It was a day like any other at 221B Baker Street, well, it started that way but this day was anything but ordinary and Sherlock Holmes was, as usual, complaining.
"John! I'm bored!" he groaned as he wasted into the living room and practically collapsed on the sofa, face first.
And John Watson, as usual, was listening. "Sherlock. Sit up! And god I'm glad I hid my gun today, I don't want another bullet in the wall."
"Top shelf of your wardrobe." Sherlock said, he lifted his head and smirked at John as he got himself in a more comfortable position, his knees being hugged to his chest and his back to John..
"How- you know what, I don't even care how. Just don't shoot anything?" John frowned.
"I'm not promising anything." John opened his mouth to complain but Sherlock cut him off. "I'm just bored!"
"Aren't there any new cases?" John asked as he tapped the keyboard and pulled up his blog, but he decided against posting about Sherlocks boredom, it would have been the second post about it that week and it was only wednesday.
"Yes. But all of them are even more boring. None that could fixate my concentration for long enough."
"So stop complaining!" he stop up cautiously.
"But I'm so bor-" Sherlock was cut off as John walked over to him, tilted his head back and kissed him from behind.
When John pulled away he smiled at Sherlock. "Deducing that should keep you busy. I'll make tea.