a/n Part three! Please tell me what you think and part four will be on its way soon!
Sitting in the Biology class room, resting his head on his hand John Watson wasn't playing attention to the PowerPoint. His thoughts were somewhere else. A high cheek boned somewhere else to be precise. He'd noticed him last year, round about the time he finally given in to himself and confessed that he liked boys and girls. But this was only a personal confession as he hadn't come out to any of friends yet, not sure how they would take something like that. But that didn't mean he couldn't look a Sherlock or think about him. Today had been the first time they had spoken and it had been an awkward meeting for him. What do you say to someone as brilliant as Sherlock Holmes. He'd listened to Greg tell him about how he made the cheeky year nine's cower and how he put one of the sixth form teachers in his place, which ended up in the teacher taking a leave of absence. He was insanely intelligent and sharp, the mind of a genius trapped in a teenage boy. But not just was he smart he was beautifully elegant. His long thin legs and his head of bouncing dark curls gave him a mysterious allure that even James Bond would be envious of. Sherlock Holmes was truly stunning.
After the final bell rang John made his way to the front gates to meet Greg and Molly. They were going to the cinema after school today to catch the last showing of a new spy movie. John wasn't really into spy movies but he knew Greg liked them,
and he was going to try to get with Molly. So it was going to be 2 hours of John being uncomfortable while his friends danced around each other. He'd walked quite fast to get to the gates which meant he'd have to wait, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted him. He was lent against the small red brick wall next to the gates, mobile phone in one hand texting like mad and a white cigarette dangling from his fingers in the other. He gracefully lifted the cigarette to his mouth a took a long drag. John's eyes followed every movement, the rise of his chest and the shape his lips made when he expelled the smoke. Licking his lips, John decided to walk over to him.
Sherlock sensed him before seeing him, looking up from his phone he saw John coming towards him. He gave what was his attempt at a smile and dropped his cigarette, crushing it into the ground with the toe of his shoe. 'Hey!' John shouted and raised his hand. Opening with 'hey' he'd been right. 'Hey John.' Sherlock replied placing his phone in his trouser pocket. 'How are you?' He asked. 'Oh can't complain, just waiting for Greg and Molly. We're off to the pictures.' Sherlock nodded and looked behind John to where he could see them exiting the gates, in deep conservation. John turned around when he noticed Sherlock was staring past him.
'Great, he's already making moves on her. This is going to be so awkward.' He saw John's neck flush a little pink after he said this, obviously he was not looking forward to spending the evening with them. Turning back towards him John smiled again.
'Say Sherlock are you busy tonight?' Smiling at him John was trying to keep his voice steady. He'd thought about inviting Sherlock to join them since lunch, but hadn't had the courage to ask him then. 'It's just I don't really want to be stuck with them alone for 2 hours.' Sherlock could see the pleading look on his face, and it was adorable. Without really thinking about it he agreed to accompany them. He heard the delight in John's voice when he said he'd go, it was also adorable. He'd never really liked films as the plots seemed obvious and boring to him but it was promise of spending time with John that had helped the decision.
Molly and Greg had decided to walk next to each other, meaning Sherlock had to walk next to John. He was fighting the urge to rip off his clothes and have him right here on the street. But instead he started making deductions about the girl in front of him. Divorced parents, currently living with her father. 2 cats and a goldfish. Early riser, usually before 7am.
Folds the corners of her pages, instead of using bookmarks. He turned to look at John, who was gazing off into the distance.
Not really concentrating on where he was walking. Sherlock glanced down at the floor and saw the pavement slab was sticking up, but it was too late to say anything. John had tripped up the slab. Reacting quickly Sherlock grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back up before he hit the ground. The others were too deep in conversation to notice. Standing on the path holding onto John's arm, Sherlock was staring at him. 'Thanks.' John breathed and blushed at the fool he had made of himself, but then looked back at Sherlock and burst into a fit of giggles. Which was then joined by a beautifully deep rumble of laughter that came from Sherlock's mouth. They were both holding their ribs from laughter when Greg spun around and shouted at them to catch up. For the rest of the journey John and Sherlock kept making sideways glances at each other and giggling.
Once they had bought their tickets John suggested they get some popcorn. Queuing up at the stand in the center of the large lobby Sherlock's palms were starting to get sweaty. He took a deep breath and swallowed. 'Hey Sherlock are you okay?' John asked looking concerned. 'I'm fine it's just a bit warm in here.' John was still looking at him but nodded and smiled. The woman who served them at the counter had a syrupy voice and was about 5ft 4in, she had to stretch to reach the drinks cups. John had ordered one of those brightly coloured slushy things and a large popcorn, whereas Sherlock got a large diet coke and small packet of skittles. He'd got a bit of a spot for skittles, he liked the fruity flavours and the crunchy shells. Carrying their snacks over to the doors leading to the screens a rather surly looking woman asked for their tickets. Ripping off part of them and handing them back she opened the door and let them in.
Locating the screen the film was being shown on Greg opened the door for them. Leading Molly to the back row he winked at John, who rolled his eyes in response. John waited by the middle row for Sherlock, gesturing for them to sit there. He looked confused at John because of the departure of their company, to which was answered by a another gesture towards the back of the room. Making their way down the row they chose 2 seats in the middle of the screen, which Sherlock said was best for viewing as the whole screen was visible from that angle. They were a bit early as the silly adverts were still playing and the other people around them were still chatting. Placing the popcorn between his thighs John sipped his slushy concoction and looked up at the screen. He could see Sherlock out of the corner of his eye fiddling with the top of his skittles. For someone so brilliant to be baffled by a simple sweet packet was quite funny and John stifled a giggle, not very well. Sherlock looked at him a blushed pushing the sweets back into his pocket. Picking up his coke from the floor the lights dimmed and the trailers started.
Sherlock had already worked out most of the plot of the film, but it was still enjoyable to watch. He had an idea brewing in the back of his mind. John's popcorn was still located between his legs, he wondered if he could reach and grab a little bit and just 'accidentally' stroke John's thigh. Leaning onto the armrest closest to John he started putting his plan into action.
He slowly slid his hand down towards the bag, letting his fingers catch the top of John's leg for a little longer than he had anticipated. He felt him flinch a little at the touch. Grabbing a few pieces of popcorn Sherlock pulled his arm back.
Popping a piece of the sweet crunchy corn into his mouth he sat back at felt a bit silly. He'd felt John flinch, maybe he had freaked him out or made him uncomfortable. He saw him move the popcorn from his lap to the armrest on his other side and shift in his seat, Sherlock could see his face begin to colour slightly, even in the dark room. But for fear of making John even more uncomfortable he kept his eyes on the screen.
John was panicking. Now was not the time to get a hard on. It was Sherlock's fault, if he hadn't touched his leg when he reached for his popcorn then this wouldn't have happened. The top of John's thigh happened to be one of his extremely sensitive turn on spots. And because Sherlock had stroked it and well because it was him that had done it John was now left with a problem. It didn't help that Sherlock was looking absolutely beyond gorgeous, the screen lit up his face and made his features stand out more than usual. His pale skin and cheekbones really went off in this light, and they way his hair was curled around his ear. He saw Sherlock's hand move as he ran it through his curls, this made John's problem stand to attention even more. Reducing the comfortable space in his pants very quickly. He realised he was staring at Sherlock instead of the screen, just as he went to turn his head back to the screen Sherlock met his gaze. He had an inquisitive look on his face, a sort of why are you staring at me? look.
John felt his face turn a darker shade of pink as Sherlock's eyes searched all over his face. He could see the other boy was trying to work out what was causing his distress, hopefully he wouldn't. Suddenly there was a loud scream which came from the screen, the main character had run into the murderer. This made John and Sherlock jump and grab hold of each others hands, because they were too busy staring at each other to notice the film. The scene in the was kind of brutal and he could feel John still had hold of his hand, quite tightly. After the scene, John tensed remembering he still had hold of Sherlock's hand, blushing again he let go and smiled. His cheeks would be permanently red at this rate. Sherlock too looked a little startled and smiled back, moving his hand back into his lap. The film continued to run for another half an hour or so, but the scenes had got gradually more graphic the further towards the end they got. There had been another point where John had felt like reaching for Sherlock's hand but he refrained, as he didn't want to make himself feel more foolish. As the credits rolled and the lights turned back on Sherlock stood up and stretched. John had finally got rid of his problem when this happened. His long arms reached up high above his head, pulling his shirt up slightly to reveal his hip bones and a small trail of dark hair running down into his trousers. This sent a flutter southward.