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"John.." Sherlock sighed lightly and smiled. His hands fell away from John and he stepped back blushing. "I'm sorry.. I know I shouldn't have. You can go now if you-"
"No." John but in. "I don't want to go.. You shouldn't be sorry."
John was stood with a grin on his face, his pulse rushing and his stomach flipping. He decided just then that kissing Sherlock was the best thing he had ever done. Sure it had only been a few days since the boys had met properly but something seemed to click. With both of them. Neither could understand it but equally neither of them minded.
Sherlock was still blushing as he looked up at John.
"I should be sorry. I made a move and you fancy this.. gorgeous boy."
"Oh Sherlock... Its you. You're the gorgeous boy."
Sherlock was stunned. "M-me? I mean.. I hoped it was but.. gorgeous?"
"Yes!" John chuckled and closed the gap between them. He gently kissed Sherlock again and it felt just as amazing as the first time. Sherlock smiled into the kiss.
When they broke apart Sherlock blushed.
"Um.. fancy coming over to mine for a bit?"
"Sure." John smiled. "Let me just text my mum."
Sherlock nodded and waited patiently as John typed out a quick text.
John turned back and followed Sherlock out of the park. It took them around ten minutes to walk to Sherlocks house and as soon as it came into view John froze.
"You live here?!" He exclaimed.
"You do remember who my father is right?" Sherlock sighed and walked ahead up the long driveway, John followed behind.
When they opened tne door both boys toed off their shoes and stepped into the entrance hall. It was a very large hall, ornately decorated and furnished. Large photographs hung on the walls and John noticed what must've been a family portrait. He walked up to it and smiled at the image of a younger Sherlock.
"You have a brother?" John asked as he still stared at the portrait.
"Yes he does."
John spun round in a panic at the new voice. Mycroft Holmes was standing behind him with the usual smug grin he sported.
"Mycroft!" Sherlock snapped and glared at his older brother. Mycroft chuckled.
"Introduce us Sherlock. Remember father did teach you manners."
Sherlock grumbled under his breath and walked to stand beside John.
"This is John Watson." Mycroft raised an eyebrow as he realised who the boy was. Sherlock moved to Mycroft's side. "This is my dick brother Mycroft. OW!"
Mycroft struck the back of Sherlock's head and Sherlock stuck his tongue out. Mycroft frowned. "Fine! He's not a dick." He darted back over to John. "Sometimes."
John chuckled nervously. "Ur nice to meet you Mycroft."
"Likewise, John." Mycroft smiled and began to walk back up the stairs. It was then that John noticed what he was wearing. Slim fitting jeans and a baggy top. He looked over to Sherlock and furrowed his brows. Sherlock looked like he was going to a job interview rather than the park. He was wearing a very stunning purple button up shirt and a jacket with slim black trousers.
"You're very different to your brother." John stated.
"I am? Well.. he may dress weirdly but we're both clever, tall and gay." Sherlock said matter-of-factly.
John giggled and Sherlock blushed. "You're adorable." He said soflty.
"Am not." John pouted. "Are you going to give me a tour then?" He smiled.
"Sure." Sherlock nodded.
A few hours later and the tour was done. John had spent most of the tour muttering things like 'amazing' 'wondeful' and 'brilliant'. He was mostly talking about the house but occasionally Sherlock.
Sherlock had made Mycroft cook for them and he explained to John that although they had staff at the house he prefered not to use them. It was something their stuck up father did. John was thoroughly enjoying himself when his mother called. He sighed and went to the hallway to answer. She wanted him to come home and finish his homework.
"You have to go now?" Sherlock asked with a frown when John came back in from his call.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I have some more homework to do. But.. we can meet up again?"
"Yeah." Sherlock smiled.
John moved closer and sat back at the table. Sherlock gave him a puzzled look. "John? Thought you were going?"
"We just gotta talk first.. About what happened at the park."
"Oh." Sherlock nodded.
"I really really liked it.. and I like you." John grinned. "But.. well, I've only just realised that I am.. this way. I want to take things slow."
Sherlock nodded once more. "Of course, I would like that too as you're the first boy I have ever fancied. Or kissed."
John's eyebrows went up. "Really? But how? You're gorgeous!"
Sherlock blushed deeply and nodded a third time. "Really. Most people are dull and I've never really liked people in general before, well.. apart from that teacher I told you about... But yeah, I've never fancied someone.. However, I am not gorgeous."
John suddenly felt very happy then he stood and kissed Sherlock gently on the cheek. "Oh you are Sher." He said.
"Jawwwwn!" Sherlock whined and John giggled before kissing him again.
"Taking it slow yeah?" He repeated and Sherlock nodded.
"I'll show you too the door." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock and John said their goodbyes before John made his way alone down the long drive. Inside Sherlock had ran up to his brothers room to tell him all about the day.
John was walking away from the Holmes house with a smile when he heard voices behind him. He started to walk a little faster when suddenly he was grabbed.
A boy with dark hair had him by the shoulders and shoved him up against the wall. John groaned. He then spotted Greg Lestrade standing at the back of the group, eyes fixed on the floor, hands in his pockets and biting his lip.
"Oi fag. Look at me when I talk to you!" The boy, Nathan, holding John suddenly snapped and John knew better than to ignore him. He looked straight into Nathan's eyes and swallowed hard.
"Please.. just let me go.." He pleaded but it was no use. The whole group laughed and one even spat down at John's feet. That's when Greg finally looked up.
"Guys, seriously just let him go." Greg remembered his talk with Sherlock and tried his best to pull Nathan off.
"What the fuck is up Lestrade? Punch him!" Nathan laughed.
"No."
"Fucking punch him Lestrade." Nathan stepped aside but kept one firm hand on John's shoulder. John closed his eyes and held back a few tears as he waited for the pain.
Greg sighed and scowled at Nathan. He stepped up to John and whispered "Sorry." Quiet enough so only John could hear, then punched him in the face.
The boys laughed as John fell down clutching his nose which was dripping profusely.
Greg stretched out his hand and turned to the group. "You're all dicks." He snapped and stormed off. Nathan just laughed and flipped him off before he kicked John. They started to call him names again and then they all walked away laughing.
John groaned and stumbled to his feet. It was too far to walk home with a bloody nose so he turned around and made his way back to Sherlock's. He knocked on the door and when the teen opened the it he collapsed into Sherlock's arms.
John woke up feeling light headed and tired. He peeled open his eyes and gave them a few seconds to adjust. He found himself lying on Sherlock's sofa with both Sherlock and Mycroft sat opposite him.
"Sherl..ock?" He managed to say weakly. Sherlock moved to help John sit up.
"Whoever punched you did it well. You've been out for about two hours."
"What?!"
Sherlock smiled. "Its okay, I rang your mother, told her I was helping you with the homework."
John rubbed his face and hissed as he brushed his nose.
Sherlock handed him a tissue.
"Who hurt you John?" Mycroft asked suddenly.
John looked up startled. "Um well.. " He thought back. "Nathan started it then Greg punched me.."
"Gregory Lestrade?" Sherlock almost screeched and stood up. Mycroft joined him.
"Yeah.." John said slowly. "Him and Nathan Hope."
Sherlock stormed out the room and grabbed his coat. Mycroft bent down to John.
"Please excuse us for a minute or two, we'll be back soon."
John simply nodded not knowing what to think and watched both Holmes brothers leave. He lay back down and fell alseep almost instantly.
Sherlock jumped into Mycroft's car and demanded to be driven to Gregs house. Mycroft demanded to know what was going on. During the drive Sherlock explained all about telling Greg to stay away from John and how he discovered the boy was gay and how Greg had mentioned Mycroft. Mycroft frowned.
"Why would he say that? What would be so terrible about me knowing?" Mycroft asked and Sherlock shrugged as the car pulled up outside the Lestrade house.
Sherlock stormed out of the car and banged furiously on the front door.
"Sh-sherlock? Shit." Greg sighed as he answered and then he spotted Mycroft and blushed a deep red. "Mycroft?! What are you doing here?"
Sherlock pulled Greg outside his own house and scowled. "You punched John Watson."
"I had too! You know I did!"
"No!" Sherlock snapped. "No you did not at all. You're secret is no longer safe. Mycroft knows you're gay."
"Although, why telling me is such a problem I have no idea, Gregory.." Mycroft spoke soft and calmly away from Sherlock.
Greg leaned against the house and rubbed his face. He slowly slid down until he was sat on the grass leaning against cold brickwork. Suddenly his eyes began to water. Mycroft walked closer and bent down, he shooed away Sherlock and the teen stomped his way back to Mycroft's car.
"Whats wrong, Gregory?" Mycroft asked softly.
Greg looked up and scowled at Mycroft. "Surely you can fucking work it out. Cleverest boy in the school. Come on, live up to the fucking title."
Mycroft stared at him then realised. "Oh." He said and stood up. "I see." He offered a hand out to Greg and he took it.
"Oh what?" Greg grumbled.
"You like me." Mycroft smiled as Greg stormed to his front door and shouted "Fuck you!"
Mycroft returned to the car where Sherlock was texting John making sure he was okay. Sherlock was grinning stupidly to himself then looked at his older brother who was smiling and blushing.
"What?" The younger brother sighed.
"Gregory likes me." Mycrofts smile got bigger.
