Sherlock: The Next Generation

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

 

"It's Valentine's day!" Ollie practically sang as he entered the kitchen and dining room in their flat. Mortimer arched an eyebrow delicately, continuing to eat his cereal. Hamish just groaned from where he sat with his head resting on the table. He hadn't slept the night before, having arrived late the night before after having gone down to London for the Saturday to help his dad with a case. He just hadn't bothered going to bed, solving a few minor troubles fellow students had come to him with. They were all easy.

"Whoohoo, I'm overwhelmed with joy," he muttered sarcastically, not moving his head. Ollie rolled his eyes at the muffled, grumpy voice as he got his own breakfast. It was a Sunday but the three of them weren't planning on doing anything special. Considering that none of them had dates. Nor seemed to want them.

Well, that wasn't true. Hamish liked Ollie. Really liked him. It was just the one thing he didn't have the confidence to talk about. He was trying to work it up, though. He wasn't sure if it would ever happen.

As suspected, the day was no different than normal. Ollie forced Mortimer and Hamish to go do some shopping for groceries and the like while he studied. It was bad enough when just Hamish was complaining about being bored, but both of them... Ollie had needed some peace and quiet for a while. Because unlike them he needed to work had to get the good grades he wanted. He knew that Hamish didn't even care about the course. His dad just wouldn't allow him to take over as a consulting detective when he was sixteen. So, of course, Hamish's logical solution had been to go to university. And inflict himself upon Ollie.

Hamish and Mortimer took their time, thankfully, returning with the right stuff (surprisingly). Ollie paused his revision to put all of it away.

"They're putting on some romantic movie down at the university for everyone who doesn't have a date," Ollie commented as they sat down for dinner later in the evening. "Starts in an hour. What do you guys think?"

Hamish made a face. "No way."

"I think it would be fun," Mortimer smirked, casting a sly glance in Hamish's direction. He obviously didn't really want to see a romantic movie. Just wanted to force Hamish to watch it.

Truthfully that was partly Ollie's motive. It would be a laugh. The movie would probably be stupid but they would have fun. As much fun as when they had all gone to the pub. Now that had been entertaining. Hamish still claimed not to like any form of alcohol, but was more open to going down to the pub. Most of the time. He loved to hate it, Ollie guessed.

"It would not," Hamish scowled, practically attacking his curry. Well someone had an appetite. For once. Maybe it was the week of barely eating finally getting to him. Ollie hoped that this was the beginning of some new start where Hamish actually ate. He doubted it, though.

"Come on, Hamish. We'll have fun. It will be like going to the pub. You'll enjoy it whether you admit it or not." Ollie flashed a teasing grin at Hamish who just glared, before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Fine. If you must force me!"

They ended up heading down straight after dinner, among the first of those without dates to arrive. There were a surprising number from their college, both male and female. Ollie found it quite interesting to see who was there. And wonder how many would end up hooking up by the end of the night.

Hamish slouched in the seat he had chosen, constantly glaring at Mortimer and Ollie who had taken the chairs next to him. Ollie ignored this. He was used to Hamish's little moods. He wouldn't let it get to him. Hamish would end up enjoying it, even if he didn't admit it.

"This is so stupid," Hamish muttered to Ollie about half way through the movie. "It is quite obvious that she will find out she likes the French guy better and end up with him."

Ollie rolled his eyes. He thought the movie, which was a romantic comedy, wasn't too bad. He had seen much worse movies than French Kiss. Of course Hamish did not like it. Not one bit. But Ollie found it entertaining to watch him suffer. In a completely friendly way.

"And the ending was so clichéd that it should be illegal. The jokes weren't even that good!" Hamish complained as they finally got back to the flat. Ollie sighed, rubbing his forehead. Okay, he had brought this on himself (with the help of Mortimer).  

"Well I'm going to bed," Mortimer quickly made a beeline for his room with a quick wave. Making a quick getaway from Hamish's complaining it seemed.

Ollie zoned out, getting two cans of beer from the fridge. He tossed one at Hamish who, surprisingly, caught it.

"What's this for?" Hamish frowned.

"To get you to shut up."

"Your fault! You made me watch the stupid movie."

"Just drink." Ollie collapsed onto the sofa, taking a swig of his beer. Hamish sat down beside him, carefully opening his own can and cautiously sipping. The two just sat there for a while, in silence. Eventually Ollie turned on the television, changing it to some stupid soap opera that neither of them liked but both found entertaining due to its stupidity.

It took a while for Ollie to notice, but Hamish was moving closer. Gradually. Small shifts so it was barely noticeable. Ollie put down his beer, turning his head with a frown.

"What are you-"

Suddenly they were touching. Then they were kissing. Lips pressed together, messily. It was quick and it was a bit weird. But it didn't feel too bad.

"What was that?"

Hamish blushed slightly. "I'm not too good at speaking about my feelings so..."

"You decided to show me?" Ollie arched an eyebrow, a dark blush beginning to form on his cheeks. "By kissing me." He frowned.

"Even you can-"

Ollie cut him off, moving forward to press a very quick kiss to the pale boy's lips. "Yes."

"What?"

"Yes. I can work it out. I'm not that stupid. You like me. You have for a while."

"How did you know?"

"That doesn't matter." Ollie looked slightly guilty as he tugged at his dark brown hair.

"Ollie."

"It really doesn't matter, Mish."

"No, it doesn't." Hamish looked away, biting his lip. Well Ollie had never seen him looking this... Nervous? Was that the word for it. "You like Mori."

"Yes, I do."

"So it won't work between us."

"I didn't say that."

"But..."

"Hamish, listen for a minute." Ollie shifted so that they were closer, his forehead resting gently against Hamish's. "It is possible to like more than one person. Yes, I like Mortimer. But not as much as I like you."

"So-"

"Yes."

"Stop interrupting me," Hamish pouted. Ollie chuckled.

"I know what you were going to ask. Sometimes even you do the obvious, Hamish Watson-Holmes. Yes, I would like to go out with you."

Hamish's pout was replaced with a smile, his deep blue eyes glowing. Then they kissed, again.