" The shorter boy furrowed his brow.

"Not interested." Sherlock smiled a little as he watched the sun.

"Oh ok... What're you interested in then?" John laid down properly, letting his hands rest on his stomach and the two helmets laid next to him on the opposite side to Sherlock.

The taller boy licked his lips before smiling as he replied "You."

John stared at the sky, had he dreamt that?! He looked at the other boy "What?"

"I said, I'm interested in you. I like you. I fancy you. I want to spend time with you. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you."

"Wow..." The shorter boy blinked "Really?"

"Yes. So... What d'you say? Can I have my first kiss here or not?" Sherlock sat up.

John sat up too "With me?" He blinked as he looked into Sherlock's eye pools again. He just hoped that this wouldn't be a repeat of the rugby incident.

Sherlock rolled his eyes "No, with the bike. Yes of course you."

"Oh, yes? God are you sure? I'm just... Me." He sighed and played with a bit of the grass.

"And I like 'just John'. Now shh and kiss me." The taller boy smirked.

John smiled and leaned in, closing his eyes, same as Sherlock. There lips met and John nearly melted.


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