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An hour later they were in an all-night coffee shop several blocks away, watching London wake up.
Lestrade gazed across the table at him, looking both embarrassed and self-congratulatory. “How’s your arse?”
Sherlock snorted and took a sip of his cappuccino. “Very romantic. Your question, I mean. Not my arse.” He hesitated as he remembered something. “Oh, sorry. Men like to be congratulated on their sexual prowess, don’t they? In that case, my arse has a pleasant ache from the fucking it received.”
Lestrade’s lips twitched. “Thanks for the compliment.”
“It was sincere. I wanted this to happen for a long time, like I told you.”
“I remember. And so did I. I’m sure you ‘deduced’ that I was easy to persuade.” The DI sat back in the booth. “What do you want, Sherlock, really? A shag buddy? Something more?”
“I really don’t know.” The detective licked cappuccino foam off his lip, making the other man colour slightly. He’d never given his own future much thought, let alone a future with someone else. Excitement rippled through him as he added, “But I would like us to do it again.”
“Same here.” Lestrade signalled to the server for the bill. “Shall I drive you back to Baker Street, or…” He sounded almost shy. “Do you want to come back to mine?”
“I think you’d be bothered by the preserved cadaver on my kitchen table, so we’d best resume things at your flat.” Sherlock squeezed his thighs together, relishing the pressure on his stirring cock.
“Alright then.” The policeman’s eyes glinted with mischief and the early signs of a returning hunger. “But be warned. I want it hard. And I don’t make breakfast.”
Sherlock leaned across their still-steaming coffee cups. “Fine, because I don’t eat it. Breakfast, I mean.”
Surrounded by heat and steam and an oblivious public, they sealed the deal.