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AN: So sorry for the delay, I was rather late with this update! So many tests and homework lately, but I'll try and keep up to date with this, promise! I hope you enjoy it, please review!
Sherlock unlocked the door to the dorm room, walking in and flopping down lifelessly on the sofa. John followed his steps and sat down next him, lifting the pale boy's head to rest on his lap.
"Sherly, love. What is it? What's wrong?"
"Th- This… Case, John. It was meant for me. As I said when we went in the cupboard, everything is too well placed. I was meant to find everything I did."
"No, I'm sure that's not it, Sherlock. Why would anyone do that?"
"They're bored, maybe? I can't be the only one who gets bored, John. This is someone smart though, as smart as me. They know exactly what they're doing, what they want, and how to get it."
"Wh- What do they want? Who is it?"
"That's just it, John! I don't know the answer to either of those questions. I need to find out, but if I'm right when I say this person's as smart as I am, which I am, then it's not going to be an easy job. I know the name is Moriarty, but that's all there is to go on." Sherlock lifted his feet off the floor, and stretched his legs into the air. He wrapped his arms round the back of his knees, pulling them down to his chest and holding on tightly, nuzzling his face into John's lap. The burly boy entangled his fingers in his boyfriend's hair, examining each individual curl while Sherlock lay with his eyes closed, his fingertips resting against his lips.
"Sherlock, we better go, we have class, there's only a few minutes of break left." John said while getting up and heading towards the direction of the door.
"You go, I'm staying here." He dismissed John, waving his hand towards the door, his eyes still closed.
"No, Sherlock. You're going to class. I don't care if you find it useless, you're going. Come on, get up." The smaller boy walked back over to the sofa, and stood over Sherlock until he opened his eyes to consider acknowledging his comment. The tall boy stayed silent for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and pulling himself up from the couch.
"Fine. I don't see why I should, but it's obvious you don't have any intentions of leaving here without me, so I guess I'll come." He flipped his hair back and swiped the rogue curls from his face before dragging his feet across the floor as he walked to the door moodily. John locked the door behind them, placing the key in his back pocket, and the two boys made their way down the corridor to the music department. "I guess this lesson won't be too bad, I can finish composing that violin score." Sherlock continued to talk about meaningless subjects until his voice descending into a mutter.
Some five minutes later, the two boys entered the door of their music class, where their classmates were already seated, waiting for the teacher to arrive. All eyes were on them as they made their way to the two empty seats at the back of the class, some of them giggling quietly as they let each other's hand go.
"Oh, for god's sake. Can they not get over it yet?" John whispered to the pale boy.
"Yes, we're gay. You've all known for just under a year. Now, get over it and get on with your stupid little lives." Sherlock announced to his class who were all still staring at the couple. They all looked taken aback by the boy's comment, and turned around to face the front of the classroom after taking a final glance at the two boys, particularly Sherlock who had sat down again. The teacher walked into the room, greeting them all with a 'good morning' before sitting down at her desk to take the register.
Ten minutes later, the class had split up into separate room in the department to practise their instrument. Sherlock grabbed a practice room across from the main classroom while John went to collect their instruments from the music cupboard. He returned to the practice room carrying a small box like case and a violin case. He handed the violin to the curly haired boy who took it from it's case and began to run the bow over the strings elegantly. John opened the clips on his case and opened it. He took out all the parts of his clarinet in order, putting the instrument together before laying the case down and placing music on the stand. Sherlock composed for the majority of the lesson, writing a baroque style piece while John practiced his grade exam pieces, which he would need in two weeks time.
"Ahh, my cheeks hurt!" John complained, puffing his cheeks out, trying to stretch the muscles to stop them cramping up.
"Oh, do be quiet, John. I need to concentrate." Sherlock replied shortly, quickly dismissing his boyfriend's complaint.
"I can't play any more right now though, my cheeks are killing me!" Sherlock sighed and brought his violin down from his chin, laying it on the table. He got up and walked over to John, straddling his lap. He pressed his Cupid's bow lips to the smaller boy's, biting his bottom lip. John whimpered slightly before prying Sherlock's mouth open and rubbing his tongue against the foreign. He felt his arousal pressing against his jeans, and pushed his hands against Sherlock's chest, pushing him away. "Sherlock, we can't do this now! We're in class. Look at us, we're a mess." Sherlock looked down at himself to see his shirt not tucked in, his tie pulled down into a tight knot and his trousers tented. He looked over at John and saw the same results and nodded.
"Yes, okay. However we have the rest of the day, including two free periods after lunch time." Sherlock made a mental note to himself, and smirked, obviously planning something for later in the day, which made John squirm slightly.
"What's the time, love?" The smaller boy asked as he picked up his clarinet again.
"It's five minutes until the lesson is finished. So we should probably pack up." The pale boy stated as he put his violin and bow back into the case and zipped it up. He waited impatiently as John broke down his clarinet and packed it away, tapping his fingers on the lid of the piano to the rhythm of a piece by Bach, as far as John could tell. Sherlock rushed our of the room as soon as his partner was standing, his long legs carrying him gracefully along the corridor to the music cupboard.
The bell sounded for the end of lunch, and Sherlock grabbed hold of John's wrist, thrusting a half pineapple into his hand.
"Sherlock, what on earth are you giving me half a pineapple for?!" John enquired, his face filled with confusion.
"Well, you like pineapple, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, but wh-"
"Well, I thought you might appreciate it, you might be a little hungry later on." The curly haired boy said with a smirk.
"Why would I be hungr- Oh. Right. Err… Thanks, Sherlock?"
"You're very welcome, John. Now let's go."
AN: I thought I'd let you know that I find it amusingly ironic that my friend and I roleplay as Sherlock and John often (me being John) and I play clarinet, and she plays violin xD. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that chapter~! :D
