Woah... cute person

Sherlock Holmes. Weirdo of the college. Thin, pale, and queerer than hell. He wears skirts, is addicted to crime TV, and is the smartest person anyone knows. Only eighteen years old and in his third year of college classes.

Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he's rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he's said so himself. He's turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he's ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn't even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser.

Then there's John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who's ever caught Sherlock's eye. The short light haired man was in one of Sherlock's anatomy classes. It's actually the only class he's attended for a full year, both semesters.

Sherlock had come in to get his final exam on the second week and he had spotted him. Strong build, cute face, but what really caught Sherlock was his hands. They were by no means big but they looked so... strong. Sherlock had told the professor to ' never mind ' and made his way to the other boy.

John was in the middle of talking to some girl. Molly might have been her name. Sherlock had tried to swing his hips a bit and bounce a little bit more in his mid length skirt. He had picked out his plain black skirt and a purple tight button up.

John had looked at him and stopped talking.

This... person. This person looked amazing. Amazing in a model kind of way. A natural kind of sculpture way. Tall, slim, high cheekbones, trim waist, curly short hair, and breathtaking eyes. Blue and crystal like diamonds or rain droplets. His eyes caught on the way the bottom of the skirt bounced up slightly with each step they took, revealing just a sliver of porcelain skin above the high tops and plain grey crew socks.

Molly also looked but then sighed. She rolled her eyes and made a fake smile.

"Hi Sherlock. What are you doing here? Taking your final?" Molly asked and John looked confused for a moment. Sherlock gave Molly a face. A Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking bitch kind of stink face. Molly Hooper. He had rejected her multiple times before she finally got the hint. Now she isn't his biggest fan.

"No Molly, I'm here to take the class actually." Sherlock said and then stepped up to John. Sherlock smiled and looked down at him. He tried to make his heart stop thumping against his chest but that attempt was failing.

John was even better to see up close. A good specimen of a human male. Clean hair, washed face, focused eyes, clean ears, close shaven and smooth skin. The few flaws he saw made him even more attracted. Razor burn under his jaw, slight bags under his eyes, not so neat hair, chapped lips. Sherlock had to force himself not to sigh at the sight.

"Hi." Sherlock said in an almost strained voice.

John blushed and bit and then smiled and tried his best to keep his eyes on the other person's but... wow nice body. Lanky and thin yet so… something. Something John couldn't put his finger on.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you. I'm John Watson." John said and stuck out his hand, shaking himself out of his study of the other. Sherlock smiled and bit his bottom lip looking down at the extended hand. He gently shook it, he didn't shake many people's hands. He didn't touch many people.

When his hand met John's he made three observations. One being that John had very warm hands. Warm and calluses and not sweaty but so lovely warm. The second being that John Watson must type very fast and must do many things with his hands because they're quite muscular. Almost oddly muscular for hands. Thick and strong and warm hands that Sherlock hands to touch more. He made one more observation as he pulled his hand away. John Watson either hates him, wants to have sex with him, or is scared of him. His heartbeat quickened a noticeable amount in the short few seconds their hands were together.

"It's really nice to meet you John. Where're you going to sit? Maybe we can sit together? I'm Sherlock by the way..." Sherlock said and looked around. He couldn't deny that his heartbeat was also elevated. John Watson was… attractive. Sure Sherlock knew John was good looking by society's standards but he'd never thought he'd be truly attracted to someone's looks. And He was very attracted to John's good looks and strong stature.

Molly was kind of glaring at him but she turned and walked off. Wonderful. Alone time with John. Well… alone kind of.

John nodded and looked over at where he was going to sit with a few other pep club members but he decided against it.

"Um, over there. I… just haven't put my stuff down yet." He said as he confidently walked over to a seat in the back corner at one of the many blue two person tables. Sherlock happily followed him, smile wide on his face.

"I love sitting in the back, it makes me more comfortable in the summer." Sherlock said and slid in the seat next to John, who looked at him curiously.

Sherlock put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his upturned palms. He let his eyes settle on a straying blonde hair that was sticking to the other's forehead. He likes looking at John. Easy on the eyes most people would say. Sherlock rather thought that John was perfectly asymmetrical. He'd like to see his body without his sweater. Or shirt. Or pant- I need to see him without his pants. Sherlock thought and felt his face heat up.

"Why? Are the fans back here?" John said and looked up at the ceiling confused about his comment. Sherlock giggled a bit and smiled. It shook him from his… not so modest thoughts. But not too shaken. No… not shaken enough.

"No~ I always feel like the professors are looking up my skirts. And ya know getting stared at when people give presentations. I'd much rather sit back here and be able to sit comfortably." Sherlock explained and spread his legs out so his knee was touching John's. He was smiling softly. He could feel the heat radiating from John's leg even through the thick fabric of his skirt and the denim of John's jeans. John blushed and looked to the side, his mind was whirling around a bit.

"Oh... well I suppose that does help. Uh do you mind me asking um well ya know um..." John struggled; he wanted to ask what Sherlock identified as but he didn't want to say it wrong. John was already caught in his grasp but he didn't want to offend him. Honestly John was just hoping Sherlock wasn't just teasing. Sure John had had quite a few girlfriends while he was attending uni but… Sherlock had an air about them something… weirdly compelling. Oddly attractive. Magnetic and almost addictive. Weird and John loves it.

Sherlock smiled and let out a small breath of air from his nose before answering.

"Oh John, you're so cute. I'm a man, I just like to be comfortable. Honestly if I hated myself anymore I believe I would simply melt. Dressing... a certain way makes me happy. But if you were wondering, I am a cis man." Sherlock said and watched John nod. John wasn't gay. Not completely. He just wasn't straight. Not gay. Not straight.

John tried to look Sherlock up and down in a bit of a not obvious way but failed. He couldn't help but look from his knobby ankles to where his skirt hugged his waist to where the buttons on his shirt pulled tight over his thin chest to his eyes. God those eyes. Piercing and knowing. Like Sherlock knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sherlock smirked and reached out with one hand to trace down John's bicep with one finger. Causing John's eyes to go big and surprise. He held still though, keeping still and staring at the other pers-man. The other man.

"You know John, you're quite handsome. Oh~ strong too." Sherlock said and used his fingers to press into the thick muscle that was hidden beneath the other boy's cream colored sweater. He just wanted to get a sense of what was hiding under the winter clothes. It only made his heart beat pick up even more and make him more intrigued. He just needed to know what John looked like under all his clothes, what he looked like in just his skin.

John blushed and coughed into his hand. Finally pulling away from the gentle examination.

"Thank uh Thank you." John said and looked awkwardly away from Sherlock.

' Does he not like me? Maybe he's just straight. Ugh I thought he was bi. I mean he cuffs his jeans... that could be because he's so short. Is that a stereotype? I'm a stereotype. I shouldn't judge him on what he wears. Maybe I'm just not his type. 'M never anyone I like's type.. .' went through Sherlock's mind. He's not really ever liked that many people but even the few he has they never liked him back. They've just called him a freak or a weirdo and passed him on. Sherlock's smile dropped and he pulled his backpack around to sit on the table. He pulled out his notebook and his pen. John just dropped his bag onto the floor and fished out his own note taking supplies.

Sherlock couldn't help but notice that he had a green pencil with sparkles on it. Cute. He thought and looked back at his own paper.

Once the lecture started Sherlock didn't pay much attention to the old man speaking. No, he paid attention to the way John held his pencil and wrote in a sloppy way. He wrote like someone who's used to typing. Sloppy but clear enough to know what the words were. Another characteristic Sherlock found endearing. John will have such a bad doctor's script he thought and then blushed and looked back down at his paper. Sherlock doodled and scratched around until the lecture was over.

"You didn't take any notes. Do you want to borrow mine." John said as he looked over at the curly haired boy's notebook. Sherlock closed his notebook and packed it away in his bag, shaking his head. The last few minutes he'd been so distracted watching the muscles in the back of John's hand flex and move he'd become… hot under the collar a bit.

"Don't need them. I'll remember it." Sherlock said and smiled at John and then hurried out to his next class, backpack slung around his shoulders. He was glad the fabric of his skirt was thick enough to hide the small bulge that was definitely pushing the front of his boxer briefs forward.

John was so confused. Why was Sherlock acting like this now? Was John reading into this too far by thinking Sherlock wanted to be friends? More than friends? John left it. Might be a fluke. Fuckin' suck if it's a fluke. He's hot.

Sherlock went about his day as always and so did John. It was easy to go about your day and pretend nothing happened. No sparks were flying. Nope. There was no mutual attraction. No way.