A/N: Just a few little warnings before you read.. Drama, confusion, anguish, deception, feels, smut, fluff, moments that will make you want to scream and moments that will hopefully make you smile. This fic is a rollercoaster of emotions really; loss, heartbreak, love, happiness, guilt. Then there's the sexual tension...

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own few of the characters. They are the creation of Sir Aurthr Conan Doyle and the BBC. The plot and everything else, however, are mine.

Just A Game [Teenlock]

Chapter One: The Draw

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The house was relatively silent. The only sounds that drifted into Sherlock's dim bedroom were the occasional bang of pots and pans. His mother was making breakfast, that was clear from the smell of toast and bacon that hit him as he slowly wakes.

He blinks, the dull light of the typical bleak English morning evading his eyes like a fox in a rabbits burrow. Completely and utterly unwelcome.

With a small sigh of defeat the seventeen year old stretches his legs out, causing his bare feet to poke out from end of the duvet covers. A small shiver runs through Sherlock at the contact between the cold air and his skin. He quickly tucks his feet back into the covers and rolls over, cuddling into the warmth beside him.

The warmth also rolls closer, an arm being lazily throw over his bare waist.

"Good mornin' Sherly" Jim mumbles, his eyes still closed and voice husky from sleep.

Sherlock grunts a reply, reluctant to accept the fact they'd have to get up soon. The break for Easter was over and they needed to be in college by 9am.

Jim chuckles softly, unwrapping himself from the brief barely-a-hug. He stretches like Sherlock had and snatches his feet up the moment they poke out the covers.

"Feck, that's cold" Jim curses, his Irish accent coming out more when he's annoyed.

Sherlock grunts again and tries to bury himself in the covers, refusing to be woken despite already being awake.

The shorter of the two sit up in the bed and glances at the clock sat on the bedside table. As he does the stupid contraption starts blaring the horrid shrill sound it makes to torture Sherlock each morning. Thankfully James hits the button a few seconds into the process.

Sherlock groans and pushes himself into a sitting position, knowing he had to get up. They had school. And the draw.

The last thought put a smile on his face and he stretches again, looking to his friend as he was suddenly in a far better mood. Neither of them had ever been morning people, but the draw was enough to get Irene to school without make-up on (it only happened once) and it was certainly enough to get these two lazy sods out of bed.

"Sherlock.." Jim giggles as Sherlock sits up. The other teen raises an eyebrow at him. "Lovebite" He explains, tapping Sherlock neck where a large and rather visible bruise is.

Sherlock glares, his hand flying up to cover his neck "Damn it Jim"

The Irish cutie holds up his hands in mock defence, still giggling about the lovebite. "Sorry, not sorry"

Sherlock smirks suddenly, moving closer to his closest friend and rival. He licks his lips, slow and teasing as his eyes wonder down Jim's chest.

"If it weren't for the fact we have fifteen minutes to dress and leave for college.." Sherlock whispers, in a voice that sent the ladies up the wall. Sometimes, literally. "I'd make you sorry"

They're really close for a few moments, their chest almost touching but then Sherlock rolls away, flashing a smirk before he walks towards the bathroom. He walks confidently, not shy about his naked body.

"Tease!" Jim calls, his tone light as he chuckles and hurries to get to the other bathroom for a decent shower time.

Ten minutes later Jim was leaning against Sherlock's kitchen side, a ruby red apple in his hand. He takes a bite, smiling at Sherlock's mum as he waits for the curly haired heart throb.

Jim was dressed in a tight fitting blue check button up and dark burgundy jeans. He'd done his hair nicely too, wanting to be presentable for the first day of The Draw. He'd kept it simple and casual though, going for a look that is generally appealing to most. Plus all his 'sexy' clothes were at home, he had to work will the clothes he had here.

"How's Irene?" Sherlock's mum asks, placing down two plates for Sherlock's dad and Mycroft (who didn't need to return to college for another day due to being the year above his brother)

Jim smiles at the question "Oh, you know how she is. Always misbehaving"

The two laugh together. Jim loved the way Sherlock's parents were so care free about his life style. They put it down to a phase, and if Jim was honest it likely was a phase. Who knows how long it would last. It was better then Sherlock's last 'phase' he supposed.

Jim's dad was a little more stubborn about the idea of his son sleeping around. He was fine and happy with him being gay, he just worried he was going to be hurt if he continued. Then again, he'd always been over protective since his mum died.

The Irish boy was brought out of his thoughts when Sherlock strolled into the room, rolling his shoulders as if he were preparing for a football game.

Jim's eyes roam over Sherlock. While Jim had gone for a cute and approachable look, Sherlock had gone for drop dead sexy.

He was in a silky black shirt that was just the right balance between tight and loose. He had on skinny jeans, black again and then black shoes. While Jim could honestly say Sherlock looked sexy as hell, he preferred his outfit. But then again he was a self cofessed self-worshiper.

Jim snorts "Why is it that every time I go for cute, you go for sexy?"

Sherlock shrugs, picking up his bag and slinging it over one of his shoulders. The black backpack went with his outfit.

"C'mon, Jim dear, we're got less then five minutes. Which car shall we take?"

Jim walks with him towards the front door, pretending to think as Sherlock kisses his mum's cheek.

"Hmm.. The black one?"

Sherlock smirks as they exit the house. The weather wasn't great but it wasn't bad either. It was full of promise and both boys happily jump in Sherlock's black Jeep.

Jim had always been a bit jealous of how many cars the Holmes have. Sherlock was lucky that his family was relatively well off. Jim didn't have quite as much money but he wasn't far behind. His dad was just tight.

They drive in silence towards the school, in no rush. They always skip part of the first lesson on the day of the draw.

After pulling away from a red light Sherlock speaks up.

"I never thanked you.. for what you did last term"

Jim knew straight away what he meant. Last term Jim had got 'Science Students'.

"You don't need to thank me, Molly helped you. That's reason enough for us to not include her in this" Jim is only truthful. "You should probably thank her though"

"Mm. I was thinking of being her lab partner for the year and maybe buy her something nice. A necklace, maybe" Sherlock replies, pursing his lips in thought as he pulls into one of schools parking spaces.

"Sherlock Holmes, buying a girl a gift and being thankful. Who knew?" Jim laughs as they climb out of the park.

Sherlock comes round to Jim's side and punches his arm lightly with a smirk. In response, Jim gives an over the top gasp before they laugh and begin the walk towards the girls toilet.

They always did the draw in a space room beside the girl's toilet as it was the first place all three of them had met. It was also the room in which they spent most oF their time and invented the draw in.

By the time they get there Irene is already laying over one of the sofas. She'd also gone for a 'sexy' look.

Jim almost huffs when he sees her little red dress. "Why is it you two always go for sexy when I go for cute?!"

"Because, honey" Irene smirks, her red lips curling in what Jim would describe as a sexy smirk had he not known this girl as he would a sister. "Sexy suits us. You just don't pull it off"

For the second time today Jim gives a mock horrified gasp.

Then suddenly Irene is tutting, her eyes fixed on Sherlock. He raises an eyebrow and looks down at himself. Then, content he looks good, he looks up at Irene with a small frown and raised eyebrow.

Irene taps her neck "That wasn't so smart, Mr Holmes.."

"His fault!" Sherlock growls, pointing an accusing finger at Jim.

The Irish boy laughs "Again: sorry, not sorry"

Irene pulls a disgusted face, looking between them "You two make me sick.. Although I can say I blame you Jim, given the chance I'd jump Sherlock too" She purrs the last bit, fluttering her lashes at Sherlock.

Sherlock snorts and roles his eyes "Yes, yes, everyone wants me. Now, c'mon, let's find out who we'll be doing this term"

Jim and Irene both laugh at that before Irene retrieves the hat and shakes the poor thing within am inch of it's life. They didn't bother making it big or fancy, it was the game where they got to make it a show.

When she'd finished practically murdering the hat she places it down on their small coffee table (why the cleaners never bothered with this room was a mystery) Irene picks one a slip on paper near the top.

She waits for Sherlock and Jim to do the same before opening her slip.

"Yes!" She grins, turning the paper for them to see. It was a little hard seeing as she was bouncing with excitement. "Hot exchange students, here I come!"

Irene quickly slides the paper into her bag, still grinning like mad. Jim smiles at her, glad she'd gotten what she wanted even though this was a competition.

Sherlock and Irene look to Jim next, waiting for him to open his slip.

He does so and grins too, looking more amused then happy. He turns it to show them. "Ha, Drama student. I do love to be dramatic.."

"You sound like Mycroft" Sherlock snorts again.

"My, my, you are grumpy for someone who got laid last night" Irene's eyes twinkle with amusement as she speaks.

"Eh, the sex was bad" Sherlock smirks.

Clearly taking offence, Jim whacks Sherlock on the arm with an audible "Oi!"

The other two laugh at him before Sherlock unfolds his slip off paper.

"Oh, yes, this is perfect" Sherlock chuckles low, his voice going all silky as he looks at his friend's victoriously.

He turns the paper to reveal the letter's printed there: WILD CARD

Both his friend's groan, shoulders slumping.

~

The moment they walk into the history class they were presented with a perfect opportunity to set there characters and aims.

Silently they all thank their teacher for being stupidly obsessed with keeping time and obeying all school rules. Sherlock adds on the fact that he's a brainless twit who has little power.

Ignoring the teacher striding towards them, they glance around the room, finding their targets and calculating a way to possible capture they're attention now.

Jim's eyes fix on a group of Drama students all huddled together. Sherlock had hear snippets of their conversation about the bad boy going all emotions. Jim smirks, easily seeing how he can worm his way into their beds.

Irene briefly glances over at the group of new exchange students who all sat looking boring. She then looks away and down at the ground.

Sherlock doesn't bother focusing on anyone, just stands looking confident and sexy. He could have any of them so he didn't really need to think to much about what angle he wanted to play.

"Ah!" The teacher half cries, drawing the attention of the class as he stands in front of The Trio, as they had become known as to their fellow pupils.

"Mr Holmes, Ms Alder and Mr Moriarty. Care to explain why you find it acceptable to show up to my lesson late?" He makes a face, as if they'd already spent too long not replying and he was waiting for their answers.

"It's boring" Irene shrugs, earning smiles from her targets.

"I know it all already" Sherlock shrugs, not caring.

Jim makes his bottom lip quiver slightly as he leans towards Sherlock "I tend not to dwell on the past"

Seeing Jim's approach, Sherlock wraps an arm around him and tugs him close before leading them towards their seats with a glare at the teacher.

Irene drifts off to sit with the exchange students.

Sherlock and Jim make a show of 'calming' Jim down, knowing many eyes were still on them. It's not long before the teacher snaps at the class to get back to work and throws a guilty glance at Jim.

By lunch, Jim had half the drama clubs numbers, Irene had snogged and gropped an exchange students and Sherlock had been hit on four times and arranged to meet up with a girl called Diana after school for a 'night in'.