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"Wonder why he said that?"
"Who? What?" Sherlock barely looked up from his book.
"Benedict Cumberbatch from the latest Star Trek – he said as soon as he mentions relationships, everyone imagines him and the other guy in that crime drama he's in, floating in space on a bed, handcuffed to one another." John's cheeks had a slight flush, and he was looking through his lashes at the younger man.
"Ah. Told you watching that idiot Clarkson will mulch your brain."
"Um… yeah, possibly. Have you noticed how much he looks like you?"
Sherlock looked at him in disgust.
"Clarkson?"
"No, Cumberbatch."
Staring at the screen Sherlock frowned, turning then to look at John with a calculating gleam in his eye. Sliding out of his chair he crossed to stand in front of his lover.
Waiting until John looked up at him he then reached down and tangled his long fingers in the front of the doctor's shirt, pulling him to his feet.
"Sherlommmmmfff!"
Sherlock silenced the shorter man by placing a crushing kiss on his lips.
Still joined together he guided their steps towards the bedroom, removing clothing from both of them as they went.
"Sherlock, you only had to say…"
"I'm saying now John. I'll give and you receive – I like being the dominant one. Now, get on the bed!"
A/N: Happy Birthday BC – sorry I stole your words from Top Gear….I couldn't resist!