the shirt was a bit small on sherlock, he hadn't worn it for years, but he made do. the blazer fit fine, it covered up the fact that the shirt was too small. other than that, sherlock looked amazing. he sat on the steps of 221b, waiting for john to knock on the door. when there was a knock on the door, sherlock took a deep breath and waited a minute before getting up and answering, to make it seem like he wasn't waiting like a dog waiting for his owner to get home. he opened the door and john was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, smiling up at the boy. "ready?" he asked.

sherlock was too focused on john's body and how it looked in the white shirt button up shirt. he wasn't wearing a blazer and sherlock was thankful for it because now he could see john's muscles defined by the shirt. and they made sherlock's mouth water. "yeah." sherlock said softly, stepping out of the flat and pulling the door close behind him.

"you clean up nicely." john said to sherlock as he walked to the black cadillac waiting at the curb.

"you're not so bad yourself." sherlock grinned, following behind john, but stopped in his tracks. stupid! "i am so sorry. i didn't mean to make it sound like that." sherlock said to john.

john laughed lightly and opened the back door for sherlock. "it's fine," he smiled at sherlock, holding the door open for him.

sherlock thanked him and got in the car, watching john close the door after him and walking around the car, getting in on the other side. the car started moving and sherlock sat quietly in his seat, feeling john's eyes on him. he shifted a bit, getting closer to the door. "so, uhh, which doctors are going to be there?" sherlock asked, looking out the window.

john sat back and watched him. "mike stamford, henry pullman, grace kozlov, and stephen urch. do you know any of them?"

sherlock nodded. "mike stamford teaches at saint bart's, henry pullman is america's top cardiothoracic surgeon, grace kozlov is a top military doctor, back home for research, and stephen urch in a self-centered asshole who has amazing studies."

john laughed lightly and smiled softly at sherlock. "you know, you've got quiet the brain."

sherlock looked at john. "i've been told."

the restaurant was nice. really nice. john kept sherlock close as they walked to the table. there were two groups already there, mike stamford and his student and grace kozlov with her student. mike smiled and got up when he saw john, shaking his hand.

"who this lad with ya?" mike as john, pointing at sherlock.

"this is sherlock holmes," john said proudly, resting a hand on sherlock's lower back. "he was at the seminar today. has quiet the brain in him." he smiled. "sherlock, that's stamford and his student max," john said, pointing at the pudgy man then at the ginger boy sitting in the chair next to him. "then we have the amazing, grace kozlov and her student daniel," he said and gestured to the tall, dark haired woman and the small blond boy sitting next to her.

sherlock smirked and said, "pleasure to meet you." in russian to dr. kozlov. everyone looked at him, shocked.

dr. kozlov smiled at the boy and spoke back, "pleasure is mine, mister holmes. how is it you know russian?"

john had pulled out a chair for sherlock next to dr. kozlov, and he sat down, continuing his conversation with dr. kozlov. "my family traveled a lot. picked up a few languages here and there."

dr. kozlov raised an eyebrow and started to speak german, "watson was not lying, you do have quiet the brain."

sherlock smiled and spoke back, "some people don't appreciate it." he said. by this point everyone was just starting at them in awe.

dr. kozlov switched to french, "how come?"

"i would deduce them, then they would toss me in the bin." sherlock spoke back with a sigh.

"but look at you now. you are having dinner with five of the most well known surgeons in the world," she said in spanish.

"okay, that's enough, show offs." mike said, looking at the two. they both laughed lightly.

"sherlock would be good to keep around, john." grace said to the doctor sitting next to sherlock.

"i might have to." john smiled at sherlock, placing a hand on his shoulder.

the other two doctors arrived with their students and then the dinner actually started. they didn't really talk about their studies or patients, they talked about their personal lives. the students spoke with each other and the doctors spoke with each other, except for sherlock and dr. kozlov who were having their own conversation in russian. john had placed his hand on sherlock's knee, gripping it lightly. sherlock ignored it and it soon went away when their food arrived, then everyone was quiet for a bit, then started talking again. dr. kozlov left the conversation she was having with sherlock and talked with henry pullman instead. sherlock didn't have any one else to talk to, so he sat there, playing with his food. he wasn't hungry, but still ordered, but john noticed everything sherlock did. he was watching him out of the corner of his eye and when he stopped talking to grace, john saw him look at his food sadly, pushing it around with his fork. then he got up and walked in the direction of the toilets. john excused himself from his conversation then got up, following sherlock. when he got to the bathroom he told the man that was in there to get out then locked the door of he left. he looked under the stall doors until he found the one sherlock was in, leaning against it.

"you alright?" john asked sherlock through the metal door.

"i don't fit in." sherlock sniffled.

"crying in the loo isn't going to help anything." john said.

sherlock huffed out a little laugh and wiped his face. "how would you know? you've always been the golden boy. i can't even go to work with out being called a freak by others."

john sighed and bit the inside of his cheek. "you're not a freak, you're the most brilliant person i have ever met. you sat at the table and had a conversation with grace in six different languages. six for christ sake!" john laughed lightly. he stood there and listened to sherlock sniffles. "we can leave, if you'd like. but you've got to open this door."

sherlock took a moment before standing up and unlocking the stall. only to be welcomed by john's soft blue eyes, smiling at him. he watched as john cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears away with his thumbs.

"you didn't eat anything. we can go some place different and get something different." john offered.

sherlock shook his head. "i'm not that hungry."

john nodded and pulled his hands away from sherlock's face, his eyes meeting with the boy's in front of him whose were still wet from crying. there was silence, but a million things running through their heads. sure john had just met this boy, but some way, some how, he felt connected with him. he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his wrist, feeling the pulse, then looked down, looking back up at the boy again. his pupils dilated. john stepped closer and cupped the back of sherlock's neck, pulling him down until their lips connected, kissing him softly.

sherlock instantly pulled back and stepped away from john. "you're married." he said. "i can't kiss a married man, it's not right."

john stepped closer to sherlock again, holding his hands. "but you would still kiss me if i wasn't married, right?" he asked, face centimeters away from sherlock's.

sherlock's breath hitched as he nodded.

"then pretend like i'm not a married man." john said softly, pushing sherlock against the stall door, kissing his deeply.

sherlock let out a soft noise and placed his hands on either side of john's head, kissing back roughly.

someone started knocking on the door. "john? everything alright in there?" henry asked through the door.

john pulled away from sherlock and went to the door, unlocking it. "yeah." he said softly. "i'm just trying to convince sherlock to come back out."

henry nodded. "we're about to order dessert, see if that'll draw him out."

john chuckled. "i'll see." he said then closed the door once henry left. he turned to sherlock, "want dessert?" he asked.

"i think i should be going." sherlock said and headed for the door.

"hey." john said and grabbed sherlock by his forearm, pulling him to his chest. "i think you should stay." he said and cupped sherlock's cheek.

sherlock shook his head. "no, this isn't right." he said and pulled john's hand off his face.

"so?" john asked.

"you're married."

john sighed and let go of sherlock. "my wife sleeps in a separate bed. i highly doubt that counts as being married."

"is she cheating on you? is this your way of getting back at her?" sherlock asked, staring angrily at john.

"no! it's nothing like that." he said and sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "i don't know what it is, but i feel something with you, sherlock. please just stay for dessert then i'll take you home. please." he begged.

sherlock thought for a minute, biting the inside of his cheek. "let's get this over with then, shall we?" he asked then walked out of the toilets, john following after him in a hury. henry must have told everyone about sherlock being nervous because when he sat down, they all started talking to him. sherlock felt overwhelmed at first, but then started taking to dr. urch's student. john talked with grace, keeping a hand on sherlock's thigh, and sherlock enjoyed it, and he wanted to hit himself for it. even if john's wasn't happy in his marriage, he was still married.

after dessert, john got up and said that him and sherlock had to leave. they all booed him and he just laughed. once he said his goodbyes, him and sherlock left, standing outside, waiting for the car. sherlock inhaled deeply before saying, "let's go to your hotel."

john snapped his head up, looking at sherlock. "yeah, of course," he smirked.

sherlock sighed. fucking idiot. he souldn't be doing this. he wasn't the one night stand type of guy, but clearly john didn't want just a one nught stand from the way he acted in the loo. you're going to regret this.

you're going to regret this.

you're going to fucking regret this.

at least that's what he thought.