John could feel himself blushing furiously as Sherlock entered John's room, Sherlock couldn't help but smirk at all the Storm trooper, Doctor Who and Star Trek posters all over John's walls, the floor was kind of clean, enough room for Sherlock to play what he had composed earlier on as John cleared his bed of a mass of medical study books and clothes he plumped himself down and sighed then tapped the place on the bed next to him, Sherlock decided it would be best to sit on the end of the bed, John sitting up studied Sherlock's face, Sherlock could feel himself blush helplessly, he wish t's stop, he had only known him for a matter of hours…
"S-so um, what would you like me to p-play?"
Sherlock asked even he knew perfectly well what John wanted him to play… Stop it…
"What you have composed for your assignment"
"Ok."
Sherlock took out his violin closed his eyes and started to play, he let the music take him, letting his hands find the strings on their own, he didn't even breathe while he was playing, how ever long it was, when he was finished he opened his eyes to see John staring up at him with amazement, mouth open as if to say something but the words won't come, so Sherlock decided to talk instead
"So, um, what did you think?"
Sherlock gave John a shy smile, who was still staring at Sherlock, he could feel his cheeks redden, Goddammit. He went to take a step forward, but instead tripped over on a med study book and landed right. On. Top. Of. John. Well, shit. He could feel their breath escaping each others lips, Lips… there were only centimeters apart, if only he could… No.
"Sher, that was amazing that was… You are on top of me? Trip over a med book?"
John smirked at that fact.
Sherlock couldn't help but notice how their bodies fit oh so perfectly together…
"Yeah, I'll just roll over"
Sherlock rolled onto his side, while John stayed in the same position, with the same expression on his face
"So, umm, John, why all these med books?"
Sherlock couldn't help but think of tripping over when he said med books…
"When I'm old enough to get a job, I want to be a Doctor, or something like that"
John faced Sherlock to smile and Sherlock helplessly reddened, again.
"Where did you learn to play violin like that Sher? It's brilliant, amazing, moving…"
John stared at Sherlock
"Oh, um Me and Mycroft have been taught ever since we were little kids, Mycroft couldn't really play, but I could, it's just a thing I guess."
"You should play more often"
"What? No. no-no-no-no. Not gonna happen."
"Ok, then, guess you'll just have to play for me then"
Sherlock stared at John, who now had a cheeky grin spread across his face
"I-I should go"
Sherlock swiftly packed up his violin and slung his back pack over his shoulder
"Wait, Sher…"
Sherlock couldn't hear the rest of John's sentence because he was too embarrassed and was already out the door.
Sherlock hailed a cab and headed back home to 221B Baker street, the apartment he shared with his brother, he didn't know why he ordered a cab, seeing that his house was only two streets away from John's…
Sherlock's phone vibrated in his pocket. John. Sherlock was correct.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have invited you over in the first place –JW
Sherlock was surprised at the stab of pain in reading those words
No, no, I enjoy playing for you, John. I just realized I had to get home to feed my dog, Redbeard. –SH
Sherlock lied; he knew Mycroft always fed Redbeard.
Ok –JW
Is that all, John?... Nope.
Doing anything this weekend? –JW
Sherlock smiled at the screen
No –SH
Want to? –JW
Sure, why not? –SH
I'll text you tomorrow –JW
Okay –SH
Okay –JW
Sherlock couldn't help but grin with excitement for the couple of days up ahead with John Watson…