+8: Nicotine - Panic!AtTheDisco [REQUEST]

Request from @mvpwhovian

A bit of Greaser/Biker!Jim and Nerd!Sherlock.

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Monday.

Sherlock's favourite day. He absolutely loved Monday's and not because of the new college week, which was what his mother always assumed made him all 'peppy' on Monday mornings. Although, it was to do with college in a way, his mother was still way way off mark.

Sherlock loved Monday's because it meant that Jim Moriarty came to collect his homework five minutes before the final bell in the morning. As always, Sherlock had spent his whole Sunday slaving away to complete both his and Jim's homework.

It was funny really. Each Monday morning, Sherlock would stand by his locker waiting for Jim. If anyone passed him, they'd give him a sad smile and whisper to their friends about how tough it must be to be the square that Jim Moriarty chooses to pick on.

It wasn't tough at all. The homework was a breeze and there moments Jim spent with him when collecting the homework were the best of Sherlock's entire life. And they most likely always would be.

Like so many others in the school, Sherlock had fallen head over heels for the boy that smoked too much and rode what his mother liked to call a 'death machine'. Sherlock was different from all those love sick girls though - and not just because of what was in his trousers. All those girls, they wanted to change Jim and get him to settle down. Sherlock wanted anything but that. He never wanted Jim to change because honestly he was more than okay with Jim just collecting homework from him.

It wasn't like Jim didn't reward him for it.

The first time Sherlock had been rewarded by Jim, he had completely freaked out on the inside and he'd sent his dear friend Molly to give Jim his homework for the next three weeks, always finding an excuse to stay home on Mondays. When he did go back to school on Monday's, he got rewarded by Jim again.

With each reward, Sherlock just fell in love with the boy even more.

Grinning at the thought of it all, Sherlock bounces out of the bed and makes haste through his morning route. Breakfast, shower, teeth, press shir, dress, kiss my mum on the cheek and leave for school.

Sherlock always made sure to get to school fifteen minutes early. That gave him ten to sort his books and things before Jim arrived.

Those first ten minutes went by quicker than expect - but that was always the case of Monday mornings. Sherlock stood by his locker, shirt and trousers pristine and his brown satchel balanced perfectly on his right shoulder, his eyes on the corner where Jim always emerge from.

Sherlock blinks and when his eyes reopen Jim is heading towards him, clad in dark ripped jeans and a leather jacket over his red tee. Jim always wore jeans and his black leather jacket. His tees and jeans changed slightly each day but other than that his style was always the same. His hair always slicked back to perfection.

Between the Greaser's lips sat a cigarette, the ash glowing a fiery red with each drag that Jim took.

"Hey, Sherlock..." Jim's eyes take a moment to roam over Sherlock, from head to toe and back again. "Looking as prim and proper as always."

Sherlock smiles a little, never sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. He said it like a compliment but Sherlock was more than aware that people like Jim didn't find his look 'cool'.

"Hello, Jim." Sherlock replies, smiling widening.

Jim smirks and takes a drag of his cigarette, the tip flaring a bright orange. He takes the white stick away from his mouth and blows the smoke in Sherlock's face, smirk widening. Sherlock coughs a little, inhaling the smoke without meaning to.

He knows that it should make him tremble in fear or hate Jim but the action just makes Sherlock's heart beat that bit faster. That way Jim look at him as he coughed told Sherlock that Jim knew exactly what the action did to him.

Sherlock reaches into his bag, knowing that the bell was going to go soon. He pulls out a collect of papers and hands them to Jim. The boy puts the cigarette back between his lips and takes the papers, quickly looking through him before putting them in his own bag.

"Thanks, doll" Jim winks at Sherlock before leaning in to give Sherlock his reward.

As the other boy leans in, a number of smells hit Sherlock. Soap. Nicotine. Leather. A spicy aftershave. Sherlock loves every single one of them. But he doesn't have much more time to inhale all the smells and think how much he loved them, because soon there's another sensation that he loves even more.

Jim's soft lips are pressed to Sherlock for a few soft moment. Not moving. Just there. God, they were so soft and warm. Sherlock could taste the cigarettes - he always could. He loved that taste, especially mixed with the taste of something that was just completely and uniquely Jim Moriarty.

Sherlock often wondered what would happen if, in these few moments Jim said thank you, he moved his lips and took the simple kiss that step further. Would Jim return the kiss or recoil? Would he pull Sherlock closer by his waist or would he push Sherlock away?

All too soon, those soft lips leave his. Sherlock blinks, not even realising he had closed his eyes. Jim winks again before he turns on his heels and starts down the hall to his first class.

Sherlock sighs and leaves back into his locker, watching the boy he loved get further and further away.

The bell rings then, making Sherlock jump and hurry down the hall towards his own class.

By the time the end of school came around, Sherlock had dubbed the day as the best Monday of all Monday ever. He could still hardly believe what had happened. He'd pinched himself three times already. Sherlock had thought that the kiss he got this morning was good but this.. this was great. Perfect even. The kind of stuff that Sherlock had dreamt of.

It happened at lunch.

Sherlock was sitting at his usual table with his small collection of friends. Molly, another intelligent student who Sherlock had befriended when they were put together for a science experiment. John, a boy who spent most of his time buried in books who Sherlock meet in the library and asked for directions to the science section. And finally Lestrade, one of the school's best football players that had an obvious crush of Molly and seemed to find Sherlock funny for some reason and so sat with them.

He hasn't been expecting it. Jim had just strolled up to their table, causing Molly and John to grow silent, and plopped down in the seat between Sherlock and Lestrade. He'd slung his arm over Sherlock's shoulders and smiled at him, looking at Sherlock solely, as if there was no one else around.

All the same smells from this morning envelope Sherlock and the usually shy boy was very tempted to lean forward and bury his nose in Jim's shoulder. He could feel the weight of Jim's arm around his shoulder and he knew if he turned his head he'd see Jim's hand, stroking his upper arm in circular motions.

"Hey, Sherlock" Jim greeted, like he always does.

Sherlock reply was automatic. A smile and the words:  "Hello, Jim."

Lestrade had been scowling at Jim. The football players and the bikers had always had some kind of tension between their groups and on top of that Lestrade believe that Sherlock was being bullied by this boy.

Jim ignored the look, still focused on Sherlock.

"I have a job for you. School project for science. Chemistry." Jim had said, always straight to the point.

Sherlock didn't hesitate to nod. "Of course. I'll need the instructions."

Jim shook his head. "Nope. I want you to come to my house after school today. It's too much for a weekend and we'll get it done quicker if we do after school sessions, yeah?"

That was the most Jim had ever really spoke to Sherlock and the boy had to blink to get over the shock of that. When the words registered Sherlock was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish's.

Jim chuckled and slid a folded piece of paper into Sherlock's shirt pocket, patting it after.

"That's my address. I'll see you later, 'kay doll?" Jim stood and disappeared as soon as he had appeared.

Now, Sherlock smiles at the memory and slides the piece of paper out of his pocket. He hadn't looked at it yet but when he opens it, he can't stop himself from grinning. It was a short note, starting with 'Hey, Sherlock' and ended with a drawn smiley face and two x's.

Sherlock hitches his satchel higher up his shoulder and sets off for the address, which was probably a ten minutes walk from the college.

Those ten minutes went by just as fast as the ten minutes Sherlock waits in the morning. Before he knew it, he was stood outside Jim's house. Sherlock once again pull the strap of his bag higher before he knocks on the house.

He then takes a step back as he waits for someone to answer the door and let him in.

It's Jim who answers. He's in the same clothes as earlier and he's got a cigarette between his lips again. He sends Sherlock a large grin, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to blow the smoke to the side as he runs his eyes from Sherlock's head and down to his toe. The look was somewhere between assessing and admiring, but Sherlock couldn't figure out which it closest to.

"Come in." Jim smiles, waving his hand to urge Sherlock to step into the house.

Sherlock does, offering a small smile of his own as he closes the door behind himself. When he turns back, Jim is looking at him... an odd sparkle in his eyes. For a blinding moment, Sherlock panics but then he immediately calms, trusting that Jim would never hurt him.

Without a word, Jim turns and heads up the stair (which are directly across from the front door. Sherlock briefly looks around the the open corridor, taking in the neutral coloured walls and the click flooring. He spots a few pictures but doesn't get a chance to look closer because Jim whistles and Sherlock immediately begins to follow him up the stairs.

Sherlock's heart thumped almost painfully. Was Jim taking him.. to his room?

Sherlock wasn't surprised to find that Jim's bedroom smelled exactly like him - nicotine mixed with a spicy aftershave. It was dark too, until Jim opened his heavy navy curtains. It was relatively tidy, minus the occasional pair of jeans on the floor and the unmade bed. The walls were a collage of poster of various bands and people that Sherlock didn't recognise or really want to know about.

It was nice. Sherlock liked it. Very Jim.

"So, what's the assignment?" Sherlock asks, looking away from the posters to the boy stood in front of him.

In the time he'd been looking around, Jim had removed his leather jacker - revealing two perfect, pale and toned arms. Sherlock had to wipe his mouth to check he wasn't drooling.

Jim takes one long drag before he puts out the cigarette and walks closer to Sherlock. Unlike most would, Sherlock doesn't move backwards or flinch or cower away; he just stands there and watches Jim's face as he waits for an answer.

"I lied." Jim admits, smirking like lying was something he was proud of. "There's no assignment. I just wanted you round."

"I... W-why?" That fear returns for a brief second.

Jim's hand settles on Sherlock's cheek, stroking the smooth skin slowly. He doesn't speak for some time, just watches Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock watches back and waits.

"I want to kiss you." Jim says. Not in answer to Sherlock's question, though.

"You can." Sherlock answers before he thinks.

Even if he had thought about it, his answer would have been the same.

"Properly? Not just a peck?" Jim asks.

And he was genuinely asking. His whole vibe made out he'd be the taking sort, who would kiss Sherlock as he pleased when he pleased (which shouldn't appeal to Sherlock but really did) yet he was here, asking if he could kiss Sherlock because... Well, that Sherlock didn't know. Because he cared about Sherlock's opinion? Because he didn't want to force Sherlock? Because he wanted to gain Sherlock's trust?

Who knows.

Whatever Jim's reason for asking, Sherlock nods to his question.

Jim smiles. "Okay. Perfect."

Nothing happens. Sherlock frowns, raising an eyebrow. He thought Jim was going to kiss him.. not stand there and state.

"What about more than kissing?"

Sherlock turns red, immediately knowing what Jim was talking about. He considers it for sometime, his mothers voice in the back of his head saying about saving it for someone he truly loves. That's what makes Sherlock nod again.

"Yes. If you want that."

Jim smiles again and his hand falls so it's on the back of Sherlock's neck. He's about pulls Sherlock closer and duck down to claim the other boy's lips when Sherlock stops him by placing a hand on his chest.

Jim frowns, looking disappointed. "Changed your mind? This is your first time, right?"

"No, I haven't changed my mind but yes, you are my first" Sherlock answers. "I just.. Will I still get the kiss each Monday morning after this? Or..will this be it and then you'll move onto the next one?" As he speaks, he makes it so it's impossible to tell what he thinks of each option.

He wanted Jim to be honest.

"You'll still get the reward kisses." Jim replies. "But.. this won't be a relationship. And you can't tell people. It's one time. After this, it's just the kisses in the morning when you give me my homework.."

Sherlock chuckles and nods. "That's fine."

He wouldn't tell people anyway. And he wouldn't want a relationship. Relationships change people and Sherlock never wanted Jim to change. He was perfect the way he was, even if that was far from what most people thought was perfect.

"Really?" Jim asks, surprised.

Another nod. "Yes. I'm happy with the reward kisses."

"You don't want more?" Jim sounds.. almost hurt.

"I don't want you to change." Sherlock explains.

"God.. You're perfect, you know that?" Jim chuckles, his other hand settling on Sherlock's hip and pulling him closer.

Sherlock just laughs, parting his lips and waiting for Jim to kiss him. They were much closer now than they were a few moments ago and Sherlock doubted Jim did that so they could keep talking.

There's a one beat pause before Sherlock feels Jim press his lips against his own.