Posh and the Tramp

Six

"Just breathe, Johnny. I'll take care of it." Irene walked out of the bedroom, closing the door.

John took the overalls off quickly then pulled on the pair of black skinny jeans, going to the mirror to check himself before he went downstairs. He ran a hand through his hair then turned to the side, looking at his arse, making sure it stood out in the jeans. And it did. He hurried out of Irene's room and downstairs, stopping on the third to last step, seeing the waiter staring up at him with and open mouth.

"Hey," Sherlock spoke, his mouth turning into a grin.

John blushed. "Hey." he looked at Irene and gestured down the hall with his head, watching her nod.

"Greg, let's go get something to drink." Irene said, grabbing Sherlock's friend by the wrist and pulling him down the corridor.

John jumped off the last few steps, flinging himself onto Sherlock, getting caught by the strong arms. He smiled at the waiter and kissed him deeply, getting a kissed back as he was set down gently.

"You taste like candy floss." Sherlock said softly when they pulled apart.

"It's lip gloss. Irene put it on me earlier." John brought his hand up to his mouth to wipe the gloss off, but Sherlock's hand stopped his.

"Keep it on. I like it."

John's ears became red as he smiled helplessly. "Should we go see what Irene and Greg want to do?" he asked.

Sherlock nodded, licking his lips as he thought about other things him and the boy could do other than hanging out with Irene and Greg. His hand was taken by the boy and he was being pulled down the hall way and to the kitchen. They stopped in the door way, both of them concealing their shock as they witness Irene and Greg snogging against the counter. Irene had her arms wrapped around Greg's neck, but a wine glass in her hands. John turned around and pushed Sherlock out of the door way, running around him and into the living room, Sherlock's light steps following behind him. Sherlock caught John by the forearm, causing the boy to giggle as he pushed him onto the sofa.

"How long until they come out you think?" Sherlock asked, panting softly.

"Irene was already a bit tipsy so I give them another ten, fifteen minutes." John pushed Sherlock's bangs out of his face, smiling up at him. "And she had her third glass of wine when we went in there. Hopefully Greg had some as well because she can get a little... dominant."

Sherlock laughed softly. "Let him learn." he leaned down closer. "Now, what are we going to do?" he raised a brow.

"Well, there is a guest room upstairs. Or we could stay down here, watch a film while Irene and Greg go upstairs and wear themselves out so we don't have to hear them."

"I like the second idea, but, is there snogging involved?"

John hummed, thinking. He watched Sherlock's face soften as he lightly moved his hips, getting impatient. "I don't see why not." he shrugged.

Sherlock grinned and closed the gap between them, kissing the boy deeply and his hand slipped under the blue crop top, feeling the boy's warm skin, feeling him shiver under his touch and the soft noise that escaped the back of his throat.

They both pulled away when then heard Greg and Irene stumbling down the hallway then up the steps. The two had to keep their laughter quiet, but was soon drowning in it when they knew their friends were gone.

"I really like this lip gloss." Sherlock kissed down the boy's neck, feeling his hand grab a fistful of his hair.

"I'll have to keep that in mind then." John hummed, extending his neck as Sherlock gently bit down, starting to suck. "Maybe I'll try out the cherry one. Or the berry blast."