I want to see you again.

I want to see you, too.

Come out tonight? I know a place.

John bit his lip as he thought about sneaking out to meet up with Sherlock. He totally wanted to, but it just depended on how long dinner with his parents lasted and when his mother went to bed.

I'll have to see. It's a high possibility.

There's free drinks and dancing involved.

You're making it hard to say no.

I'm trying to.

Does eleven sound alright?

Sounds perfect. I'll text you the address.

John set his phone on his chest and looked up at his ceiling. Him and Sherlock have been talking for a few days and this would be the first time going out with him. He had seen him the Saturday after the party, stopping at the diner with Irene and having lunch there. Then again the next day, and the next before his mother saw where he was using his card and stopped John from eating at a "bacterial infected hoodlum diner". John sat up quickly, staring at his closet as he thought about what he was going to wear. It was going to be cold, but they'd be in the club so it'd get hot, or maybe they'd decided to do something different. John grabbed his phone and called Irene, needing her advice.

After dinner, John excused himself, saying he was tired and went upstairs, closing his door then laying in bed until he heard his mother open his door softly then close it. Once he knew he was in the clear, he got out of bed and went to his closet changing into what him and Irene had decided on. It was high waisted skinny jeans and a loose fitting yellow shirt that he had tucked in. He pulled his jean jacket over it, completing the look with his yellow old skool Vans. He checked himself in his full length mirror before grabbing his black cocoon coat and phone and before heading to his window.

I'm leaving now:)

John stuffed his phone into his pocket as he walked down the street, waiting at the main road for a cab. Once he was in a nice warm cab, he received a text from Sherlock.

Waiting outside.

Sherlock stood at the door, watching each person passing by or about to pass by. He leaned against the brick wall, reseating the urge for a smoke because he knew that John wouldn't approve and would probably leave. He pulled his coat sleeve back, checking his watch, seeing it was half past eleven. There was a feeling of doubt in his gut before he watched a cab pull up on the other side of the street then saw John on the curb once the cab left. He pushed himself off the wall and shouted John's name, watching the boy smile at him before running across the road.

"Sorry, had to sneak out." John said once he reached Sherlock.

Sherlock smiled down at him. "It's alright. Let's go in." he took John's hand in his then nodded at the bouncer before heading inside. "Drinks first or dancing?" Sherlock asked John over the noise.

"Dancing!" John responded, shrugging off his coat and leaving it with Sherlock before he ran off into the crowd of people.

Sherlock took his coat, putting it on the rack as well as John's before going after the boy, finding him in the sea of people. He placed his hands on his hips, pulling him against him as they started to rub against each other, getting lost in the rhythm of the music. Sherlock's fingers were hooked tightly into the blond's jeans as John's hands were running through the hair on the back of the waiter's head, gripping at it slightly every now and then. At one point Sherlock had leaned in and they were centimeters apart, both of them breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes before Sherlock made a move, kissing the boy deeply, getting a kiss back.

"Sherlock.." John breathed, "Please, let's go somewhere." his he's fell back as Sherlock kissed a spot on his neck, nipping at it slightly.

"My place is a shithole." Sherlock kissed John's jawline, his lips finding the boy's again.

John pulled away. "It has to be better than the loo here."

Sherlock grinned. "We're walking."

"I'm fine with that."

Sherlock took John's hand again and pulled him out of the crowd and to the front, finding their coats before heading out the door. They walked down the street with Sherlock's hand in the back pocket of John's jeans and John's arm wrapped around Sherlock's waist, leaning slightly against him as they walked.

"I love the city at night." John said, looking around.

"Do you get out much?" Sherlock asked.

John shook his head. "My mum doesn't let me out of the house past ten. I have to sneak out or say I'm staying with Irene for the night."

"So you like to go out?"

"You could say so."

"But I bet you only go to the posh clubs in the rich part of the city."

John chuckled. "Not all the time. We like to try out different places."

"Hmmm, really?"

"Yes. You like to go to posh parties."

Sherlock laughed softly. "That I do." Sherlock took a turn and started walking down an alley way. "Don't get frightened, I'm not gonna kill you or anything." Sherlock slipped his hand out John's pocket and went to an old, rusted fire escape, jumping up then pulling to the ground. "Posh first." he said with a grin.

John smiled and climbed up the fire escape, Sherlock right under him. They climbed up to the top of the building, John freezing at the sight of the city. "Wow." he said softly.

"Beautiful, innit?" Sherlock asked.

John nodded. "Gorgeous."

Sherlock wrapped himself around John, holding him against his body as they looked over the view of the lit up city. He kissed John's cheek. "My flat is just right under here. What d'you say we get out of the cold and into the heat?" he asked.

John hummed nodding. "That'd be fantastic." he took in one last look of the city before letting himself be pulled back to the fire escape by Sherlock. They stopped on a landing and Sherlock opened the widow, crawling through it first then helping John through.

The flat was small, but it had all the necessities. There was a bed, sofa with a coffee table, a kitchen with a small table and John assumed that the door led to the bathroom. John thought it was a nice little flat and liked the aesthetic way it looked. He looked over at Sherlock who was staring down at him with hopeful eyes.

"What d'you think?" the waiter asked.

"I like it." John turned to him, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock's curious hands found their way to John's hips, pulling out his tucked in shirt.

"Do you really pickpocket people?" John asked twirling the hairs on the back of the waiter's head between his fingers.

"Working just at Angelo's doesn't get me enough money." he pushed the jean jacket off the boys shoulders.

"How do I now you won't steal from me?"

"Because I've already stolen your heart." the waiter leaned in closer. "And that's enough for me." Sherlock closed the gap between them, kissing the boy deeply.

John kissed back deeply, gripping at Sherlock's hair as Sherlock backed them up to the bed. Once the back of John's knees hit the bed, he feel back and let Sherlock lean over him, feeling his fingers slip under his shirt, pushing it up. Sherlock pulled the shirt over John's head, tossing it to the floor as he started kissing down John's neck, nipping at the skin on his collar bone.

"Sherlock!" John gasped, his toes curling once Sherlock's tongue dragged over the sensitive pink bud on his peck.

Sherlock grinned and moved to the other one, rubbing the abandoned one with his thumb and index finger. There was a fist gripping tightly at his hair, pulling it and Sherlock loved it. He pulled away from the boy's chest and moved back up to his lips, kissing him again before he stood up. "Scoot back." He panted as he pulled his own shirt over his head.

John toed his shoes off, scooting back onto the bed as he pulled his jeans off, watching Sherlock undress, seeing the skull tattoo with flowers coming out it on his right shoulder and the honey combs on his left rib cage, finding him even more sexier.

"Like 'em?" Sherlock undid his jeans.

John's mouth fell open partly as he starred at the tent in the waiter's boxer and the flower with a honey bee on his left hip bone. He nodded, feeling his ears get hot as Sherlock chuckled deeply, crawling over him again.

"You really like what you see, don't you?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.

John whimpered slightly, placing his hands on Sherlock's chest.

"Verbal answer, baby."

"Yes." John breathed. He shivered, feeling the cold fingers slip into the waistband of his pants.

"Is it alright if I fuck you, John?" Sherlock asked, pulling the boy's pants down teasingly.

John nodded. "Yes. Please."

Sherlock grinned, pulling John's pants completely off him then removing his own. He leaned down and kissed John as he reached over to his night stand, opening the drawer and digging through it until his hand felt a condom and a bottle of lube.

Dear lord, thank you for what I'm about to receive. John thought as he felt the tip of Sherlock's cock pock at his entrance. He pulled away from Sherlock's lips and bit his bottom lip, letting Sherlock position himself between his legs, grabbing under his knees and pushing them to his chest.

"Oh, fuck.." John moaned as Sherlock started to slip in. He threw his head back and bucked his hips, needing more of the sensation.

Sherlock groaned slightly as he continued to push in, the tightness and heat already being just enough. He stopped halfway and looked at John who had his eyes squeezed shut and a dissatisfied look on his face. "You alright?" Sherlock as softly, gently rubbing the back of John's thigh.

John nodded, opening his eyes. He looked up at Sherlock. "Keep going."

Sherlock was hesitant, but continued to push in, letting out another groan once he was fully in and settled between the boy's legs. He let go of John's legs, letting them wrap around his hips as he leaned forward, kissing John as he slowly started to pull out, pushing back in.

"Fuck!" John moaned, wrapping his legs around Sherlock, a hand finding it's way into the curls.

Sherlock picked up the pace a little bit, watching the boy's head tilt back, exposing his adam's apple. Sherlock licked his lips and leaned down, kissing his throat, feeling the hand in his hair tighten as kissed down it.

"Harder," the boy moaned.

The waiter happily obliged, picking up his pace to where the room was filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. Sherlock stopped for a quick second, sitting up and pushing John's knees to his chest again, going deeper and much quicker this time.

"Ah! Fuck!" John moaned, gripping the sheets above his head, arching his back.

"Touch yourself." Sherlock growled.

One of John's fists released the sheets and found its way to his cock, taking it in hand and matching the stokes with the pace of Sherlock's thrusts.

"That's it, baby." Sherlock lowered himself over John again. "Now you're going to come for me and I want everyone to hear you. I want everyone to know how much you're enjoying my cock."

John's mouth fell open as his hand motions stop, climaxing all over his stomach and Sherlock's chest. "Shit, shit, shit." he muttered as Sherlock continued to thrust into him.

Sherlock kissed the blond hard and opened mouthed, thrusting roughly into him a few more times before slamming home and coming into the condom. They stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the kissing Enjoying one another.

"That was good." John panted once they pulled apart, a grin stretched across his face.

Sherlock hummed and pecked John's lips again as he pulled out. "Indeed." he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, removing his condom. He grabbed a hand towel and wet it, taking it out to John and cleaning him off, getting pulled into another snogging session before being able to clean himself off.

John got up from the bed and pulled the covers back, getting under then watched Sherlock join him. "I have to be home before my parents get up." he said softly, tracing the tattoo of a skull on Sherlock's right shoulder. "But I want to stay in bed with you."

Sherlock looked at the boy while his eyes were locked on the tattoo. He took his hand off his shoulder and kissed his knuckles. "Stay a few more hours."

A soft smile spread across John lips. He scooted closer, looking up at the waiter. "Of course. It'd be hard to stay no."

Sherlock smirked, giving the boy another kiss.