When Sherlock walks into the booth, Jim lets out a small gasp and grins widely. He waves and approaches Sherlock, looking like a man on a mission. Sherlock pauses mid-step and swallows nervously, eyes on the approaching YouTuber.

"Ah, Sher! I'm glad it's you. Listen, I need to quickly take a phone call. You won't get less face time, don't worry. I just really need to go take this call" Jim points to the phone he held in his hand.

Sherlock blinks at the device, only just registering that Jim held a phone. It was scary how much he missed when around this boy.

"Um, yeah" Sherlock part mumbles the words, looking up to Jim's face with a small smile. "Take your time"

Grinning, Jim leans forward and plants a kiss on Sherlock's cheek before he turns in his heel and exits the booth through a curtain that said 'EXIT' above it.

Sherlock fell back against the wall, eyes wide as his chest heaved.

Did that really just happen?

Jim... Jim kissed his cheek!

Breathe, Sherlock, breathe. He instructs himself over and over, staring down at the floor as he works on calming his emotions down - and storing out his breathing problem that only occured when a crtain cheeky Irish boy was involved.

Sherlock allows a smile to slide onto his face. It was odd how quickly Jim had warmed up to him and even though Sherlock knew Jim was friendly with all his fans, he felt like this was different. Just now, when Jim said about the phone call, the cutie had address him in a way you would a friend. As if telling Sherlock he had to step out was less awkward than explaining to another fan.

It made Sherlock feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He sort of felt liked he'd walked into one of the many fan fictions he'd read about Jim. Boy goes to meet-n-greet, Jim instantly likes boy, boy and Jim spend time together, boy and Jim date.

As cliché and repetitive as those stories got, Sherlock wouldn't mind his life going along those lines.

Having collected him, Sherlock pushes off the wall and moves to sit on the sofa in the corner of the room that was probably for Jim during the five to fifteen minute breaks he got between meeting all the fans. Jim didn't seem the type to let Sherlock just stand there so Sherlock figured it was okay to sit for a bit.

He pulls out his phone and taps out as message to Molly, letting her know what was happening in case Jim's phone call took a while. It did seem important and Sherlock knew that Jim hated to disappoint his fans, so it must be really important for him to pause in the meet-n-greet/photoshoots with his fans. Or, as the fans called themselves, his Subjects.

That fan name was inspired by the popular sketch Honey, You Should See Me In A Crown. Moriarty was their King. Sherlock often found himself forgetting they actually have a queen at the moment. All the things he read online about Kings made it his go-to saying when discussing monarchs.

Sherlock runs a hand over his face and when his palm drags over his cheek, he finds himself smiling. God. He still couldn't believe Jim gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He could feel said cheeks turning red as he wondered what Jim's lips would feel like on his lips.

When Jim returns, he's got a big smile on his face that makes Sherlock immediately jealous of whoever Jim was on the phone to - be it friend, mother or brother (not that Jim had a brother). Sherlock finds himself wondering if Jim has a boyfriend but stops the thought before he gets down in the dumps.

Standing Sherlock greets Jim. "Hey."

The photogrpaher begins to set up as Jim smiles at Sherlock. "Thanks for letting me do that. I just needed to talk to my mum about something quite important" 

Sherlock shakes his head. "No worries. Glad I could help"

He was also very, very glad that Jim had just been speaking to his mother.

The photogrpaher clears his throat and if looks could kill, the glare Sherlock sent his way would have struck him dead in a heartbeat. Jim laughs, seeing the glare and that causes Sherlock to blush because really he couldn't control it. He just wanted to spend all his time with Jim.

Jim's fingers wrap around Sherlock's wrist and he pulls him towards the area clearly meant for the fans and Jim to stand when the photo was taken. Sherlock blinks, far too focused on the way Jim was almost holdig his hand to realise he was being stood in front of a camera.

"Three.." The photographer starts to count down.

Sherlock looks up, surprised. Jim laughs and leans down, pressing his lips to Sherlock's pink cheek just as the photogrpaher says 'one' and the camera flashes.

"Wait, what?" Sherlock asks as Jim pulls back. "Was that the picture?"

"You're so adorable, you know.. and yes, it was"

Sherlock blinks, still dazed. "So.. I now own a picture with you kissing my cheek?"

"Adorable" Jim stays, partly to himself.

One of the bodyguards leans in the entrance door then and makes a 'wrap it up' gesture to Jim. Not looking happy, Jim nods before he leads a dazed Sherlock to the exit and bids him a farewell.

Sherlock barely manages to find Molly and John without hurting himself, he was that shocked. Molly had wrapped her arm around Sherlock's shoulder, soothing him, as John went to collect the photo for Sherlock at the little booth by the exit.

*

"Dar do atchin' Mor-ee-ary?" Molly asks, a Wham bar hanging out of her mouth as she leans forward on the bed, trying to see the screen of Sherlock's laptop.

Sherlock presses the space bar and turns to face her. Their room had two double beds in and, being a girl, Molly got one to herself while Sherlock and John had to share one. Molly currently sat on her bed, surrounded by sweet wrappers while Sherlock sat on his and John's bed, watching YouTube videos.

"Yes, I am" Sherlock nods.

The shower from the bathroom stops then and both of them glance towards the door that led to the bathrrom before Molly leans forward more and nods to the laptop. "'itch un?"

"Molly, you sound like an idiot with that in your mouth.. and it's one of his Christmas specials"

Molly shrugs and sits back, focused on sucking the sweet again. Sherlock pulls a face as she makes a horrid slurping noise.

Just as Sherlock turns back to the laptop, the bathroom door opens and John walks out in nothing but a towel. He has a smaller towel in his hands, rubbing his hair. Molly pulls the sweet out of her mouth and looks him over.

"Your tan is all crooked. You, sir, are shit at sunbathing"

John laughs. "Thanks, Mols. I think you're pretty too"

Molly sticks her tongue out before nodding to Sherlock. "Just after you got in the shower, Sherlock asked if he could go see Jim by himself tomorrow and I said we'd discuss it"

Sherlock hits pause and turns a little, interested in their conversation now. John sits on the bed, facing Molly as he continues to towel his hair.

"We did promise his mum we'd stick together.. but what she don't know won't hurt, right?" John smiles at them.

Grinning, Sherlock lanuches himself at his friend and hugs him. He pulls back quickly, making a face. "Ugh, you're still all wet. What the hell, John?! Get off the bed"

John laughs and falls back on the bed. "I can't bothered"

"Get off the bed or I'm telling all our parents you sat in front of Molly naked" Sherlock threatens.

John narrows his eyes, looking disbelieving. He stills stands, though, not wanting to risk it. When it came to Molly, all their parents were protective of her when it came to boys and he'd be murdered if Sherlock told them that.

"You're mean" John pouts before walking to his suitcase to pick out some pyjamas. "So, going back to the conversation we were having before I went to shower - do you think Jim's going to ask you on a date, Sher? From what you said, he seems to like you"

Sherlock freezes, eyes on the screen of his laptop were Jim sat in a Santa hat, grinning and holding up a hand made Christmas card that he got from a fan. His breathing picks up as he imagines that gorgeous face asking him on a date.

John glances over his shoulder before looking to Molly. "Did I break him?"

Molly leans forward and stretches across to the over bed, waving a hand in front of Sherlock's face. Sherlock blinked but otherwise didn't move. "Yep" She replies, sitting back and going back to the pile of sweets she had.

John turns back to his case, picking out pyjamas and underwear. They were both very much used to Sherlock just losing himself in his thoughts and not bothering to reply to them - it was very common when it came to Jim as well.

A while later, Molly is curled up in her bed with a teddy, snoring lightly (she had got all hyper from the sugar and then crashed faster than John had ever seen) and John is reading his book. Sherlock's laptop had locked itself long ago but Sherlock still just blinked at the screen. When he does move more than his eyes, he groans.

"Bit stiff from shutting down?" John asks, turning the page.

Sherlock just whimpers, nodding. He moves his laptop and crawls under the covers.

"John?"

"Hm?"

"Tomorrow.. If Jim asks-"

"You say yes"

It's silent for a moment. "Okay. Thanks"

"You're welcome, Sherlock" John leans over to the lamp and switches it off placing his book down on the bedside table. "Night"

"Night.."