Chance Meeting

Sixteen year old John Watson was not looking forward to his new school. He detested being transferred but what choice had he been given, his father wanted to hide the truth and would do anything to make sure that happened.

"John, remember to behave." John's father said flatly.

He looked at his father, "That guy had it coming."

His father let out a sigh, "Look, I am glad you're proud of who you are, but punching a guy to prove it isn't right." They pulled up in front of the school. 



"Have a good day, John." His father said as John got out of the car. The blond ignored his father, annoyed with starting a new school more than halfway through the school year. He walked into the school and looked around. The teen felt like an outcast and worried he would be teased much like he was at his old school.

The morning went by fast; John barely paid attention to the teachers and he was happy it was lunch time. He sat by himself to eat when he looked up and saw someone enter the lunch room. It was one of the teachers. The two locked eyes before John turned away, getting a strange feeling in his stomach. He finished his food and left the cafeteria, waiting for class to start and feeling nervous. The bell rang and he hurried off to science class. When he walked in, he saw the teacher, The tall brunette looked at him and John’s heart skipped a beat.

"You alright?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah, nervous due to it being my first day at a new school." John lied as he took his seat. John pulled his phone out to find a text from his sister Harry.

'I am having a party tonight, you're invited' HW

John hated parties because they usually involved beer; besides his father never let him go. The blond put his phone away as class started and John tuned out for most of it. He heard the bell ring, snapping him out of his day dream and started to head out, the blond wanted to get out of the room before his thoughts wandered again.

"John Watson, I need to talk to you." The teacher called out just before John reached the door.

"Yes, Mr. Holmes?" John queried, turning to his teacher.

"Were you paying attention at all?" Mr. Holmes asked.

John looked at him, "Honestly? No. I just have a lot on my mind at the moment." He had been thinking about his teacher the whole time.

"I will let it pass this time, but I do suggest you pay attention more. Understand?" Mr. Holmes asked, John nodded. "Good, now go before you're late for your next class." Mr. Holmes stated while watching him leave.

John got through the rest of the day and when he left the building his dad was already waiting for him. He went to the car and got in quickly; he buckled up after closing his door.

"So, how did it go?" His father asked.

"Good." John answered flatly.

Silence followed the rest of the way home. When they got home, John went straight to his room, closing the door with a satisfying click. John looked at a photo of his mother and remembered something his mum told him before she passed.

oOo

6 years ago…

She laid on her bed, coughing real bad and John saw blood on a napkin, he was deeply worried and his father just sat in the living room like nothing was wrong.

"John, come here." His mom said, her blue eyes were filled with tears.

"Mom, you okay?" John asked, about ready to cry but was being a tough soldier like he always was.

"No, there's something I want to tell you." She said before coughing again.

"Yes, mom?" John grabbed her hand.

"You have a gift, just like I do; one day you will find your soul mate. Never doubt your instincts." She said as she held his hand. The blond boy sat on the bed with his mother and didn’t let go of her hand. His father had to come drag him out after she had taken her last breath.

oOo

It had been six years to the day since his mum had passed away, John only found out why over a year ago. His father had caused her death and he had even been told the reason, he hated the man but he couldn’t leave without risking his own life.

John heard his phone go off. It was just his sister again. He ignored it and did his homework instead while listening to his music, and every now and then his thoughts wandered to his science teacher, Mr. Holmes. He couldn’t help but find the man attractive.

Later, John went into the kitchen for dinner. He didn't see his father which meant one thing. Tonight was going to be bad. He turned on the television and decided to wait it out. He was eating dinner and had just finished when he heard his father walking around in his bedroom down the hall.

"John!" His father yelled. John's heart raced and he turned the television off before hurrying to the bedroom. His father was sitting on the bed now, clearly drunk.

"Yes, father?" John asked shakily.

"Get in here, John." His father ordered. John walked in, stepping in front of his father where he got pulled onto his lap. John was shaking.



"Oh, come on, you know you want this." His father said, feeling up his son’s body; he just grinned as he looked at John’s face. “Now I want you to remove all your clothes.”

The teen nodded getting off his father's lap and pulled his shirt off, Jim just grinned as he admired his son’s body. The blond was slim and fit for not being active in any sports; as soon as the teen had removed the last of his clothes. His father removed his suit and laid on his back gesturing the teen over. The young male went over and was straddling the older man, John’s face was pulled only inches from his father face.

“Now, you’re going to ride my cock and enjoy it, right?” Jim asked, running his hand through the blond locks of his son.

“Yes.” John answered.

“Good, my slut.”

Jim’s hands moved to John’s waist and he lined his erection, he forced himself inside John’s arse and the blond sat up groaning in pain. He put his hands on his father’s chest to hold him steady as he started to move up and down on the others erection despite the pain; he saw the grin on Jim’s face and shuttered trying not to focus on the pain. After a few more movements he was pulled into a rough kiss as the older male released his seed into the teen, the blond laid his head on Jim’s shoulder catching his breath.

“Now, go take a shower.” Jim ordered.