Chapter Text
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I’ll know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
“I didn’t know it was his birthday actually,” Jonathan replied looking briefly at Sock before returning his glaze back to Rachel. The resemblance was uncanny. Rachel had Sock’s eyes and brown hair though hers was kept in a French twist and didn’t look like it would be in perpetual bed hair like Sock’s.
She just let out a long suffering sigh, “That’s just like him. Nappy didn’t want us to make the trip down for his birthday.” Rachel began sniffing in the beginnings of tearing up.
“Mom,” Sock exhaled feeling a little bit guilty over making his mother cry even though he knew she was faking it. “I didn’t want to bother you. It’s just my birthday, it’s not a big deal. You didn’t have to travel all the way here just for that.”
Jojo raised her brow at him. See what I have to put up with? She tried to convey as Rachel wiped her eyes with the end of her cardigan. “After everything I do for you, why wouldn’t you thank your mother for coming all this way? Children are so ungrateful these days.”
All three sat as she stormed off into the kitchen. Eyeing Jojo, Sock lowered his head in resignation before getting up to comfort and please his very distraught mother. All while leaving Joane free reign to question Jonathan to her hearts content because if Sock didn’t want him, maybe Jojo could take a stab at the blond cutie.
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Knocking on the door twenty minutes later—after Sock had managed to appease his mother—he went to the door to answer. Sock didn’t expect anyone so he was more intrigue than anything at who it was. Opening the door to his next door neighbor Lil, Sock felt his stomach sit heavy.
“Hey, heard there was a birthday party to my favorite Sherlockian so I brought some drinks.” Lil smirked as she entered his place and greeted the other people. Norris walked into the living room to see what all the big fuss was about before jumping into Jojo’s lap to sit like a king. The slight puckered look on Sock’s mother’s face was a clear indication for her non-approval.
“Mom, this is Lil, my next door neighbor. Lil, Rachel, my mother.” Sock introduced.
“Nice to meet you Rachel.” Lil shook Rachel’s hand.
“Call me Mrs. Sowachowski dear,” she answered politely. Jojo lifted her brows at Sock noticing the tone. He slightly shook his head at her direction. There was a chime from his jeans as he pulled out his phone seeing he had a new text message from Joane which he chose to ignore. “Napoleon honey, go put the drinks in the fridge.”
“Right,” he answered stepping up to Lil whispering, “Sorry about her. She’s really prickly with new people.”
Lil forced a smile, “Forget about it. I get that all the time become of my hair. It’s fine.” She turned walking to Jonathan’s side. “Johnny boy, it’s been a while.”
Joane got up from her spot to let the other two alone sliding to Sock’s side. “Dude, your mom was cold. And I thought your birthday party wasn’t going to be that interesting. Maybe I should befriend her. It’ll piss off your mother. Might protect my loins from her conversations next time.”
“Ugh, Jojo, you’re enjoying this too much,” Sock moaned as he put the twelve pack inside the fridge before pulling one out to drink. “I need to drink this night out of my head.”
“Hell no,” Joane stated taking his can out of his grasp and putting it back in before placing a Pepsi can instead. “I need you sober. Remember the last time you got really drunk? You took off your shirt and swung it over your head as you sang ‘It’s Raining Men’. And I have video proof.”
Sock cringed remembering the video she spoke of since the actual night ended for him an hour beforehand. “Right. Let’s never discuss that again.” Picking up three more Pepsi cans, Sock went into the living room to deliver said drinks.
Whispering to each other in what look like a heated discussion, Lil and Jonathan stopped when Jojo and Sock got within range. If the slight elbow to his ribs was any indication, Joane noticed this strange behavior too. Guess that solves it. They’re dating.
“I brought drinks,” Sock announced handing them out as he sat in the opposite couch pulling Jojo with him as he gave her the last drink.
Leaning forward and leaving her hand on Jonathan’s knee, Lil smiled, “Happy Birthday Sock.”
“T-thanks,” he stuttered trying to keep his voice from wavering. It was still there, Lil never pulled her hand from his knee and Sock tried to keep his eyes anywhere else. In his distraction he didn’t notice Jojo looking toward the kitchen making sure the coast was clear before she scooted over pressing herself against Sock.
Placing her hand over his she pulled his soda can toward her mouth taking a long sip from it not caring about sharing saliva. “Mmm, that quenched my thirst,” she purred.
He blinked at her feeling all kinds of uncomfortable as he quickly shot a worried look over his shoulder to his mom who hadn’t seen anything. When he turned around to look back at Jojo she pressed her lips against his. Pulling back, he stood up looking alarmed at his friend. “Wh-what was that for?”
She only grinned at him, “No reason.” Too busy not understanding her game he placed his half empty soda on the coffee table and made his exit toward the bathroom. Looking back he saw her pick up his can and while looking up at him licked the edge of the rim before tipping her head back and chugging the rest down.
In the restroom with the door firmly shut against his back, Sock worried what was happening. Did I get dropped into a different dimension where Jojo likes me like that?
The soft knocking shocked him out of his mind turning around and opened it. He was pushed back in when Joane kissed him again shutting the door behind her.
“Whoa, whoa,” Sock gasped as he pulled back from the predatory look in Jojo’s face. Clapping down his mouth with her hand she pressed him against the sink counter.
“I need you to be quiet, do you think you can do that?” she whispered authoritatively as he nodded quickly his eyes wide in fear. Releasing his mouth from her hand slowly Sock felt his belt being pulled open he struggled against her. “Oh calm down. I’m doing you a favor.”
“Like hell you are,” Sock hissed as he blocked her from unzipping his pants. “What are you doing?”
“Keep your voice down,” she hissed back. “I’m not trying to have my way with you, you know.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Giving the illusion of it,” she answered as she pulled back and flipped her shirt off. Seeing her in her sports bra, Jojo tossed her shirt aside. Sock stood stock still his breath hitching in his throat. Coming back to him she pulled his shirt off before throwing it on the floor too.
Sock was practically wheezing as she walked up to him and pointed at his jeans, “Now drop your pants.”
“Why do I—?”
“—Just do it,” Jojo bossed as she slipped out of her pants and tossed them to the side before pulling herself up on the counter. When he finally did what was asked, abide reluctantly, he stood between her thighs. “Okay, now kiss me.”
She glared when Sock opened his mouth to protest and just grabbed him by his shoulders and slammed their lips together. Jojo was aggressive and kept him rooted wrapping her legs around and didn’t let up grabbing him by the hair so he wouldn’t turn his head away. After a minute she released him leaning back and smirking to herself.
“If this works, you can thank me later.” Hopping down Jojo went to retrieve and slid on her jeans then picking up her shirt and put it on inside out. Fully dressed again, Jojo ran her hands over her hair to get it messy. “When you come out in a minute, act natural. I’ll take care of the rest.”
With one final smirk and wink, Jojo exited the room. Swaying on his feet Sock leaned against the wall looking up at the ceiling. She’s mad, finally driven to insanity by my mother. There can be no other logical explanation.
Finally able to regroup himself, Sock pulled his pants back up and redid his belt before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. Entering the living room, Joane was sitting on the same couch talking animatedly to Lil. Jonathan was the only one who turned and stared at Sock’s entrance his blue eyes cataloging the slight changes. Blushing, Sock pressed his slightly swollen lips together and sat down in his seat. Sock tried not to jump when Jojo squeezed his thigh while talking to Lil about a show they both seem to watch.
“Dinner!” Mrs. Sowachowski announced and you could practically feel everyone release the breath they were holding. Everyone got up and made space in the small table as Rachel set down the plates. “Joane, darling, why is your shirt inside out and wrinkly?”
Jojo pressed her lips together trying not to smirk and with innocent merriment said, “Huh, weird, I hadn’t noticed.”
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Jonathan drank a lot and Lil had to excuse them as she tugged the inebriated blond out the door into hers. “Thanks for having us, Happy Birthday again. Have a good night everyone. Come on Johnny boy, time to sleep.”
“Bye!” Jojo waved, “By the way, we head out midday tomorrow.”
Lil, a little puzzled, slowly nodded and closed her door. Jojo turned to face Sock and smiled satisfied. “Oh yeah, you can definitely thank me later.”
“What do you mean?” he asked confused.
She just smiled to herself, “You’ll see tomorrow, mark my word, you’ll see.”
After a long evening working on his homework that backlogged from his birthday yesterday Sock finally finished and went to grab a small snack before bed. Making a quick PB&J sandwich he bit into it as he walked back into his room grabbing his PJs for a change of clothes.
Once the sandwich was eaten, Sock turned on the shower and brushed his teeth as he waited until the water was warm enough. Scrubbing his hair clean and washing his body he shut off the water. Using the towel to dry himself off before dragging the towel over his shaggy hair when there was knocking on his front door.
Sock cursed under his breath as he slid his briefs on followed by his grey sweatpants. Exiting the bathroom he started tugging on his old high school t-shirt when the knocking grew louder. “I’m going; I’m going, hold your horses.”
Twisting the deadbolt and unlocking the door Sock turned the knob and opened the door to whoever seemed impatient outside. Thinking it was someone who had the wrong door; Sock was surprised to see Jonathan leaning on the door frame. Guessing from the smell of alcohol waffling off of him, Sock would say he was drunk again.
“Jonathan…uh, come in, come in.” He waved him forward.
Pushing himself off the frame Jonathan took determined—if slightly wobbly—steps inside as he shut the door. Remembering to lock it those blue eyes pinned Sock to his spot. “Napoleon,” he said before erasing the space separating them, Jonathan spun Sock around and pressed him up against the front door crushing their lips together.
Fireworks shot behind Sock’s eyes as he felt Jonathan grab his wrists pinning them to the side of his head. Jonathan bit his lower lip as he tugged it and licked the seams of Sock’s lips trying to get inside. Pressed between two walls, one being the front door the other a warm chest, Sock more than welcomed Jonathan’s efforts and let himself be dominated by the blond.
Sock shuddered as Jonathan spread his legs apart with his knee and kissed him in earnest biting Combs’ upper lip. From the throaty growl, Sock licked the other’s abused lips as he rutted their hips together. He could already feel Jonathan getting hard in his jeans which seem to thrill Sock to no degree. Pulling back Jonathan’s blue lust blown eyes stared at Sock’s green ones. Finally releasing his wrists Jonathan took a step back pulling Sock with him down the hall.
“Mine,” Combs growled as he pulled Sock into another harsh kiss. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” Sock rasped nodding, “I’m yours, of course.”
“Good,” Jonathan smirked pulling their mouths together and kissing him dirty with tongue and teeth. Sock was dizzy with lack of oxygen and the possessiveness of Jonathan. Pulling them down the hall they stumbled into Sock’s messy room. “Bed.”
“Yes,” gasped Sock as he took off his shirt he put on a minute ago. With another possessive growl, Jonathan bit his chin before kissing it and working his way down his throat running his greedy hands down Sock’s bare arms and chest until settling at his hips.
Sock panted as Jonathan’s mouth trailed down his chest licking his path and tasting the brunet’s skin. When he reached his sensitive nipple he licked and bit it smiling into the skin by how Sock seemed to be falling apart. Sock grasp at Jonathan’s jacket trying to tug it off. Obligating his desire, Jonathan discarded his coat and removed his shirt as well. Sock leaped at the chance at pressing hot open mouth kisses at Jonathan’s neck. Licking he tasted the tang of sweat and cigarette smoke from the bar Jonathan was at but underneath all of that there was a taste that was purely Jonathan.
Being pushed onto his back Sock watched as Jonathan undressed pulling off his jeans followed by his boxers. Feeling his mouth dry up at the perfection of Jonathan’s body Sock froze just staring. Jonathan let him stare for a moment before he crawled over Sock and gripped both sweatpants and briefs pulling them down his legs leaving him exposed.
Brushing their lips together, Jonathan brought his hand around both of them and squeezed. Slotting together, he sets the tempo sliding his hand up and down extracting ungodly moans from Sock’s throat. Covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow Sock shudders trying to keep himself from finishing too soon as Jonathan bit his shoulder.
“Come on Sock,” Jonathan whispered near his ear as he closed his teeth over his earlobe causing Sock’s body to arch up. “You’re so close. Sock, my Sock, just let go.”
Removing his arm from his eyes, Sock blinked up at Jonathan’s face seeing the pleased predatory look before he leaned down for another hot dirty kiss as he pick up speed smearing the pre-cum from both as lubrication.
With a jutting pulse, Sock gasped his release as Jonathan stroked him through it before he hit his. Satisfied and feeling like his bones have liquefied Sock lazily kissed his neck before wrapping his arms around Combs and falling asleep.