Have some short johnlockstrade this morning:

Poker Night – This wasn’t how Greg expected poker night to go. 

teaser below the cut, slightly nsfw

This was not the way Greg had imagined this evening going. But fuck it all, he sure as hell wasn’t upset. John put down his cards with a wicked smile. Greg swore and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants, dropping them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. John was still dressed in socks, tshirt and pants; no wonder it had been his idea to play strip poker. Sherlock sulked in his pants. He’d refused to play the last two rounds. John looked Greg over appreciatively and took another drink. “Still not wanting to play, Sherlock?”

The man grumbled and tucked his head into his folded arms, slouching further into his chair.

John chuckled and stood, making his way around the coffee table to where Greg sat on the couch. As Greg watched, John climbed into his lap. Before he could react, John’s hands were in his hair. He kissed him hard, grinding slowly against his lap.