Sherlock agonised over his clothing for the Christmas party. As endless amounts of shirts were thrown out of the cupboard; all varying in colour, texture and the amount of buttons. Sherlock couldn't find the right shirt for the night ahead. In Sherlock's mind this was John's fault because of the way he had replied to Sherlock's text.
It's a date.
What the hell does that mean? It could be interpreted in a number of different ways. John could of meant it as a figure of speech or quite literally as a date. This confused Sherlock to no end, he had no concept of social constructs. Sherlock settled for his favourite purple shirt where the buttons barely held together, staining for dear life. He accompanied this shirt with straight black suit trousers and perfectly shined shoes. His look was slightly to formal for a Christmas party but it was John he was trying to impress tonight. Sherlock needed everything to be perfect so that John's opinion of him didn't waver. He was beginning to act more hormonal than a teenage girl.
Sherlock had already invited John over to his house so that they could arrive together. This was the first time John had been to Sherlock's flat. Sherlock didn't bother to tidy the place up instead he shouted for Mrs. Hudson to clean while leaving his experiment alone. After Mrs. Hudson had gone back to her flat to take her evening soother, Sherlock waited for John; constantly checking the time on his phone. As time dragged on Sherlock couldn't stop his nerves from building up. It was a relief when the doorbell rang. Drawing a deep breath Sherlock ran down the stairs to greet John. He was met by John grinning at him. Sherlock raked his eyes over John. He was wearing tight black jeans that fitted well, especially around his arse, as well as a light beige jumper that hugged John's chest well. Although the jumper was hideous in Sherlock's opinion it looked brilliant on John.
"Looking at you, I fell very undressed" commented John.
Sherlock turned slightly to hide his blush. Sherlock stepped aside for John to enter the flat.
"Thank you, John. I must say you do look tremendous, come on in" replied Sherlock.
John followed Sherlock into Baker street and up the stairs. The sight of the flat amazed John, he didn't expect Sherlock to live somewhere that had so much personality in each feature. John expected a modern flat with sparkly surfaces not dusty books piled up on every available surface or a knife holding letters on the fireplace. He also didn't expect the two single chairs in the middle of the flat that were different in colour and style but just seemed to fit there like they belonged.
"This place had such character, I like it here" announced John.
"There is a spare bedroom upstairs" automatically answered Sherlock.
John's eyes widened in slight shock. Sherlock hadn't even known John for a month, also not mentioning the fact that John was also basically a prostitute. Before John could answer him Sherlock tried to rectify the situation.
"Forget I said that"
John nodded in agreement, letting his eyes fall to the floor. The beep of the taxi outside interrupted the awkward moment.
Grabbing his long coat, Sherlock stood aside to let John leave first. As Sherlock made his way out of the flat he noticed that John was holding the taxi door open for him. Sherlock gently smiled at John as he entered the cab. John slammed the door behind himself as he climbed in to the seat.
They sat in comfortable silence as the cab drove to the venue. Every couple of times Sherlock allowed himself a quick glance at John to deduce his mood and what he had been doing before he came out.
Unknown to Sherlock every time he looked at John, John noticed it.
As the taxi rolled up to the Christmas party John hopped out to act like a gentleman. He held the car door open, held out a hand for Sherlock to take as he got out the car. Sherlock firmly took his hand as he exited the vehicle. John paid for the taxi while Sherlock straightened himself up. They walked towards the party they met Greg outside who was smoking his third cigarette of the night.
"Hey Sherlock you made it and you brought a friend" smiled Greg.
"Good evening Lestrade. This is John, John this is Lestrade" replied Sherlock introducing the two men. John politely smiled back at Greg.
"Call me Greg. So where did you two meet? I never heard Sherlock mention you" asked Greg.
John looked straight to Sherlock. What the hell were they meant to say? Sherlock found my ad offering my body for sex and contacted me, but not for that reason. It was obviously an awkward subject as the seconds trickled by. Quickly Sherlock saved them by answering with a lie.
"We met on a night out and exchanged numbers"
"You on a night out?" asked Greg staring wide eyed at Sherlock like he had just dribbled on himself.
"It was for a case. Obviously" stated Sherlock while John remained silent. They excused themselves from Greg's company to enter the building.
John made a detour straight to the bar needing some alcohol in his system.
"What can I get you?" asked John leaning into Sherlock so that he could hear him over the loud music.
"A rum and coke will be adequate, thank you" Sherlock replied.
John gave the bartender their orders as he handed over money. Sherlock grabbed them a spare table as he waited for John. John carefully carried over their drinks to the table and sat close to Sherlock.
As they drank, joked and made conversation with each other; they were interrupted by a drunk Anderson and Sally. This was going to be interesting.
"What is a hot young man like you, doing with this freak?" questioned Sally, she didn't give either men a chance to reply before continuing.
"Did this psycho follow you home?" sneered Sally as Anderson chuckled.
John stood up straight commanding a strong presence.
"Excuse me I don't know you are but I suggest you fuck off right now" shouted John which made Sally and Anderson instantly back away, moving away from John.
This earned a smile out of Sherlock, he instinctively raised his hand to John's clenched fist rubbing it with the tips of his fingers. John looked down at his fist watching Sherlock attempt to ease him. John sat back down, but this time moved closer to the other man. John took hold of Sherlock's hand from under the table and entwined their fingers together. Sherlock then leaned in closer to whisper into John's ear.
"That, ah— thing that you did. That you, um, you offered to do. That was, um... good"
John simply turned to press a kiss onto Sherlock's temple as a reply.
As they left the party Sherlock hailed a taxi. Sherlock gave directions to the driver to drop John off first. As the taxi halted outside of John flat, Sherlock once again pushed a wad of notes into John hand. John mentally winced as he saw that Sherlock was once again paying for his presence. Before he could protest Sherlock silenced him with a light kiss.
"Please John just take it. For me" pleaded Sherlock. John nodded and slammed the door behind him. John watched as the taxi speed down the street leaving him alone.
Hope you guys like this chapter! If there are any mistakes I have missed, I'm sorry! Thank you for all your wonderful comments, I love reading what you guys have to say.
Any comments or reviews are much welcome. Have a good day :)