A/N a small extra chapter! Please let me know what you think. Enjoy. Also feel free to follow my tumblr and stuff yeah... mycroftshelicopter
As the grass crunched beneath his feet John looked up at the back of Sherlock's head. The way his curls bounced ever so slightly with every step he took was divine. Stepping into the sudden warmth and artificial light of the dingy school corridor John realised they were nearing their destination and he hadn't even said one word.
'Chilly today isn't it?' He asked, hoping Sherlock would answer, as he to hadn't said a word since the gates. To which John's question was answered with a small nod. Sherlock wrapped his arms tightly around his body and walked towards the empty classroom. Pushing lightly on the silver handle he entered the room. John was shivering slightly as it had been colder than he's imagined outside and was regretting the jumper choice. Pulling the sleeves down over his hands he smiled at Sherlock, who was looking at him, searching his face. Sherlock tore his eyes away from John quickly because he knew he was staring, so he shrugged of his long coat and placed it on the back of a chair. This revealed to John the shirt he was wearing, a pale blue long sleeved shirt that was just a fraction too tight. He clocked John looking him up and down as he bent into his school bag. Pulling out a thick textbook and placing it on the desk he asked,
'So maths?'
John swallowed and nodded, taking a seat next to Sherlock. Sherlock flipped the pages of the dusty textbook until he found something suitable to teach John about, although maths wasn't really the thing that was on his mind. John has chosen to sit extremely close to him, so close he could smell his aftershave and feel his bodies' warmth. This was driving Sherlock's senses crazy and he wasn't sure if he could hold off kissing him so hard his lips would bleed.
'Sherlock?' Came a little voice, John's voice. ' Can we do maths another time?'
Sherlock looked up from the book and straight into John's eyes. He'd turned in his seat towards Sherlock and was leaning forward, their noses millimeters apart. Sherlock's mind had gone into overdrive, all these sensations and smells and feelings had flooded his whole body. Working purely on primal impulse he nodded. John slipped his fingers through the rough curls and pulled him just that little bit closer.
Lips and limbs was the only way to describe what ensued next. Sherlock was lying on the table, on his back looking up at John, their bodies pressed together. John's soft lips started to caress Sherlock's neck with gentle touches, sliding over the pale flesh and making Sherlock squirm ever so slightly. John sucked hard on the join from his neck to shoulder; this resulted in a small gasp and squirm from under him. The harder he sucked the skin the more Sherlock wriggled around. Pulling his face away from Sherlock's neck a large red blotchy mark was in it's place, licking his lips at the sight John pressed into Sherlock and kissed him hard. Suddenly the end of lessons bell rang which unfogged his mind. Standing upright sharply and straightening his jumper he grabbed his school bag.
'Gotta get to lesson, I'll get detention is I'm late.' He spoke rapidly as he exited the classroom. Leaving Sherlock still in a dishevelled and aroused state, he sat up from the desk and packed up his things. Confused with how to process what has just happened. Feeling the tender spot by his neck he knew he'd being seeing John again, very soon and possibly more of him too.