IOU a Match

Chapter 1 - Fuck Buddies

•Sherlock's POV•

Alarms are annoying, I'll tell you that much. I slapped my own loudly, mumbling "Shut the fuck up."

I stretched, feeling cold as my arms left the covers. I shuddered. School's a bitch, making me wake up at seven in the morning. This is bullshit.

I felt something grab a curl from the back of my head and yank it, grabbing my attention.

"Morning, Sherlock Holmes."

I grunted, "Good morning. Find your goddamn clothes, we're gonna be late."

He scoffed nonchalantly but obeyed, picking up a black v-neck shirt from the floor. It was the perfect fit for him, a nice balance of tight and loose - it showed off his abs, but gave you only a taste, not a bite.

He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it but leaving it ruffled to show off 'hey, we just fucked! Sue me!'

But it's to be expected. Everyone knows who we are - the "college sluts," the "whorish sex-offenders"...however you put it, they clearly don't understand.

I noticed he put off putting on boxers right away and instead went about looking for his necklace - an 'M' on a silver chain. When he found it, he put it on, then finally covered himself in boxers and dark blue skinny jeans.

He wore a white belt with them, which really gave a 'POP' against the much darker colours. He found his fitted blazer and swung it over his shoulders, rolling up the sleeves.

"Well? You get dressed too...hipocryte!"

I sighed, sliding out of the warm sheets and finding my white muscle shirt - the one that shows off my biceps - and a gold chain. I shook out my hair but left it messy, matching my partner with the whole 'morning after' look.

I wore blue jeans with the bottoms rolled up, then a leather jacket over it all. Eat me up, men and women alike!

"Sherlock," I felt hands snake around my waist from behind, thumbs fitting into my pockets, "You look smashing."

I rolled my eyes, "Enough games, Jimmy. Go find your backpack."

He pouted, but retreated downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror before joining him.

I sifted through four beer cans and a plate full of crumbs to find my backpack, hopefully filled with what I need. Too late for breakfast, we headed out the door.

"Hey, don't forget the signature 'good morning,'" Jim clicked his tongue.

I reached over and slapped his ass, glaring down at him mischieviously.

"That's not it," Jim chuckled, "But thanks."

I rolled my eyes in defeat, hip-bumping him so roughly he almost toppled off the front steps, "Better?"

"Better," he nodded, regaining his composure and slapping £10 to my chest with a wink, "Your payment."

I took hold of the money before it fell, "Good, I can buy coffee with this. I'm broke, man, I need to catch the rich ones and do 'em good!" I laughed.

"You won't have any trouble, I'll tell 'em what a big size you have. They'll be lining up down the block!"

I glared incredulously at him as he walked - no, SHASHAYED - away, emphasizing the swing of his hips. I rolled my eyes.

***

"Hey guys!" Irene waved as we approached, wearing a cute black dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, "So, how was it? How much he pay you?"

I laughed, "£10."

"Only £10?! You cheapskate!" She punched Jim in the arm, "Was he no good?!"

"He was fine," Jim smiled devillishly, "But I need money as much as the next guy."

Irene rolled her eyes and pointed £15 in my direction, "Well you deserve more than this bullshit-tzu. Give me a try tonight? It's been AGES."

"Sorry," I shoved her hand down, "But you know the works. We go to the club as a last resort, if we find nobody else thoughout the day. So, don't pay yet."

"Aw, come ON!" Irene put her hands on her hips, "Can't I book an appointment?! It's been forever! I need that thing of yours everyone's just RAVING about!"

I rolled my eyes to the sky, "Raving...? No. No 'appointments.' But...I'll see you in the janitor's closet at lunch."

"That's my boy," she pat my rear, "Wash your hands, 'kay?"

I turned away and snorted, "Will do."

***

I looked around the classroom, deciding who I'd go after today. Raz? Nah...did him a couple days ago. Billy? Not an option, he's found a girl. Ooh, Soo Lin? Maybe...No! Look at him...the freshman, John Watson. Mm-mm, I do have a craving for football player.

Plus, I try to mix. A girl at lunch, a boy at home, or vice-versa. Sometimes I make exceptions when my options are limited, but I try to shake it up.

After class, I approached him, "Hey...cutie."

"I've heard of you," John didn't look at me, "You're Sherlock, that guy who sleeps with everyone. No thanks."

"Aw, c'mon! Give me a try. Haven't you heard the stories..." I leaned in closer, "I give GREAT blowjobs."

I watched him ponder a moment before shaking his head, "I could use a BJ, sure, but right now, I have midterms. Another time, mayhaps."

"Mayhaps?" I scoffed, "Is that like, 'maybe' and 'perhaps'?"

"Yes. It means 'maybe...but probably not.'"

I laughed as he left down the hall.

Sassy John.

The game is on!

**HAAYY GUURRL HAAAAYYY

So happy Thursday!

Said no one ever.

But really, Supernatural is being filmed a block away from my house and I SAW THE IMPALA. IT WAS LIKE 100ft AWAY FROM ME. GAAH.

Okay so this story will mostly be in Sherlock's POV, but it'll also sometimes be in Jim's, Irene's, Seb's, and even John's. I'll always specify.

Remember, y'all just keep being y'all!

XOXO, Garnent•.•**