after coffee, sherlock and john exchanged numbers and agreed on a second date. they talked for hours before finally deciding it was time to stop their conversation before it got too late. they both left with smiles on their face as they went the opposite directions.

the following wednesday, they met for another date at the local diner. everything was set aside form their families and they were just them. they ate then they both agreed to walk around a bit. sherlock ended up walking john all the way back home even though he drove to the dinner. they scheduled another date for saturday, then sherlock gave john a goodnight kiss, causing the boy to get flustered and trip over his feet, stumbling into the house.

john closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath in. "who was that boy?" his mother's voice asked.

john's body snapped into place, standing up straight as he looked at his mother. "just someone." he said and glanced at the hardwood floor.

"john." his mother said, walking closer to him. "you know i'm fine with you being gay." she assured him. 

john looked up and made eye contact with her. "i know," he sighed. "i just know you won't approve of who i'm... seeing." he admitted. "especially dad." he muttered under his breath.

"we'll see about that." she said and gave her son a wink before walking back into the living room.

john let out a breath of relief then went up to his room, closing the door and locking it before he changed and laid in bed, not being able to get sherlock off his mind.

saturday was a bit different. but it was a good different. sherlock invited john over to the holmes manor and they watched a movie in their personal home cinema. it was nice, except for the spacing between the seats. eventually during the movie, john got up and went to sherlock, sitting in his lap before turning his attention back to the movie. during the rest of the movie, john shifted the way he was sitting a bit. then he felt something poking at his thigh and he knew exactly what it was. after thinking for a few minutes, he looked up at the brunette who was trying so very hard to keep his focus on the movie, but john saw in his eyes that he was just longing for his built up tension to be released. so, john stood up and then straddled sherlock's lap, kissing him deeply. sherlock kissed back hungrily, pulling the boy closer to him.

john stayed over that night. it was a very eventful night, to say the least. sherlock was thankful his parents were out of town and none of the maids were supposed to work.

they continued their relationship for months, keeping in undercover from their parents pretty well. only their closest friends knew which were irene and greg and molly. the weeks sherlock's parents left for business was when he invited everyone over and they just hung out. the smoked a bit and sometimes they got hammered, but it was all good fun. everyone was distracted in the cinema so john and sherlock were able to sneak out and go up to sherlock's room.

the next day, john stayed over. in the morning, everyone was gone so sherlock drove john home to get some clothes then they went back to the holmes manor and sherlock made them breakfast while john took a shower.

"smells good." john said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen. "looks good, too." he hummed as he eyed over sherlock's bare top.

sherlock turned and looked at the boy. "hope you like omelettes." he said then turned back to the stove.

john walked up behind sherlock and hugged him, getting on his tipi toes and peeking over sherlock's shoulder. "hurry up," john muttered into sherlock's shoulder. "i'm hungry."

sherlock chuckled and placed the omelette from the pan on a plate, turning the stove off.  "just a sec. go sit." sherlock said then went over to where he placed the plate.

john sighed and let go over sherlock, going to the island and sitting on a stool.

sherlock placed a plate in front of john, kissing his cheek before sitting next to him.

after breakfast, the two went back down to the home cinema and sherlock hooked his laptop up to the projector and they watched netflix for the most of the day. for lunch they ate what they found in the fridge and then for dinner they were both indecisive so they ordered pizza, chinese and sushi. sherlock also stole a bottle of wine from his mother's rack and they drank it with their dinner as they watched some disney movie on netflix.

they didn't go up to sherlock's room until a little after one in the morning. they left their mess and sherlock carried john upstairs. sherlock laud john in bed and pulled the blankets over him then went around the manor and made sure the lights were off and the doors were locked before going back upstairs. sherlock didn't sleep, he just spooned john while he slept, staring into nothing as his mind thought about how long john and him could keep their relationship a secret. he thought maybe a few more months at the least. the thought ran through his mind as he eventually drifted off to sleep.

in the morning, sherlock woke up before john and decided to make breakfast for them again. he managed to unhook john from him and get out of bed with out waking him. as he walked to the kitchen he thought about making pancakes for the both of them, but then he decided waffles were better. after a thirty minutes, john appeared behind sherlock, hugging his back and pressing his face into his shoulder.

"it's cold with out you," john whined.

sherlock chuckled and turn around to john, pulling him to his chest and looking down at the blond. his hair was sticking up in all different places and he had a faint smile on his lips. sleep never looked better. "i wanted to make breakfast."

"but you made it yesterday."

"and?" sherlock asked with a small laugh.

"this morning we were supposed to stay in bed." john said then rested his head on sherlock's chest, running a hand down his thigh. "i think breakfast can wait." he said and peeked at the brunette who had a smirk plastered on his face.

"i think it can too." sherlock agreed, tilting john's chin up until their lips met. the kiss was slow and sloppy with lots of groping. sherlock let his hands trail down john's sides then he cupped his arse, getting a small gasp from the boy.

someone cleared their throat, causing boy the boys to stop what they were doing and look at the person where the sound came from.

"dad." sherlock said, stepping forward as he slowly pushed john back behind him. "you and mum weren't supposed to be back until wednesday."

the tall man stepped forward as a look of anger spread across his face. "they didn't need me there the entire time." he said and looked at the boy standing behind his son. "who is that?" he asked harshly.

"it's no one, dad." sherlock assured him. "just give him a few minutes and he'll be gone."

mr holmes shook his head. "it is someone." he said and peeked around his son. his face went blank as he looked back at his son. "get him out of my house." the man said sternly. "get him out before i do it myself!" the man roared.

sherlock nodded and grabbed john, pulling him to the back door then going outside with him. he walked john to the garage then got into his car. lucky enough, the keys were already in there.

the car ride was silent. john was too scared to say anything and sherlock was too mad and upset to speak. he pulled up to john's house and out the car in park, letting them sit there in silence. "i'll get your stuff and drop it off later." sherlock said, staring at his steering wheel.

john nodded. "okay." he said in barely a whisper. "what are we going to do?" he asked, fixing his gaze on sherlock.

sherlock shrugged. "we'll see. i mean, my dad's going to beat me when i get home and i'm pretty sure he'll contact your dad." sherlock said with a sigh, leaning back into his seat. he looked at john and gave a faint smile to him. "we'll just have to sit and wait for the storm to blow over before we do anything."

john nodded. "yeah, okay." he said. "will you call tonight?" he asked.

"depends."

"okay," john said softly then got out of the car. he turned around to look at sherlock, but he was already down the road. he took in a deep breath then headed inside his house. he went up to his room, passing his father's office without him noticing.

sherlock sat in his car for a while. when he eventually got out, his father was still standing in the kitchen. "you're a disgrace to this family." mr holmes spat at his son. "first you don't want to go into the family business, then you come out, and now you're dating a watson. a watson."

"i'm not your property, dad. i can do whatever the hell i want with myself!" sherlock exclaimed, putting his foot down.

"don't you dare talk to me like that, young man!" mr holmes said strongly, stepping forward towards his son.

"too bad!" sherlock practically yelled. "i'm twenty, i don't need you controlling me like your fucking puppet! this is my life and i will love who i want to love. and you can't tell me different because i stopped give a shit about your opinions when i was fifteen." sherlock said strongly, placing his ground. he stared at his father who had steam practically blowing out of his ear. "i love john watson and there is nothing you can do to change that." sherlock said as he stepped closer to his father. "i'm in love with another boy who happens to be a watson."

mr holmes took in a deep breath then spit at his son. "get out of my house." he said then stormed off.

sherlock wiped the spit off his cheek then sprinted up to his room.

"sherlock?" john voice asked groggily through the phone. "it's four in the morning."

"i know, i know," sherlock sighed. "i bought a flat in london and i have my shit packed and i just want to know if you're on board."

"for what?"

"to leave. to get out of this shit hole away from our families. i know what your dad did, greg texted me."

john sighed. "where are you right now?"

"london."

"come by tomorrow night. i'll be ready then."

"great." sherlock chuckled.

"can i go back to sleep?"

"yeah, just one more thing."

"what?"

"i love you."

"i love you, too, romeo."

"oi," sherlock laughed. "shut it, juliet."

john chuckled. "i'll call in the morning."

"alright. have a wonderful night's rest, o sweet juliet."

john scoffed. "shut up." he muttered before hanging up.

the following night, john sat outside with a suitcase full of clothes and two moving boxes filled with his things. his mom helped him, wanting him to get away from home because she knew what her husband would really do. she didn't care about john dating sherlock, she just wanted her son to be happy and she could tell he was with sherlock. she took john's father out for dinner to distract him while john waited for sherlock and john couldn't thank her enough.

the maroon honda pulled into john's drive way and sherlock got out, instantly going to john and hugging him. "are you okay?" he asked.

john nodded and hugged back. "fine."

sherlock pulled away and cupped john's face, looking at the black eye and busted lip. he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead then pecked his lips. "you can sit in the car and i'll get your stuff." sherlock said.

john nodded and walked to the car, getting in. he watched sherlock put his things in the trunk, staring at his house. when sherlock got in, his train of thought broke.

the flat was nice. john liked it, it wasn't too small or too big and it was in central london. he didn't know how sherlock could afford it and all sherlock said was that he was close to the land lady. he also mentioned that it was where he stayed when classes started up again, but it wasn't his or anything. but now it is. it's his and john's. and they both knew it was a big step to move right in with each other, but they knew it would work out.