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John wakes in the morning to an odd feeling. His waist is heavier than usual. Why is there so much weight on my. Urgh, I feel heavy. He refuses to open his eyes or move to figure out what his problem is. He's too lazy to care to much this early in the morning.
So instead of doing anything he decides to just lie in his bed with a foreign feeling around his waist.
That is until this foreign feeling begins to grind against him. Still too tired to open his eyes John simply tilts his head back, moaning. Now he's got two problems. One currently growing to full size. John feels a hand cup his face and the flesh to flesh contact sends a tingle through his body. He presses his cheek into the hand and feels warm breath near his face. John without hesitance moves his lips to connect with whoever it is on top of him. John moans into the strangers' mouth as their tongues intertwine.
He opens his eyes to see beautiful blue eyes with splashes of green. Sherlock. John raises his hands to run them through the fluffy brown hair he'd always admired. He felt Sherlock smile into the kiss before raising his hand and slapping it down on Johns forehead.
John jolted from his bed, eyes wide, cheeks red, the most incredulous look plastered on his face. He runs his hand through his own hair, then moving to his throbbing forehead. "What?" He heard a deep voice he knew all too well come from his bedroom door. Standing there was Sherlock wearing a scarf, t-shirt, and jeans. He seemed amused by John's current state.
"Ehem." He coughed, "I tried to wake you up several times but you wouldn't budge so...I had to get a bit physical." John furrowed his brow, a bit confused. "And that meant slapping my forehead?" Sherlock looked to the side before replying so as not to cause John any un-needed embarrassment, "Well I was originally going shake you awake or slap your stomach but I noticed... You're not so little...problem."
John was confused even more before he noticed his little soldier proudly saluting the world under his very thin blanket. John threw his pillow over it as to try and cover it. "Sher-Sherlock it's not what it looks like!"
"No worries John, it's perfectly normal for a boy of your age t-"
John stopped him mid-sentence. "No. I will not have you talk about this. Anything but this." In an effort to change the subject he said, in a rather squeaky voice, "Why, are you in my room, Sherlock?" Sherlock shrugged, "I was out here waiting at seven so I called you and you didn't answer. I texted and still got no answer. I was going to wait by the door outside but, well, a man opened the door and I asked for you. He told me your room was upstairs so, after making the trek up here, I entered your room."
John nodded his head. So father went out to get some Bevs. Okay. He reached to grab his phone and saw twenty one missed calls from Sherlock. "Whoa, I am so sorry Sherlock; I should have been up on time. I didn't mean to make you wait." John's heart sank to his stomach; he'd wanted to make everything perfect for Sherlock today so he wouldn't have to think about that woman.
Sherlock tilted his head and smiled, "Don't worry John; I was just worried something had happened to you." John sighed, "Well normally I'd tell you to stand out in the hallway while I get dressed but, I suppose that would be rude. I'll be short, I'm just going to take a quick shower and get dressed. We can get going after that." Sherlock nodded, "Okay." he made his way besides John on the bed and watched as John got up and went to a droor pulling out his change of clothes and went to the bathroom on the other side of the room.
Sherlock sighed as he watched John open the door leading to what he assumed was John's bathroom. He looked around for a moment at John's room. It was fairly plain. At least Sherlock had one poster and a colored room. John's walls were emptier than expected. Of course, taking in John's home situation it really wasn't so surprising to find the walls bare.
When Sherlock had bumped into John's father, the man was in a very poor state. He'd stunk something fierce and was obviously an alcoholic. Sherlock almost actually gagged at the smell the man emitted when he spoke. That was very rare, given Sherlock wasn't one known for a weak stomach. "Second person here today. Damn.Who are you here for? Harry? Are you another dealer? She's in her room."This man is rather unpleasant. And that's coming from me!"No I came to see John." His father looked at Sherlock as if he had a growth on his face. "The boy is in his room. You'll find it. Now move you're in my way." As he made his way into the house and up the stairs he could smell the familiar stench of all sorts of drugs. He rather not get into how he knew the smells though.
Overall the home was not one he found suitable for John to live in. It was when he walked into Johns room and saw him sleeping he decided to somehow get John out of here. John deserved more than a plain room with a bed a window a small TV. on droors and a bathroom.
As for now though, Sherlock wasn't sure how he'd manage that. He'd think about that later. As for now his mind drifted off to the image he was... blessed with this morning. When he walked in John hadn't had a bump in the sheets yet. As he walked towards John it had started to grow though. This made Sherlock a bit unsettled and he walked backwards a bit to see if walking forwards made it move, but obviously that wasn't the case. For a while Sherlock just stood above John, unsure what to do. He pressed his hand on John's stomach in an effort to wake him but because of John's incessant wriggling Sherlocks hand bumped into Johns erect member.
Immediately Sherlock moved his hand away and panicked before whispering," John, John wake up, it's me Sherlock" Nothing still. This time Sherlock went to grab Johns Shoulders to shake him, but when he did Johns whispered in a breathy tone, "Sherlock" this made Sherlock panicky and he just smacked Johns Forehead as hard as he could and ran to the door. Not leaving but just waiting for John's reaction.
John sighed as he let the cold water run down his body. He couldn't believe how embarrassing this was. He couldn't believe he'd dreamt of Sherlock on top of him. That was the most confusing part actually. You're not gay. He kept repeating that to himself. He'd never held any sort of attraction towards any man. Sure he'd always wanted to run his hand through Sherlocks hair, and the ideas of kissing Sherlock had never made him sick or feel unpleasant. What if... What if John wasn't gay? Just attracted to Sherlock. It wouldn't be odd would it? What if he was in love with Sherlock, not as a man but as a Person?
But could he really say love? He'd only just met the man. But if he closed his eyes he could imagine it. A life with Sherlock. It didn't seem so bad. It actually seemed wonderful. His chest warmed up at the thought of getting to see Sherlock every day.
I'm in love with Sherlock Holmes.
John smiled at the sudden realization. I'm not gay. I'm... just not as straight as I thought I was. John almost skipped out of the shower, before remembering to put his clothes on. John had on a black and red stripped jumper he didn't wear often. Given they were going to a theatre he didn't want to be cold. In addition he wore some black jeans and black converse.
He walked out of his bathroom to find Sherlock lying on his bed, "Eh, What are you doing?" Sherlock bolted up from the bed, "I err... I saw a bug. And, yes." No way was Sherlock about to tell John the bed smelled like him. "Yes? Alright, that seems, like a logical way to...you know what never mind. What movie would you like to watch Sherlock?" Sherlock stood up having already prepared for this answer, "X-men" he said as gracefully as he could. "Well it does have that science-y feel to it so it makes sense you'd choose that. Alright cool then let's head out." Sherlock smiled, excited to go with John on the bike.
Before they got out the door he pulled out two helmets for the bike he kept near the door so he wouldn't forget it. "Here Sherlock, you should wear this when we get on the bike. Sherlock simply nodded and they continued to the bike.
As they climbed on Sherlock hesitated for a moment. He would have to grab John's waist. He inwardly smiled "It's kind of like a hug."
John unlike Sherlock wasn't nearly as calm. Oh no. Sherlocks going to be pressed up against me. What if I get an erection? What if he feels it?Whatif I lose control of the bike? I need to steel myself.
Thankfully they managed to arrive at the theatre with one blushing genius and one almost fully erect best friend.
John looked at the movie times and saw that the x-men movie would be on in about fifteen minutes. "Alright, So-" He froze.
Standing there at the door was the woman. She was standing with a hand on her hip, looking sly. Johns luck that the one person he was trying to make Sherlock forget was the person he would see here. Of course. John had to now change their plans. He wasn't sure what movie she'd be here to watch but he didn't want to risk Sherlock noticing her. Thank god Sherlock was checking something on his phone. He hadn't noticed her yet.
John had never been more off point. Sherlock had seen her before John had even started speaking. He tried to pretend he hadn't seen her. God this woman. She wants something. He knows her all too well to just pass this off as coincidence. There was no such thing as coincidence.
He needed to think of some way to get away from her. He absolutely didn't want John to be exposed to her. She was like a fox. Once you'd found herself ensnared in her trap there was almost no way to get out. And she would taunt you as if you were her toy while ensnared. This woman was not somebody he needed in his life, and she most definitely was not needed in John's life.
What could he do that wouldn't raise suspicion in John. She obviously had somehow found out about their plans. So the movies were off the table... what else could they do... Sherlock could cancel this, but, John had seemed so happy yesterday... he didn't want him to be sad.
"The amusement park?"
Sherlock made a sharp turn to John, "What was that?" John looked at Sherlock before tilting his head to the side, "Eh well... I was thinking, you don't really like movies right? Well we could go to the amusement park. That way we can have actual conversations. What do you think?" Sherlock smiled at John, "Sounds good."
John grinned and grabbed Sherlocks wrist dragging him to the bike. This sent a small shiver down Sherlocks body. He hoped John didn't notice.
As they got back on the bike they both shared the same thought.
Sure dodged a bullet there.
As Irene watched Sherlock drive off she had a few thoughts as well. So... the amusement park. Okay... well I can work with that. I may need to get some different shoes though... these are too much of a pain to walk in.
She sighed. God, she sure was willing to go far to keep tabs on her favorite toy. Earlier she'd even had to deal with that disgusting old man.
As she had walked up to the Watson household she cringed at the state of it. It was obviously lacking some much needed matinence. She knocked on the door twice before it was swung open. She came face to face with a disgusting old man. This must be the guy's father. Disgusting. Still. I have an objective. "Hello sir I am a friend-" she was rudely cut off by the man," If your here for Harry let me tell you that useless piece of trash is in its room. Go if you need to. I don't care anymore!" Irene squinted at the stench this man carried. "No I'm here to see John." The old man's expression didn't soften, "That boy, he's just a freeloader. What are you... a prostitute? Is he using our money for that? I swear the day he was born was the day-" Irene had to cut him off, "Sir I am no prostitute. I'm a friend here to see him. If you could direct me to where he-" The door shut in her face. She stood there for a good minute. That was... unexpected. She was about to knock again before the door was open again. This time showing a woman with a hand print on her face opening it. "His room his upstairs at the end of the hallway." She looked lifeless. That was none of Irene's problem though. She thanked the woman before going upstairs. The woman just stared at her before silently going to the kitchen, Irene assumed it was a kitchen, and stared at a burned pan. Okay... weird.
Irene entered John's room silently so as not to wake him. He was sleeping silently. This was good. If he'd been awake Irene would have had to resort to measures she didn't want to. She saw his phone near his bed. She opened up the case and sat on the floor while tinkering with it. She also brought out a laptop she'd brought with her. After about ten minutes she'd installed a chip in his phone allowing her to listen in on whatever calls or pick up on whatever was going on around him. This would help her keep tabs on his activities today. She smiled at her own cunning. You are amazing Irene. Truly.
As she closed the phone she saw an incoming text from Sherlock. She smiled and lowered the volume on the phone so John wouldn't be able to hear them. Irene also had to leave now though. If Sherlock was texting he was already close by. Quickly she assembled her things and ran out the house.
She saw Sherlock walking towards the house and smirked. He looks so excited. Hah... what an ugly expression on him. So silly, he really is. She silently made her way to the theatre to wait. She had an earphone to listen to Johns and Sherlocks conversation.
She too made her way to the amusement park. It was close by so it didn't take her long to see it.
She smiled as she saw John and Sherlock buying tickets to go in and get on some rides.
This is going to be interesting.
"John Lets go on that rollercoaster. Oh... wait... are you tall enough though?" John playfully punched Sherlocks arm, "Yeah or are you too tall to ride? You might hit a bar and go flying." Sherlock smirked, "That's not going to happen." they went on joking as they got in line for one of the rollercoasters. They were almost about to go in when John felt a tingle go through his spine. He looked back and saw Irene two people behind them. John's eyes widened as he turned his head to the front. Had she followed them there? Why was she there? This was such a terrible turn of events.
Sherlock had noticed John looking back and panicking. He was about to try to find what had panicked his little friend so much before feeling Johns hands on his face. "Eh-Eh John What is you doing?" John gave Sherlock a shaky smile, "I um...want you to keep your eyes on me. Okay? Let's pretend this is a date. I am your date and you need to keep your eyes on me!" Sherlocks eyes widened as these words spilled out of mouth. D-Date. He just called this a date. What! John began to stutter as he realized what he'd just said. Both of these young men turned bright red. He'd wanted to say something to distract Sherlock but... he hadn't expected that to come out. He couldn't believe he'd been so blunt. No forget that he couldn't believe he'd said anything suggesting a relationship with Sherlock. Yes John was flushing red for Sherlock but, he was nowhere near ready to confess.
This was mainly because he didn't even know if Sherlock like men! Or anyone to be honest. "I-I I don't mean that. I um... just forget I said anything. Oh! But do keep your eyes on me. I uh... just... yeah." Sherlocks eyes widened. So...It's not a date? He and John turned to face the lady seating everyone in the carts on the coaster but still kept his eyes on Johns face. A blush was creeping up on his face as certain thoughts began to appear in his mind. He looked straight ahead to hide this blush.
Sherlock sat to Johns right in the cart and smiled at him," Are you ready?" He was surprised to see John looking down, almost sweating. "John, what's wrong?" John shakily turned to Sherlock, "Have I told you that I've never actually been to a park? Sherlock was silent. "Are you scared of heights?" John turned to Sherlock, "What-" His eyes widened as he saw Irene being seated behind them. He wanted to glare at her but couldn't. That would have gotten Sherlocks attention and he would see her. That was not something he wanted to subject him to.
On impulse John grabbed Sherlocks hand and Smiled at him, "I'm not scared, I'm just a bit nervous. I'm happy for my first time to be with you though." Sherlocks face lit up and he smiled.
Irene was shocked. She had never in all the time she'd known Sherlock seen him smile the way he did. She was almost jealous of John for getting out that reaction from the teen. She had never known he could make that face.
It made her want to see it bleed. She was motivated now, to manipulate them. Her partner would be too. Once he found out about their relationship.
The rollercoaster started to move as the ride started. People were screaming in excitement, John included. The dips and turns sent a rush off adrenaline through his veins. Sherlock wasn't too amused though. He was grinning though. John was currently gripping his hand and he smile on his face brought a warm feeling to his chest.
When they came to a stop John was practically bubbling with joy. "That was amazing! Let's go on another one!" Sherlock smiled, "Sure. Which one?" John was about to point to one when he saw a pair of arms wrap around Sherlock. "I would recommend going to get a bike to eat first. You boys haven't eaten yet have you?" Both Sherlock and John froze. Irene smiled.
"What happened? Why are you both silent?" Sherlock pushed Irene off his back. "What are you doing here?" Irene smiled, "What, did you just barely notice me here? I must say your perception must be shrinking Sherlock. I've been behind you both for some time now. Ask John." Sherlock turned to John who was looking down and away. "You knew she was here?" John nodded, "I didn't want to tell you. She seemed to be a sore spot for you so I was trying to distract you from her." Sherlocks heart fell. Was that why he had suggested the amusement park? I was trying to keep him from being bothered by her and we walked right into her palms. I'm sorry John. Sherlock turned to Irene. "Why are you following us?" Irene smirked, "Well, I saw something that interested me." She pointed towards John. "Me? What would you find interesting about me?" She put her hand to her waist, "You have managed to get a reaction from Sherlock I never got out of him. Not even the first time we slept together. Not a single smile from him."
John's eyes widened, "What?"
Now it was Sherlocks turn to look to the side with shame. Irene scoffed, "What? You where avoiding me and you didn't even know what our relationship was?" John just glared at her. "We were together once John. We had sex. I was the first one he thought of when he woke up. Me." John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd always assumed Sherlock was a virgin, like him. He couldn't believe it. No. "No!" Irene started to chuckle. Sherlock chose now to intervene. "Irene! Stop it, why are you doing this? John doesn't listen to any-" John shook his head, "Is it true? Where you two together? Is what she's saying true?" Sherlock looked as if he was about to break. "John I-" "No! Answer me. Is she saying the truth?" Sherlock couldn't lie to John. He didn't want to say it though. He just looked to the ground. Ashamed of his past.
That said it all to John.
He knew they weren't dating but, it still hurt him. His dreams from this morning where gone. His luck that the first day he finally came to terms with his feelings for another would be the same day they were crushed. He couldn't stay here.
So he ran. He ran to his bike and ignored Sherlocks calls. He got on and rode home.
Sherlock had been left alone, Irene walking up behind him. "See Sherlock, I told you I was the only one for you. We both told you. Sherlocks ears turned red at the thought of the other person she'd just mentioned. Both of them had made Sherlocks life miserable.
He'd only started dating Irene because she seemed intelligent and intrigued him. Her partner had become friends with Sherlock too. The three of them where close back then. Sherlock had never been more miserable. They had introduced Sherlock to the drugs too. After his life spiraled down and he thought he couldn't get back up he had lashed out against the football team. Usually he just stayed silent as he watched them be the morons they were. On this day he was really high and had started to act out of character.
This was the day he'd met John. This was the day his recovery had started. The day he'd said enough is enough. He broke up with Irene and told both her and his "Friend" to stay away from him. After some time he kicked the drugs and them. He was clean and he owed it all to John. His amazing conductor of light. When he saw John in the hospital it almost broke him. His light was dimming and he would do anything to brighten it up again.
That's why he wasn't about to lose him because of Irene. He wasn't about to let her send him down another spiral.
He ran after John slapping away the hand Irene had placed on his wrist. He knew John would be at his home so that's where he went.
He opened the door surprisingly easy and made his way into the house. Not surprised at the lack of emotion from the family. He ran to John's room and opened the door. He saw John standing by his bed with a handful of blue pills. He was about to swallow them when Sherlock entered the room, "John no! Stop!" John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, "Wha-" he had no time to finish speaking when Sherlock tackled him to the ground.
Sherlock had to wrestle the pills out of his hands. Eventually he got them and threw them in a near bye trashcan. John was still lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. He was crying.
Crying because he now believed he had no chance to be with Sherlock. He wanted to die. Sherlock had helped him out of his suicidal world but, ironically, it was Sherlock who had sent him back to it. It wasn't that he'd been together with Irene, though that certainly didn't help the situation, it was that he'd been so ashamed.
That he'd thought so little of John, that he would hide it. John now realized it had also been a bad move on his part to react the way he did.
Sherlock silently bent down and kissed John.
John was confused. He was normally confused around Sherlock but this... this was a different kind of confused.
He lay there on the ground in his room, his hair disheveled with Sherlock over him, a stare that was piercing. John Gulped, his head spinning.
"Why-what? Sherlock you kissed me..." John barely managed to squeak out. Sherlock sighed, "John, my past is not one I'm proud of. I never meant for you to know about it. I'm more in debt to you than you could believe." John just stared at Sherlock. "Okay, okay, you can tell me what happened when you're ready..." Sherlock smiled and cupped Johns face,"I love you."
John's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. He lifted his body a bit and leaned towards Sherlock. "W-what? You love me?" Sherlock nodded. John let his head fall back to the ground with a thud. "John be careful! Don't injur-" John pulled Sherlock down into his arms and held him in a tight embrace. "I l-love you too." Sherlock beamed, and hugged John back. Silently John moved one of his arms to cup Sherlocks face and bring it forward towards his own face. Sherlock was blushing. He pressed their lips together again but, this time it was more sensual than before.
They moved their lips together before John hesitantly ran his tongue on Sherlocks lower lip. Sherlock almost gasped when their tongues touched. He was struck by Johns taste. He opened his eyes a bit to look at John. His hair was disheveled and had a light blush on his face. He looked so at peace. It made Sherlocks heart beat faster.
Sherlock deepened the kiss a bit and it went from loving and passionate to rough and lustful. Sherlock could feel Johns erection pressing against his own and it was he was about to lose control.
Sherlock broke the kiss and got up. John was left on the ground, gasping, his eyes barely open as he looked at Sherlock with lustful eyes. "The bed?" Sherlock nodded. He reached for Johns hand and lifted him from the floor. John lay down on the bed and watched as Sherlock took off his shirt and straddled John's hips.
John's heart started to beat faster in his chest. He removed his own shirt to match Sherlock. They lay there kissing. Sherlock slowly started to move his groin area making John moan. "Mnn fuck" John let out in a breathy voice. Sherlock shivered at the feel. He began to move faster after some time. He needed the buildup. Johns head tilted back as his mind began to swim with the image, the feel of Sherlock. Suddenly he started to realize what was about to happen.
The way this was going he was about to have sex with Sherlock. Was he prepared for that? To lose his virginity? Yeah he loved Sherlock but he had never prepared himself to have sex. He may have fantasized but that and this were completely different. He started to shake. He didn't want to upset Sherlock so he tried to hide it.
He didn't hide it well. Sherlock noticed it immediately. He stopped moving to look at John, "What's wrong?" John looked at Sherlock and tilted his head to the side. "I don't know...If ... I'm ready to do this. I'm sorry." Sherlock smiled and kissed Johns cheek.
"Don't worry John. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do. When you're ready, I'll be here." John gave a shy smile before hugging Sherlock. "I don't want to go any further, but, could we maybe... c-c-c" Sherlock almost laughed watching John stutter at the word, "Cuddle?" John nodded.
Sherlock lay down in the space between John and the wall. He lay there cuddling with John. Not too long after John fell asleep. Sherlock decided he would spend the night. He quickly sent a text to his brother from John's phone. His own phone was in his abandoned coat across the room. Johns was much closer.
While using the phone he noticed something strange in the phone. Quickly he dismantled it and found a small chip. So that's how she knew what they were doing. He made quick work in destroying the chip and fixing Johns phone. Hmph.
Sherlock lay there next to John, having decided to go to sleep now. Tommorow they start the case and he would make sure John was safe. He kissed Johns forehead. "Tommorow and after that, I'll protect you. I'll make sure you stay safe no matter what. I promise.
An: So thats that. Now you know what she does. Yay. Took me a while to finish this. I stayed up the late hours of the night trying to finish this. But, was scolded and told to shut my computer down. So as soon as I woke up I started typing! Yay. I hope you enjoyed. Let's see what happens next chapter. Favorite and review. I would really like that.
