The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

Just Kill Me Already

As time progressed, and John became more eager to graduate, things also became more intimate between the pair. They'd had sex a couple times, enjoying it beyond expectations. Though, they hadn't told anyone about their relationship. It didn't seem to come up and they hadn't felt the need to share. They got along well, and tried their best to keep from killing the other-though, no matter the kind of relationship you have with Sherlock, it's always, at some point, a struggle not to kill him.

It was a nice day on campus, the sun was out, it hadn't rained all week, and the end of the year was approaching. It was after class when they decided it'd be best to tell someone-someone who would most likely need to know...Mycroft. Well, John thought so, to which Sherlock refused. But John had discovered a weakness of Sherlock's, one that would come in handy because it's something he would always be willing to supply--sex.

"I will not have dinner with that...that imbecile."

"He is your brother!"

"Worse! John, no one needs to know."

"Well, it'd still be nice to get to know him...in case..."

"In case what?"

"Never mind."

"John, I..."

"Drop it."

"Ahem, well, no matter what I will not go to dinner with him."

" Not even dinner!? What is so terrible about him?"

"Everything." Sherlock leaned into the front of his desk, John stepping a bit closer. John rubbed Sherlock's bicep with his hand, pouting a bit.

"No."

"I bet I could change your mind."

"Really?"

"You doubt me so much, too often, Sherlock Holmes." John said in a soft, raspy tone that ruffled Sherlock's stomach.

"I'd like to see you try."

"I know you would." Sherlock let out a deep chuckle, playing with the cuff of John's jumper. John stepped in between his legs, rubbing his hands from his arms to his lower back and down his thighs, then back up to his back again. This tickled but he kept composure, struggling not to laugh.

John leaned upward, brushing his lips barely against Sherlock's teasingly, and sliding back down. Sherlock almost whimpered with want to just touch the smaller man; to feel his skin tightly pressed to his own; the warmth that he creates for him. John stepped back and huffed proudly at the somehwat-venerable looking man he'd created...in a sense.

"That's it?"

"There is a lot more, Holmes. You're just going to have to earn it."

"Earn it, you say? How so?" Sherlock pushed for the desk, sliding his hands down John's chest. John grabbed his hand lightly, then gripping them tightly and slamming him against the wall. "You have to have dinner with me and your brother."

"Ugh. John, can't we just..video chat? White him a letter? "Hey, Mycroft, I'm gay! Look, I'm dating John!" It's not that difficult." John pushed into his slightly hard member, making him moan as he grew harder. "Stop that!"

"When you say you'll go."

"You'll give in." John teased his leg by running his knee up his thigh, kissing his neck. "I'm not going to count this as giving in."

"Good." John said before biting down hard. He pushed once more, releasing one hand to grab his crotch causing his to gasp and yelp with need. John smiled devilishly. "You'll..give in...nuuugh!" John released his very hardened prick and stepped back, Sherlock almost crumbling to the ground.

"We'll finish this when we get back from dinner." John kissed him chastely, practically skipping out of the room. Sherlock was left wight he option of taking care of this in the room, likely to getcaught, or leaving with a huge bulge in his pants in a crowded hallways... He went for the carries-coat-in-front-on-crotch method.

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AN: Sorry it's so short! I feel so bad, gaaaah! My creative process is slowing down the more things I have to do. Feedback is awesome, I appreciate it deeply. Any ideas for future chapters an plot lines?!?M please give them to me! Overwhelm me with the ideas! :)