John stood frozen on the stop, his limbs suddenly incapable of moving. He'd been the one to start this staring match, so obviously he should be the one to finish it. It wasn't exactly arduous to look at Sherlock; he was rather easy on the eye after all.
Sherlock stared back tilting his head to one side in curiosity. His curls tumbling to one side, he would ordinarily brush them away but right now he was far too focused on the man to even notice. The man had initiated this; he could have just been scanning the room contemplating what girl he could take home. But no, his gaze had turned straight onto Sherlock and it had almost been two minutes now. It was beyond any doubt done on purpose.
John finally built up the courage to walk over the pub floor, pushing through the sea of bodies to get to Sherlock. He paused in front of his table, not sure if the younger man would even welcome the socialising. He wasn't exactly known as the most amiable person at this university, but John had wanted to speak to him for such a long time now. It was becoming absurd, how desperate he was getting. He just had to take this chance to speak to the curly haired genius.
Sherlock looked at the man's shoes for a while before running his eyes up his body, giving him a lazy smile all the while.
John felt as though he was under some form of interrogation, Sherlock looked as though he'd already figured everything out about his whole life. Oh god, did that mean Sherlock knew about John's little crush, about how he went home and moaned his name under the cover of darkness. When he knew no one else could hear him, when he knew he was alone. This really only served to make it a lot more sordid than it already was. He'd become real creepy, real quick. He felt his cheeks flush, which would probably already give everything away if he hadn't figured it out already.
Sherlock finally reached the man's face, his cheeks were flushed. Quite adorable really, oh… was he really using the word 'adorable' to describe a fully grown man? Apparently he was, there really was no other way to describe the man in front of him. He stood up to full height, and held out a hand. Common courtesy after all.
''Sherlock Holmes.'' He practically purred, this could finally be his chance to find out his fucking name.
John stared for a moment before realising he should probably take his hand to avoid looking any weirder than he currently looked.
''I-I know.'' He stuttered, mentally kicking himself for suddenly becoming so flustered. ''I mean... I ... don't… I'm not… I mean... Erm… Hi, John Watson.'' He gave Sherlock a small unsure smile, and dropped his hand.
John Watson. It was so ordinary, so uninteresting. So why was Sherlock so struck by the man, well, by John?
''Well, John Watson. What can I do for you?'' Sherlock enjoyed the way the name sounded, felt, on his lips. Satisfying. He slid back down onto his chair, discarding the empty glass. John was much more interesting to look at.
You, your lips, your hands, your cock, your arse, anything really. John shook the thoughts from his mind, not really fancying blurting any of those out right now. That would be a god-awful first impression. He took the seat across sliding into it not as gracefully as Sherlock had managed though.
''Nothing, I'd just heard a lot about you and I'm curious. Do me.'' John flushed for the second time, hoping Sherlock wouldn't pick up on the slight euphemism.
''Do you? '' Sherlock raised an eyebrow, before he caught on. ''Oh, oh. You mean deduce you?''
John nodded his head, ignoring the fact Sherlock had took it in that way at first.
''Fine, fine. But beforehand I must tell you these things. No, I have not been stalking you. No I have not googled you, I can tell all the things I'm about to say from the information in front of me right at this moment. And it just happens to be you. '' Sherlock nodded his head before continuing. ''You're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be in your flat studying for your final exams. You're worried that you're not going to pass, so you come here to drink away those so called worries. You usually come here in search of a girl to take home; you can then shag her instead of studying. Putting it off again, not good you need to pass if you wish to become a doctor. The girl at the bar keeps giving you the eye, although you're not interested. Why? You'd usually jump at the chance with an attractive girl. No, someone else has caught your eye but whom? You keep blushing; messing up your words must be someone around this area then? You're not gay, so that excludes me and any of the other men around here. There are several girls though, your type. Must be one of them.'' Sherlock broke off, looking at each of the woman on this side of the room, trying to figure it out before John told him.
''Wow… I mean, that was incredible, amazing… Completely amazing.'' John gawped at the man, he probably looked like an idiot but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He chose to ignore the questions in there, knowing he'd end up giving it away somehow.
''Really?'' Sherlock's eyes snapped back to John, eyeing him with suspicion. He'd expected shouting, a punch to the face. Definitely for John to storm off at the least.
''Yes, completely amazing. '' John repeated.
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Sorry it took a while to update, I had the flu. Really not a nice thing to have. And my brain would just not supply me with words.