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“Lestraaaaade, I don’t understand why we’re doing this.”
“Shut up, Sherlock. Some people enjoy this sort of thing. And I happen to be one of them.”
“I don’t see how sitting on a boat in the middle of a lake can be enjoyable. I was hoping there’d be sex sooner.”
Greg chuckled.
“Patience, Sherlock,” he sighed, reaching out to gently stroke the other man’s face.
Sherlock scowled playfully. “Couldn’t we just buy a fish at Tesco and bring it home to cook? Besides, sex on a small motor boat is hardly ideal.”
Greg scrunched up his face. “Can’t you just appreciate the finer things in life? Besides, how long’s it been since you had a break?”
“Not long enough,” Sherlock grumbled. “Besides, why do you even enjoy this? I didn’t expect you to be the fishing type.”
“My da used to take us on trips on the lake,” Greg’s voice was soft, a pleasant smile playing across his lips.
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