The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Three

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Chapter 3

John’s POV

Sherlock and I were sitting on my bed, doing our homework. Well, I was, he had finished and was in his mind palace. I snuck a look at my roommate and best friend, and found I was still in awe of his looks. His curly raven hair fell over his face, and his eyes were closed, hiding his intoxicating eyes, which were a mixture of green and blue, which when were in view, could penetrate through anything. His cheekbones were high and looked as sharp as ever, and his cupid bow lips were pursed as he thought. His long slender fingers rested under his chin in their usual temple position, and his long legs dangled over the edge of my bed.

I forced myself to look away; it wasn’t healthy to stare at someone for so long like that. Yet, I found myself doing it more and more. I tried to go back to my mathematics homework, but all the numbers muddled up before my eyes, and I couldn’t concentrate.

Suddenly, Sherlock came back to life, bolting upright. I couldn’t help but jump in fright, and Sherlock chuckled as he saw that. “I’m going to the science labs. I’ll be back later,” he looked at my sheet. “By the way, its x= 75+4. Childs play, John.” With that, he walked away, leaving me in the room alone, but I could sense his smirk as he left.

I wrote down the equation, before slumping back on my bed, letting out a groan as I did so. I felt empty since Sherlock had gone, which had only been two minutes beforehand. I had only known him for about a month, but he was already a big part of my life. He was like a drug to me, one that I was quickly addicted to.

At some stage, I must’ve fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I had a blanket over me, and it was pitch black outside, the only light in the room coming from the moonlight streaming through the window. I looked over towards Sherlock's bed, and saw he was sitting upright on it, the moonlight hitting his face, leaving half his face in the shadow. He looked eerily beautiful.

“Hey,” I said quietly, sitting up. “What are you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep,” he told me, jumping up and going over to his violin. He picked it up and began to play as he looked out the window into the deserted school area. It was a soft, relaxing tune, which was nice to listen to. Sherlock was perfect. Everything he did was perfect. I was lucky to have him as a best friend. It was just too bad I wanted more than that.

Sherlock didn’t see people in that way. He never became attracted to people. He was married to his work, whatever his ‘work’ actually was. A guy could dream though, right?

I snuggled back down into my bed, and slowly fell back asleep.

In the morning I was awoken by the shrill sound of Sherlock’s alarm clock. We groaned at the same time, and I opened my eyes to see Sherlock slam his hand down on the ‘stop’ button. Slowly, we got out of our beds and began getting dressed.

I looked at Sherlock, and couldn’t help but notice the way his school shirt clung to his torso a bit, and I once again scolded myself for staring. I quickly looked away, and began fiddling with my tie. I felt Sherlock watching me, and my fingers began shaking uncontrollably.

Sherlock sighed. “Come here.”

I walked over to him, with a blush on my face, and he began to do up my tie, without even removing it from around my neck. I noticed the close proximity, and felt my blush grow darker. I could smell Sherlock’s scent: cologne mingling with smell of chemicals.