Sun shined through the window, rays falling onto John's face. A periodic screech beckoned his eyes open; surprisingly the sound didn't make him want to kill himself. For some reason he felt absolutely amazing. Is this what it feels like to be high off my tits? Because fuck I wanna just skip and be merry. This is gross as shit.
School went as it usually goes, the only excitement came from Molly talking about her new object of affection, Jim or something. John still felt like life was as good as it was going to be. He smiled as his teeth sunk into a sandwich. The way the ham and swiss and spicy mustard twisted together in his mouth, it really is the little things you have to notice. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar tall lanky figure walk into the men's room. Man he looks fucking smitten, John's eyes widened as last night came flooding back into his mind, holy fucking shit!
A half-assed excuse left his mouth as he shuffled towards the men's room. He held out his hand to open the door, fingers shaking as they pressed against the door. Why did I even think that was an okay thing? His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the sink and stared at himself through the mirror. Who the fuck even talks someone through jerking off? His hands shook as he turned the faucet on, breath shaking as he cupped his hands. The water overflowed quickly and he just stared into it. What the fucking hell was I thinking? He flung the water into his face, most of it landing on the floor around him. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back into the mirror. Droplets formed on his chin and nose, and his hair stuck up in the front. What the fuck?
"I forgot to thank you about last night," A baritone appeared at the sink next to John.
"Jesus ff-," John flinched and turned towards the other teen, his eyes flicked up to face those goddamn eyes. "Don't talk about that, in public." Sherlock inhaled deeply, one finger plugging a nostril. His finger then rubbed the underside of his nose. John's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion, Is he a fucking coke-head?
"Pain killers, they slow down my brain, my thought processes. School is far too boring I have to slow it down." Sherlock paused, obviously seeing John's need for more answers. "It works faster if inhaled as opposed to swallowed. And besides, in powdered form it's easier to transport."
"Sherlock fucking Holmes," John pushed away from the sink and stood in front of the younger teen. "If you don't shut up soon, I will make you shut up." You learn your new friend has a drug habit, and you're still trying to get some? A fucking plus, Watson.
"I don't understand how you would possibly do that." Sherlock's head tilted, a million things go through this kid's head, and yet I doubt he's gonna fucking expect this.
John's hand knotted around the top two buttons of Sherlock's button down. Shock and confusion flashed on his face as John led him into one of the stalls, without taking his eyes away from those goddamn ice-blue eyes. He slid the lock shut and leaned in inches away from the younger teens face.
"Well, then," John's hands shot to Sherlock's wrists and slammed them above those black curly locks. "Let me learn you a thing," John breathed onto Sherlock's mouth milliseconds before they crashed together. John's knee slid in between Sherlock's thighs as he gripped the younger teen's wrists with one hand, the other getting tangled in his dark curls. Sherlock moaned as John dipped his tongue into the younger teen's mouth.
Sherlock pulled away and grunted, in one swift movement John's back was flushed against the cool plastic stall door. He was pinned. "Do not try to surprise me when I am high, John," Sherlock whispered into John's ear, "and don't you dare try to top me." Sherlock pressed his lips hard onto John's and immediately pulled back, a primal look in his eyes made John's jaw drop. Long, thin fingers pressed hard onto John's jaw and tilted his head to the side.
John heart began to beat out of his chest as Sherlock dipped down into the crook of his neck. Sherlock's lips brushed against his jugular. In a sad attempt at biting back a moan, a deep grunt came from the older teen.
"See John," Sherlock moved John out of the way of the door, "there's no way you could top me." His fingers slid the lock open, he stepped out the stall and turned back towards John. "Also, do at least try to control yourself," familiar hands patted on John's now aching erection. As Sherlock left the bathroom, John sank onto the toilet. Fucking hell, I don't think I can handle this much longer. He looked down and stared at his crotch.
"I know he's an ass," John ground his palm into it, attempting to squish away his desires, "one day we'll get him though."
Sherlock leaned against the cool brick wall, I'm not going to be able to handle this for long. He steadied his breath and continued on towards his next class, stride much more relaxed due to the substances in his system. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
New Message: John Watson
Mind if I come home with you today?
You can try to learn me some things ;)
SH
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