maybe a date?

"Hi John~" Sherlock said as he plopped down in his seat next to John. He'd made up his mind on what he was going to do, hand down his trousers last night he'd plotted a plan. He would ' get in' John's pants before the academic year ended.

John, who was talking to some boys in varsity jackets, jumped and looked back. He was surprised as he didn't hear the other boy walk up to him. One of the boys made a face at Sherlock but the genius just smirked and looked at John with a soft smile.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I wore my boots today and they're so quiet on the tile." Sherlock said and ran the toe of one of his black desert boots over the laces of John's own brown work boot.

John blushed and cleared his throat before looking back at his friends.

"It's… fine, Sherlock. I was just talking to my friends Greg, and Phillip. Greg this is-" John said and looked between his friends. The other boy, Anderson, cut him off with a disgusted voice.

"Freak." Anderson said and made a stink face. He was staring at Sherlock's white shirt neck, where the last two buttons weren't done up. Sherlock had on a dark red v-neck underneath, matching the ankle length heavy wool skirt that he'd chosen to wear.

"Anderson." Sherlock answered back shortly. He reached to touch John's upper arm. He swirled his finger around the nice pattern of John's sweater. He ran his finger on the bumps and dips of the pattern and admired the soft color.

"We know each other, John." Sherlock said and looked at John, a sweet look on his face, a sweet little smile. Like he hadn't just been called a freak. John looked confused for a moment. Anderson had sounded so… mean but Sherlock looks so… oh so kissable. John thought and looked from where Sherlock's wrist was exposed under his button up sleeve to his face where it rested against his fist.

' What a kissable face ' though Sherlock as he took in John's features. The slight blush, the chapped lips, pink nose, soft eyes. Eye fucking, is what people call this. Sherlock thought as he and John looked over each other. Unfortunately someone had to completely ruin the moment.

"John, why did you let him sit next to you? You know he's a freak. Psychopath, serial killer, gets-off-on-death kind of freak. You know he's one of the tweakers. Arrested for it last ye-" Anderson rambled and accused as Sherlock traced his finger up from John's arm to twirl and play with the short blonde hair. Ignoring Anderson usually worked to make him shut up, so he kept admiring and taking in John's features. He found that John had quite cute ears. Round and small.

John was short circuiting as he felt Sherlock's slender fingers gently touched his head and ear. John cut the other boy off, he hadn't understood a thing he'd said since Sherlock had started playing with his hair.

"Uh huh cool anyway, bye Anderson. See you at pep club later." John said and looked dazed at another table in the room. Completely zonked out by the slow rhythmic touches. Twirl of hair, tracing down the back of his ear, gentle feel of his earlobe, back up the shell of his ear, repeat.

"Bye, John. I'll see you later. See you later too, Sherlock." Greg said and patted John's shoulder, pulling him out of his daze. Sherlock nodded but didn't stop or look up. John smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, see you later." John said and turned back to Sherlock to ask Why are you caressing my ear? But the brunette spoke first.

"You have such nice hair. It's so pretty and soft. Your ears are cute too, like the rest of your face." Sherlock said and smiled as he continued to play with John's hair and ear.

John smiled, cheeks pinking up with a cute blush as got his note taking supplies out. Sherlock noted that he got out the same green sparkly mechanical pencil. He looked down at the blank paper and took a deep breath.

"Thank you. I think your hair is also nice. It's pretty too, so curly and shiny." John said quickly and turned to the other boy. He stared at Sherlock's face for a second before reaching out and pulling the end of one Sherlock's curls and watched it spring back.

John looked almost scared of Sherlock's response as he kept his eyes on the curl that he'd just pulled.

Sherlock looked shocked for a moment. No one just… touched him. No one… Did John just sproing my hair? Sherlock let the realization hit him and soon a smile creeped up to the surface. A blush powdered his cheeks and he looked down giggling.

John giggled and bit and relaxed, letting out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding in.

"Thank you! You're so sweet John. What're your other classes for today?" Sherlock said and looked at the clock. There were only a few more minutes left till lecture started.

He really wanted to spend some more time with John. Being around him made something lighten and lift from his chest. Like layers getting peeled away, a knot getting loosened.

"Um today I've got this then four solid hours and then I'm done for today. I only take morning classes. I work at the convenience store on West Elm at five. I've got like two hours free." John said and got ready to take notes, straightening his notebook and clicking the lead to his pencil. Sherlock hummed and pulled out a large book.

"Well I live on Baker Street. I have full classes until four and then I go down to the police station for about an hour and then I just go home. Maybe I can come bother you at work. Stare at you creepily or something." Sherlock said after he flicked his eyes away to look at his book. He tried to fake calm and aloofness but the smile still peaked through.

John blushed as his heart started to thump against his chest.

"Oh... well um if you want to. I take my break at about six thirty. That is if you wanna hang out or something..." John said and flicked his eyes around.

Sherlock stared down at his book cover. John wanted to hang out. John wanted to hang out outside of class. Sherlock felt like he couldn't breathe. His heart hammered against his chest and he couldn't control the smile that washed across his face.

"I could maybe bring you something to eat? There's a sandwich place next door to my flat so maybe I could bring you something? Or from any of the places by Scotland Yard… If you want." Sherlock said, keeping his eyes down on the book. His face was burning red and he felt John look over at him.

"That… would be nice. I usually just have a few biscuits and sit by the bins out back. We're not really allowed to sit out front but maybe we could-" John said shyly and rubbed at the back of his neck. He looked over at the pale boy when he interrupted.

"By the bins is fine! I'd rather not be around people… I don't even leave my flat much…" Sherlock explained. He almost felt embarrassed. He never felt embarrassed. But John smiled at him and nodded. He whispered as the professor walked in and wrote on the white board.

"I'll see you then. I'll hold you to that sandwich Mister… Wait, what's your last name?" John said and leaned over so he could talk even quieter.

Sherlock felt his heart thump against his ribcage. He could feel the heat radiating from John's shoulder.

"Holmes. Sherlock Holmes, Dear Watson." Sherlock said and smiled. Yes maybe during his midnight hand-down- trouser escapade he'd researched the boy.

John smiled and started writing and Sherlock opened his book on Carl Eugene Watts.

Though he couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about John. The way he stuck his tongue just slightly through his thin lips when he concentrated, the way he scrunched his eyebrows together when an odd or long word came up in lecture that he couldn't spell right but didn't have time to erase, the way some of his hair sagged down onto his forehead but he didn't both to move it.

Maybe he'd push my hair out of my face, hold my jaw, touch his lips to mine… share his warmth with me in bed…

"Sherlock, are you sleeping? Your eyes are open. Oh good, come on lecture's over." John said to the catatonic brunette. Sherlock blushed and looked up to where John was standing next to him, satchel laying on his shoulder. Sherlock coughed and looked around. The professor was sitting at his desk and no one else was still in the room. Sherlock quickly grabbed his backpack and slipped it on his shoulders and grabbed his book hurrying to the door, behind John.

"Um… See you later Sherlock. Six thirty?" John said and stood in the hall leading to his medical studies classes as Sherlock stood in the opposite facing hallway leading to the next building over. Sherlock looked down at his boots and then looked up at John.

"Make sure to wear a jacket, it's supposed to get cold…" Sherlock said and smiled and waved awkwardly and walked toward the door. He heard a slight bounce or skip to John's walk.

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