Incomplete Data (or The Effect of Red Pants on One Sherlock Holmes) (1267 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Red Pants, Red Pants Monday, Shower Sex, Top John, Bottom Sherlock, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Light Dom/sub, Dom John Watson
Summary:

Sherlock is quite surprised to realize what red pants do to him.

One of my red pants monday fics. And I’m grateful to thescienceofjohnlock for encouraging me and telling me that fic totally counts for red pants monday.

Have some red pants fic for your monday morning:

Calendar Boy – Sherlock’s discovered some old pictures of John in red pants.

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John walked in to the flat and found Sherlock with his laptop on the couch. “Nothing new?” Asked John, hanging up his coat.

Sherlock started. John recognized the guilt before the laptop was closed. In three steps he had the laptop in his hands and turned around. His eyebrows went up. “Of course you found this.”

The picture was taken maybe five years earlier. John was more fit, no scar marred his shoulder. Around his neck were his dog tags. The only other thing  he was wearing was a pair of red pants.

“Calendar shoot for charity. They decided not to use my picture.” He closed the laptop. “Is the milk spoiled again?”

“Possibly.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around his knees and watched John stalk into the kitchen.

**

The next morning John stepped out of the shower to find his ordinary pants had been replaced with a red pair. He shook his head but put them on, then his robe. He was aware of Sherlock watching him as he sat in his chair and picked up the paper.

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Quick little red pants smut ficlet. What it says on the tin: 

The Missing Red Pants 

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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.

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