Okay, I finally wrote a sherstrade:
Ghosts – A few nights after John’s wedding, Greg gets a text.
teaser below the cut
Greg rolled over and grabbed his phone as it buzzed the second time. Come over – SH
Blinking, he saw it was just past 1 AM. sighing, he got up and threw in clothes. On my way -GL
The drive to Baker Street was familiar as he drove through the dark London streets. He knew why he was being called; John was still on his honeymoon.
Greg moved quietly up the stairs. They hadn’t been lovers since about six months before John had come onto the scene. They’d had their fun and had mutually decided they’d run their course. But still, here was, at going on two in the morning.
Sherlock was slumped in his chair. He stood as Greg came in and quickly crossed the room, taking his coat in both hands and kissing the older man desperately.