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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.

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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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So… John Watson in a corset…

Red Leather – John distracts a moody Sherlock with a surprise, a red leather corset and lace underwear.

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John looked at himself in the mirror. The corset was red leather with black lacings and edges. Below that sat a pair of red lace painties, barely containg his half-hard cock. He set his chin before pulling the jumper over his head and belting his jeans. Sherlock was in a full-on sulk. Well, he wasn’t going to be in about three minutes, if his calculations were correct.

With a breath, feeling the pinch of the corset, John turned and walked out of the bedroom. Sherlock watched him out of the corner of his eye as he came out. John tried to keep his face neutral as he tidied a bit, then turned for the bookshelf, reaching up and knowing his jumper would come up too.

Suddenly, Sherlock was behind him, arm wrapped around his waist. He nosed John’s neck and pushed up the jumper a bit before all but yanking it over his head. Nibbling John’s shoulder he ran his hands down the leather corset until he reached the lace panties peeking out of his jeans. “Red is a good color on you.”

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