Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, or the song Right Round. This is my first fic R&R

John and Sherlock were curled up together on top of Sherlock's bed. Sherlock was reading his new chemistry book, while John laid his head in Sherlock's lap with his eyes closed, trying to relax from the long school day. They listened to the radio as Sherlock played mindlessly with John's hair.

"Up next we have the song Right Round by Flo'rida and more continuous music for the next thirty minutes " said the radio DJ. John's eyes snapped open, and he broke out into a cheeky grin. He glanced up at Sherlock who had glanced down at John, meeting him with a crooked smile on his lips.

"It's our song Sherlock" John said sitting up, looking into Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock broke into a huge grin "It is, isn't it?"

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down down

Sherlock leaned in and their lips met.

The whole kiss became heated very quick. Sherlock swiped his tongue across John's bottom lip and his John's parted, letting Sherlock explore his mouth. John inched forward into Sherlock's lap, straddling him as he tangled his hands in his curly black hair. Sherlock bit and sucked at John's lower lip as he worked his hands under John's jumper and began to work it up his chest. They broke the kiss for a second as Sherlock pulled John's jumper over his head and threw it in some corner of the room. John began unbuttoning Sherlock's purple dress shirt, while Sherlock kissed and sucked John's neck working his way up to his ear.

"My memory is a bit fuzzy" Sherlock whispered hoarsely in John's ear "what events lead us to call this our song," he nibbled John's ear "can you refresh my memory?"

"Oh god yes," John growled and smashed his lips back to Sherlock's, exploring every inch of Sherlock's mouth with his tongue. He dragged his nails down Sherlock's back. Sherlock arched his back and moaned into John's mouth.

He pushed John backwards onto the bed, and began to work his hands down John's torso to his trousers. He unzipped them and sat up to work them off of John's legs, tossing them in same general direction as his jumper. Sherlock sat back on his heels, shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest.

"I seem to recall that you wore these red pant's last time as well" Sherlock said unbuttoning his own trousers, and taking off his shirt, throwing both items to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

"I thought you said you didn't remember" John said grinning, sitting up and joining his lips with Sherlock's.

Meanwhile the song ended and The Harlem Shake began to blast from the speakers

"CON LOS TERROISTAS"

John and Sherlock pulled apart, looked at each other, and started laughing.

"Well I think that ruined the mood a bit" Sherlock said, climbing off the bed and walking over to his dresser, hitting the power button on the radio.

"Just a bit" John said, as he giggled and fell back onto Sherlock's bed, sighing at the roof. Sherlock rejoined him on the bed, straddling John's hips, he began to move his hand up John's torso. "Now where were we?" he said, staring down at John through his messy mop of curls.

"Well I was supposed to be jogging your memory" John said leaning up on his elbows so he was barely an inch from Sherlock's face. "But it was feeling like it was the other way around." And with that their lips met again.