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"What are you doing?" Sherlock was sitting in front of the tv, remote in hand. Secretly waiting for John. "Watching something?"
Waving the remote in front of him, the detective replies with a smile "How brilliant of you, John, nothing can escape your perspicacity!"
As Sherlock's tone was playful, the doctor simply pushes him from the sofa "God you are taking too much place for someone so thin..."
"I may be thin but I am tall!" The man protests.
"Lanky git then... What are you watching?" Taking the DVD case on the coffee table, John frowns in surprise. "The Night Manager? I was expecting a documentary about the creepiest criminals or the tragic disappearance of the domestic bee..."
Sighing sadly, Sherlock nods. "Yes, this is really tragic... Do you know that if nothing is done --"
"Yes! Yes, I know... So, The Night Manager? I didn't think it was your kind of things." John remembers the series as being really well done. And quite sexy if I am honest!
Shifting a bit away from John, Sherlock grunts something about an experiment and presses play without looking at his friend.
In the middle of the series, John realizes that his friend was nervous.
More precisely, nervous every time Hiddleston was on the screen. Especially when Tom is a bit undressed... Or when he's fighting... Or when he's suave as a fucking James Bond! Oh. My. God. Sherlock is attracted to him! He's... he's really gay. Or bi. Yes, bi, because... you know... Adler, and Janine... John's mind was spinning at the possibilities! Before another look at the utterly beautiful actor brings him back to reality. He sadly sighs. silently. Who am I kidding, of course, gorgeous and GQ-esque as he is, never Sherlock going to be attracted to an ordinary middle-aged man like me... But I am his friend so... Clearing his voice, he comments on a scene where one of the actresses was especially beautiful. Trying to open a door to a 'buddy' discussion with Sherlock. "She's... she's... beautiful, isn't?" The words were sounding so fake, even to him! Clearing his voice, he continues "It's a really nice cast, don't you think?"
Of course, he likes the bloody woman! I am so stupid! No chance that he comments on the tall, thin, dark-haired man! Whatever is name is! "The story is rubbish." Rising from the sofa, Sherlock be-line to his bedroom. Case closes, John is never going to be attracted by me! "I'm tired. Good night."
What was that? Turning to the tv, he shakes his head as a nearly naked Hiddleston walks on the screen before he shuts down the DVD, the static sound of the tv replacing the velvety voice of the actor, as he remains nonplussed by his friend's attitude. Don't even tries, Tom, you cannot hold a candle to Sherlock!