The boy was like the kind of song you couldn’t get out of your head. Not that he minded much, no. Actually, he could listen to him all day if he wanted to. Just lie in bed and close his eyes and forget about everything else. Play over every word and every breath. Was that weird? He asked his friend about it once and the look he received was a cross between sympathy and smugness. “You’ve got it bad, Holmes.” *** ((Johnlock, Teenlock, boyxboy))