Bit of a cute, fluffy two-parter today. Boxers and briefs, how could I separate them?
John Watson is a practical man, sensible and straightforward. His wardrobe reflects this. He's not a bad dresser, but nor is he a particularly snappy one. He tends to favour form over function. Solid jeans, comfortable shirts, and warm jumpers. His underpants are no different. He prefers to be thrifty and buy multi-packs when they are on sale, six or eight pairs of cotton pants in shades of grey and navy.
He'd never given it much thought before. They were comfortable, they kept him decent, that's really all a person needs in an undergarment, right? Several previous lovers had teased him good-naturedly about his boring pants, but it had never really been a serious problem. Besides, he thought, men didn't have many interesting options for undergarments anyway. Things intended to be sexy often veered into the impractical or the outright silly.
However, since he and Sherlock had become lovers, he'd started to feel a bit self-conscious about his rational choices. Sherlock had never said anything negative about them, but the man was always incredibly well-dressed, and of course that extended to what he wore under his trousers.
John was Christmas shopping when he saw them. They were ridiculous, flamboyant, and entirely inappropriate. And that is how he ended up in possession of a pair of low-rise, obscenely fitted, deep red briefs.