Quick little red pants smut ficlet. What it says on the tin:
teaser below the cut
He’d only kept the pants for sentimental reasons. But for those same sentimental reasons he’d kept close track of the three pair of red pants. Not that he wore them anymore, but they were a reminder of something he’d once had and he couldn’t bear to part with them. But now two pair were missing. He was staring at the last pair in the drawer as if willing them to not vanish out of his life like the man who’d loved seeing him wearing them.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed and started to close the drawer. Oh bugger. For the first time in a very long time he took them out, sighed, and pulled them on.
He’d lost weight. Of course he knew that intellectually. But seeing the way the pants sagged on his hips was a sharp reminder. He never could be bothered to eat as much since…everything had happened. With a sigh he ran his hands along the material, letting himself remember until tears stung the corners of his eyes and he forced himself to reach for his trousers.
I decided I needed another red pants fic. Also this is loosely based on this artwork by Cylin:
Incomplete Data (or The Effect of Red Pants on One Sherlock Holmes) – Sherlock is quite surprised to realize what red pants do to him.
teaser below the cut
Apparently I forgot to include the link at first. Oops. My only excuse is it was 2am. Here, have some red pants fic on a monday morning. Now with a link to the actual fic 🙂
I decided I needed another red pants fic. Also this is loosely based on this artwork by Cylin:
Incomplete Data (or The Effect of Red Pants on One Sherlock Holmes) – Sherlock is quite surprised to realize what red pants do to him.
teaser below the cut
“John have you seen my…” Sherlock stopped in the bathroom doorway and froze.
“What did you need, Sherlock?” John asked mildly. Sherlock stared, as though truly noticing for the first time the strong lines of his body. Firm arms and legs, broad chest. And all those lines led to a magnificent pair of red pants. He was bent over, tugging off his socks with the shower on behind him.
Several things crossed Sherlock’s mind in that moment, none of them relevant to his original intent. “Those pants suit you very well,” he said instead.
A smile bloomed on John’s face. He put his hands on his hips, which Sherlock found did even more things to him. “This requires more data,” he muttered.
John watched him as he pulled off his dog tags and set them next to the sink. “What sort of data?” He hooked his fingers in the band of his pants. Sherlock’s mouth went dry.
Better than Takeaway
John brought the takeaway, but Sherlock is distracted by his red pants.
It’s my own fic, but it’s monday, so…
