A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So sorry about the wait!!! I've been crazy busy this past week or so, and this story wound up being a little longer than I anticipated...but I finished it so there you go!!! Hope you guys like it!!! Keep in mind...I know almost nothing about YouTube or collabing with other people....Enjoy<3

You and @S_Holmes should do a collab!!!

OMG Yes!!! I need a collab between you and @S_Holmes more than I need life right now!!!

John sorted through the comments on his most recent video, adding another thirty collab requests to the pile. That made over one hundred requests for him to work with this S_Holmes character in the past three months.

He had looked up S_Holmes up once, after the first few requests had come in, and honestly couldn't understand why people wanted them to collaborate.

Holmes's channel was posh, boring, and clearly geared for people that could afford high end ingredients and fancy cookware.

John's channel was aimed at poor college kids, much like himself, that lived in tiny bedsits with no space to do anything fancy, but didn't want to live off fast food and cereal.

Their channels were polar opposites, and he couldn't even begin to imagine how they would film together, but his fans were demanding it, so he sent a message to S_Holmes.

Hey! My name is John Watson. I run a food blog here, and I've gotten a lot of requests to do a collab with you....interested? - FromMyBedsit

He didn't expect a response, so he got ready to close out his computer and head to bed. It was late and he had a lot of editing to do tomorrow.

Just as he was about to close YouTube, his computer dinged.

What is a 'collab'? I've gotten a few comments asking for this as well... - S_Holmes

John stared at his computer for a moment, both shocked at the quick response and the fact that S_Holmes, one of the bigger personalities on the site didn't know what a collab was.

Uh... For real? Collaborate... as in, we do a video together... - FromMyBedsit

Oh! That makes sense... why do people want us to work together? – S_Holmes

Beats the shit outta me mate... But, what the people want, eh? – FromMyBedsit

There was a long pause between messages, and John started to get concerned that he was being rejected.

What did you have in mind? – S_Holmes

It took nearly three weeks of constant emails and bickering to finally decide how the collab was going to work, and by the time it was supposed to happen, John was almost certain he hated the mysterious S_Holmes.

They had decided that John was going to get Holmes to help him make a simple soup for his channel, then they would film at Holmes's place to do his half. He was apparently going to show John how to integrate chemistry and a blow torch into cooking.

John was fussing with his camera, a simple, mid-quality thing that always gave him trouble, when the buzzer rang. He pressed the call button and readied himself to meet his soon-to-be co-star.

"Yeah?"

"It's Sherlock Holmes." So, that's his first name then.

"Yeah, come on up mate. Third floor, last door on the left. Take the stairs though, pretty sure something died in the elevator shaft."

"How pleasant." John rolled his eyes and pressed the button to unlock the door, letting Sherlock into the building.

As nervous as he was about this collab, he was even more curious. No one seemed to know what the mysterious S_Holmes looked like, as his videos were all filmed from the chest down, focusing on the food and not him. That had been part of the difficulty with negotiating with him, John was fine with showing his face on camera, but the man he now knew as Sherlock was clearly not as comfortable with it.

There was a soft knocking at his door, and he stepped around the counter, reaching for the handle and plastering on his most pleasant smile.

The door swung open, and John felt his heart stutter to a stop.

The man- no, boy- standing outside his door was tall, thin, unnaturally pale, and outright gorgeous.

He also looked incredibly shy and shocked by John's reaction.

"Um-"

"Sorry!" John shook himself out of his shocked state and stepped aside, motioning for the boy to enter. "You're uh- you're younger than I thought." The lighting in his flat sucked, but he could have sworn the taller boy blushed at his words. "How old are you? If you don't mind my asking."

"I'm twenty-one." There was a slightly offended tone to Sherlock's voice and he held himself a little straighter. Doesn't like it when people think he's too young then.

"Alright then. I've got my stuff set up in here, just drop your bag on the sofa and we'll fight with the camera angles and shit."

It turned out that Sherlock was an even bigger pain in the arse in person than he was over email. He spent the entire time John fussed with his camera complaining and making comments about the setup that, if John gave them enough thought, were incredibly rude.

When he finally got everything set up correctly, he took his place beside Sherlock and turned on the camera, flashing a bright smile into the camera.

"Hey guys! Welcome back to the Bedsit-"

"Do you always start your videos with a boring greeting?" John's words stuttered to a stop, and he sent Sherlock a glare. The boy was staring back at him, an almost comical look of confusion on his face.

"It's not boring, my followers like it."

"It's boring."

"Sometimes boring is good."

"Not in my experience." John barely refrained from growling, turning back to the camera and forcing a smile back on his lips.

"Hey guys! Welcome back to the Bedsit! So many of you asked for it, so I made it happen. Please welcome Sh-"

"Not my full name." John did growl this time, turning to face Sherlock with barely restrained irritation.

"Why the fuck not?"

"You never know who watches these videos, someone might use the information against me." John gaped at Sherlock in disbelief. The younger boy held his gaze, crossing his arms and frowning.

"You're taking the piss outta me, yeah?"

"I am certainly not 'taking the piss out of you'." John dropped his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily.

"Then what am I supposed to call you?"

"Shezza."

"Absolutely not." Sherlock huffed in annoyance, glaring at John.

"Why not?"

"Because that's not your name. I'll call you Holmes if you want, but I'm not calling you 'Shezza'."

"You are being unnecessarily difficult." John laughed and turned back to the camera, smiling brightly and elbowing Sherlock in the side.

"Just shut up and pretend you're enjoying yourself."

It took three more takes before they finally got through the intro, and John was already done with Sherlock.

The boy was abrasive, rude, and incredibly arrogant, commenting on John's laid-back style of filming, and how small his flat was.

After nearly three hours of tense filming, John had managed to get the ingredients chopped and added into the pot. Sherlock was skilled in the kitchen, modifying John's recipe on the fly and showing off his superior cooking skills with ease.

"Alright guys, just got to let that simmer for a couple hours, then we'll be good. See you in a bit." John used the remote for his camera to turn it off, and started clearing away the cutting boards from his tiny counter. He was tense, frustrated, and ready to be done with Sherlock Holmes.

"I've upset you." John nearly started when Sherlock finally spoke, taking a breath before turning on the water in the sink and rinsing his knives.

"Nope."

"That was passive aggressive, I've made you mad." John dropped the knife he was holding into the sink, sighing heavily and rubbing his hands over his face. "I-I'm sorry, I've been told that I can be difficult to work with, especially when I am nervous." John whirled around, his anger fading fast as Sherlock's words settled in his mind.

The boy was glaring at a spot on the counter, fussing with his shirt sleeves and fidgeting nervously.

He looked young and terrified, and John felt any negative thoughts that had been swirling through his mind stop at the sight.

"-probably why no one likes me. I'll go now, my apologies once again." John blinked in shock as Sherlock started to grab his bag, avoiding his eyes and making to hurry out of the flat.

John reached for Sherlock, gripping his elbow and stopping him in his tracks.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot." John smiled tiredly up at Sherlock, only releasing the younger man's arm when he was sure the kid wasn't going to bolt on him. "Come in, have a seat, and let's start from the top, eh?" Sherlock hesitated, but nodded timidly and followed John back into the kitchen, placing his bag on the floor as the sat at the tiny table tucked in the corner.

It was awkward at first, Sherlock seemed unwilling to talk, but in the end, they decided to try one more time.

This time, they decided to make it into a little competition, who could make the best dessert in under fifteen minutes with whatever items John had in his cupboards.

"Oi! No cheating!" John laughed as Sherlock reached over and stole his mixing spoon.

"You never said anything about not cheating." John growled playfully and reached across the counter to take his spoon back. Sherlock held the spoon above his head, laughing as John tried in vain to retrieve the utensil.

They struggled, giggling like children, for a few minutes until John had Sherlock pinned against the fridge.

"Give it back!"

"Make me!" John's world compressed down to Sherlock's neck as he took stock of their position. He felt Sherlock tense against him, and knew the other man felt the change as well. "J-John-"

"S-Sorry- I-I uh-" John forced himself back, giving Sherlock some space, mostly so the younger man couldn't feel how intense his heartrate was. He glanced up at Sherlock, his mind spinning to a stop as he took in the sight before him.

Sherlock was slightly breathless, his face and neck flushed and eyes wide as he watched John's movements.

"It's- it's fine." Sherlock mumbled, his voice deeper than before.

John had never been finicky about his sexuality, tending to identify as pansexual if he was asked, but had never gotten much chance to experiment. Now he had an absolutely gorgeous human being leaning heavily against his fridge, breathing in a way that was borderline erratic and very clearly aroused.

He closed the gap between them and pressed a timid kiss to Sherlock's lips, giving the boy the chance to run away if his advances were unwanted.

Sherlock seemed to be frozen, blinking down at John with wide eyes as his cheeks turned crimson. John backed away instantly, muttering apologies and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"it- it's fine." Sherlock mumbled again, blushing deeper than before and avoiding John's gaze. "I- I- just- I've never- I-I don't- people don't normally like me." John smirked, he could understand that, a little over an hour ago he was pretty close to hating the boy.

He reached up and brushed a stray curl out of Sherlock's face before leaning back in and pressing another soft kiss to his lips. Sherlock responded this time, a soft hum as he pressed back.

Things were starting to get heated when the sound of someone clearing their throat shocked them apart.

John's friend, Mike Stamford, was leaning against the kitchen counter, a smug grin on his face.

"Jesus! What the fuck Mikey?" John snapped, glaring at his friend and trying to fight the blush that was burning his cheeks.

"Hey boys! I didn't know you knew Sherlock, John." John whirled around to face the boy he had just spent the last few minutes snogging.

"You know Mike?" John asked, disbelief flooding his veins as Sherlock frowned, glancing around him to look at Mike.

"Oh, yes, it would appear I do. Hello Michael, I uh- I didn't know you knew John." Sherlock seemed to have reverted to the proper, posh boy that had shown up at John's door.

"Oh yeah, known John since Primary School. Went to High School with Sherlock, and we've had a couple courses together at Bart's." Mike sounded disgustingly smug, and something flickered in the back of John's mind. He rounded on Mike and everything clicked.

"You! You're the one that's been requesting the collab!" Mike laughed, nodding and grinning like a child. "You fucking cock-"

"I knew you two would get along!" Mike ducked as John threw the spoon at him. "I'll just tell the guys you're a little, preoccupied, tonight." John chased Mike out of the flat, stopping at the door and flipping his friend off as he scurried away.

"I-I don't understand." Sherlock's confused voice came from behind him and John spun, closing the door and rolling his eyes.

"Mike is the one that was bugging us to do the collab. His clever way of getting us to meet." Realization flashed through Sherlock's eyes before being replaced with a mischievous glint.

"I'm supposed to be helping him with an experiment on Thursday, perhaps I can repay him somehow. I have a pair of ears fermenting in my fridge-"

"Wait, ears? As in human ears?"

"No, cat ears this time."

"You have cat ears, fermenting, in your fridge?"

"Yes. I'm running an experiment on how tissue degrades under specific chemical influence." John blinked at Sherlock for a moment before releasing the bubble of laughter that was rising in his chest. The lost look that took over Sherlock's face made him laugh harder, nearly doubling over as his stomach started aching.

"You- You have cat ears, in your fridge." John squeaked, wiping at the tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes as he managed to pull himself together. "Bit of a nutter, aren't you?" Sherlock looked slightly hurt, and John quickly corrected himself, moving closer and gripping the boy's hips. "Not saying there's anything wrong with that, just didn't expect it." Sherlock blushed and timidly placed his hands on John's shoulders, smiling shyly. "Come on Gorgeous, we have an outro to film, then I'm going to take you out to dinner."

It took them another three hours to finish filming, mainly because John kept getting distracted with the need to bite and suck on Sherlock's neck.

In the end, it took him a full day to edit the video, and he only noticed the massive hickey poking out from under Sherlock's collar after he finished. It was so subtle and easy to miss, he just left it. No would see it anyways.

Omg... Am I the only one that noticed the MASSIVE FUCKING HICKEY that appeared on @S_Holmes's neck after the jump cut at 5:37???