John pushed his feet off the side of the pool, maneuvering his square, foam float towards the dark-haired boy sat in the middle of a rubber ring. As they came together, the two of them laced their fingers together and carried on drifting around the shallow end of the swimming pool. As it was the last lesson of swimming that term, the swimming instructor had decided that the boys had worked hard enough to play on the floats.

'Ok, would you rather give the swimming teacher a love bite, or lick all the way from Anderson's chin to his belly button?' John asked, his chest rising and falling with barely contained laughter as he thought up the most ridiculous scenario he could.

'That's a ridiculous question John, whenever would I have to choose between doing either of those things?' Sherlock asked, his face serious but his eyes filled with humour, 'I don't see why you insist on playing this ridiculous game.'

'It's hypothetical Sherlock, I know that neither of those things would happen,' John retorted, 'Now choose.'

The two of them had been playing rounds of 'Would you rather' on and off for the past week, with John asking Sherlock questions and (stupidly) expecting him to give a straightforward answer.

'Well, if I gave the teacher a love bite, I'm sure that her husband would notice and despite the fact that he is cheating on her he would still feel betrayed and I would be beaten up severely. Whereas if I licked Anderson, I would receive a few harsh words from not only him but the two girls that he has been seeing, resulting in them not only having a large cat fight but Anderson being in deep trouble too. So I'd have to pick Anderson, although because I will never have to choose between either of those events, the whole question is completely irrelevant' Sherlock finished, leaving John to shake his head.

'Unbelievable,' he muttered under his breath, 'I can't believe you manage to turn Would You Rather into a process of deduction.'

'You forget who you're talking to John,' Sherlock said, turning to the other boy and smiling. John smiled back.

'You're right, I forget you're not ordinary,' John said, sitting up on his float a little and looking into Sherlock's eyes, 'You're extraordinary.'

'John, you're doing that thing again.'

'What thing?'

'The thing where you are so romantic even I want to vomit.'

Sherlock's words were blunt but John could see the laughter behind them.

'You love it really,' John said, winking at Sherlock.

'That I do,' was the quiet reply.

Things had been going surprisingly good for the pair of boys. Of course Anderson had told everyone they knew about what he had unfortunately witnessed in the changing rooms, but they either ignored him or gave John a friendly pat on the back (no-one did that to Sherlock, but after realizing that he had a heart good enough for John Watson, they decided he must be alright and occasionally said a word to him in passing as opposed to avoiding him completely).

John knew that the idea of him and Sherlock would take some getting used to and he was glad that everyone had been so happy for them, but he always feared that his old friends held some kind of secret homophobia and that the kind words and congratulations were all fake. They tended to hold conversations involving small talk and no longer approached him asking if he wanted to join them at lunch or hang out after school. It was all a little bit weird for John, being the social butterfly he was, hanging out with someone as anti-social as Sherlock.

Just as John began to contemplate these thoughts again, he heard his name being called out from a few meters away. It was Greg, paddling his way over on a large frog float.

'Hey, John,' he had called again once he had finally caught the blonde's attention.

'Alright Greg,' John said, letting go of Sherlock's hand so he could turn and face the other at a more comfortable angle. He heard the other boy make a 'hmpf'-type sound but decided to be polite and ignore it.

'Yeah, good. Sherlock,' he said, nodding in the direction of said boy, only to receive a small grunt in reply, 'Yeah, well, just wanted to say congrats. Haven't seen you much lately. Never figured you for the tall, dark and handsome type but still.'

The pair of boys laughed while Sherlock remained in his rubber tyre, clearly jealous of Greg taking away John.

'Don't mind Sherlock,' John said after the laughter had died down, 'He's just jealous that you're taking me away from him. But him? Handsome? You have to be kidding.'

John was joking but Lestrade gave him a look that meant he knew John was secretly serious about Sherlock.

'Haha, yeah. Well I'll leave you to it,' he said, swimming off with the float and feeling a little like a third wheel, 'See you later John. I'll text you, ok?'

John put up a thumb and waved at Lestrade's retreating figure and then reached for Sherlock's hand again, pulling them closer together.

'There's no need to get jealous,' John said, bringing Sherlock's chlorine tipped fingers to his mouth and kissing them individually, 'You're the only one for me.'

There was a pause.

'You're doing it again,' Sherlock deadpanned, which John accepted as a sort-of apology.

'You two, stop that,' shouted the swimming instructor, 'Can't you read the sign? No petting in the swimming pool!'

The whole room erupted into laughter, making the two boys blush.

'We should save that till we get out of the pool,' John said, his voice low.

'Yes, I'm sure that the pool would be much happier if we saved them water and showered together,' Sherlock said, his eyes glinting.

'Bit soon for showering together don't you think Sherlock?' retorted John.

'It's nothing I haven't seen before.'

'...Not the point.'

The end

A/N: Final little chapter to wrap everything up. Thanks to everyone who added this story to their alerts, favourites and took time to review. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Johnlock are so cute. Anyways, keep an eye out for other stories from me (I've got a lot planned for after exams) and possible updates I may make to this story. As always, thanks for reading and for now, goodbye!