Cont.
Written on my phone so sorry for errors.
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By the time we are seated in the cinema, I have regained control of myself. I'm still utterly bewildered. This is the first confirmation of Sherlock's sexuality. We had our speculations at school (Molly even took bets - Greg bet on gay, I bet on bi), but Sherlock isn't one to disclose a lot of personal information. We're the closest thing he had to friends, and we only see him once a week at Forensics Club. There isn't much I know about Sherlock Holmes, but what I do know is that I'm ready to redeem myself.
I spread my legs slightly so that our thighs are pressed against each other. Sherlock remains looking forward, stoic, but I see a muscle twitch in his jaw. I grin, and drape my arm casually so that my hand can caress his inner thigh. Sherlock's breathe is a little more uneven now. I begin to move my hand higher, and higher...
Sherlock grabs my hand and pulls me up, speedily exiting the cinema as I am dragged along behind him laughing. He leads me outside to behind the cinema. The air is cold against the heat of my face. Sherlock shoves me up against the rough exterior of the building. He stands panting, his body pressed against mine, one hand either side of my head. I can his breathe on my face and his erection against my lower abdomen. I look up to meet the intensity of his gaze and feel my heart quicken.
"Just kiss me already, Holmes."
With a growl, he obeys, attacking my mouth with a ferocity. His tongue is hot and I shiver as it touches mine. He frees his shirt from his trousers, allowing me access to the smooth, firm flesh of his stomach. As my hands trace his body I can't help but laugh.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Nothing, it's just... I'm making out with a boy in a dark alley."
"If only your mother could see you now." He replies drily, slipping his hands into the back pockets of my jeans and squeezing my arse. "My house is only five minutes from here if you can wait that long. No one's home."