Fifty Shades of Sherlock (A Johnlock/Mystrade fanfiction)

Chapter Four-Point-Five (or the fill-in chapter because the author is an arse)

"Oh god, you didn't have to tell me all that!" Greg groaned into the wood of the bar. At least the laminated wood was cold, compared to his over-heated cheeks but... He could've done without the bit of water getting in his silver hair.

"You said to give you the details," John murmured into his glass of scotch, shrugging before patting Greg on the back, making an attempt to calm him a little.

Greg groaned again, still not looking up, instead opting to squeeze his eyes shut tighter and pretending he didn't imagine everything John just explained to him. "Yeah, but I didn't mean it literally. Damn, it'll take me ages to get that image outta my head..."

John sighed, rolling his eyes a little (he noticed he was beginning to act a lot like Sherlock and quickly set out to change that). "Sorry, mate," he said, setting his glass down and asking the barista for another. "But other than that, nothing interesting has happened. You haven't called him in for a case in a while, so I'm all he's got for entertainment. Not that I mind, though."

The detective inspector groaned again and John winced visibly. "Sorry. That one just kinda slipped."

Lestrade finally breathed in deeply, sitting up to take a sip of his own alcohol. "Yeah, you're fine. I just hope Sherlock isn't like that when Mycroft visits. Or the other way around. God knows how descriptive he gets."

John laughed and Greg laughed with him, both thinking about their boys arguing about whose man was better at pleasing. Or at receiving.

"At least he's not you!" John said through his laughter. "You should really lock your damn office when you do that at work! Christ, I did not need to hear that kind of language coming from you."

Greg laughed again. "Hey, he was the one who wanted to keep the door unlocked! We didn't even think anyone was still there!"

By the time they'd finished laughing, they had been kicked out for being so obnoxious (giggling the whole time, of course) and decided to call it a night, each going to their own Holmes and telling of their little adventures.

((A/N)) Hey guys! I know this isn't much, but I decided to give you a little, as I haven't updated in a while. Sorry for that. Life sucks, I'm still failing in school, and I have discovered that romantic-type love only exists in fiction. *siiiiiighhh* Gah. I think I'm dying, guys.

I kinda got sidetracked by another fanfic I'm writing. It's teen!lock. Johnlock. Angst. Fluff. Probably no smut. That's new for me, guys. But it's fun writing it and it's PG right now, so I can write it anywhere. Not even my teachers mind (as long as I'm finished with work, of course). It's called Screen and I shall post it once it's finished. Slowly but surely. As anything I write.

Aaaaannnnyyywaaaaayyy, I would've posted this sooner, but I was kinda sick. Sorry. (Eew.) But anyway, thank you guys for reading this and supporting me (even if I don't update too much). I love you even if I don't know you're reading. <3

P.s., how do you read this? And wait so long? What is the poiiiint? I don't understaaaaaannnnd. Meh. I guess my writing just doesn't excite me too much.