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The Magic of Red Pants – When Sherlock is bored, John’s red pants provide an excellent distraction.

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“Bored.” Sherlock lay stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. This was the fifth time he’d announced his boredom in the last thirty minutes and John wasn’t about to suggest Cluedo again. Taking two deep breaths he finished his tea while watching Sherlock. The man was staring at the ceiling, fingers steepled at his chest, hair wild and uncombed. John was certain he hadn’t left the flat for days. His dressing gown was open, t-shirt rumpled and riding up, exposing a bit of pale bare stomach above his pyjama bottoms.

John finished the sentence and saved the document before getting up and heading for the couch. It was warm today and was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans himself. He could see Sherlock watching him as he climbed onto the couch and straddled Sherlock, hips slotting together as he leaned forward and settled on Sherlock’s narrow chest. A smile quirked across John’s lips.

Sherlock moaned softly, dropping his arms to his side. He rocked up against John. “You are wearing too many clothes,” he muttered.

“Am I?” John thrust against him once, twice, feeling Sherlock growing harder underneath him. “And I’m wearing something I thought you’d like.”

Pushing John up, Sherlock went for his belt. He moaned again as he got John’s flies open. “Red?”

Grinning now, John got up just long enough to peel off his jeans, revealing the red pants he was wearing underneath. It was worth it for the look of naked lust on Sherlock’s face