it was cold. it was cold and with the coats and blankets sherlock had, it was too cold. but he sucked it up and watched the game. not really the game, but more just john sitting on the side yelling at everyone to do something. they were wining which was good, but sherlock didn't know what anything else meant. it was okay though. he was really only there for john and seeing him in that rugby uniform made his mouth go dry. there was only thirty minutes, then the two hours until their dinner, when sherlock got to hug john and talk with him in person.

johnnyboy: i bet it's warm in that bus you're riding home.

sherlock smiled down at the text.

curlyholmes: so warm i'm sweating. are you cold?

he watched john smile down at his phone.

johnnyboy: you don't even know. i can't feel my feet.

curlyholmes: maybe if you get the guys to dog pile on you, you'd get warm.

john looked up and laughed, looking back down at his phone.

johnnyboy: not happening.

curlyholmes: get back to your game, captain. your team can't live with out the amazing john watson coaching them.

john huffed out a little laugh, smiling.

johnnyboy: oi, shut it. i'll talk with you later.

curlyholmes: i'll be waiting:)

john tucked his phone back into his coat pocket and focused back on the game, shouting at anderson for loosing the ball.

johnnyboy: we won!

curlyholmes: am i supposed to be proud or something?

johnnyboy: don't be a smart ass.

curlyholmes: how am i not supposed to be? i'm on a bus filled with people i can't deduce because they're just as smart as me.

johnnyboy: deduce the driver, but in your head.

curlyholmes: i already did. we're still skyping right?

johnnyboy: that's the plan

johnnyboy: i gotta go, team dinner.

curlyholmes: have fun:)

johnnyboy: i'll try:)

sherlock smirked and watched the hotel john was staying in from across the street, watching all the boys come out, walking down the street, causing a ruckus. sherlock followed them on the other side of the road, crossing once they were all inside the restaurant. greg was standing outside, waiting for him.

"he's in a good mood for now." greg said to sherlock, opening the door for him.

sherlock nodded and walked in quickly. "how has he been the rest of the trip?"

"not good. he's been up all our asses in such a bad mood that coach got after him."

sherlock took in a deep breath as he looked at the blond boy sitting at the table between two empty seats, one for greg and one for him. "call him." he said to greg.

greg nodded. "hey, john!" greg said, smiling then going over to the table.

john looked up and stood when he saw sherlock, everyone staring at him then over at sherlock. he smiled but it turned into a frown when sebastain wilkes said, "what's that fag doing here?"

"shut your fucking mouth." john growled at him. "if i hear any more comments, or insults aimed at sherlock, a week of strength when we get home." he said to the whole table.

"yes sir." they all said.

john nodded and walked over to sherlock, smiling and pulling him into a crushing hug. "i thought you were back in london?"

"we leave at seven, but i'm able to stay tonight and take a train home tomorrow." sherlock said.

john gripped onto sherlock's coat. "i'm so glad you're here. i've been having such a bad time."

"i know, greg told me."

john let go of him. "of course," he sighed. "come on, sit, there's and extra seat next to me." he smiled and grabbed sherlock's hand, pulling him to the table. he pulled the chair out for sherlock, pushing it back in when he sat down, sitting next to him.

john and sherlock had their own little date together. they talked and talked and talked, and all john's focus was on sherlock. he listened to sherlock, laughing at the jokes he tried to make and loved hearing about the science fair. the team warmed up to sherlock too, talking to him and were able to say a full sentence that wasn't an insult. sherlock didn't order anything, but john ordered him a side of chips because he needed to eat something. he ate about half of them and john ate the rest. after dinner they walked back to the hotel, sherlock and john staying behind everyone, staying in their own little bubble. when they got up to the room john was staying in, the other boys went to different rooms, wanting to leave john and sherlock be.

"so what d'you wanna do now?" john asked sherlock.

"i have my laptop, we can watch a film." sherlock suggested.

"yeah, i'm just gonna change first." john said then grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.

sherlock quickly changed into his pajamas then got in one of the beds with his laptop, looking for something to watch. "what do you want to watch?" sherlock asked john when he walked out of the bathroom.

"have you ever seen james bond?" john asked.

sherlock shook his head, "no."

"what?" john was amazed. "we are watching the first one then." he smiled and climbed into bed with sherlock.

sherlock smiled and downloaded the first bond movie. "i take it you love these movies."

"of course! who wouldn't?" john asked.

sherlock laughed softly at john. "if i'm watching this, then you're watching the very first star trek."

john groaned. "enough with the star trek!"

"i watched the lord of the rings for you!" sherlock said. "i watched those movies and now i'm watching james bond. you will watch star trek if i have to tape you to a chair." sherlock said.

"fine," john sighed. "just play the movie." he said and laid down, smiling up at sherlock.

sherlock smiled and played the movie, getting under the covers with john, laying close to john, resting his head on his shoulder.

after the movie was over, they raided the vending machine and talked for hours, laughing and telling jokes. john even let sherlock draw on his cast, and he let no one do that. they cuddled again and watched the first star trek movie once they ran out of snacks.

"john?" sherlock asked softly, getting a hum from john in response. "what are we?" he asked, sitting up and looking down at him.

john paused the movie and looked at sherlock. "what do you think we are?"

"we're simply best friends, but we have confessed our feelings for one another, and i didn't want to say anything else because of your dad, but i still like you, john."

"i still like you, sherlock." john smiled soflty. "i've always liked you." he said and pulled sherlock down to him.

"really?" sherlock breathed as john got closer, watching the boy closely, his pupils dilating.

john nodded, "yeah." he whispered and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips softly against sherlock's. sherlock kissed back gently, not knowing what to do then pulled back. john closed the laptop and laid it on the floor, pulling sherlock close to his chest, holding him. actually having sherlock in his arms and it wasn't some dream.

"i've always like you." john whispered, kissing sherlock's head.

sherlock nodded and nuzzled into john's chest, inhaling the sweet scent of him. "me too." he said into his chest. "so.. boyfriends?" he asked softly.

"boyfriends," john smiled softly and dozed off, knowing he'd wake up with sherlock next to him and not on some screen, but in person.