Have a good Red Pants Monday. Here’s some short red pants shower sex:
Shower Surprise – “I saw them when you put your gun away. Do you know how it looks to see you handle your gun in those jeans with that flash of red pants? What it does to me?”
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John was used to Sherlock’s sex drive. Or lack of. It didn’t bother him. When he was on a case he could hardly be bothered to eat or sleep, let alone any other activity. If it was too long between cases boredom made him apathetic and more likely to sulk on the couch all day then anything else. It was just another part of the man, and like everything else, John simply accepted him for who he was.
They’d been on a case all night and John was yawning as they stumbled back into the flat. Sherlock immediately went to John’s laptop. There was more work to do, but John needed a shower and at least a couple hours of sleep. He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, stripping and stepping under the stream, rubbing the scruff on his face.
Sherlock had been at his best form tonight, spouting off deductions as he led the way through rain-spattered streets. They hadn’t found the perpetrator yet, but John had no doubts that they would. Thinking of Sherlock standing pale under streetlights, dark hair shadowing his face was certainly not making him more tired. John dropped a hand to his cock, thinking of Sherlock’s voice as he worked, the way his long fingers pointed and gathered facts. How his touch could pull back a curtain to things John had only imagined.
That last thought wasn’t only about the case.
