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Teen!lock part three

John's POV:
It's been a week and a half since Sherlock and I had began working on our project. Everyday after school we'd go to the library, sit in the same spot (Sherlock had pointed it out as the best because it had good lighting, close to computers for any research and was quiet and secluded so no interruptions) and worked. At first I had found it very awkward and tried to just get on with the work-which was difficult with him being so close- but after a while, when we became more comfortable with each other, we started chatting as well as working. Chatting turned to laughing and I had come to really enjoy being in his company. It wasn't hard to accept now that we were certainly friends.
Now, we were sat in the library, quietly working. Sherlock typing away rapidly at the laptop and I was reading through websites, making notes on what I thought was useful. I had no doubt that Sherlock already knew most of it but I had to pull my weight on this project and actually do some of the work. I glanced over at him, taking in his features- his dark, curly hair, falling perfectly over his forehead as he leant over the laptop; his blemish-less porcelain skin, pale as anything, only drawing out the depth of his perfectly carved cheekbones; I couldn't see his eyes due to the angle but I could picture the ocean-coloured irises that seemed to be the only passage of emotion on his body. You could see the way they glimmered when he was excited or hopeful or the way they narrowed when he was disappointed or (more rarely) confused and the way they inspected you, looking for something that I wasn't quite sure of. Oh for gods sake. Stop it John. Get it out of your head. There was no denying that I had developed some sort of feeling towards my friend. It wasn't love because, well I'm straight, but still there was something nagging me from the inside, something that almost made me crave his presence. I knew it was wrong and tried to push it as far as possible to the back of my mind until I forgot about it completely. And yet it kept coming back. I quickly looked away and retrained my focus onto the website once more.

[time skip- the two are now in maths class, the lesson is almost over.]
Sherlock sits on the table just behind me and within earshot. I didn't mean to listen in but once the conversation started, I couldn't draw my ears away. Everyone was packing away and the other people on Sherlock's table had gone elsewhere to talk to there mates so he was stood alone. Someone saw this as a great opportunity and approached him, eagerly. I hadn't spoken to her before but I was pretty sure her name was Molly Hooper. She bounded around him like a little puppy, complimenting his hair and intelligence among other things before she finally asked him if he wanted to go for coffee sometime. I instantly got a strange feeling in my stomach, jealousy I think but I wasn't sure why, she was a very pretty girl, I had to admit, and I was sure Sherlock would say yes- why wouldn't he. I continued watching and my mouth almost flew open when he politely declined and she walked away, dejected. I managed to stop myself from showing any visible signs of shock considering I wasn't meant to be listening. I decided that I would try to bring it up later in the library.

[in the library, later on]

Sherlock's POV:
I was sat in the library with John but it seemed more tense than usual. I could tell he had something on the mind, most likely a formulating question, and he was mentally debating whether to say it and how to say it. I sighed and looked at him until he looked back at me. "What is it?" I asked simply and shortly. "I, uh... how did you know?" He asked. "Not important. John just spit it out" I replied. "Earlier, I noticed an event take place" he started, clearly trying to get the right words. "And, um, I overheard Molly Hooper ask you to coffee. And you declined!" He said. "Yes, I did. I was aware" I said sarcastically, not really liking where this conversation was going. "Sherlock, why? She's pretty and smart. Take the opportunity mate!" He continued, clearly persistent. "I didn't want to" I said, simply again. "But why?" I stayed silent. I couldn't explain, not to him, not to anyone for that matter. He looked at me intently but still I stayed quiet. "Sherlock?" He said but I looked away and busied myself with the work I had been doing previously. I still felt his stare on me but still kept my head down. "Sherlock, come on I'm worried now. You can tell me-whatever it is" he said. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. "Sherlock?"
"Oh for gods sake" I muttered, lifting my head up and looking at him. He frowned at me slightly causing me to roll my eyes. 'Why can't he just observe' I thought to myself before looking him in the eyes once again. After one last glance around the room, I reached out and cupped his face with my hand. I began leaning in quickly and only stopped a few millimetres away from his face. His eyes were wide as they looked into mine but I refused to think about it and simply felt. My eyes fell down to where his lips were and back up, regaining eye contact. I then realised he'd done the same and soon we were both edging closer, filling the gap. Then our lips touched and everything else in the room disappeared. My eyelids soon fell shut and all that was in my mind was the touch of his lips and my brain screaming his name. I soon felt his hand land on my shoulder and him deepen the kiss even more. I wanted it to go on forever but I eventually couldn't hold on any longer and I had to pull back, panting. I looked over to him. He was doing the same as me and when he caught my gaze, started smiling wider than I'd seen so far. I smiled back like an idiot and we just sat there in comfortable silence, looking at each other longingly. When finally I came back to my senses, I checked my watch, realising that it was almost twenty past four and that I had to be home in twenty minutes. I sighed, disappointed, before telling John that I really needed to go. We said goodbye at the gates and headed off in our different directions.
On the walk home, however, everything that had just happened, finally hit me. I had just let my guard down, the wall I spent so long building up all came crashing down in one moment. I practically just came out as gay; I hadn't even accepted it myself yet. I technically declared my feelings for someone. For gods sake what the hell is wrong with me? What've I done?