A Study In Him (Teenlock)

First Days Are Difficult

"John, get up. Splang is in a couple minutes," Sherlock shook his friend, who lay curled up in his sleeping bag. John let out a small dying whale noise before lifting his head, "What time is it?"

Sherlock chuckled lightly at John's insane bedhead, "7:52. Hurry up."

Sherlock was already dressed in jeans and a loose white long sleeved shirt and blue scarf to keep away the autumn chills. John fixed his hair and slipped on black jeans and a red sweater, putting on runners an hopping out the door just as Splang went off.

Sherlock quickly caught up, swinging on a brown satchel as he walked.

"What's that for?" John asked curiously. Sherlock shrugged, "To carry stuff."

John rolled his eyes. Duh.

They sat down in the mess hall and helped themselves to pancakes. Sherlock only ate half of his, and despite John's efforts would not eat any more. Once done, they were the first to leave to clean up the cabin.

They climbed the stairs and started across the large and empty gravel field, towards their cabin. John cleared his throat, "So, story time. Your daydream?"

Sherlock chuckled, "Ah, yes. You first."

"Nuh-uh," John smirked, "I placed the deal. You first."

"Alright fine. While I was gazing at your massive bulge..." Sherlock added extra enthusiasm for effect, and John couldn't conceal a disbelieving chuckle, "I was imagining replaying the shag carpet scene, but messier and better. Now you."

John tried to control his awkward and unnattractive laughter as they reached the door to their cabin, "I was imagining us doing bad things behind the cabin, that's all."

Sherlock pinned his short friend against the cabin door, "No need to imagine," he purred.

John laughed much too hard at this, "Sherlock, not now! People are coming back. Get off."

Sherlock obeyed and left into Cabin 1 with a seductive wink in John's direction.

John rolled his eyes and followed Sherlock in, making his bed. Slowly, others filed in.

***

"Okay, everyone. We're clear on how to paddle a canoe?"

Sherlock and John's cabin group stood around the docks, sporting large canoe paddles and bright orange life vests.

"I look ridiculous," Sherlock complained. John laughed, "I look like a garden gnome. You look fine. Happy, remember?"

Sherlock sighed, "Okay, for you."

John rolled his eyes for what seemed like the 100th time. How many times must he say it? "No. For you, Sherlock."

They climbed in a metal canoe and paddled away from the dock, casting glances around at the other cabinmates. Mycroft shared a canoe with Lestrade, and Jim shared with Seb. Not surprising, really.

Sherlock jokingly rocked the canoe. "Stop, we'll fall in!" John was laughing, but he was serious, "I'm not kidding, stop!"

"Aw, we'll be fi--"

Sherlock was cut off when the canoe leaned too far right and they tumbled into the chilly lake water. When they resurfaced, John scowled at his friend before they broke out in laughter.

"John, Sherlock," Carl rowed up in a rowboat, "Flip the canoe and get back to your cabin and dry off. For your foolishness, you can remain there for the next half hour."

"Aw, thanks, Sherlock," John glared at the future detective, but there was a glint in his eye.

After many failed attempts, they managed to flip the canoe back over and swim back to shore and, while dripping wet, make their way back to Cabin 1.