Just A Game [Teenlock]

Chapter Seventeen: Benjamin And Corey

Sorry for the long wait, guys! I'd blame school but I'm sure we all know that I'm a lazy cow that just reads and writes most of the day. Anyway! Two new characters! Let me know what you think of them.

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What had he been thinking?...

Such a stupid idea. Then again, most of his ideas were stupid and, in hindsight, he knew this was coming. It always, always, happened this way.

It was a solid fact. Benjamin was not good for his health, mental or physical. He wasn't good before, and he wasn't good now. Things weren't quite as terrible as back then but Sherlock was still stupid enough to go running back to all the drugs and to him.

Sherlock slowly raises his head, pushing the covers down to his chest. His head was throbbing and the moment his eyes open, he screwed them shut again when the ringing in his ears increased.

Such a stupid idea.

Sherlock gives up on the notion of sitting up in the bed - His bed. When did they come here? - and just falls onto the warm chest beside him.

A laugh emits from above and travels through Sherlock's body, making him groan and try to push his face further into the warmth. A hand carts through his hair, gentle but possessive.

"Got a kick to them, don't they?" The boy laughs, messy black hair even messier at this time in the morning and after last night.

Sherlock manages a smile, just. "A hell of a kick"

It's silent for a moment, Sherlock's hands running over Benjamin's sides and nipple piercing. Shivers and small puffs of air escape the boy as Sherlock explores. More scars have been added since Sherlock last saw him, the teen notes with a some what sad (maybe just a tad satisfied) smile.

"What's the time?" Sherlock asks.

"Why?" Benjamin frowns, pulling his black hoop into his mouth as the hand in Sherlock's hair came to a stop.

Sherlock slowly sits up so he can meet the other boys eyes. "Jim's coming round at the usual time, which is two pm. It's probably best you don't meet him"

Benjamin nods. "Yeah. Wouldn't want Molly finding out"

Sherlock gives a tight smile, nodding back.

The boy presses a kiss to Sherlock's lip, his piercing cold against Sherlock's full lip.

"I know what you're like, Sherlock, but.. for me, don't fuck Jim anytime soon. He.. I don't want you to be close to him like that..." Benjamin's voice was quiet and almost cracked at the end of his sentence.

Even before, Benjamin had been jealous of Jim. Jim had, in many ways, replaced Benjamin's role in Sherlock's life. The hours Sherlock would normally spend with the boy in front of him he spent with Jim instead. The laugh and smiles usually exchanged between Sherlock and Benjamin were suddenly shared with Jim.

Sherlock nods and verbally promises to not have any form of sex with Jim.

Not long after, Benjamin slides out of bed. He dresses quickly, seeing as the clock was flashing the digits 13:29. Sherlock sits in his bed, head still throbbing, and smiles as he watches the older boy pull on his black hoodie. After promising ten times that he would go round later, Sherlock is given a kiss on his forehead before Benjamin leaves.

Jim arrives perfectly on time, the clock just moving it's big hand to the twelve as the Irish boy rasps his knuckle against the door. Sherlock doesn't answer, staying in his room and quickly dressing (He'd spent twenty minutes or so hiding all the drugs that Benjamin left).

The science is icy and awkward as Sherlock leads Jim up the stairs, completely different to how much it had been yesterday when they were hugging and making up. Sherlock swallows thickly, all the words Benjamin had uttered in the past 24 hours washing over him.

'I'll be watching, Sherlock'

With a sigh, Sherlock pushes open his bedroom door and all but falls onto his bed, still exhausted.

"Had a long night?" Jim asks, taking a seat on the desk chair.

Sherlock turns his face towards Jim and nods. "Mm. You could say that"

Another long silence passes.

"We should talk..." Jim trails off, avoiding Sherlock's eyes.

Ugh. Talking. Sherlock just wanted to sleep and maybe send his mum to the donut shop.

"Everything's been said" Sherlock says, opting to not reply with his initial thoughts.

"I agree but it's.."

Sherlock frowns and sits up.

Sherlock had said sorry and they were both more than willing to go back to their old ways. Why was Jim hesitating?

"What's wrong?" Sherlock cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

Jim brings his hands in front of him and waves them around as he searches for the words. Before long he sighs and stands, crossing the room quickly and settling beside Sherlock. He places a hand on Sherlock's knee.

"Why'd you forgive me?"

"You're my best friend" Sherlock replies, straight away. He watches Jim's face drop in disappointment when he doesn't continue. So, he continues. "And... I need you, Jim. You've always been here for me and it's about time I showed you how much I care for you, too"

Jim grins at that before he pulls Sherlock into a quick hug. Sherlock pats his back as he hugs back, wondering in some dark corner of his mind if Benjamin would be angry about all this. Probably.

Jim pulls back and he's about to say something when Sherlock's bedroom door flies open to reveal a very blonde boy with a round face and piercing blue eyes. He looked like he'd walked out of a movie about the boy next door.

He's got a large grin on his face as he dramatically enters.

"Sherrrrrrlock, baby! Daddy's home! And I brought those yummy little donuts you like"

A packet of donuts are dropped onto Sherlock's lap and he frowns at the other boy, after mentally praising him and thanking him for the donuts of course, wondering why the hell he was here and how he got in.

"Who let you in?" Sherlock wonders, noting how confused Jim looked out the corner of his eyes.

"Your mother did, deary" The boy then starts to poke all over Sherlock's face.

It seemed odd but Sherlock knew exactly what he was looking for. When he got no reaction from Sherlock his grin, though it seemed impossible, widened.

"You are looking absolutely fabulous" He beams, taking Sherlock's face in his hands and studying him carefully.

The worry was very well hidden.

Suddenly, Jim's hands shove the boy's own away from Sherlock's cheek with a small glare.

"Who are you?"

The boy gapes at him, as if insulted that he didn't know who he was on sight. Sherlock bites back a smile.

The boy before him was Corey Hester, the campest and most flamboyant person Sherlock had ever met in his whole life.

Corey places a hand on his hip and gives him the once over. "My name's Corey, hun, and your lovely self is?"

"Jim" answers the Irish boy, gruffly. "I'm sorry to be rude" - he wasn't - "but why are you here?"

Corey snaps his fingers once and leans forward. "I'm here, and I'm queer so gay used to it, honey"

Jim must blinks in shock, not sure whether to laugh or be annoyed. Corey leans back, satisfied, before he turns towards Sherlock.

He taps Sherlock's cheek. "You eat up, I'm coming to pick you up after college tomorrow"

Sherlock squeezes Corey's hand. "Thank you, Corey"

"No probs at all, hun" Corey winks before he left in the same whirlwind fashion he had arrived.

Sherlock chuckles before turning to Jim with a smile.

"That's Corey. Old friend"

Jim hums before standing. "Tea?"

"Love some"

*

Sherlock stood outside, coat wrapped tightly around him as the wind pounded against his left side, seemingly determined to knock him on his arse. The sun was out about two hours ago for God's sake! The weather didn't know to do with itself, it seemed.

Good thing he'd brought his coat with him today. He'd be a ice lolly by now if he hadn't grabbed it on a whim this morning.

Jim and he had their tea and things seemed to revert back to the way it was before. Soon they were laughing and watching the TV, tacking the piss out of celebrities and just acting ten years younger than they really were.

Well. Maybe not quite that young.

When they were eight and nine they were probably running around in pirate uniforms and trying to steal all of Mycroft's 'gold' while they giggled about how they would poke the eldest Holmes brother with their 'swords'.

Sherlock smiles at the memory of a younger version of himself and Jim running around the garden with Redbeard by their side.

He looks down then, pushing away the memories and focusing on not freezing. A gush of wind hurls into his side then, causing the usually nimble teen to stagger forwards.

"Bloody bipolar English weather" Sherlock grumbles, checking his watch and glancing round.

He should have know that Corey would be late. He was always late. Sherlock swore that boy was born without a sense of time.

Sherlock goes back to tapping his foot impatiently and looking bored when John suddenly appears by his side, Molly not far behind and struggling with multiple bags.

"Hi, Sherlock!" The shorter boy smiles, a bundle of happiness.

Today, Sherlock didn't feel up to being happy. He hadn't had a smoke in three days and his back was killing him. Not to forget all the bottled up emotions he was refusing to let out that now weighed down his shoulders, setting them in a permanent slump.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow at his overly joyous friend. "What's got you so happy?"

"We've got a test tomorrow in Chemistry"

This wasn't news to Sherlock, of course.

"Most people don't get excited over tests" Sherlock states with a puff of air.

Why on Earth was John suddenly acting like an overexcited puppy? This couldn't be because they had a rather uncoordinated rutting session, could it? Surely John was smart enough to figure out that that's all it was.

Sherlock was going to pull his hair out if he had to explain to John that sex is just sex and nothing more.

"I was wondering-" He's cut off by Molly finally joining them, hauling three bags with her.

"Ugh. John. Help" She demands.

John, ever the gentleman, swoops in to help the damsel in distress. Sherlock rolls his eyes as John takes the two heaviest bags leaving Molly to carry only her dance bag.

"Anyway" John returns to looking at Sherlock. "I was wondering if we could have a revision session today. I know it's not Wednesday but we the test tomorrow I could do with a few hours. You explain things better than the books" Molly nudges John then. "Oh! And can Molly join us? We've all got the test tomorrow"

"I-" Sherlock's reply is lost as an engine revs and a gleaming red motorbike stops in front of them, almost hitting Molly.

John and Molly jump towards of their skin while Sherlock just rolls his eyes.

Typical Corey. Always one to enter dramatically. Subtly was far from his strong suit.

"You're late" He tells the boy.

Gloved hands reach up to remove the black bike helmet, revealing a giggling Corey who now looked like he had sex hair. Sherlock, if had one, would have held a mirror up just to watch Corey freak out over his hair.

"Awh, sorry I'm late, doll. But you know how my oh so lovely sister can be" He winks at Sherlock before turning to the other people.

John and Molly still look like their hearts were about to leap out of their chests. The looks they sent Corey's way were in no way pleasant. John looked like he was ready to kill and had already moved closer to Molly, worried for her.

"You nearly killed us!" Molly glares at the biker

Sherlock briefly wonders why she was so annoyed with the world today. First the bags and now this. He doubted it was the test. A certain Ms Alder, Sherlock guesses with a smirk.

"And this lovely lady would be.." Corey's eyes dart over Molly's face for a moment. "Molly?" He guesses, his smile telling them all that he knew he was right. Corey then turns towards John. "Ah! Easy. You're John"

"How do you know us?" John asks, still visibly confused. He glances at Sherlock briefly, as he was the only one that appeared to know the boy before them.

A spare helmet is then tossed Sherlock's way. "C'mon, deary, people to see"

Sherlock nods and puts the helmet on before he climbs on the back of the bike. He turns to John and Molly.

"I have plans"

Molly scoffs. "Obviously"

John glances at her, eyebrow raised. Sherlock just shrugs before he wraps his arms around Corey's waist.

"Ready to go, baaaaabe?" Corey asks, dragging out the pet name with a small giggle.

Sherlock nods and without another word Corey puts his helmet back on and kicks off, not even saying goodbye to the two teenagers left standing confused outside their college.

When Irene joins the two, she raises an eyebrow at their confused faces.

"Okay. What did I miss?"

"Um" is the best answer John can give.