Gregory-

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, John called out to his boyfriend from his spot in the living room, "Greg called when you were in the shower, Sherlock." John was siting in his chair, today's newspaper spread out on his lap in front of him. Having not bothered to look up from the newspaper when he reported a new potential case to Sherlock, it took John a while to realize that the mad man hadn't rushed out demanding details or yelled at John to get ready so they could get to the Yard as quickly as possible. In fact, Sherlock hadn't made a noise at all. For a moment John thought he had just imagined the pipes becoming silent when the water for the shower turned off and the sound of the bathroom door opening, but John raised his head from the newspaper and listened. Hearing nothing, John frowned and turned in his chair to look down the hallway.

Sherlock was standing tall, a puddle of water forming at his feet, a hand clenching the two ends of a white towel together at his hip. When John met Sherlock's gaze, Sherlock asked "who's Greg?"

Eyebrows shooting up to has hair line, John's lips parted in shock and he struggled to find the right words, "Detective Inspector Lestrade?"

After a heartbeat of silence, a laugh bubbled to Sherlock's lips and escaped in a series of deep chuckles, "Lestrade's name is Greg?"

John hesitated before he simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "technically his name is Gregory." Folding the newspaper, John lifted himself off his chair and tossed the newspaper on the coffee table, mindful of the possibility of loose pages falling out and drifting onto the floor.

"Gregory? Oh this just keeps getting better and better," Sherlock was still chuckling, his laugh was deep and his shoulders shook. John ducked his head to watch his hands fix his jumper around his waist to hide a smile. Once satisfied that his jumper was sitting correctly and that the threat of a smile at Sherlock's laughter was under control, John took a few steps forward until he was in the detectives personal space.

"I can't believe you didn't know that, you've known him longer than I have-" As John was talking, he had lifted both of his hands to place against Sherlock's still shower warm chest "-but that's not important, Greg called to say that there might be a possible case for us to look at, might be a 7 or 8?" John could feel Sherlock's heart beat under the palms of his hands and John noticed the position he was in. Swallowing thickly, John parted his lips and wet them with his tongue while trailing his eyes approvingly down Sherlock's naked torso, John followed the path his eyes created with his hands and settled them on Sherlock's hips. Fingers gripping the towel, John stepped closer until his clothed chest was pressed against Sherlock's naked one.

Sherlock's voice was heavy with arousal when he spoke again, "you're right, John. Lestrade's name isn't important, already deleted."

This time, John didn't hide his smile, instead he embraced it by flashing Sherlock a cheeky grin, "there are much more important things we could be doing." Slipping his hands off Sherlock's hips, John loosened the detectives grip from the towel and let the material fall to their feet.