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Chance Meeting	By : Bella_Watson_Holmes Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jim came back home and John was watching TV.
"So, how is my son doing?" Jim asked his son pulling him close as he sat next to him.
"Fine, just tired" John told his father as his breathing got heavier.
"Do you have any homework?" Jim felt down John body making the boy feel uncomfortable.
"No." John answered while trying not look at his father.
Jim forced John on his lap and started kissing his neck. He started to kiss John but something was different. Jim didn't say anything at first but, after the third kiss he grabbed John's throat. He looked into John's eyes and knew he did something. He had a guilty look. Jim threw the boy to the floor.
"You told him!" Jim yelled, standing over John.
"I didn't!" John lied in hopes that Jim would fall for it.
Jim kicked John in the stomach as he got up, "Don't you dare lie to me!"
"Okay I told him... He has proof." John said, whimpering from the pain as he sat up.
Jim walked off out of John's sight. John tried standing up but the pain was too much. His father came back in the room holding a buck knife; John saw the knife and froze in fear. Jim pulled him by his shirt collar and laid him on the couch before straddling the boy.
"I told you to be a good boy didn't I?" Jim asked, pressing the knife to his son neck.
"Yes!" John choked out.
"I am going to give you something I didn't give to your mother." Jim said grinning, "Now that he knows our little secret, We can't let him tell anyone." Jim move the knife along John's neck before continuing, "You're going to help me bring down Sherlock Holmes or died a slow painful death, you do understand?" Jim asked John, making eye contact.
"Yes, father." John managed to get out.
"So which will it be? Your choice." Jim said, grinning.
John was scared of his father, but he was more scared of death. It seemed like forever that the knife was against his neck. John didn't want to bring any harm to Sherlock, but he didn't want to die either. John tried relaxing his body.
"So, son, what will it be?" Jim asked impatiently.
"I...I will help." John stuttered out. The knife left his neck. He was so glad the knife wasn't there that he didn't even realize that his father got off of him.
"Tomorrow I am going to be out of town. You will convince Mr. Holmes to come here alone just to 'talk', right?" Jim asked John.
"Yes." John said as Jim pulled him close.
"I am going to hide a camera in your room; you're going to seduce him. That shouldn't be hard." Jim paused before making eye contact, "Am I right?"
"N...no." John stuttered.
The next day at school, John was standing outside Sherlock's class room trying to get the nerve up to talk to Sherlock. He finally got it and walked in.
"John, you look like you went through hell." Sherlock stated.
"Bad night, but um… my dad's out of town and I was hoping you could give me a ride home today." John said.
"Um… sure. I'd be glad to. You sure you don't want Mycroft to arrange it?" Sherlock asked.
"No, no. I want to talk you today in private." John told him as he got nervous.
"Alright, you know where to meet me." Sherlock said, getting back to his work as John left the class room.
After School, John waited outside the view of cameras waiting for Sherlock. His stomach was in knots knowing what he was doing was wrong. Sherlock's car pulled up and John stepped in buckling up.
"So, is everything okay?" Sherlock asked, worried.
"Sort of, it's normal. He's being my father… He's out for the night on a business trip or something." John lied.
Sherlock pulled up in front of the house. "Can we talk inside please?" John asked.
"Yeah. You sure it's okay if I go in?" Sherlock asked cautiously.
"Yeah, he's not coming back 'till tomorrow evening. I swear!" John insisted.
The two stepped into the house. Sherlock looked around, stunned almost at how nice the house was. Sherlock sat on the couch where he saw a spot of blood on the carpet; he looked at John who was putting his school stuff away.
"You want a drink?" John asked nervously.
"Water. John you look nervous." Sherlock stated.
"Yeah, I want to ask you something." John said, bringing him a glass of water.
"Then ask before you lose your nerve." Sherlock smiled.
"Um…" John took a deep breath before continuing, "D…Do you have feelings for me?"
"You sure you want to know that answer? It's not even right to ask. You're my student." Sherlock said.
"Yes I…I know. But, from the start you wanted to help, which can only mean you care. I just want to know." John stated, getting as close as he could.
"John, I admit I like you. I really do! But, nothing can happen-" Sherlock was cut off by John kissing him; he pushed John away. He saw John run down the hall before he could say anything. Sherlock felt his growing erection. "Oh no." He murmured before he decide to talk to John, "John!" He called out.
"In here." John replied, standing in a doorway. He disappeared into the room where he went to sit on his bed.
"Um… I don't know what to say. I can get in trouble for that." Sherlock said, sitting in the chair at the desk.
"You didn't seem to mind. You want me just as bad as I…I want you." John stuttered. He really did want to be with Sherlock, but by his choice, not forced to seduce him.
"John, you're only sixteen."
Once again he was cut off by John kissing him, but this time he gave in.
"John we can't." Sherlock gasped when they broke for air.
"Please." John begged in fear. Sherlock saw the expression, realizing John was scared but not from the idea of being with Sherlock for the first time.
Sherlock took a deep breath and kissed John with passion pulling him close before breaking for air but keeping him close enough to whisper, "What did Jim say to you?"
"He'll kill me." John whispered back.
"You have a condom?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah." John answered against Sherlock's lips as Sherlock leaned in to kiss him. Sherlock laid him on the bed and crawled atop him. John removed Sherlock's shirt moaning as Sherlock touched him gently. Sherlock got between John's legs, kissing him softly before pulling off John shirt. He noticed the bruise on John's stomach. The teen pulled Sherlock into a kiss. John undid Sherlock's pants, exposing his dick. John undid his own pants, pulling them off with the help of Sherlock. John pulled the condom from his nightstand.
"You sure you want to go all the way?" Sherlock asked
"Yeah." John answered, kissing him.
Sherlock looked to the nightstand, "Do you have any lotion? I need something to lube you up with." John thought for a moment, trying to recall if there was any in the house. "I think there is some in the bathroom, let me get it." The teen got up and padded into the bathroom, rummaging around under the sink until he found a small bottle of hand cream. "I hope this works."
"Sherlock, is this alright?" John asked, holding up the bottle. Sherlock glanced at the door and nodded. "That should suffice, come here now."
John crawled onto the bed and awkwardly glanced at Sherlock as the teacher read the ingredients on the back of the bottle. "It's water based so this shouldn't hurt if there's a small tear." The elder muttered as he removed the cap and put a little on his fingers. He massaged the lotion to warm it up between his fingers before he had John turn around and present his bottom to him.
"Now, relax best you can. This will feel weird, but you need to relax or else it would hurt."
John screwed his eyes shut and tried to push the guilt and negative feelings out of his mind, focusing on the deep baritone voice of his teacher to help relax his muscles.
"Good." Sherlock murmured, his finger slowly sliding into the boy as he relaxed. He carefully prepared him to ensure no pain would be felt before he opened and rolled the condom onto his dick. He applied the lotion to his aching need and carefully lubed himself up, making sure there was more than necessary to not hurt the boy.
"Ready?" he whispered, his breath ghosting across the younger mans neck. The boy nodded, whimpering slightly as the teacher delicately kissed his neck before slowly entering him.
It didn't take long before the two were lost in a passionate frenzy, finishing quickly and ending with the two panting a top each other. They shared a brief kiss before attempting to catch their breath after such vigorous activities.
From a hotel not far away, Jim felt a maniacal grin slide across his face. Gotcha.
The night ended with John's whispered, "I'm sorry."
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