Kinky Detective Agency

Chapter 3

Sherlocks alarm beeped loudly, but he didn't fear that it would wake John, mostly because the alarm was in his head. He got out of bed slowly due to lack of sleep the night previous. He didn't bother getting dressed, what was the point? John had a real job and already left, if he were still home he wouldn't care anyhow. It was his own decisions whether he put his trowsers on, not Johns.

He headed to the living room, he was probably gonna go back to sleep, he wasn't on a case therefore, he was bored and sleep helped cure that. Sherlock sat down on the couch seeing Johns half full cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. He picked it up taking a sip of the cold tea and thought to himself 'that's disgusting, he puts so much sugar in it'. Sherlock places the cup back on the small table, and gets up so he can make his own tea; without all that sugar. He strode into the kitchen setting the kettle to boil, grabbing the only thing he needed for his tea, milk, which was placed beside a bag of thumbs from a prior case he had yet to return.

After his tea was ready, he sat down on the couch pulling open his laptop, and starts to 'surf' the internet. He pulled up the blog John had been running to see if there were any new articles. There hadn't been for awhile now, he had learned to enjoy them.

John sat in his little office cubicle, his work was so boring, but unfortunately he had to go because he needed money for him and Sherlock. He didn't mind working in such a boring job if it meant him and Sherlock got to live and solve cases together.

John came to a conclusion when he was sitting, bored, in his low-grade spinny chair, that he loved him, he loved Sherlock. He knew this already but, being away from him made him realize it further. He felt not only love but... What was it, what was the word. Lust. He felt a great deal of lust towards his roommate, he wanted him, needed him. John shook his head, thinking like this was distracting him. If he really wanted to think like this he would go home, not stay at work.

The short man walked out his office door heading outside to make a run to the little café across the street to get a muffin and tea for his lunch, he looked both ways and crossed the not so busy street, then walked into the shop.

"Hi," he said to the clerk, "I would like a banana muffin and a tea please?" smiling kindly at the end of his sentence, starting to pull his wallet out of his pocket.

"Of course, what would you like in the tea?" she asked sweetly punching the order into a machine.

"Just black, thanks." he responded pulling out his debit card and paying for his order.

Shortly thereafter he walked out of the small place with his order, and he had made a decision. He wasn't going back to work after Lunch. He was going home to see Sherlock.