Spring Break (iamsherlocked/James Moriarty)

Jim was left rather confused. Sherlock did asked his dorm but did not even say whether he would come by or not. Jim had thought telling him where to find him would be enough as an agreement Sherlock was more then welcome.

He decided to lurk around the school for a few moments, but he was only restlessly walking in circles. His mind set on the new person he had just met. He sighed and decided to walk back to his dorm. After all he did have some studying to do.

After dinner Sherlock was still restless. He couldn't get Jim off his mind. He was nervous to go over to his dorm unannounced, but if he didn't he'd be in this jittery state until he did, and he couldn't think right in this state. He got up quickly and slammed his door on the way out, he hated when he couldn't think straight. He hurried down the stairs and out into what was now the dark. Jim's building was two down from him and he quickly made it here, climbing the stairs to room 6. He found once he was outside the door that he was nervous to knock. It took a good 5 mins of him counting to three to finally do it. He knocked gingerly, then stood shuffling his feet, waiting for a response.

Jim made his own dinner once he returned back to his dorm. And after a quick nap he decided to work on his science. With a sigh he opened his book and started reading. About an hour he noticed things were easier. Sherlock's voice rang in his head, explaining him the things he didn't understand before. It made him smile every once and a while, but it also distracted him from what he was supposed to do. Why was a stranger so appealing to him?

As he heard a knock on his door he jumped up, snapped out of his thoughts. He skipped over to the door, opening it with a swing. Once he saw Sherlock's face he smiled wide.

"Sherlock!" He exclaimed. "I. eh. I was just thinking about you."

Sherlock was a little taken aback by Jim's enthusiasm but also comforted by it. Jim must be somewhat interested if he was thinking about him, right?

"I uh, was just thinking about you also so I thought I'd come over." Sherlock stepped into the room and by doing so stepped very close to Jim. He was so short compared to Sherlock, he couldn't help smiling inside at the size difference, he loved being taller than others.

Jim loved hearing Sherlock saying those words. He had never thought to see this guy again until they would attempt the same class on thursdaymorning.

"Yes. Do come in." He said as Sherlock stepped close. Jim swallowed a bit louder then usual. Sherlock's scent was reaching his nose and god, it was good. Too good.

He looked up, a nervous but welcoming smile on his face. "I'm glad you came around."

Sherlock didn't really know what to say to that comment, seeing as he didn't have friends and all, and he hadn't wanted them before, but something about this boy drew him in. He was so intelligent, just not in the same way as Sherlock. He couldn't help but look down at that face and wonder what it would be like to kiss him. He'd never kissed anyone before, and only rarely ever wanted to. But when he was around Jim, he almost always wanted to.

Jim smiled awkwardly as he didn't get any reply. He shuffled his feet amd looked around the place. "You can sit down if you want. I can only offer you my bed though." He said, his hand gesturing to the bed.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, but he didn't move away from Sherlock just yet. He liked being this close and he could even feel his heart throb faster.

"What do you have?" Although Sherlock didn't want to move away from Jim, he felt it would be awkward if he didn't take a seat, since it had been suggested to him. He walked over to the bed and sat down, kicking off his shoes. Shoes were stupid. He couldn't help but notice that Jim's bed smelled like him, an intoxicating smell of aftershave, cologne, and the unique aspects of a human smell that can't be named. He watched Jim go to the kitchen to find drinks and tried to make himself relax. This is what friends did, or at least he thought.

"Eh. No idea." Jim said, thinking about what he had to offer Sherlock. He went into the kitchen and returned with 2 drinks in his hands.
"So it's either beer or water." He grinned, a bit ashamed he didn't have more to offer.

Once Sherlock decided he walked over and handed his drink. he flopped onto the bed next to him and he could swear their bodies slightly touched as he did. It made him shiver in anticipation.

"Thank you" He accepted a beer from Jim and sipped it slowly.

Friends drink beer right? And this is the college experience right? Strangely, Sherlock didn't want to look "uncool" to this boy. Even though beer wasn't really his thing and he had only been drunk once on accident, he felt inclined to choose beer. Jim had sat down very close to him on the bed and where this would usually annoy him, it sent a tingle down his spine. As discreetly as he could manage, he moved a little closer to Jim. Making sure that their shoulders and legs pressed against each other. He was curious to see what would ensue next.

Jim's eyes locked on Sherlock's and he could feel their bodies now getting closer. He loved the friction of the other's shirt against his shoulder. "I should really thank you for what you did earlier." Jim started. "Explaining science, I mean. It really helped and..." Jim leaned forward, leaving a quick kiss on Sherlock's cheek.

"Just.. Thanks."

He felt himself turning red. He had no idea why he just did that but to him It felt right. As if words alone were not enough to thank the other guy. And perhaps, maybe also because he had wanted to do that.

Sherlock was shocked when Jim kissed his cheek, he felt a jolt throughout his entire body, like electricity had been shot through him. "It was fun." He smiled, "Thanks for being my friend." He put his hand on Jim's leg, he couldn't quite get up the courage to kiss him but he could offer this.

Jim felt his heart race in his chest as the other moved his hand onto his leg. His cheeks were still flushed red as he moved his face a bit closer again.

"Thanks for letting me be your friend." He said, his voice audible softer and deeper. "I like you around." As he spoke his own one softly brushed over sherlock's one on his leg.

Sherlock was mesmerized by the tone in Jim's voice and when his hand was brushed over by Jim's he felt a shiver run down his spine, Jim was so close, he'd need only move forward a bit..

"I like you around too." Clumsily, Sherlock pressed his lips against Jim's. Holding his breath as he does and squinting his eyes shut.

Jim's mind told him to pull away, that kissing a stranger like this was not a good thing to do. But his body had already reacted differently. A nice kind of warmth had filled his stomach and his eyes had closed almost automatically.

JIm"s hand moved to cup Sherlock's cheek, while the other rester on his thigh, slowly rubbing it. Jim slightly deepened to kiss, he didn't want this to end just yet.

Sherlock hadn't expected such a warm response to his kiss and was very pleasantly surprised. It seemed like Jim had done this before and Sherlock was very grateful for that. He had no idea how to do this. Jim's hand on his leg was reassuring, he could feel himself getting aroused, which was not normal. What was it about this man? Sherlock gladly kept kissing him, hoping he'd find whatever it was that made him like him so much.

Jim was becoming well aware of his own arousal by now. He could not believe it took this little to get him there. His lips parted slightly, letting his tongue run over Sherlock's lower lip, eagerly hoping to get inside there.

Jim's hand moved over to Sherlock's inner thigh while he slowly started to push Sherlock down onto his mattress.

Sherlock opened his mouth slightly in response to Jim's tongue. He fell back onto the bed, letting out a little moan, surprised that things were moving this fast. He tried to concentrate on every sensation but found he couldn't, he was too caught up in the moment. Too many pleasure centers in his brain were being triggered.

"Jim..Jim is this okay?" He looked up at the other boy for reassurance.

Jim let his own chest rest on Sherlock's, keeping their lips locked together all of the time. He could feel Sherlock's respond, he could feel him moan. He moved his had slightly back as Sherlock broke their kiss. Of course the other had doubts, he had them as well. They were doing something impulsive, something naive and probably even stupid. But Jim liked it, every second of it.

"If it's okay to you... Then it's okay to me." He whispered, smiling slightly while he got lost once more in the other's eyes.

"O-Okay, I just, don't know what I'm doing."

He looked away in embarrassment, almost afraid to look back and see the expression on the other's face. This felt good, this felt right, but he was sheepish about his inexperience and wanted to make sure this was really something Jim wanted.

Jim moved his hand all the way up to Sherlock's cheek and cupped is ever so sweet. He then stroked it gently. "It's okay." He whispered before placing a quick kiss on the other's lips. He felt Sherlock being insecure, hesitating about something and he did not want to push him into thing he didn't want.

"Okay" Sherlock kissed him back with a little more confidence now.

"Besides, I'm a quick learner." He said this with the hint of a mischievous smile.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jim smiled before he placed his lips back onto Sherlock's, he kept stroking the other's jaw.

Sherlock smirked, "It shouldn't be surprising, I'm not only book smart, I can pick up almost anything."

He places his hand on Jim's chest, feeling his heart beat and the soft contours of his muscular chest. All of his senses heightened as he took in the other boy's form.

"We'll see about that." Jim replied playfully. His hand slid down over Sherlock's neck, shoulder and side to end up at his waist. He left it there, fumbling around a bit.

He repeated his kissing, but this time more determined and eager.