A/N Chapter 10 at last! Sorry about the wait guys I've been super busy with actual life, crazy I know! But here you go. As normal please let me know what you think :)

Turning his coat collar up Sherlock stepped out of the drab school building, only to be greeted by a large sleek car pulling up to the gates. Mycroft. What could that interfering bastard want now. Opening the door to the car he slid himself into the spacious back seat as the car pulled off. The early evening glow was spreading across the horizon as the car speed through the bustling streets, turning down a small side street the car came to stop. Two large men dressed in black suits escorted him through a door and across a marble floor to a lift, pressing the floor number button and pushing him inside the lift the men left. As the doors closed and the lift began to move upwards Sherlock straightened his coat and bag, running his fingers through his hair. The lift doors opened into an airy office.
'You should have those heavy handed arseholes fired.' Sherlock stated running his finger along the edge of a bookcase.
'I like their brutish charm.' Came a voice from the other end of the room.
'What the hell do you want Mycroft?' questioned Sherlock as he turned to face his brother. Mycroft gestured to the chair near the desk.
'I see you've found yourself a little playmate. How lovely. John Watson is it?' Mycroft sat in the chair behind the desk.
'Piss off Mycroft! You know exactly what his name is, and I swear if you-' Sherlock cut off as Mycroft raised a hand.
'I do not wish to impose on your...relationship per say but I do want you to be careful. Don't wander into the path of the east wind willingly Sherlock.'
Pulling out a small folder Mycroft continued 'I've done some research into his family, no father figure, above average IQ. Seems you have chosen better than your usual dumb fuck buddy.'
'MYCROFT!' Sherlock roared ' I have never had such a thing and don't you ever talk about John in that way.' Sherlock turned on his heel and swiftly walked toward the lift.
'Oh Sherlock? Do play nicely won't you?' Sherlock gritted his teeth and left the office.

Small drops of rain began falling silently on Sherlocks head as he sulked back home. But the silent drops grew louder and larger, soaking him. By the time he had reached his front door the rain was starting to blur his vision. He slipped inside the door and squelched flat against it, moving the sodden strands of curly hair out of his eyes. He slinked up the stairs to his room and shut the door. The rain had really done a number on his clothes, teeth chattering he pulled of his soaking wet coat and shirt. Soon he was stood in his boxers, which the rain had soaked through to. Peeling the damp shorts off he decided to get into bed. Pulling the soft covers over his shaking body he felt the goosebumps prick along his arms. Wrapping the duvet around his shoulders he ran his hands over his skin, in an attempt to warm himself over. Brushing his fingers over his nipples he felt a small shiver shoot up his spine. Bringing his hand back up again he pinched the tip between his fingertips, rolling the growing nub. He let out a long breath at the sensation. He brought his other hand to his other nipple and started rolling it the same, the little twinges everytime he caught the right spot ran down his body. Pulling on the sensitive flesh he began to think how nice it would be to suck on Johns nipples, or have John suck and bite his. He felt his cock twitch slightly at this thought, sliding one hand down his body and his phone was ringing. Quite loudly. He turned to look at the caller ID, it was John.

Picking up the silver device Sherlock answered.
'Hey Sherlock, you busy?' A chirpy voice came from the other end.
'Not overly why?' He tried to make his tone as distant as possible.
'Wanna come over? We can try that maths again if you like and you can stay for tea.' The line went quiet for a moment while Sherlock contemplated the activity. He swallowed.
'Sure that sounds great, meet me near the fountain in an hour.' He clicked the hang up before John had replied. John stared at the phone in his hand and felt his mouth go dry. He was sure he wasn't gay but Sherlock just had this pull over him, he just wanted him all over his body. Looking around his room John spotted clothes lying all over the floor and quickly shoved them in a drawer. Mess wasn't like him. Pulling open his wardrobe he searched the rails for something to wear. Yanking down the only pair of skinny jeans he owned, back from when he had a 'Phase'. He thought he'd give them another shot. Heaving the tight denim over his arse he looked in the mirror. They didn't look half bad John thought to himself, slipping a large knit cream jumper over his shoulders. Opening up his sock drawer he looked down at it in disbelief.
'HARRY!' He yelled as he ran out his room. He heard giggling from his little sisters room, narrowing his eyes he pushed the door open.
'Harry why are your dolls dressed in my socks?' He asked picking her up by the waist. Flapping her arms and kicking back at John she licked his cheek.
'Yucky! Boys taste as icky as they smell!' She giggled. John plonked her down and grabbed two of his socks.
'Don't go in my room again Harry.' He said as he left her room. The socks didn't even match. Pulling the odd socks on John wrapped his long striped scarf around his neck.
'I'm going out mum!' John called into the living room as he left. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he made his way to the fountain. Daydreaming about Sherlocks eyes John walked straight into someone.
'I'm really sorry.' John stopped to pick up the book that he had knocked out the other person's hand. He looked up and was greeted by a dark haired boy with a killer smile.
'Don't worry about it.' Spoke the other boy in soft Irish accent. 'I'm James.'