Awkward Turtle

John strolled along the corridor back to his room, absent-mindedly texting his girlfriend and reflecting on the day's events with a huge smile on his face. There was no doubt in his mind that Beatrice would find out, and there was also no doubt in his mind that Beatrice would confront Amelia. But she was a strong girl and he would be there to support her and tell Beatrice where to stick her opinions. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Spares cupboard just ahead of his room was open. He walked over and peered in. The shelves were a mess. The Spares cupboard had sheets, clothes, school books and loads of other crap in it for the boy's floor. Nobody went in it. So why was it open and messed up? He backtracked to his room, and opened the door to see Sherlock Holmes lying on his bed reading another crime novel.

"Oi! Holmes! Sherlock! Come here a sec!" Sherlock looked witheringly at his friend. John was sure he practice this look in the mirror.

"What Watson. I'm busy and can't be bothered with your pettiness. I know you're dating Amelia. I can smell her on you. Your lips are slightly swollen, suggesting you've been kissing someone. Your pupils are dilated which also suggests that you're happy. And as well of smelling of Amelia, you also smell of your best cologne which you only wear on dates. Oh – and you're wearing your lucky boxers."

At this last comment Sherlock flushed a little. It was tiny, but even John who was not the most observant person in the world noticed the tinge of pink. Why? He queried. Sherlock Holmes never blushed. He was used to the insults and the dissecting of his day; he didn't even register the other boy's comments about Amelia and their date. But the blush? Most out of...character.

"Just come here. The Spares cupboard is messed up and I need you to come and have a look. Nobody ever goes in the Spares cupboard." Sherlock sighed, deciding it was better to pacify his friend than risk his whining. So the two boys went to look. Sherlock walked in and John followed. He reached for the light switch – but quickly discovered it didn't work brilliant. Sherlock tutted and went to leave. Opening his mouth to moan about how stupid John was. John saw his face and went to leave as well but was met with the door slamming, the lock clicking and loud laughing from the idiots who had shut the door. John gasped; "Fuck." Sherlock hissed in annoyance. John slammed against the door, but it was shut fast and all he achieved was making his already injured shoulder throb. He turned back and found himself pressed to Sherlock as the other boy had obviously taken a step forward. He recognised his smell. The hint of cologne and that of slightly musty clothes. Yet the fragrance of his hair was heady and intoxicating. John wasn't gay. He'd never had any attraction to guys. He was straight. Of course he was. But the closeness of the other man who was slightly taller than him – was enough to spark his curiosity. The fact their hands were touching. Their breath mingling; mint and strangely what tasted like candy. Suddenly John snapped to his senses and jerked away from him. He blessed that it was dark in there. Because that way Sherlock couldn't see his blush or feel his peaking arousal. Sherlock's silken voice broke the tense silence.

"Watson, is there something wrong with being in such close proximity of me?" John swallowed and wet his dry lips.

"No, why would there be? I just don't like small spaces. That's all." John's voice was shaky.

He desperately tried to think of Amelia. Her smile, her kisses, the sway of her hips, the curve of her bre- before he could continue the thought Sherlock's lips were pressed to his in an awkward, exploratory kiss. John stiffened – in both senses. He burned with embarrassment as he became so hard, so fast it hurt. He couldn't believe this was happening. Sherlock had done exactly the same. This was senior school. Girls became bi playing truth or dare. And you could turn a teenage boy gay if you stuffed him in a locked, blacked out cupboard with an equally curious and sexually frustrated freak. His head span as Sherlock's hands explored his muscular chest underneath his un-tucked shirt. And John found – to his surprise - his hands entwined in the other boy's hair as their kiss deepened. John's mouth was forced open as he was pushed up against the door. He couldn't help but moan as Sherlock ground his erection into John's own. Their tongues brushed and began to dance. John stroked his hands down Sherlock's body. Un-tucking his shirt, loosening his belt buckle, un-buttoning his trousers and delving into his boxers. John pulled apart from the kiss, enjoying the sight of the thin string of moisture that joined their lips together break. He stroked Sherlock's shaft. Not knowing what he was doing, or why. He had a sexy, beautiful girlfriend. Yet here he was tossing off his best friend. Sherlock placed one hand on the door above John's head and dug the fingers of his other hand into John's shoulder. His grip on Sherlock tightened and his stroking got faster. Suddenly the pair heard footsteps and shouts of "Alright bum-boys! Sexy time's up!" The pair jumped apart, grabbing their clothes and fumbling to make them look like nothing had happened. And just in the nick of time Sherlock stood in the corner and John stood infront of the door, arms folded, hair ruffled and his face set in an angry scowl. The rugby team flung the door open and laughed at the pair. Sherlock snarled and shoved John and the rest of the lads out of the way. He was followed with cat calls and fake groans and moans – imitating sex. Sherlock fumed as he went back into his room. John now had to face the lads going; "So did freak make a move on you then? We all know he's a gay..." John just laughed along with them and told them all to fuck off as he went into his room. Friends were friends but he had to talk about what just happened. He stepped into his room and slammed the door shut. He walked to the window, shut the curtains and turned to face the steely looking boy.

"What the FUCK just happened in there?" Sherlock looked at him.

"What do you think happened John?" John tensed a little – Sherlock never called him John. Ever. John shook his head and went to sit down on his bed. However, Sherlock had other ideas. He grabbed John by his t-shirt and pulled him close to his face. John blinked several times and kissed Sherlock with no qualms. They fell back onto Sherlock's bed and began to explore each other's bodies. Suddenly John stopped. He got off Sherlock and locked the door.

"We can't keep doing this Sherlock." John spoke quietly as he pulled his jeans off, leaving him in his Armani boxers.

"I know." Sherlock's tone was serious, but the smirk on his face said how much he was enjoying this. He climbed back on top of Sherlock, rubbing their erections together, igniting moans from both boys. John's lips and teeth explored Sherlock's neck. As his teeth worried the skin Sherlock bucked underneath him, his moans getting louder. John didn't know how much longer he could continue this. Burning heat was spreading down from his belly button. He moved from Sherlock's neck and then realised why he was so very, very close. The other boy's hand had pulled his boxers down and vigorously stroking his rock hard cock. Her groaned in Sherlock's ear; "Sherlock...Sherlock...I-I'm..." and he exploded over the other boys stomach and as he did John felt a sudden warmth against his leg and realised Sherlock had done the same. John rolled off him and gladly accepted the tissues along with a tender kiss. A few moments later the bell for tea rang and the pair dressed and left for the usual slop on a plate. The memory of their encounter burning hard and fast in their minds. John quickly spotted Amelia – her dark red hair wasn't hard to miss. He snaked two arms around her waist, fought down the waves of sickening guilt and tried to ignore the cheeky looks that Sherlock was giving them. They got their food and sat down at the long tables – the best description John could give was akin to Hogwarts. Amelia sat on his left and Sherlock sat opposite him. The three engaged in tense, yet neutral small talk. John pushed his food around his plate as did Amelia. It looked, smelt and tasted disgusting. Sherlock was browsing a book and eating an apple. Occasionally he'd look at John. Why now was John noticing the way his lips shaped around the rosy skin and his white teeth sunk into the flesh? The quiet but noticeable sucking sound and the way Sherlock's tongue caught the drop of juice at the corner of his mouth. John shivered and desperately fought the blush back. Amelia suddenly sat up and began talking about Social Night. The hall was decked out with the disco ball, lights and some "banging tunes" and apparently it was a big fashion parade. Amelia had snorted at this and said 'she'd find something' It was a chance for the boys and girls to mix on 'social' terms. In Amelia's words the school was "Archaic." (Many people agreed) It was tonight. Then the next question; "John and Sherlock, you two coming?" John soon realised that Sherlock was rubbing his foot up and down John's leg. He tried to reply, but his tongue stuck. He cleared his throat, kissed Amelia on the cheek, whispered a rich 'Yes babe, or course' in her ear, and left with a cheeky wink. Finally she was face to face with Sherlock.

"So Sherlock, are you going – or is it not your scene?" He was silent – he managed a nod. The silence was thick. So Amelia put down her cutlery, picked up her hands, placed one flat on top of the other and rotated her thumbs in circles - the well known social ice breaker. Sherlock looked at her hands and raised an eyebrow.

"Sherlock...this situation calls for Awkward Turtle – oh, and come to the party, you might surprise yourself."

And with that she left to try and find something else to wear. Other than her nine pairs of skinny jeans in varying colours. In her mind Awkward Turtle solved all problems.

Authors note: I'm on a role people! Two chapters in one day. It all blows up in the next chapter! Serious stand off. But between who? There should be another chapter up tomorrow! Keep reading 3 I love you all! 3