Alliances
Title: Alliances
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Gregson, Lestrade
Table: Five
Prompt: #58. Arrogant
Word Count: 271 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Leave it to Inspector Timothy Gregson to make it sound like I was sexually attracted to anyone who wasn't my dear beloved Mary.
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (modern), slash, adult concepts.
"You know, this wouldn't be so bad if you would just admit to him that you care about him," Timothy Gregson observed as the bartender handed us our drinks.
Leave it to Inspector Timothy Gregson to make it sound like I was sexually attracted to anyone who wasn't my dear beloved Mary.
"Timothy, I do not want to have sex with Sherlock Holmes," I insisted, taking a swig of my root beer--no alcohol for me, ever again.
"Don't be so foolish, Jimmy," my partner replied. "I'm talking about his flatmate, John Watson. He's got to be a veritable god in the bedroom," Timothy insisted.
Did I mention that my partner is probably the gayest man in all of England, if not the world?
Because he is. And he's absolutely convinced that he can make me, a man happily married to a beautiful woman with a kid on the way, gay.
I've learned to just play along when he's in the mood to try and match me up with someone, and this time was no different.
"And how do you figure that, Timothy?" I asked, wishing I could drown myself in enough alcohol to forget this conversation permanently.
"Well, for starters, he's a doctor," Timothy observed.
"For starters?" What had I gotten myself into this time?
"I've got a list of reasons, Jimmy," he informed me. "You want to hear them all, right?"
Even though I knew I would regret--who was I kidding, I already was regretting it--, I told him I wanted to hear all of the reasons.
"Good man," Timothy informed me before continuing with his list.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Gregson, Lestrade
Table: Five
Prompt: #58. Arrogant
Word Count: 271 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Leave it to Inspector Timothy Gregson to make it sound like I was sexually attracted to anyone who wasn't my dear beloved Mary.
Author's Notes: Warnings, AU (modern), slash, adult concepts.
"You know, this wouldn't be so bad if you would just admit to him that you care about him," Timothy Gregson observed as the bartender handed us our drinks.
Leave it to Inspector Timothy Gregson to make it sound like I was sexually attracted to anyone who wasn't my dear beloved Mary.
"Timothy, I do not want to have sex with Sherlock Holmes," I insisted, taking a swig of my root beer--no alcohol for me, ever again.
"Don't be so foolish, Jimmy," my partner replied. "I'm talking about his flatmate, John Watson. He's got to be a veritable god in the bedroom," Timothy insisted.
Did I mention that my partner is probably the gayest man in all of England, if not the world?
Because he is. And he's absolutely convinced that he can make me, a man happily married to a beautiful woman with a kid on the way, gay.
I've learned to just play along when he's in the mood to try and match me up with someone, and this time was no different.
"And how do you figure that, Timothy?" I asked, wishing I could drown myself in enough alcohol to forget this conversation permanently.
"Well, for starters, he's a doctor," Timothy observed.
"For starters?" What had I gotten myself into this time?
"I've got a list of reasons, Jimmy," he informed me. "You want to hear them all, right?"
Even though I knew I would regret--who was I kidding, I already was regretting it--, I told him I wanted to hear all of the reasons.
"Good man," Timothy informed me before continuing with his list.