AU - Sherlock and John are friends at school (not very close friends...yet)
From John's POV
I sit on my bed, dressed in my best shirt.
There is a tightness in my chest and I tells himself that it's ridiculous to be so anxious. I'm only going to see a movie with a friend. A very, very good looking friend. A friend who I've been madly in love with for the past year.
Not that Sherlock had ever noticed.
It's infuriating that a boy so perceptive could be so oblivious. Oh dear god, I'm going to embarrass myself. I'm going to scare Sherlock off in a humiliating declaration of love, or a clumsy sexual advance.
No, I'm being silly. There's no reason to be worried. What could possibly go wrong? I won't embarrass myself as long as I keep my focus on the movie we're going to see and not on Sherlock's mouth, or his arse, or those strong, slender, violinist hands... What else can those fingers do?
I groan. My jeans are suddenly and uncomfortably tight. Checking the time, I sees that I still have a while before Sherlock will arrive. Oh, what the hell. I slide a hand down the front of my boxers...
I open the door to find Sherlock standing on the front step. Perhaps it's his wolfish grin, or my post-orgasmic state of calm, I find my self leaning forward to brush a raven curl out of his eye. By the time I realise what a huge mistake this is, it's too late. I freeze, my hand lightly brushing his forehead. A flush immediately rises to my cheeks and I wait for him to recoil in disgust. To my confusion, Sherlock's grin widens.
His hand catches my wrist and before I can process this, he has brought his lips down to meet mine. I stand rigidly in shock, not responding as he sucks on my bottom lip and presses the length of his body against mine. He breaks the kiss after an eternity and looks down at me with composure as I gasp and stutter, entirely overwhelmed. There is a glint of amusement in his eyes as he says,
"We should go if we still want to catch that movie."