A/N Sorry it's taken so long been super busy with life and such but here it is again sorry about the shortness. Enjoy!

John looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm John, sorry for bumping into you I'm just on my way to meet a friend." The taller boy smiled again and looked John up and down.

"Must be someone you're trying to impress in those jeans." James raised an eyebrow and pulled out a sleek fountain pen from his pocket.

"If you ever get tired of your 'friend' give me a call." He grabbed John's arm and wrote down his digits. Winking at him, James walked off in the opposite direction. John stood there a little baffled but shook himself and continued walking. Glancing down at his arm, he pulled the sleeve of his jumper up and read the number. There was a small kiss at the end. And then for the second time, he walked straight into someone.

"Hey!...Oh it's you." The voice exclaimed, John realised it was Sherlock he had walked into this time.

Sherlock smiled at John, he was dressed incredibly well those skinny jeans really worked on him. John pointed in the direction he just came from.

"Shall we head back to mine? You know get some maths on?" He smiled at his attempt at humour. Sherlock nodded and followed John, just behind him so he could watch that luscious arse of his wiggle as he walked. It was only a few minutes before John started speaking again.

"Where do you think I can get a silver fountain pen?" He questioned. Sherlock looked blankly at him.

"Just I've seen one that's really nice, it's got like a gold ivy leaf design up the side." John continued, looking back at Sherlock.

"You won't be able to buy one." Sherlock said flatly "They're given to the 6th form at the private school, the one outside of town."

John raised an eyebrow and pulled the sleeve of his jumper over his hand, so as to prevent any evidence from escaping.

"Mum!" John shouted as they entered his home "MUM!" he shouted louder. "Hang on, wait here Sherlock I'll be right back." John scooted off into his house. Sherlock stood by the front door and surveyed his surroundings, looking down at the floor he noticed a few broken floor tiles. Then a shout came from somewhere in the house.

"Sherlock?" John shouted "Come up the stairs" He walked up the stairs and spotted John's head poking out of a small room towards the back of the house. Sherlock smiled and walked into the room. There was a laptop and desk in the corner, a sofa and a TV in the middle. John flopped down on the sofa and patted the space next to him.

Sherlock sat down as close to John as he dared and turned to face him, a pink glow was already coming from John's cheeks. This boy really had a blushing issue.

"So…you wanna watch a bit of telly before we do anything?" John questioned pointing at the TV. Sherlock nodded and John switched on the box. He chose a program about sharks, secretly hoping Sherlock wouldn't want to watch it and would turn to him and push him down onto the sofa and kiss him so hard his lips hurt.

"John?...John?...JOHN!"

"Hmmm?" John blinked and answered.

"Were you listening at all just then?" Sherlock questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Uh…If I say no are you gonna punch me?" He questioned, Sherlock smiled.

"Yeah I'll punch you.." He said moving his face closer to John "With my lips"

He pressed his lips against Johns softly, sliding a hand into the hair at the back of his neck. Tugging gently on the hairs Sherlock pushed him down into the sofa, John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and pulled him closer. They kissed slowly and lightly until Sherlock heard a purr from John, the small noise was delicious and it sent a ripple through Sherlock's body. He bit down into John's bottom lip, dragging his teeth across the plump flesh. Johns grip on his back tighten, so he did it again dragging his teeth across his bottom lip. John pushed his hips up into Sherlock, feeling that they were both suffering from a lack of trouser space. Sherlock sat up and over John pulling his shirt off over his head to reveal almost flawless pale skin, John swallowed hard as he gazed up at him. After looking a little closer John spotted some odd marks, odd marks that seemed to increase in number the more he scanned the dark haired boys pale skin.

"Sherlock?" He questioned "What are these marks?"