john rolled out of the bed, standing over sherlock. he smirked at the limp boy in front of him. "i'm gonna take a shower." he said. sherlock let out a whiny groan into the sheets, causing john to chuckle. he leaned over the boy and kissed his shoulder blade. "i'll make breakfast too, and you're going to eat it." john said then walked into the bathroom, turning on the tap.

after breakfast, john left for his first class, leaving sherlock alone. sherlock didn't mind, but he wished he signed up for one of his classes, but he got to see him tonight so it worked out. he laid of the sofa, hands positioned underneath his chin, lost in his mind palace. he was working on a case, but then he slowly started thinking about john and the gala. what would people think of them if john introduced them as partners, lovers even more. john was eight years older than sherlock, so that would be a problem too because people frowned apon dating your elders. and when people asked how they met, they would have to say john was his teacher then they slept together or make up a complete different story. not to mention john was married, is still married in fact. he was a homewrecker. sherlock snapped out of his mind palace, sitting up quickly, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands, sighing deeply. he checked his watch. 4 hours. then his phone started ringing. he stood, stepping over the coffee table and going to the desk to get his phone. once he saw it was john calling, he instantly answered it. "hey." he said, a smile creeping on his lips.

"i got in contact with my tailor, i've texted you the adress and i'll meet you there, yeah?"

sherlock bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about taking a rain check, but he didn't want to do that to john. "yeah. i'll be there in a few." a bit of sadness in his voice.

"great." john said, noticing sherlock's tone of voice. "hey, i love you."

sherlock smiled, hearing john say those words. they made him feel warm inside, forgetting every thing surrounding him. "i love you, too."

"see you in a bit." john said and hung up.

sherlock sighed and set his phone back down on the desk, going to his room to get changed.

the tailor's was in the posh part of the city, and sherlock wasn't surprised. he walked in and john was talking and laughing with an older man. john noticed sherlock and stopped their conversation, getting up from his chair and walking over to sherlock. "hey," he smiled and gave sherlock a kiss. "i've got to go in a bit, but harold is going to get you fitted, yeah?"

sherlock nodded and looked at the man who didn't looked that old, but was old. "yeah."

john placed his hand on sherlock's lower back, walking over to harold. john introduced them then sat back down in his chair when harold started to take sherlock's sizes. after a few minutes john got a call, and sherlock saw his facial expression in the mirror, he was pissed. "don't do anything. i'll be there soon." john said angrily and hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket. he got up and kissed sherlock's cheek. "you'll look great. i know it." he smirked and looked at them both through the mirror. "i'll pick you up at seven?"

sherlock nodded. "seven."

john kissed sherlock's cheek again before getting his coat and heading out of the shop, clearly mad with someone.

"you can relax." harold said to sherlock, his russian accent thick.

sherlock sighed and let his arms fall to his sides again. harold notice something was wrong with the boy. he looked up at sherlock in the mirror. "something bothering you?" he asked and went back to fitting sherlock's trousers.

"it's nothing." sherlock said, trying to dismiss this conversation.

"it is something." harold said and stood. "i know, i have seen it." he walked in front of sherlock, checking his shoulders.

sherlock straightened himself out. "i'm a homewrecker," he sighed.

"no." harold said. "you are nothing like homewrecker." he walked behind sherlock again. "john was no happy man. mary was demanding and bitchy. you, you are good," he smiled. "good for john, make him happy!" he laughed, "yes?"

sherlock smiled slightly. "yes."

"homewrecker destroys marriage." he said and took the blazer off of sherlock, ready to tailor it. "you did not destroy. they destroy." sherlock turned and looked down at harold. "you are good boy, yes? make john happy, he make you happy, yeah?" he asked and looked up at sherlock.

sherlock nodded. "yeah."

"then be happy!" he exclaimed. sherlock smiled and laughed softly at the small man. "john loves you, and if he did not then he would not be separating from mary for you." he smiled up at the boy. "now sit while i make you suit." he said and gestured to the lounge area, then hurrying off to the back.

after the suit was made, sherlock went home and hung the suit off his closet door, staring at it. he thought about what harold had said, running it millions of times through his head, but the doubt was still there. he sighed and walked into the bathroom, undressing. john would be here in three hours.

when sherlock was getting out of the shower he heard the downstairs door slam and mrs hudson didn't have enough power to make that loud of a noise. he then heard the heavy stomping foot steps come up the stairs. "sherlock?" john called. sherlock sighed in relief and pulled on his robe, walking out to john. john was at the counter, pouring himself a glass of scotch. he slammed the bottle down then downed the class.

"yea?" sherlock asked softly.

john poured another glass before turning around to face sherlock. "we aren't going to the gala any more." he downed his glass the set the glass on the table, inhaling deeply. sherlock watched the veins in john's forearms tense up as he clenched his fists.

"why not?"

"the fuck ups at the hospital ruined my study." he sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, grey streaks starting to appear. "they ruined the lab, they ruined everything and i have to fix it." he gripped his hair and turned to the side, kicking the fridge, putting a dent in it. he rested against the fridge and calmed himself.

"no." sherlock said.

"what?" john asked, looking at sherlock.

"we are going to the gala! i have been freaking myself out about it all day and harold talked be back into it, and i want to go. i don't care about the stupid interns at the hospital and you can fix you bloody lab tomorrow, but right now you are going to get a cab, go to your hotel and get ready and pick me up at seven like you said you would!" sherlock exclaimed.

john walked over to sherlock and held his hands. sherlock looked up at john and saw that his face had softened. "were you really doubting yourself about going to the gala?" he asked softly.

sherlock nodded.

"why?" he asked.

sherlock shrugged. "you're you, and i'm me."

john got what he was saying and cupped his cheeks. "love, that doesn't have to do with anything."  he said. "no one cares. most of the men pay women to be there because their wife's won't come. sure, they'll stare and judge, but i don't care, and you shouldn't either because it's a waste of time." he looked sherlock in the eyes and smiled softly. "i'll leave you to get ready and i will pick you up at seven."

sherlock smiled from the corner of his mouth. he took john's hand off his cheek and held it. "can we go to your hotel after, mrs hudson is supposed to get home tonight."

"of course." john smiled softly. he leaned in and kissed sherlock softly. sherlock returned the kiss, but then pulled away.

"go get ready." he smiled and pushed john away slightly.

john arrived right at seven. he was standing next to a black cadillac, playing with the sleeve of his shirt, nervous. sherlock came out and john smiled. he had requested that harold made the suit just a little bit tight in the ass, and it looked fantastic. the suit fit sherlock's linky, thin body perfectly.

sherlock's mouth watered as he looked over john. he was fit. really fucking fit. john's suit looked like it was about to burst in the seams, but it wouldn't. john had styled his hair. put product in it, making where his fringe used to be, into a small wave on top of his forehead, and it looked good. john gave sherlock a slight smile, making sherlock feel like his knees gave out, but they didn't. he just tripped over his feet and fell onto the side walk face first.

john instantly stepped over to sherlock, helping him up. "you alright?" he asked, trying not to laugh.

sherlock blushed and felt his nose to make sure it wasn't bleeding. "fine." he said and brushed the dirt off his suit.

john smiled and opened the car door. "you look amazing. what did i tell you?"

sherlock's cheeks became redder. "thanks," he said, looking down at the ground as he ran a hand through his thick curls. he climbed into the car, scooting over to the next seat so john could get in.

john stared at sherlock's ass when he got into the car, grinning widely. he got in after him, telling the driver to go. "why're you all the way over there?" john asked sherlock, who was on the other side of sherlock. "c'mere, i won't bite," he grinned.

sherlock smiled a bit and scooted over to john. he rested his head on john's shoulder, watching everything they passed through the window. john wrapped an arm around sherlock, keeping him close and kissing his head. "sure you're alright? hit the ground pretty hard."

"i'm fine." sherlock looked up at john. "besides, if anything happened i's have an amazing doctor to take care of me," he smiled.

john chuckled and pecked sherlock's lips.

there was a lot of people, and sherlock was fine with crowds, but john had his arm wrapped around sherlock's waist, making them pretty much conjoined. sherlock excused himself when they got to the ballroom, saying he had to go to the loo. john let him go, and sherlock walked hurriedly to the restrooms. there wasn't anybody in there, so sherlock locked the door and took a minute to himself. he sighed and leaned against the counter top with the sinks. this was for john. he wanted john to have a good time, for him to introduce sherlock to the other doctors as his partner, boyfriend, lover even. but the questions would start, and sherlock already felt his chest tightening. he turned on the sink and splashed his face with some cold water, cooling himself down. he dried his face with a paper towel and checked himself in the mirror. he didn't look half bad in the suit and it fit him, unlike most suits. he gave himself a smiled before walking back out to the ballroom. he spotted john and made his way over to him, but john was talking to a man that didn't look much older than him. sherlock stood by john and john wrapped an arm around his waste, smirking slightly as he talked. sherlock knew this would happen, john would talk all night, not really giving any attention to him, but he was fine with that. he stood by john's side and would watch the men speak. it wasn't until the third man john talked to when the questions started; "what happened to mary?"

"she and i are over." john said back, ready to fight this fight. but sherlock was no where near ready.

"so, it's you and him now?" he asked and pointed to sherlock.

"yes," john nodded.

"isn't he a bit young?"

here it comes. "no. he's perfectly fine." sherlock looked down at the ground and tried to step away from john some, but john kept him close.

"he clearly looks uncomfortable with you."

"that's because he's nervous." john let sherlock go, keeping a hand on his back.

"i can see why, there's coppers, might come and get you for pedophilia."

sherlock snapped his head up at that and looked at the man. he smirked and looked him in the eyes, "48 white male. has three kids and an unhappy wife, who isn't here tonight. she said she was going to watch the kids, but she left them with her sister and is having sex with your neighbor. going by your left hand, you're a left handed office worker because you failed out of medical school," he smirked and kept going, "there's scratches, most likely from a cat and going by the hair on your trousers it's a turkish angora that you love dearly. you keep your blazer button because there's a stain on your shirt, ketchup to be more exact from one of your kids, five i say? there's scratch marks on your neck, to thick to be a cats so a woman's. oh so you're cheating on your wife too," he grinned at the man who was standing wordless in front of him. "most likely your secretary, should i keep going?" john laughed beside sherlock, watching the man turn red.

"n-no," he said and cleared his throat, fixing his posture.

"good," he grinned. "i'm twenty seven, asshole." sherlock said and grabbed john's wrist pulling him to a table. he sat down and called a waiter over, ordering drinks.

"that was amazing." john said as he sat next to sherlock.

sherlock blushed and looked into his lap. "was it?"

"yes!" john laughed softly. "that was absolutly amazing."

sherlock smiled and looked up at john. "that's not what they normally say."

"what do they normally say?" john asked.

"piss off."

john laughed, causing sherlock to laugh with him.

after the drinks, they went back out into the crowd and john talked with one of the doctors who was a part of the gala, trying to get john to donate money. he did at the end. there were more questions about john and sherlock, but they ignored them and sherlock deduced the person, making them go away. once sherlock got comfortable, the mood went away and he was laughing and talking with the other people, but maybe it was the alcohol. he rarely drank and he had three shots and one glass of scotch the drank the rest of john's. so he was a bit tipsy, and john notice so he excused them, grabbing sherlock by his bicep and pulled him to a spot where no one was. "are you drunk?" he asked.

"no," sherlock said, his apology face already on.

"sherlock!" john whined.

"sorry," sherlock pouted. "i just wanted to lighten up a bit, make me seem presentable to your friends."

john smiled softly, laughing a bit. "you were fine before."

"was i?"

john nodded, "yes! you didn't have to get drunk." sherlock made a whiny noise, pressing his face into john's shoulder. john laughed at him. "let's go to the hotel, yeah?" he asked.

sherlock nodded his head and pulled his face out of his shoulder, looking at him.

john smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, directing him out to the lobby. john called the car and helped sherlock in when it reached them. the moment the car started moving, sherlock fell asleep against john. when they got to the hotel, sherlock stayed awake long enough to make it to the elevator, then john had to carry him the rest of the way. sherlock wasn't heavy, but he got stares from the other people walking around the corridor because he had a boy flung over his shoulder who was asleep, bug looked like john knocked him out. when he got to the room, he laid sherlock on the bed and undressed him, putting him in one of his jumpers, then tucking him in. john left and got some ginger-ale and saltine crackers to help sherlock with his hang over. tomorrow morning would be a blast.