^^a picture of "scotty" holmes. enjoy this;)

he was the one that never gave a shit, the one that all the girls drooled over and fantasized about. now, john wasn't one to watch him when he was out, but he couldn't help himself today. there was something about him, something that just made john sit and watch him instead of joining in the normal soccer game. he figured out what it was, he saw those grey eyes look at him, wink at him. then there was a smirk, then he ran back into the ocean, paddling out to the upcoming wave. john got up and grabbed his towel, tossing it over his shoulder as he started his walk back to his apartment.

he groaned in disgust when he walked into his apartment, seeing the clothes of his roommate and the clothes of some woman. "greg!" john shouted, storming down the hall to his room. he opened the door to his friends room. "what did i say?" he asked angrily, watching his friend sit up in bed, a naked woman next to him.

"relax, john." greg said, rubbing his face.

"i will not relax. this is your last straw, greg." john threated then left his room, going his own room. he heard the sound of greg and the girl walking down the hall then he went to the bathroom connected to his room, starting a shower.

it was saturday so john lounged around a bit, threatened greg if he brought more girls home, fought with greg about kicking him out, then went on a run to relive his anger. he ran a few miles, stopping once he got to the gated community. he sat down in the grass, taking a breather for a few minutes before getting back up and running back to his apartment complex. from there he decided to take a walk, going to the east end of the beach where the hidden swimming hole was. it was a short climb up a small, step hill, but it wasn't hard. he climbed up it, running down the path. there was someone else down there, floating in the water. when he got closer he saw that they were laying on a surfboard and that they were no other than sherlock "scotty" holmes. he ignored the fact that he was right in front of him, laying on his surf board, his body just so perfectly sun kissed, sunglasses on, and the head of curls partly dry. he took off his shoes and socks then pulled his sweat soaked shirt off, laying it out so it could dry. then he climbed up to the small ledge at least 12 feet above the pool, then jumped in, grabbing the attention of the surfer.

"what are you doing here?" the baritone voice asked when john came up for air. he was sitting up now, legs hanging off the sides of his board.

"swimming." john retored and kept himself afloat. "what are doing here?" john asked and raised an eyebrow.

sherlock smirked and laid back on his board. "hiding from the vicious pack of fangirls that follow me around."

"what a shocker." john said sarcastically, floating on his back.

"take it you know who i am?"

"how could i not?" john asked back. "scotty holmes. your typical beach fuck boy."

sherlock chuckled. "i'm not a fuck boy." he said.

"oh i'm sure." john said sarcastically again.

sherlock sat up again and looked at the boy floating in the water. "i'm really not. i don't even like girls."

john snapped up and looked at sherlock, holding onto the edge of his board to keep himself up. "but you're so.... built." he said awkwardly, looking at his body.

sherlock laughed softly. "gay guys can be built. we're all not scrawny and over exsessive."

"but all the girls that follow you." john said, still dazed about the fact that he was gay.

"fangirls, john. they don't care of you're gay or straight, they'll come after you." sherlock said.

"how do you know my name?" john asked.

sherlock smirked. "get on." he said and moved to the end of the board.

john eyed him suspiciously before climbing up onto the board, sitting on the opposite end. "you never answered my question." he said.

"you're john watson, you live in the apartment complex with that annoying boy, what's his name? gavin? you are built well, run every day, have nice posture, perfect haircut, i believe you are planning to go into the military and have a father who was in the military, but he's not around any more, is he?"

john shook his head, sitting there in amazement.

sherlock continued, "you went to school and studied to be a doctor, and you are leaving soon for something, but not for basic because you've already done it, so i say afganistan or iraq?"

"amazing." john muttered, grinning at the boy across from him.

"that's not what people normally say." sherlock responded.

"what do they normally say?" john asked.

"piss off." sherlock said and grinned slightly.

john laughed softly. he looked at sherlock who was pushing his long chestnut curls out of his face. he loved that face, those lips, those cheekbones, and especially those eyes. god what was he feeling? some sort of attraction? he didn't know, but he did know there was a small warmth bottling up in his groin.

"i should get going, before it gets dark and greg brings home another girl." john said and slipped off the board and back into the water, he took his complete weight off the board and it was like a teeter todder; his side went up and sherlock flipped off his end. john laughed. "oh, i'm so sorry!" he said, trying to contain his laughter as sherlock appeared from under the water.

sherlock flipped his board back over and rested his elbows on it. "it's fine." he said and pushed his wet hair out of his face. he smiled at john. "i'll be a dirty rick's tonight." he said and watched the blond.

john nodded. "i'll pop in, probably." he said sheepishly.

"you should pop in. i'll but you a drink." sherlock said with a small smirk.

"oh then i'll definitely pop in." john said. "i'll always come if there's something free involved." he said and started swimming back slowly.

"what about dinner?" sherlock asked. "it's free for you, but not for me."

"is scotty holmes asking me on a date?" john asked, grinning with amusement.

red started to creep up on sherlock's cheeks. "yes."

"i'll think about it." john responded as he walked backwards onto shore, going over to his things and starting to put his shoes back on.

"well tell me tonight, what you decide." sherlock said and watch john put his shoes on.

"i will." john responded and stood up. "goodbye, scotty."

"bye, john." sherlock said with a wink then watched him run off. he climbed up onto his board and laid out on it, closing his eyes and relaxing. he thought about john, he's seen him around the beach and his apartment complex because sherlock lived in one of the houses near it. he's been keeping an eye on him for the past week and thinking about making a move, glad he finally did because it was starting to eat him on the inside.

john came dressed in jeans and a graphic tee with the acdc logo on it. he walked in and went over to the bar, sitting at it and ordering a beer. he looked around for sherlock, but he was not to be seen, but he did spot greg grinding on some girl. he ignored him and sipped his beer, glancing at the door every now and then. after thirty minutes he felt a warm hand on his lower back and that baritone voice,

"i said i was going to buy you a drink." sherlock said as he sat next to john, keeping his hand on his back.

john smiled. "lucky for you, i just finished this one." he said and set the empty bottle on the bar.

"well then," sherlock smirked and slid his hand from his back to his mid thigh, "what would you like?"

"whatever you're having."

sherlock flagged the bartender down and ordered two vodka shots. "have you given any thought on my proposal?" he asked and watched john.

"depends on how tonight ends." john said and watched the bartender fill two shot glasses in front of them.

"what's that supposed to mean?" sherlock asked.

"what ever you want it to, scotty." john smirked at him before downing a shot.

sherlock downed his. "it's sherlock." he said.

"what is?" john asked and looked at him.

"my name. sherlock is my name, scotty is just a nickname for me."

"is it?" john asked with amusement, watching him with a soft smile.

sherlock nodded. "my full name is william sherlock scott homles." he admitted.

"can i call you willy then?" john asked as his smile grew wider.

"no." sherlock said. "call me willy and you're buying the next set of drinks."

"oh then you just might have lost a date next friday at seven." john said.

sherlock laughed softly. "given it thought then?"

john nodded. "if it goes well tonight then i'll confirm it." he said then ordered another beer for him and sherlock ordered himself a glass of bourbon.

they talked for a bit, sipping their drinks. john talked about when he was leaving and where he was going then he asked about sherlock. he founded out that he was an officer at the local police department, making his way up to detective. once they finished their drinks, sherlock asked if john wanted to dance, and he said yes. so sherlock pulled john out to the group of people dancing to the music and pulled him close, slipping his hand into john's back pocket. john let him. he liked the feeling of sherlock's hand on his ass and the feeling of his chest pressed against his. then it got dirty. sherlock rolled his hips slightly to see john's reaction, and john liked it. john smirked and wrapped his arms around sherlock's neck, rolling his hips back. that started friction between the two, hot friction. it wasn't long between the both had erection dying to be let free. sherlock lost it when john kissed the showing skin on his neck, pressing his tongue to the skin.

"loo, now." sherlock growled into john's ear.

john nodded and grabbed sherlock's hand, pushing through the people to get to the back. sherlock pushed john into the loo the closed the door, locking it before pushing john up against the wall and kissing him deeply. john kissed back egarly, sliding his hand down sherlock's body then rubbing his erection through his pants.

"god, baby.." sherlock moaned softly as he pulled away from the kiss, pushing his hips into the touch.

john smirked and kept rubbing his hand over the erection. "should we move this some where else?" he asked and palmed him. "not that i wouldn't love getting on my knees and sucking you in a dirty pub loo, but i'd prefer not to."

sherlock nodded and kissed john again, pulling his hand away from his crotch. he pulled away from the kiss then unlocked the door, dragging john out of the loo then out of the pub. "my car is over here." he said and directed john to a beat up two seated pick up truck. he opened the door for john then got in himself, starting the truck up. it wasn't a long drive, but it was a tedious one. john kept his hand on sherlock's thigh, keeping it very close to his aching erection. when they reached sherlock's house, they both jumped out of the car and raced to the front door. sherlock unlocked it then pushed john inside, closing the door then pushing john against it and kissing him deeply. john kissed back, starting to unbutton sherlock's shirt. once sherlock's shirt was removed, sherlock pulled john off the door and removed his shirt, tossing it then directing him to his room. the travel there, they both took their shoes off, stumbling a bit, but then they fell back onto sherlock's bed, keeping the kiss intact. they pulled apart for air and that was when sherlock reached for a condom and the lube while john scooted back onto the bed more. sherlock set the condom and lube on the bed then moved in between john's leg, kissing his neck as he started to work his jeans off of him. john extended his neck for the boy above him and started to work on pulling his shorts off, tugging his pants down with them.

"do you need to be stretched?" sherlock asked as he rolled the condom onto himself.

john shook his head. "no, but for the love of god hurry up!" he said eagarly. 

sherlock grinned and lubed himself up, kissing john as he pushed the tip in. john moaned softly and sherlock took that as a sign to push all the way in, both of them moaning with pleasure as sherlock settled between john's legs, grabbing under his knee and pushing his knee to his chest, starting to thrust. john moaned out as the thrusts started to get harder and deeper, wrapping his arms around sherlock's neck and clawing at his back slightly with his blunt nails.

after three rounds of mind blowing sex, john stood on sherlock's back porch with a blanket wrapped around him, watching the ocean. sherlock came up behind john and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "it's lonely with out you." sherlock said softly.

john smiled timidly and leaned back against sherlock. "i leave next saturday." he said and looked up at sherlock, resting his head on his shoulder. "you're amazing, sherlock, but i don't want to get attached. and i feel like i will."

sherlock nodded and looked off at the water. "but i want to get attached." he said softly, resting his cheek on top of john's hair. "i think we should get attached." 

john moved out of sherlock's hold and stood in front of him, looking up at him. "but i leave in a week for three years in afghanistan." he said and watched sherlock frown. he sighed and hugged sherlock. "we can move our date to wednesday. then we can go out friday too, but i think it's best if we don't get attached."

sherlock nodded. "how about no strings?" he asked and pulled away from the hug. "no strings attached."

"that sounds good," john nodded. "yeah." he wrapped his arms around sherlock's neck and kissed him softly. "now lets see if that bed can handle any more." he grinned.

sherlock chuckled and smirked, picking john up the carried him back into the house, laying john down on the bed and kissing him deeply.

i might make a sequel to this, so lemme know if ya want one.