John listened lazily to the teacher, trying his best to take notes. He found it very hard, because he was extremely tired. He kept falling asleep on his hand and almost falling out of his chair. Finally, when first class was over, he was able to go to the hall and try to wake himself up. Sherlock waited with him while he slapped his face a couple of times.
"S-sorry, Sh-sherlock," John mumbled, yawning a bit, "I'm s-so t-tired."
"It's fine, John," Sherlock replied.
Some papers slipped from one of the books in Sherlock's arms. John took a step to help him, but just as he did Sherlock bent to pick them up. His rear end waggled right in front of John, as he picked up the papers. Wow, that is a nice ass, John thought, before he could stop himself. As the heat crept into his crotch, it also crept into his face. Suddenly, he was very awake. He couldn't help the flood of images that barraged his mind. His blush deepened as Sherlock turned to face him. His eyes snapped to the floor.
"Are you ready to go to second hour?" Sherlock questioned.
"Y-y-y-yes," John stammered.
Sherlock turned on his heel and led John away, towards their next class. Am I gay? He suddenly questioned himself. He'd never even thought about it before. He'd never asked himself this simple question: am I gay? He'd never looked at a guy before, in that way. But then again he'd never looked at girl in that way either. Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? The questioned rolled through his mind, over and over again. Well, the way I just reacted to Sherlock….that means I'm gay, right? Or is it just because it's Sherlock? Maybe he has some sort of spell on me? Nah, he's a vampire not a witch. Besides, he's been so nice….is he gay? Does he like me? Oh my goodness, does he look at my ass too? Wait, I don't look at his ass, I just happened to see it….but it was very nice. Does Sherlock think my ass is nice? Do I want him to think my ass is nice?
"John Watson!" Sherlock shouted.
John startled out of his thoughts and bumped into Sherlock, who had stopped and turned to face John. John blushed profusely and backed off a few steps.
"I thought I'd lost you again," breathed Sherlock.
"S-s-sorry," John stuttered, "I w-was j-just th-thinking."
"It's ok," Sherlock reached out and took John's hand, "I just worry about you is all. Just tell me if you feel an attack coming on, ok?"
"Y-y-yes, Sh-sherlock," John felt like a dog, or a child.
Sherlock briskly released his hand and started off at his quick pace once again. John practically had to run to keep up with him. I haven't even stopped to wonder about sex or kissing or anything, John thought to himself, there's just been so much stuff all the time that I never…so I'm gay…I wonder if Sherlock is…maybe I could ask him. But that's weird just randomly asking if he's gay. Maybe I could just ask if he has a girlfriend, then he might just say he's gay…or maybe he won't. What if he's not? John stopped his racing mind and firmly told himself Sherlock is a vampire. He said he never wanted me to forget that. It doesn't fucking matter if he's gay or straight. He's a fucking vampire! Somehow, this didn't make him feel better.
Finally, Sherlock stopped outside of another classroom. He opened the door and held it for john. John hurried through it, but he could have sworn he heard Sherlock take a very deep breath through his nose. He paused, only to have Sherlock gently push him the rest of the way through the doorway. John shrugged and continued into the class. Sherlock once again led him to the back of the class. John was pretty sure that they'd sit in the back in all their classes.
Class seemed to zoom by quickly and the teacher left them to talk for the rest of the hour, as she tapped at her keyboard. John laid his head down facing Sherlock. Sherlock lazily looked over to him, one eyebrow raised. John couldn't help but smile at him and Sherlock mirrored the expression.
"So, Sh-sherlock, do y-you have a g-girlfriend?" John asked.
Why the fucking fuck did I ask him that?
"No," Sherlock replied calmly, "Some may say that I play for a different team."
"O-oh, s-so you're g-gay?" John's heart thumped awkwardly against his chest.
"Yes," Sherlock answered.
"O-o-oh, th-that's f-f-f-fine, y-you kn-know," John's heart threatened to break out of him, "I m-mean I d-don't m-mind."
"Good to know," Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at him.
John blushed and buried his head in his arms. God, am I stupid. Why in the world…what the hell is wrong with me? Stop it, heart! You're breaking my ribs! Dammit, dammit, dammit! It doesn't matter if he's gay or straight! he's got one of those Link things with someone….besides, he's a vampire. Vampires don't have crushes. Vampires don't like-like someone. Vampires just eat and rape and kill and hate. And it doesn't matter how goddam beautiful their blue eyes are!
Little note: I know, I know! Not much progress in the plot, but this chapter was definitely necessary! Thanks for continuing to read and review! Love you guys!