+28: Fast Times At Clairemont High - Pierce The Veil [REQUEST] 

Request from @Queen_Of_Michief  (<3 you, amazing song. I didn't think it got better than King For A Day) 

I know that @ConsultingFangirl_ requested first but I finished this one first and thought I'd upload it. I'm doing Every You Every Me next and will be mixing up the order of requests a bit to ensure that I get at least one of everyone's requests ASAP.

Smut request. 

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In every school, there's at least one guy or girl that seems to attract the most attention from the opposite sex. They're flaunted over and asked out every week. They get flirted with regularly and usually hop between relationships or they remain single and just date for the majority of school. They can be nice people or horrible. There's not any rules about who becomes this person but there are typical stereotypes. 

For the person that seems to attract most of the attention at Clairemont High's School For Boys... It's a little different. 

First off, he doesn't attract any attention from the opposite sex because the only females that are in the school are teachers. All the attention he gets is from other boys. Second, he doesn't date or have relationships of any kind. Like, at all. He doesn't even have friends. Well, it a way he could fit a stereotype of the school idol in the sense that many people were attracted to the mysterious and the unknown.

He just seems.. different, though. You can't compare him to another person. 

There's no question of why he's popular among the boys, though, even with the odd atmosphere he gives off. 

He has full, pouty lips and a beautifully shaped arse. His curls remind you of dark chocolate and they pool over his forehead in that effortless way you can't help but admire and be envious of. His pale cheek and high cheekbones just add to his mysterious nature, along with that smirk that says he knows something you don't. Then, on top of all that, he's one of just two foreign students. A guy with an English accent in an American school... It sounds like a typical movie set up. 

He doesn't ever express his feelings towards all the attention he gets beyond asking the other boys not to touch his arse (it never stops them, though). 

The boarding school was basically a rich kid's playground and all students had too much time on their hands, being the best and brightest as well as the people who had influence over the teacher's paychecks because everyone's mummy or daddy was someone important meant that they got away with murder. Trips out where often organised and the teachers said nothing when most of the boys seemed to trail after one person like puppies in a way that boarders on obsessive. 

The student's often ensured the trips were to places like the beach where lack of clothing was acceptable. They all seemed like horny, desperate dogs that wanted that one bit of meat their owner said no to. On top of that, all his followers could get rather possessive and many of them referred to him as theirs, as if they owned him. 

Their behaviour disgusted Jim. 

*

"The beach again, what a surprise" Jim hums sarcastically as he and Sebastian seat themselves on a large towel at the top of the beach where they could easily watch the other students. 

The teachers sat a little distance away from them, obviously having the same idea about keeping an eye on everyone. For different reasons, of course. Neither Jim or Sebastian had any interest in making sure their peers were safe and behaving. No, they simply liked to laugh at the idiots.

"Yep. Total surprise" Sebastian laughs along with Jim.

They make little comments here and there but otherwise don't speak. 

"Oh, second coach is finally here" Sebastian exclaims, wishing round to watch the final coach full of students pull up. 

Moments later, students pour on to the beach. Jim's eyes are on one student in particular. 

Sherlock Holmes had the usual gaggle of boys on his heel. About five boys were with him today. That was about average as more than that tended to mean Sherlock would go sit inside the toilet until the end of the trip. 

Jim catches a bit of what their saying as they all pass him. 

"Awh, Sherly, it's such a hot day and that shirt must be hot"

"Yeah, c'mon handsome, show us that beautiful body"

"Mmmm. The sun feels lovely on my skin"

"The sun really brings out the colours in your eyes"

"You're quiet today, Sherlock. The heat uncomfortable? Maybe you should take off that shirt"

Jim snorts. What original lines. 

Sherlock mirgates towards the sea and sits, looking out in to the distance. He looks like someone that wanted to escape to Jim. His eyes always lingered on the boats and Jim could imagine Sherlock was picturing himself on one, far from these boys that love him so. 

As the group chat away to Sherlock, the boy gives replies. They'd be quiet and short, like always. Sherlock wasn't shy or anything, he just spoke that way to most people. Because he wants them to go away, Jim's sure. 

The boys surrounding him remind Jim of sharks circling their prey before feed. Jim swallows at the mental image and looks away from the group, making a comment to Sebastian about the large group of boys that were surrounding a group of giggling girls. 

Sebastian doesn't take the bait. 

"Why do you never talk to Holmes?" He asks. It's a question that has come up a lot, Jim's answer is always the same. 

"What's the point?" 

Sebastian sighs before he strips his shirt and lays back, using the chance to catch some more sun. "He'll never notice you if you just sit here"

"It doesn't matter what I say, he doesn't want friends. He just wants to be left alone. How these idiots don't see that..." Jim trails off angrily. 

"They're delusional because they're that in love with him"

Jim snorts. "In love? They're sixteen, seventeen and eighteen"

"You told me that you loved him, that you were saving your-"

"Shut up! I was drunk!" Jim yells in a panic, glaring down at his friend.

Sebastian sighs once again. "I don't know what to tell you, Jim. Stop whining... Oh, and put some sun cream on unless you want to be bright red"

Jim grumbles insults at his friend but does as he's told. Burning really hurt. 

* 

"Sherlock Holmes and..."

The tension in the room is thick. Half the class is leaning forward eagerly, waiting to hear if the teacher said their name. Jim glances around at them and wonders who paid her the most. When group activities were coming up, many students paid to try and get Sherlock grouped with them. 

This activity, however, Jim couldn't recall being previously announced. That means the pairings would be random and that no one has had the chance to pay off the teacher. When that happens, the teachers often put Sherlock with someone that isn't his personal shadow for his sake. That small fact made Jim hate them just a tiny bit less.

The teacher licks her lips and looks around the room, nervous with all the eyes on her that basically screamed 'say my name or die'. Her eyes settle  on Jim.

"...and Jim Moriarty." She says quickly before carrying on to announce the other pairs.

Heads turn and Jim recieves a number of glares. He ignores them. Sebastian, who is sat beside him, grins and nudges him so Jim kicks him under the table as hard as he possibly could.

He remains calm on the outside and doesn't even look Sherlock's way, feeling the boys eyes on him.

A three month long project.. With Sherlock Holmes. Jim thinks he might die. This will be the first time he speaks to the boy. It's a chance to become the other's friend - although the chances of Sherlock accepting his hand in friendship was slim. Very slim.

When all the names are called, the teacher shouts for all the pairs to sit by each other. Sebastian stands and pats him on the shoulder, saying his farewell and going to whoever his partner is. Jim isn't paying attention and is only brought back into reality when he's poked violently in the shoulder.

He blinks and sees Sherlock Holmes stood in front of his desk. Jim's eyes widen for a moment before he rubs his shoulder and frowns.

"Ow. You didn't have to attack me" 

Great first words, Jim. Bet that impressed him. Jim thinks sarcastically. 

Sherlock avoids his eyes and looks down. "Sorry. You didn;t response to anything light.."

"Oh..." Jim nods before clearing his throat. "Er, you going to sit down or what?"

Sherlock shakes his head and passes over a piece of paper. 

"Uhhh.. What's this?" Jim asks, reading the subtitles in confusion. These were all the sub-catagories for the project. 

"Please get started on them. I have to attend a meeting" Sherlock says, still avoiding eye contact. Then he spins on his heels and walks off. 

Jim watches him go with a confused expression before he collects himself and gets started on the work. 

*

They move study location at least once a week. That way they get a few days to work in peace before Sherlock's oh so adoring fans find him and bug them while they work. Sherlock never speaks up about the attention and Jim is always the one that says it's too hard for him to work and that they need to get away from them. 

Sherlock doesn't argue and simply follows Jim to the next place. 

After a month and a half of moving around like that, Sherlock leads Jim to an unused store room deep inside the school. They won't be interrupted there. They just need to ensure they time when they come to study perfectly or Sherlock might be followed. 

The new room is bare and just has a table and sacks of chairs. It's perfect for them to get down and work, though. 

They finish the project a month early and hand it in but Sherlock stills invites Jim to come do his homework with Sherlock in the room. Mostly, they don't speak and  Jim likes that they both seem to like the quiet. He doesn't let his hopes raise, though. He refuses to let himself see this offer of doing homework in a silent room as Sherlock's way of being his friend. 

It's a Saturday evening when Jim thinks he fucks it all up. 

"Sherlock.. Why don't you just tell them all to piss off? It's pretty clear you dislike all the attention"

Sherlock tenses and stops writing, staring down at the paper. Jim wishes he could take the words back but they're already out and it's too late. 

"I.. don't mind the attention. I just... I don't know." Sherlock pauses and swallows. "It's better it be me than another boy."

Jim can't help the way a smile slides on to his face. "That's really nice of you, Sherlock.. But you should still tell them to leave you alone if you don't want the attention. For all you know, whoever they obsess over next might embrace the attention"

"Can we stop discussing this?" Sherlock asks.

"But I just-" Jim shuts up when Sherlock stands quickly, his chair screeching back. 

"Mind your own business" Sherlock says, tone harsh. 

Jim stands slowly and moves over to Sherlock. He hated how he was seeing Sherlock upset for the first time and it was because of him. He didn't want to cause Sherlock any pain. Not ever. He'd rather die. 

"Hey.. I didn't want to pry. I'm sorry, okay?" Jim offers a smile.

Sherlock makes the briefest of eye contact before he nods, eyes on the floor.

Jim lifts Sherlock's chin so they're looking at eachother. "I really am sorry for upsetting you" 

Sherlock closes his eyes and nods again. Jim waits and then, unthinkingly, leans in and places a soft peck on Sherlock's lips. Sherlock tears away immediately and flees, leaving Jim frozen as he tries to process what he'd just done

Sherlock doesn't approach him the next day to go do their homework and when Jim checks the room, Sherlock isn't there. During lessons and such, Jim doesn't talk to Sherlock. He doesn't want to be another boy forcing his company on Sherlock. Things go like that for two weeks - Jim checking the room and not speaking to Sherlock.

It's Sunday morning, just after church, when they come face to face again. 

Jim, knowing it was a long shot, trails towards the room with slumped shoulders. He hated himself for fucking this up. 

When he enters the room, he freezes. Sherlock is sat on the table, swinging his feet innocently and listening to music with his eyes closed. Jim closes the door as loud as he could but when Sherlock doesn't react to that, he bites his lip. 

Does he shake him? Shout? Throw a pencil? 

Jim decides that he'd just say his name repeatedly and wait for the song to end so Sherlock will hear him. Jim can faintly hear the song and whenever he stops hearing it, he speaks up. 

It's not until the fifth "Sherlock!" that Sherlock blinks and yanks out his headphones. He stands from the table and places down his phone, pressing a button on the side that must stop the music. He stares at Jim and it's the most eye contact that Sherlock's ever made with him. 

"Uh... Hi.." Jim flashes a smile. "Sherlock, look, I'm really-"

Sherlock holds up a hand. Jim shuts up. 

Sherlock steps closer and Jim tenses up, staring back at the other boy. God.. It's so tense in this room and Jim can't stop thinking how pretty Sherlock's eyes are. Sherlock keeps walking until he's in front of Jim, standing as close as the day when Jim kissed him...

"I don't know why but... I like you, Jim." He continues before Jim can say anything. "But I'm scared. With all the attention I get... It all seems fake" 

Jim nods, showing he was following. Of course it did. All the lines he got given were so cheap and disgusting - so fake.

Sherlock slowly lifts his hand and places it on Jim's shoulder. His other goes to the other shoulder. Then he's pressing closer and his hands join at the back of Jim's neck. Jim doesn't do anything, waiting for Sherlock to tell him what he wants. 

"Kiss me again" Sherlock murmurs the words, looking up at Jim with big eyes. 

"You sure?" Jim asks, hands lightly settling on Sherlock's hips. 

Sherlock nods and so Jim leans down and presses his lips gently against Sherlock own. He pulls back after just a second despite wanting to press his lips firmly to the soft, full ones that belong to Sherlock. 

"Don't stop" Sherlock says, pulling Jim closer by his neck. 

Jim complies, moulding their lips together once more in a slow, gentle kiss. Sherlock slowly turns them around and moves backwards, bringing Jim with him. He doesn't stop until he's against the wall with Jim in front of him.

Pulling away only for a second, Jim presses his lips firmer against Sherlock's. Their lips move together like that for only a moment before Sherlock pushes Jim's lips apart forcefully before he gently massages Jim's tongue with his own. 

A scorching wave runs through Jim and he flushes, feeling a bit drunk on the sensations. His cock then decides to take a strong interest in their no longer chaste actions. He just hopes that Sherlock can't feel it.

He feels so hot and he has to separate their lips to pant, trying to refill his lungs. 

Sherlock gives an innocent smile but his eyes are hungry as they stare at Jim. A moment later, Jim is pressing Sherlock into the wall and slamming their lips together in a bruising kiss. Sherlock moans into his mouth. 

"Jim..." He purrs the name, his long fingers gripping Jim's hair. 

Jim sucks on Sherlock's lower lips before he returns to mimicking sex with their tongue, flicks and sucking and rubbing is a mix of short and long drags. It didn't help him cool down and if the way Sherlock was squirming was any sign then Sherlock wasn't feeling all that cool either. 

Jim places his knee between Sherlock legs, pleased with the bulge he felt pressing against his trousers. Sherlock doesn't even try to restrain himself, he rolls his hips forward and grinds against Jim's leg, letting out a soft whine. 

Jim pulls back to breathe again but also before he just had to watch. He looks down and watches in awe as Sherlock rubs himself against his leg. 

"Jim! God, please.." Sherlock whimpers and Jim looks up at Sherlock's flushed, needy face. 

He nods before pausing. "I don't have any condoms or.. or anything"

Sherlock reaches into his trouser pocket and produces a condom. "And there's lube in my bag, I'm already stretched, though.."

Jim raises an eyebrow and Sherlock flushes further. 

"I, uh... I sort of.. Well, I wouldn't say planned.. I hoped" He stumbles over his words and Jim smiles, giving him a soft kiss. 

"It's fine" Jim says, taking the condom. 

Sherlock pushes forward so they're not leaning against the wall anymore, his eyes locked with Jim's own. "The idea of you taking me on that table behind you is an extremely appealing one"

Jim feels as though all air was sucked from him. His skin feels electric. Alive. Sherlock's looking at him with those beautiful eyes and he's saying such sexy things. Jim's almost overwhelmed by it all. He feels drunk. Completely intoxicarted by everything that is Sherlock. His lips. His words. His smell. His face. His eyes... Jesus Christ, those eyes. 

In one smooth movement, Jim picks Sherlock up. Legs immediately wrap around his waist, pressing their hips together and making moans pour from them both. A moment later, Sherlock is set on the table. 

Sherlock kisses Jim once, quick and fierce and full of dark promise. Then he gently pushes him back from the table and stands.

"Strip" He says, the demand rather soft. 

Jim doesn't hesitate to do as he's told and Sherlock does the same. Jim watches at first but has to look away when he sets out of his trousers. When he looks back, Sherlock is bent over the table and something pink catches Jim's eye. 

He'd thought that he felt dizzy with arousal before.. Now he felt absolutely breathless and like he might combust. He can't tear his eyes away. His heart pounds. It stutters and thumps in his chest. He can the blood roaring in his ears.

There, right between Sherlock's gloriously curved cheeks, is the base of a decent sized anal plug. He's stretched around it in the most beautiful way. To think.. That's been there the whole time. 

Jim bites back a moan and turns so he's in line with Sherlock. He steps closer and running his fingers down Sherlock's side. The boy below jolts and shudders, pushing his arse back. Presenting it. 

Jim brushes two fingers over the base of the plug and Sherlock gasps. Jim's fingers gently curls around it and he licks his lips. He begins to pull and Sherlock's muscles clench, trying to keep it in before they give in and the plug slips from Sherlock. 

Sherlock makes a strangled noise that makes Jim's brain short-circuit. 

"Oh, fucking hell... That's so sexy" 

Sherlock gives a small giggle. "Thank you" 

Jim leans down and presses his lips to Sherlock's shoulder, making him shiver ever so slightly. Jim smiles against his skin before he pulls up and rips open the condom packet, rolling it on in one quick movement. 

Five minutes later, Sherlock is babbling and gasping and his breathing hitches. Jim is seeing stars, his sweat dampened skin prickling with every little noise from Sherlock. His trusts are just like his kisses from before - a mix of long, drawn out pulls and quick, energetic snaps, He loves the way Sherlock's made incoherent by the changes, how he moans Jim's name full of lust and adoration. 

Jim inhales sharply, switching again to high paced thrusts. 

"J...Jim... F-fucking hell.. I'm.. Oh! Nnng-- Oh, fuck yes.. So.. Almost! Just. Don't. Stop."

He doesn't change pace again, pounding into Sherlock in an almost animalistic manner. He pulls wanton, frantic sounds from Sherlock's lips and the boy is practically sobbing his name over and over. Jim doesn't stop, his fingers curl around Sherlock's hips and he buries himself in the other over and over and over. 

"So fucking sexy" Jim growls before leaning down, his finger trailing over Sherlock's taunt stomach as he lightly bites Sherlock's earlobe. 

That's all it takes for Sherlock to come undone. He jerks asking Jim, vibrating as he moans a string of curse words and Jim's name. Ripples of fire travel through Jim. Shockwaves. His vision goes white behind his eyelids as he pulses inside of Sherlock, having no awareness of anything he says as he fills the condom. 

Sherlock goes limp under him and after what seem an infinity of falling over the edge, Jim joins him in panting and falling there, boneless and void of energy. 

Jim pulls out carefully, kissing Sherlock's neck as he winces slightly. There isn't a bin in here so Jim removes the condom and ties it, trailing over to his bag and placing it inside before he returns to Sherlock. He pulls the boy up and sits on the chair, Sherlock on his lap. 

Both are still breathing heavily and don't have enough oxygen to speak yet. 

Sherlock slowly lifts his head and presses his lips to Jim's before letting his head fall to Jim's shoulder. Jim squeezes his hips and kisses his forehead, closing his eyes and enjoying this closeness.