Pass the Orange
"John this is ridiculous. I won't. I refuse to join this. I wouldn't even do this when I'm bloody high, I don't see why I would do it now." Sherlock huffed and John chuckled, pulling his boyfriend close. "Because /I/ want you to do it. I want to play with you. And you want to please me on our first date?" John questioned, nuzzling into him with a cute noise that made Sherlock hesitate his refusal. "Why? This game is so stupid. There is no point behind not dropping the stupid orange. And it's not like anything bad would happen if you did. Maybe it would have more juice in one place or maybe even peel a bit but that wouldn't be the end of the world." Sherlock rolled his eyes and John pressed a kiss to his chin. "A-And..." Sherlock cleared his throat. "And we would have to be close. Very close. To people. Someone would have to hand it to you and I'd have to hand it to someone else. It can't be clean. I don't like people. Why are we even here? /I/ don't even know the birthday boy." Sherlock huffed but shut up quickly when Sherlock had a finger against his lips. "Shush. You're playing." John said and Sherlock huffed, but he knew he had lost. The game had started and he could see the orange coming closer and closer to him. He grabbed it from the person easily, annoyed, and with some teasing and touching, John took the orange from Sherlock. Not that Sherlock's face wasn't all red. But the boy who needed to take it from John wasn't very coordinated. He seemed to be a complete idiot. Brushing up against John making the angle horrible, with that stupid smile on his face, their faces close... "That's enough!" Sherlock snapped, grabbing the orange, throwing it against the wall, making it burst, orange juice going everywhere-even squirting some people in the eye with yelps. He grabbed John pulling him into his arms, and kissed him passionately in front of everyone. Their first kiss. "Mine."