A New Pastime

Lestrade trudged through the front door of 221B Baker Street, looking forward to having this done with and getting home. It had been an incredibly long day - made worse by the fact that he'd managed to spill his coffee on one of the reports he was trying to enter in the computer. And to add insult to injury, it was Sherlock's statement from the previous week's case that got the brunt of the liquid, leaving half of it illegible. Of course the wanker ignored every text pleading with him to at least call him so he could get the information again. He was hoping (probably in vain) to get Sherlock's account again in person with minimal fuss so he could get home.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, he reached for the door knob but was frozen from a yell from within.

"Right there! Harder, harder, harder!"

Lestrade felt his mouth fall open at the barked order from the usual amiable John Watson.

"That makes absolutely no difference, John. It's speed that actually counts."

"Nah, pushing it harder feels better. Try it, you'll see."

Lestrade slowly pulled his hand away from the door knob, struggling to find a reasonable, not gutter related, explanation for what he was hearing.

"That's ridiculous. Why are we even subjecting ourselves to this?" Came Sherlock's deadpan reply, perfectly clear over the background sound of the telly.

"You're the one that was complaining you were bored. Besides, I like it."

"Obviously, you would- What is that?!"

"Grab it! Grab it!"

"How?! It won't- Oh!"

"Hey, that was good!"

"Please," Sherlock scoffed, but still sounded faintly pleased. "This is a waste of time. And my finger is cramping."

"Just give it a little-"

"Ohhh!"

The sound of both men's breathy gasps made Lestrade curl in on himself and stumble back from the door a step. Not that there was anything wrong with the two of them getting together, of course. He had money in the pool at work himself. And John was good for Sherlock. He was happy for them. But being happy for them and hearing them were two completely different things. It was a bit like walking in on his parents...

"I'll concede… that was… rather impressive," Sherlock said, breathless and slightly surprised.

"Knew we'd get there eventually. Pretty impressive for your first time."

"I still hold to the fact that this is a plebian waste of time. But lacking anything of any importance to do, I suppose I can see a certain attraction to it."

"So, you want to give it another go then?"

Lestrade didn't wait to hear any more. Once was more than enough, he wasn't sticking around for round two. He'd just make up the missing part of the report…

Inside the flat, Sherlock poked at his remote like it was a dead animal while John meticulously read through the PlayStation menu to reset the game.