A/N: Warning for sex at the end!

Sherlock tells John what's happening with Vince, and John tries to ensure him that everything's alright. They try to remember everyone who was in the library with them, but the only people they can remember are Ellery and Brady. They hope Headmaster Card doesn't realize that Brady is John's best friend, and Sherlock hopes Brady doesn't hate him enough to lie.

All afternoon, though, when people would get called out of class to go to the office, Sherlock's stomach would drop in realization that that person would probably lie.

That evening, Mycroft calls. Sherlock doesn't want to answer, he wants to pretend he's busy working on his anatomy paper, but on the other hand, when Clement asks why it's not finished, at least he can use Mycroft as an excuse.

"What?" Sherlock answers the phone.

Mycroft hangs up.

Sherlock rolls his eyes. He knows that Mycroft is just going to call back, and he'll keep hanging up until Sherlock answers nicely. He wants to keep the game going until Mycroft stops calling, but again, he wants the distraction.

His phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Ahh, My darling baby brother. How are you?"

Sherlock sighs, annoyed. "Fine."

"How was your day?"

"Shitty," Sherlock answers.

"How upsetting. I called for one reason and one reason only, so you'd better listen to me because I only have five minutes. Listen to Dad. He is your boss, you must do as he says. If Vince is allowed back at your school, you are leaving and that is final."

Sherlock sits up straight, as if fighting back in person.

"No, Sherlock. You're not talking your way out of it this time. I'm not even using the voice. You are leaving that school, whether you like it or not."

"And if I refuse?"

"I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind sending you to America either."

"He wouldn't."

"He would. The only reason you want to stay at your current school is for John, am I correct? John lives down the street, you can see him anytime."

"That's not—"

"If it's not, then why are you fighting this so much, hmm? You just don't want Dad to tell you what to do?"

Sherlock doesn't reply, unable to think of an answer.

"You're going. Be prepared."

Sherlock huffs in anger. "Fine."

"Good. Anything else?"

Sherlock is very angry at Mycroft, but Mycroft did say to talk to him if he needs anything. "Yeah, there is one thing."

"Is it important? Can it wait until later? I'm on my way into a meeting."

"I want to fuck John," Sherlock blurts.

Mycroft is silent. Sherlock hears the door of his office (he assumes) slam shut. "Go on."

"I just want to. I almost couldn't control myself the other day, when we were last together, and I just…"

"But you didn't?"

"No. I didn't think I was ready at the moment, but thinking about it more? I am."

"This is your decision, Sherlock. Do you have everything you need for when the time comes?"

"Lubricant? Yeah.'

Mycroft takes a deep breath. "Are you sure you're ready for something like this? Sex, like this, is more than anything else, Sherlock. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah, I do. We have to be prepared…physically."

"And emotionally, Sherlock. This connection is a bigger connection than you'll ever feel with anyone."

"I know. And I want that with John."

Mycroft sighs. "If you're really ready."

"I am."

"Then I can't tell you not to."

"Oh," Sherlock says. "So I can decide whether or not I want to have sex with my boyfriend, but I can't choose which school I go to."

"Sherlock—"

"Fine, fine, whatever," Sherlock mutters. "You're late for your meeting."

"Too late to show up by now."

Sherlock checks his watch; it's just passed five o'clock his time and noon in New York. "Want to have lunch?"

"Alright," Mycroft says. "Meet me there in fifteen minutes."

Sherlock hangs up and goes downstairs. Clement's just finished with dinner, so he grabs a bowl and tells Clement that he's going to eat in his room to work on his paper. He sets up and waits, and minutes later his Skype tone rings through the room. Sherlock accepts the call and sees his brother on the screen, now holding a salad.

"What did Dad make?" Mycroft curiously asks.

Sherlock holds up his bowl. "Soup."

"Mmm," Mycroft sounds.

Their conversation continues about many different things. Sherlock accidentally mentions that he's stuck on his anatomy paper, so Mycroft helps as much as he can (practically dictating to Sherlock what to write). Sherlock also accidentally mentions that John is going to the dance with Olive, to which Mycroft asks if he's alright with that. Sherlock admits that he isn't, but he wants John to be happy.

"If Lestrade wanted to go on a date with someone while you're away, what would you think?" Sherlock asks.

Mycroft shrugs. "I don't know. I couldn't tell him not to."

"What if he wants to sleep with someone else?"

Mycroft shrugs again. "I don't think he will."

"I agree," Sherlock mutters.

Sherlock actually finishes his paper while talking to Mycroft, which he's happy about. When they hang up, he prints it out and takes it down to Clement.

"Who did you steal this from?" Clement questions.

"What?! Nobody."

Clement eyes him. "You were having dinner with Mycroft, weren't you?"

Sherlock looks at the ground.

Clement sighs. "At least it's done. I've got to run to the office for a bit, I wouldn't mind if you went down to John's."

Sherlock smiles widely and practically runs out of the house. He goes to John's house until nine, when Clement calls that he's home, and after that Sherlock is very happy, considering the events of the day.

On Wednesday, John, Declan, Brady, Duke, and Dane go to rent tuxedos. John and Declan decide to wear regular suits, but the other three boys don't have one. Sherlock decides to go along with them because he's ungrounded and still upset with his dad. Plus, seeing each other the night before was not enough.

"So boys," Dane starts, checking himself out in the mirror. "How far do you guys plan to go with your dates?"

"I plan to go as far as school," Duke says.

The boys laugh.

"You know what I mean," Dane says.

"Well, considering I am so uninterested in my date, I'm not going to do anything," Duke says. "What about you, Declan?"

Declan shrugs. "I want her phone number."

"You don't even have her number?!" Brady cries.

Declan shakes his head. "No. So at the dance I'm only going to put on the charm enough to maybe show her that I like her."

"I still can't believe you're taking Ellery, of all people," Dane says.

"Why?"

"You could have any girl at school, and you've chosen Ellery," Dane says.

"I like her, dude," Declan says.

"And John's going with Olive," Brady says, adjusting his tie in the mirror in front of him. "Olive's…nice, I guess. I haven't seen her smile since we were, like, seven, though."

The boys laugh.

"I like Olive," Declan says. "She's got something other girls don't, you know? She speaks her mind."

Brady laughs. "And John is lucky enough to take her to the dance. Right, buddy?"

John doesn't reply. He and Sherlock are sitting behind them on couches, out of view of the mirrors.

"John?" Brady turns around. They're sitting close together on the couch, kissing passionately, yet respectfully. "Earth to Johnlock!"

John and Sherlock jump apart and wipe their mouths.

"What?" John asks.

The boys laugh. Duke beams at them.

"I was commenting on the fact that your date is...a little scary, to be honest."

"Olive? She's harmless."

"Remember when she kicked Dane in the face while swinging on the monkey bars?"

The boys laugh again.

"I almost forgot about that," John says.

Dane touches his lip, where he has a faint scar. "I didn't."

"Any stories you guys have about Ellery?" Declan asks as their laughter dies down.

The boys all look between each other.

"Not really..." John mutters.

Declan shrugs. "She's wonderful."

The boys getting suits pose in the mirror.

"You guys look great," John tells them.

Declan examines the ties near them. "I wish I knew what color Ellery is wearing. I'd get a matching tie."

"Ask her tomorrow and we'll come back," John advises him.

Declan nods. "Good idea."

The next day, Declan asks. John goes with him because he can't find Sherlock. John stands to the side and Ellery just glances at him every few minutes.

"So, I was wondering what color of dress you're wearing to the dance?" Declan asks after exchanging pleasantries.

"Oh, uhm, listen," Ellery closes her locker and turns fully to Declan. "I don't..." she sighs. "I don't really feel...comfortable...in...in dresses."

Declan nods. "Well, I mean, I think 'formal' means dressing up."

She bites her lip.

"But," he says, "I'm not the formal police. Wear whatever you want."

She looks distraught. "I'd feel a little silly there being the only person in jeans..."

"I'll wear jeans too," Declan says.

John looks at him, shocked.

"I can wear jeans," Declan repeats.

Ellery looks at her shoes. "I don't know, Declan..."

"It's ok, really," Declan says. "I certainly don't mind."

Ellery takes a deep breath. "Maybe...maybe I could wear a dress..."

"You don't have to."

"I'll think about it," she says. "If I do, it'll be purple."

"Purple? Great," Declan says. "How about you wear whatever you want and come to my house. That way I can get dressed once I see you."

Ellery nods. "Ok. Just you and I there?"

"Well, my uncle and Sherlock will be there. And, uh," Declan turns to John. "John, do you think you and Olive could leave from my house?"

"Leave with my female date from my boyfriend's house? Sure, what would go wrong?" John sarcastically asks.

"Perfect!" Declan says, turning to Ellery again.

She bites her lip, still looking uneasy. "Alright, sure," she finally says. "I'll go to your house. Just, uh…" she hands him a piece of paper and a pen. "Write down your address."

Declan happily does so, and once he's done, Ellery leaves.

"I am so excited!" Declan exclaims as he and John walk down the hall.

Friday rolls around and everyone is excited about the dance. The day goes by quickly, even for John (who gets ignored by his boyfriend all day).

At five o'clock, John goes over to the Holmes residence to wait for the girls. Even though Olive thought it was a bit weird, she agrees to meet John at Sherlock's house. After explaining that Ellery would be more comfortable with more people there, she was glad to do it. Especially since that meant John wouldn't have to meet her parents.

John arrives and Declan tells him Sherlock is sulking in the den. John doesn't really need to be told, for he can hear the records he bought loudly playing through the house.

Clement walks downstairs as John sheds his coat. "Ahh, boys!" he announces. "John, you look positively dashing. And those flowers you got for Olive are beautiful. Too bad Sherlock won't go with you. He's quite stubborn though. Well, you know that." Clement smiles at John as he goes to get his coat off the rack. "Sherlock told me what you're doing for Olive, and I think that's fine."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. When I was in school, my girlfriend was grounded the week of prom, so I ended up taking a friend of hers because her boyfriend was kicked out of school the day before."

"Oh?" John repeats. "And nothing happened between you and your date, right? I can tell Sherlock he has nothing to worry about?"

"Well…" Clement sighs, pulling his coat on. "I wouldn't say that."

"Oh, you kissed or what?"

"Well, I married her and she gave birth to my two beautiful sons. But yeah, if you want to tell Sherlock that nothing happened between her and I, that's fine."

John laughs. "Well, great."

Clement laughs, too. "I'm off. I will see you guys later."

"Where are you going?" John wonders.

"I've got a date with my prom date."

John laughs. "Good luck."

"Thank you, John. See you later."

Clement hugs him and heads out the door. Since Declan went upstairs, John goes to the study.

Sherlock is laying on the floor with books and two laptops around him. The music is still playing loudly, so John leans over and turns it down.

"Still upset with me?" John asks.

Sherlock doesn't reply.

John sighs and sits on the floor.

"You'll wrinkle your suit," Sherlock mutters.

John shrugs. "It's not like I'm really trying to impress her."

Sherlock nods.

John runs his fingers through Sherlock's hair. "Please stop being so upset with me."

"Why?"

"Because this is your doing, Sherlock. I want to go and you won't go with me."

"Please, John. It's hardly my fault you want to go on a date with a girl."

"I'm not going on a date with her. I'm going to a dance with her and our friends, and that means nothing. She knows I'm with you, Sherlock. Please, just trust me."

Sherlock doesn't look at him.

The doorbell rings and they hear Declan running down the stairs. John chuckles, but Sherlock pays no attention to the commotion.

"John, Olive's here!" Declan calls.

"Well, see you later," John says, moving to stand.

"Maybe," Sherlock says.

John rolls his eyes and gets up without kissing Sherlock goodbye. He picks up the flowers he'd gotten for Olive and leaves the room.

John gives Olive a mini-tour of Sherlock's house (just the ground level) as Declan sits in the sitting room and stares out the window. Ellery had said her parents would drop her off at 5:10 and it's already 5:06. John can tell he's getting nervous.

"She'll come, dude," John tries to reassure him.

"Are you wearing that?" Olive asks, referring to Declan's t-shirt and jeans.

"I don't know yet," Declan tells her.

At 5:14, a car pulls up in front of the house. Declan jumps off the sofa and runs to the door, but he takes a deep breath and waits for her to ring the doorbell. He grabs a book off the side entry table and holds it.

"What's that, the Bible?" Olive jokes.

John laughs.

"No," Declan snaps. "Girls like flowers from their dates, but Ellery told me last week that she is allergic to flowers. So I got her a book."

"That's actually kind of sweet, Declan," Olive says, as if shocked.

Declan can't thank her, for the doorbell rings right then. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.

His jaw drops, and John and Olive scramble off the sofa to see what's made him react that way. When they get there, their jaws drop too; Ellery's deep purple dress is visible under her pea coat and her hair is down and straight, whereas it's usually up in a bun or ponytail.

"You look amazing," Declan says.

"Yeah, Ellery," John joins. "Very beautiful."

Declan holds the book out for Ellery and offers her inside. "I didn't get you flowers, but I got you this book. It's my favorite book, I hope you like it."

"I love it Declan, thank you," she says.

Declan excuses himself to get dressed and John shows the girls to the sitting room. Almost as soon as they sit, the record player music is turned up higher, so John stands again.

"You know what? I'll be right back. You two make yourselves at home, really."

The girls don't question him, so John rushes to the study.

John shuts the door and locks it behind him. Sherlock doesn't even look at him, he just continues reading out of a textbook. So John steps over and kneels next to Sherlock, then takes the book out of his hand.

"Hey—" Sherlock tries, but John stops him.

John takes hold of Sherlock's hands and pin them above his head as he climbs on top of Sherlock. Sherlock doesn't stop him, not even when John lies completely over him and kisses him deeply.

"Please stop being upset with me," John whispers between kisses.

"Why?" Sherlock asks.

"Because I love you," John says, then lets go of Sherlock's hands and begins to kiss down his body.

"John, what are you—"

John gets down to his jeans and unbuckles him. He spreads wet kisses along Sherlock's stomach and hip and pulls at his pants until Sherlock lifts his hips. John pulls Sherlock's jeans and underpants off, then without warning, swallows his already half-hard cock.

"John!" Sherlock gasps, clutching at John's hair. "God, John…"

John moans around Sherlock's cock, then begins to suck him in rhythm to the violin playing in the background.

Sherlock knows he's doing it, and he loves it. He moans as quietly as he can, to not drown out the music, and he comes down John's throat before the song even ends.

Sherlock relaxes against the floor and John sits up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Well?" John questions.

"Forgiven," Sherlock replies, panting. "Thoroughly forgiven."

John grins.

Sherlock sits up and reaches for John's belt, but John waves him off. "Gotta go, love. Come by after the dance and I'll be ready for you."

"But my dad—"

"He's out on a date with your mum," John tells him. "Will he even know you're gone?"

Sherlock shakes his head.

"Be there at ten."

Sherlock nods.

John leans over and grabs his face, then kisses him deeply.

"I love you," John says as he pulls away.

"I love you, too."

John smiles at him once, then gets off the floor. He leaves Sherlock there looking utterly debauched; his jeans are still undone, his hair is a mess, his lips are stained red and swollen. John's heart beats faster when he looks back at him.

"One more thing, love," John says, unlocking the door. "0-4-0-2-0-3."

Sherlock looks confused. "What does that mean?"

John grins. "You figure it out," is all he says, then leaves the room.

Sherlock falls back at the floor and stares at the ceiling, trying to figure out what that means.

A/N: This chapter will be continued later. more about the dance, and more importantly: what the boys do after the dance. Hope you enjoy, please review!