Kinkmeme prompt by anonymous: Sherlock Holmes decides to try being naked in order to make his mind more efficient.

He knocked on his door, just a little bit worried when no answer came. He hadn't seen Holmes in days – their newest case was rather complicated and the detective had a tough time finding answers.

He knocked again, perhaps Holmes had been lost in his thoughts. This time, he got a reaction.

"Come in."

He opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. Then they focused on –

"HOLMES! WHAT THE HELL!"

"Oh, hello there, Watson. Always good to see you."

The doctor turned away, throwing up his arms in desperation.

"For God's sake, Holmes! Put on some clothes!"

"Why?"

"WHY? Why NOT?"

"I find it rather refreshing this way. No rustling of fabric, no restrictions to my movements – it's the ultimate freedom to think! You should try it sometime."

"Like hell I will."

He heard Holmes moving around for a bit in his chair, followed by, "You can turn back now, I'm decent."

Watson obliged, his eyes immediately settling on Holmes' bare chest. The only difference between before and now was that he'd 'bothered' to drape a jacket over his lap.

His jacket, he noted with slightly heating cheeks.

He tried not to stare, he really tried – but keeping your eyes focused on another man's naked body for an entire minute without saying a word could possibly be interpreted as such.

"Watson?"

"Hm?"

"You seem intrigued."

"Well, I'm not."

"You are, and that intrigues me. It's not like you've seen me without my clothes before."

"How… how so?"

"My numerous fights, the patching up afterwards, you finding me passed out after nights of drinking…"

"In all of those occasions, you were at least wearing pants…" He grimaced as another thought entered his head. "Except for that one time when you crawled into my bed while highly intoxicated."

"I did that?"

"You did and you remember it, judging by the smirk on your face."

Holmes laughed at him. "Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't. But all this talking to you isn't doing our case much good, Watson – if you could please be so kind as to leave this room..."

"Gladly."

"Here, I'll walk you out."

He swiftly stood up – causing the jacket to fall to the floor – and calmly walked towards the door. Watson stared after him in shock, his cheeks ever reddening.

He exited without saying another word, but after he closed the door behind him, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

Crazy. The detective was absolutely crazy.

Though he couldn't help but wonder whether or not his newfound method had provided him with satisfactory results, meaning he wouldn't be holed up in his room all day anymore.

In that case, he'd certainly be seeing a lot more of him.

He shook his head at the double meaning as he returned to his own quarters, while at the same time willing his blood to resume its usual course.

It hadn't just been going to his cheeks.

This may or may not become a collection of short kinkmeme prompts, it depends on whether or not I'll fill any more. I got enough ideas of my own going on as it is, but hey, I didn't plan on writing this either...