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Scotland Yard was quite empty this early in the afternoon. It looked like no one was committing crime during lunch breaks, which is a pity, really, considering how out-of-touch those officers are while eating. There could be a murder in front of them and they wouldn’t notice, Logan Holmes thought as he was standing in front of two inspectors who were eating their sandwiches without noticing him. One was sitting properly on his chair, his legs crossed, using his towel often to wipe his mouth and chin. His voice was low, he was a quiet man. The other, though, was a bit… different. His legs were crossed on his desk, mud hanging from his boots, and he answered loudly to his colleague while making a mess on his tank top. Logan coughed.

“Gentlemen, he greeted them with a small bow of the head.

-Where’s Watson? the first officer, a man with scars on the left side of his face, neatly dressed, asked with a smirk.

-Did you forget your boyfriend at home? his colleague joked.”

Logan rolled his eyes and sighed, making clear he wasn’t in the mood for the officer’s joke - he never was, in fact. They were always overstepping his privacy or gross, if not both.

“Remus Gregson, have some manners, the first officer cooed. You know Mr Holmes doesn’t like our truths…

-Can you act normal? For once? said Holmes snapped in annoyance. You’re just looking like idiots.

-As always, Remus acquiesced, laughing.”

He got punched in the stomach by his colleague’s elbow.

“Ouch! Jan, that’s not nice! You will-

-Can I get the file of the latest case I helped with? Pat- hum Watson needs it, Logan cut them off, because he knows where this faux competition will lead and it disgusted him already.”

Janus looked through his drawers before taking a file out. He looked through it and, satisfied, he handed it to the detective.

“Bring it back before next week this time, he warned him. It’s always us they’re blaming if a file is missing…”

Logan nodded and quickly walked out of Scotland Yard. He wanted to get back to his flat as soon as he could.”

The door wasn’t closed all the way, so Logan Holmes just had to push it to enter the flat. Pattoon Watson, his flatmate and the famous author of short stories about him, was deeply focused on his typing machine, the clicks of each button echoing in the silence of the living room. Logan felt annoyed, almost abandoned, that Watson didn’t even address him a glance when he came in. He walked over to his desk, trying to be quiet, and slammed the file next to his very good friend. Watson jumped on his chair, startled, and adjusted his glasses while looking up at Logan’s face.

“Oh, you came back already.

-Yes, unlike a certain man here, I don’t get distracted by every shop in London…”

Patton laughed the insult off, and examined the documents stored in it. Logan had his eyes set on him, feeling neglected at the loss of attention on his flatmate’s behalf.

That was something Watson knew about his dear friend - as he liked to call him in his writing: Logan Holmes wasn’t cold. It was a facade he put up for the clients, the policemen or any stranger, but he dropped in as soon as he was alone with him in their flat. He was actually needy, clingy and a brat, but Patton knew how to deal with it. He also knew how to play with it, and right now, he was really amused to see how Holmes was trying to get his attention. He focused even more on the documents, not even reading them, waiting for Logan to snap… And that he did only a few seconds later, taking his shoulder in his hand and, with his fingers on his chin, lifting his face.

“You didn’t thank me, he remarked with an adorable pout.”

Patton laughed and pushed back his chair so that his laps were exposed. He held out his arms, apologising:

“Forgive me Holmes, my dear Logan, I wasn’t in my right mind.

-I’ll set it straight then, Logan answered playfully.”

He climbed on his laps in the fashion of a cat trying to find some balance on the uncomfiest place ever. He still managed to sit on Watson’s laps, his arms around his neck, kissing his face. He really was clingy… and he couldn’t help but let his fingers play with the hem of his pale turquoise sweater vest. Patton stroked his back, smiling as Logan was kissing him. He loved when his boyfriend was affectionate like that. It wasn’t rare, but there still were some moments when he didn’t want to be touched at all. He respected it, but Patton was so affectionate all of the time he kind of felt deprived in those moments. He had lots of love to give and Logan was the perfect man to receive it - he was just fluctuating. Soon, they kissed on the lips and, since they couldn’t get enough, they both stood up. Patton broke the embrace to put a record on. The music filled the silence and Logan smiled at him upon recognising the song. They kissed again as Aquarius started and didn’t stop before the second song replaced it.

“The Flesh Failures… Is it one of your subtle ways of communication? Logan asked.

-Me? No, I wouldn’t, Patton answered sarcastically, but he started dancing.”