My second 100 Followers prompt.


"Are you sure this fits me?" he heard from behind him. Already annoyed at being made to go to mummy's party (by mummy, Mycroft, and John no less), he turned with a retort poised on his tongue only to stop dead. John, his John, jumpers-and-jeans John, looked positively decadent in a black, three-piece suit and his hair slicked back.

"Sherlock?" He widened his stance subtly, trying to relieve the sudden pressure in his groin.

"Yes, it fits fine, John. Let's go." If his mother demanded a dance with his flatmate, he wasn't sure what would happen. Especially if his erection did not go down.


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