"I'm... I'm so so sorry, I- I don't know what came over me. I-" "Oh shut up, you great idiot," John interrupted the dancer by crashing their lips together... again. John was aggressive, forceful. A drastic change from the previous two kisses they had just shared. Sherlock had been timid, unsure. John just went in and took what he wanted. It was fantastic. There were hands... everywhere. Sherlock grabbed a fistful of John's hair and John's strong arms wrapped around Sherlock's skinny, dancer's frame. He finally got to grab that arse that he had been dreaming of for weeks. Sherlock moaned, a sound he didn't think he was capable of making. "Shit, Sherlock," John reluctantly pulled away. They remained in each other's arms. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," John whispered. "Really?," Sherlock was genuinely surprised, "So have I." They smiled at each other and clasped hands while John walked Sherlock the rest of the way home. When they finally arrived at the Holmes' estate, both of the boys were sad to see each other go. "I'll see you at school tomorrow then. And I'll come watch you dance afterwards." "Okay," Sherlock smiled. John went in for a quick nip on the cheek, "Well. Goodnight, then." Sherlock began to walk away but John grabbed him by the hand before he could get too far. Sherlock raised his eyebrows apprehensively. "Boyfriend?" John asks, he feels like he's going to throw up. And Sherlock nods yes. And John couldn't have been happier, the widest grin spreading across his face. "Ok," he says to himself. Sherlock is beaming as he walks into his house. And John can't stop smiling as he watches his dancer step into the warmth of the big house. Boyfriend, he thinks.
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The Boy Who Watched Him Dance
FanfictionSherlock Holmes had never been the type to fall in love, but he was slowly and surely falling in love with the boy who watched him dance.
