Chapter 14
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The following day Sherlock was still a bit sore but he went to school.
Once he and John got to their tutor room they opened the door and were met by laughing from Harold and his numerous friends.
Freya walked over to John and Sherlock and said "I heard what happened. Sherlock, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Sherlock mumbled.
"We're sorry you didn't have anybody at lunch." John said sincerely.
"Oh, don't worry about me. I was fine." Freya smiled. John returned the smile but quickly scowled at Harold.
The teacher hadn't arrived yet but as many first year students do, everyone was already there five minutes early.
"Hey, gay boys! Want another beating?" Harold hollered and his friends and a few others laughed, but some in the classroom frowned and didn't look happy at all.
John couldn't take the jeering any more. He stood up and stormed over to Harold. Everyone went quiet and still at the rage in John's normally kind eyes.
"Shut up! You homophobic disgusting excuse for a human being. Do you think you're funny? Is that it? Oh, ha-ha, let's make fun of the gay boys! Well isn't that hilarious? Really witty. Do you know what I think? I think you're just a scared little boy trying to impress his daddy. Trying to impress his friends. Well, your friends only like you because they're scared of you. And though I don't have as many friends as you, I know that I don't need to try to impress them all the time to get them to like me. Sherlock and Freya like me for who I am, not because they're scared of me and think that if they don't join me they'll be hurt too. Well, you're not scary, you're pathetic. And one day you'll get what you deserve. You don't have to be like this, Harold. You could be a good person! Why are you so horrible?" John finally asked.
"I'm not horrible. I'm truthful. I'm just saying what everyone else thinks." Harold said confidently.
"Not everyone thinks that. Just… stop bullying Sherlock." John said firmly.
"Oh, and what are you going to do if I don't." Harold challenged.
"You just don't understand do you?" John laughed.
Everyone frowned.
"You just don't understand what people will do for the people they love." John stated.
"Oh, you love Sherlock, do you?" Harold teased.
"Yes. I'm not ashamed of that. I love Sherlock more than anything else in the world. I will gladly die for him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I've loved Sherlock for my whole life. And I'm sorry you have a problem with that, but I honestly don't care." John said honestly.
"Aww, you see that Sherlock, your little boyfriend wrote you a love letter, how adorable." Harold smirked.
"Shut it! He's a better person than you can ever be!" John shouted.
"No he isn't. He's a show off who thinks he's cleverer than everyone!" Harold replied.
John's fist collided with Harold's cheek and the bully fell to the floor, clutching his cheek.
"He is cleverer than anybody! He's a bloody genius!" John shouted.
Sherlock had stood up as soon as John's knuckles touched Harold's cheek. He was quickly at John's side, coaxing him to move away from them.
"John, it's alright. I know I'm a genius. I don't care what he thinks." Sherlock reassured John.
John turned in Sherlock's arms and snuggled into Sherlock's chest.
Anger surrounded John, but he gripped onto the ever-calm Sherlock to calm himself down.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't help it." John whispered into Sherlock's school blazer.
"I know." Sherlock rubbed John's back while Harold stood up.
"You freaks! You're wrong! You're freaks!" Harold screeched.
"And yet again, Harold, you have come to the wrong conclusion. You see, I'm never wrong." Sherlock stated.
"I'm going to tell the teacher about what you did!" Harold informed them.
John pulled away from Sherlock so they stood side by side; Sherlock had an arm around John's waist.
"You can do that. But I'll have to tell them that the reason I did that to you is because you beat and bullied my boyfriend." John smirked.
"Just stay away from me." Harold seethed and sat down, gently rubbing his cheek.
The class started whispering and John and Sherlock sat down, their hands were entwined between them.
"Good morning class." The teacher entered and everyone went silent. Harold and his friends were glaring at John and Sherlock.
At home in the evening Sherlock and John were cuddled up on the sofa.
"Did you two have a nice day?" Kathy asked.
"It was fine." Sherlock said.
The bullying wasn't so bad during the day; they were probably a bit nervous that John would get angry again.
John lay on Sherlock, breathing in his comforting smell. John wasn't ashamed of what he had done to Harold. He knew he had lost control a bit, but he wasn't ashamed of protecting Sherlock. He would fight anyone to keep Sherlock safe.
Sherlock tightened his arms around John and said "I love you."
John smiled into Sherlock' armpit ad pulled his face out, then lent up and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
"I love you too." John said and then buried his face in Sherlock' neck.
John's lips were slightly wet and Sherlock made a small giggle sound.
John pulled his face away and smirked "What?" he asked.
"That's… I'm ticklish there." Sherlock admitted.
John giggled and began to formulate a plan. He buried his face back in Sherlock's neck and blew a raspberry onto Sherlock's skin.
Laughter burst from Sherlock's lips as John attacked Sherlock's neck with raspberries and also tickled his sides. After a few minutes of fun John slowed down his tickling and just placed a simple peck on Sherlock's saliva wet neck.
"Hmmm… I liked that." Sherlock said as he caught his breath from laughing.
"What, the tickling? Because that can be arranged to happen more often." John smiled.
"Well, that was fun. But, no, I mean the kiss on my neck. It just felt nice." Sherlock smiled.
"Not yet, boys." Ron walked in, he had heard the end of their conversation and he sat down in the armchair next to them.
"Why?" Sherlock asked.
"Kissing somebody's neck is usually what older people do." Ron explained.
"But… it felt nice. Why can't we do it more now?" Sherlock whined.
"You're only eleven." Ron said gently. When it came to John, Sherlock never wanted people telling them what to do in their relationship.
"But I liked it!" Sherlock complained, he wanted John to kiss his neck more.
"Sherlock." Ron warned his son.
Sherlock pouted.
"But… can't we do it as a scientific experiment?" Sherlock asked hopefully. His parents always encouraged Sherlock to explore experiments.
"No, Sherlock. When you're older." Ron said.
Sherlock sighed and frowned.
When Ron left the room John had a cheeky smile on his face, he placed a peck on Sherlock's neck then pulled away and said "Happy now?"
"Very. I really love you, John. You can be very… quirky… sometimes." Sherlock smiles and stood with John.
"I love you too. And you are my quirky king." John smiled.
Sherlock lent down and placed a peck on John's neck.
"Like that?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah! That felt really… good!" John smiled.
"I told you." Sherlock smiled and they went to play in the garden.