WARNING JOHN'S TEENAGE MIND
PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!!
Sherlock's POV
John.
Urghhh, I have to wait until tomorrow to see John again. Wait, why do I even care so much? Well, it could be the fact that he's smarter than the average idiot. He's also quite attractive. I mean I understand why someone would want to date him. Is he in a relationship? I forgot to ask. I searches my mind palace for John taking about a girl. It was beautiful. His voice. Thinking of him laughing caused me to giggle. Just the fact that I, Sherlock Holmes, was thinking of an unimportant fact about someone. Luckily, I was alone in my room. Speaking of my room, I should probably clean ot just in case John wants to come over. I started picking up a bit. That's when I realized I had an attraction to John Watson. Why else would I be doing all this.
John's POV
I woke up at around 7. I quickly got up and grabbed clothes for the day. I made my way over to the bathroom. I stepped inside and shut the door. I turned the water on and waited for our to heat up. When the water was finally the right temperature, I removed my clothing and stepped in. My mind began to wander to the events of yesterday. I remembered Sherlock's eyes and hair and cheekbones and the way the curves of his body guide. I ran my hands through my hair, getting it wet. I looked down and saw something that rarely happened.... I couldn't think of anything that would make this happened. Then I realized it Sherlock did it. Realizing it wouldn't just go away, I started thinking of Sherlock again, except on different situations.
~John's Teenage Mind~
I imagined that I was leaving against a bedroom wall Sherlock stalking over to me with his glorious long legs. He landed mere inches away from me. He put his hands on the wall trapping me in the scented air of himself. He leaned in close, so close that I could only see his eyes.
"You're a virgin, John." Sherlock smirked,"How about I fix that?" Sherlock closed the space between us. An image of his hands sliding down my body flashed through my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Suddenly, our clothes were off and out of sight. Almost as if it were real, I felt Sherlock's beautiful lips on me. Lightly sucking, then gradually getting more intense until I finally reached my climax. The warm water washed away the white, sticky liquid.
Sherlock's POV
My room was finally clean, I should take a shower. I went to the bathroom, turned the water on, stripped, and stepped in.(haha no SherlockTeenageMind for you) Once I was done I went back to my room, shut the door. I walked over to my closet and picked out a suit and shirt. I carefully laid them down on my bed. Going over to my dresser and pulled out socks and underwear.(see American) I put on my boxers and then my pants. I reached over for my shirt and slipped it on, leaving the first two undone. the put my jacket over it. I sat down on my bed and pulled my shoes and socks on. Once I was fully dressed I went to the bathroom to fixed my hair.
Once I deemed myself presentable. I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
11:30 I should prabably get going. I slipped my cost on and headed for the coffee shop.
John's POV
11:56
Sherlock should be here any minute. A waitress came up to me.
"Hi, I'm Carol. I'll be your waitress. What can I get you?"
"Actually I'm waiting for someone-," then behind me I hear his beautiful voice.
"Black, two sugars," he gave me a wink, "and just a black for him, thank you," Sherlock sat down next to me. Hopefully, although I doubt it, Sherlock didn't notice me shift so I was closer to him.
"So, John, hows your sister? Your obviously staying at her house,"
"I am. And she's fine, thank you. Well, Sherlock, you obviously know everything about me, so why don't you tell me about yourself."
"Um, okay... I got kicked out of 2 schools and now I'm going to my third. I like to solve thing. I may our may not have an older brother. And I know that you have been slowly getting closer to me," Sherlock smirked at me. That last sentence kind out made me feel weird, I mean what if I made him uncomfortable? "Don't worry, John, I don't think you realized but I've ben moving close too." After he said that I looked and realized he was a lot closer than before.
"And why were you moving closer?" I asked tilting my head up towards his.
"I believe you know why," he leaned down, becoming even closer than we were. I couldn't do it anymore. All this tension it just had to be broken. I connected our lips. At first it was just a kiss until Sherlock opened his mouth slightly and slid his tongue on my lips. I parted them, but them he pulled back.
"I told you, you knew why. See, I'm always right." I pecked his cheek.
"Yes, Sherlock always,"
