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It’s Monday morning and Sherlock has decided he can’t do it. He was insane to convince himself that he would be able to face John. He was frugal and he knew that. He couldn't risk that fact becoming common knowledge in the school. He wished that he hadn't calculated the odds in his head. He wishes he didn't know what slim chance he actually had of John recuperating his feelings. He knew that John was interested in William, in what way, however, he was oblivious. He had only ever heard of John dating females, and although that doesn't diminish the odds completely it definitely makes them more scares. The odds of John being bisexual alone were 2%. He had promised Irene, and she would definitely threaten to tell John but she never would. Doing something like that would break all of her moral codes, mainly because Sherlock wasn’t out to the whole school and Irene would never kick him out of the closet, even if it was for love. God was that what he was calling it now? Love. To think, someone like a Holmes in love. What would Mycroft think, or worse his father?
He reminded himself that this wasn’t to say he would /never/ tell John. He told himself that he needed more information, need a better handle on the situation, but he knew it would come down to two options; John confronts him about the situation and reveals his feelings for sherlock, least likely. Or nothing happens, most likely. Of course, sherlock hoped for the prior, but it was unbelievable unlikely. He did, however, have one way of getting more information, and it would be directly from the source. And oh boy did sherlock have a plan to squeeze every little bit of information he could manage.
After school was over for the day he gave himself a few hours to ensure that John wasn’t with friends or at rugby practice.
John, I have a proposition for you-W
sherlock send and waited patiently for a response. It only took ten minutes for Sherlock's phone to buzz to life in his hand.
I’m intrigued, go on
And the fish takes the bait
I was thinking of a nice game of truth or dare.-w
Little did Sherlock know John was flushing on the other end of the phone, at the thought of playing such a flirtatious game.
Um, yeah, I guess, but how would we play exactly.
I was thinking picture proof for the dates, and one pass for each category, once someone has passed a question or dare that question or dare can not format or reiterated into something similar, do you agree with these terms?-W
Yeah, sounds fun
Okay, you start-W
Truth or Dare
Draw a mustache on your face
John thought he was so clever. They had agreed to picture evidence that meant that William had to send him a picture of his face. Though sherlock was prepared for events like this.
What makes you think I don’t already have a mustache-W
John hoped William was just joking. He had never really liked the idea of facial hair on himself or his partners.
Do you?
No-W and with the response was and extremely close up picture of Williams upper lip -Which was clean shaven john noted- and on it was a neat little french style mustache.
Now I believe it is your turn-W
Truth or Dare?-W
Truth
Are you gay-W
Wow, you really jump straight to the big ones, don’t you?
I’m not a very patient man-W
Well, in that case, no
Sherlock deflated at the answer. John bit his nails at the half lie.
Truth or dare?
Truth-W
Sherlock had seen no point in putting an end to the game now
Are you gay?
Of course, the line of questioning had lead in this direction, and it was only normal for John to be curious.
Yes-W
Sherlock waited to see if there would be a response, good or bad and when none came he continued.
Truth or Dare?-W
Dare
It’s all fine by the way, everything, I’m not judging you.
Spoken like a true straight male sherlock thought to himself.
Crack an egg over your head-W
Do you have skype?
Yes-W
We should Skype it would make this a lot easier, and more fun
You don’t even have to enable your camera. It would just be easier if we could talk to each other, Right?
John had a point, and it would be better to hear his voice.
It Williamssh221-W
Interesting, give me a second
Sherlock scrambled to get his laptop from his bag and sat it down on the bed in front of him. As soon as he opened the lip the familiar sound of an incoming call rang through the room. He clicked it hesitantly, John’s face popped up instantly
“See it’s already easier” John leaned back in his desk chair and gave a smile that could kill.
It felt weird knowing that john couldn’t see him but he could see John. Almost like he was a stalker, but the pry knew, and dare he say show off for him.
“I can see how this could work in our favor” Sherlock whispered still a little scared that John would somehow recognize his voice even though he knew it would be altered by John’s crappy computer speakers.
“Yes, well,” John said in a voice that almost sounded breathless “Whose turn was it, I forgot.”
“I do believe I dared you to crack an egg over your head unless you plan on using your one dare pass?” Sherlock eased into the conversation, and let his voice slip from his strained whisper.
“But my hair!” John exclaimed with a pout that was obviously fake but enduring.
“Oh, come on John. You’ll never make the captain of the rugby team with that kind of attitude.” Sherlock chuckled at the look on john's face.
“You always manage to amaze me.” John joined in on the laughing before it dies down slightly. “I guess you're right, I'll be right back.” John got up out of his chair and sherlock could hear the pitter patter of john's bare feet on wood floors. He could tell that john’s room wasn’t far from the kitchen because he could hear the faint sound of a refrigerator door open and close. The pitter patter returned and he came into view Sherlock could see the unmistakable white egg against John’s white skin.
“If this is happening then I’m not gonna wreck my shirt as well as my ego.” Before sherlock could process what John said- mostly because John started to strip before he finished his sentence- and before Sherlock knew it there was a very shirtless, very well-fit, very shirtless John on his computer. “ well let's get this over with” John sighed and sherlock barely registered what he said.
“Y-Yeah” Sherlock’s voice cracked and he could feel the blush spread across his face. At this moment Sherlock was very happy that John couldn’t see him.
John Froze on the other side of the computer and for a moment Sherlock had though the video had cut out for some reason, but then he saw John's whole chest and neck go red. It slowly crept to his cheeks and sherlock watched as it made its journey.
Sherlock cleared his throat and murmured a sorry, as he silently cursed his own biology for working against him as it suddenly got there hard to sit.
John just nodded in response. “Am I still doing this” She gestured to the egg hovering over his head.
“Yes, yes go ahead.” whispered and John grins a little forced but all wit good in mind. Then suddenly John’s head was covered in raw egg. He ,made a silent ‘oh’ with his mouth. Sherlock couldn’t hold the laughter back on the other end of the line. John rains his hands through his hair before he could realize his mistake. Yet again Sherlock and John shared a proper laughing fit.
The laughter was cut off by the sound of a door opening and closing. It took Sherlock a moment to realize it was on his side. He was a bit confused, his mother was on a trip, and Mrs.Hudson would be asleep then he heard it. The faint sound of his name being called in a familiar voice, Mycroft's voice.
“I have to go.” Sherlock sounded rushed and John was considered. All he heard was the sound of a door.
“No, wait, what’s wrong.” John thought it was a little silly to be having such a serious conversation with egg guts on his head, but he was worried, and he couldn’t just let William leave. Not after what had happened, with the shirt, and everything.
“My Brother’s home, I have to go.” And then Sherlock ended the call, and John was left hanging with so many questions.