Sherlock was bored. It wasn't that new a state to him. It happened depressingly frequently.

A small bing sounded, and desperate for anything to catch his interest, Sherlock fumbled around in his pocket to pull out his mobile.

He chuckled when he saw it was a notification of a new message on a gay dating app. He had made a fake profile on it as research for a case ages ago, and had forgotten to delete it all.

Shrugging to himself, he opened the app and clicked to the chat screen. On the top of the list was the new one. The thumbnail photo was a black and white close up of a man's chest, and it caught his eye for actually being clothed, for once. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, with army dog tags. The photo was cropped so it only showed the bottom of the man's jaw, showing nothing he could be recognized for in public. The upper part of his arms were in the frame, and had a decent amount of muscle to them. Overall, he looked slim and toned, not bulky with muscle.

Sherlock glanced at the message beside the photo. You'd look beautiful on your knees before me. His eyebrows rose a bit at reading it, and he found himself tapping the picture to view his profile. It listed his age, weight, height and that he was white, single and slim. The short blurb mentioned that he was into mild BDSM, and he wasn't surprised that he mentioned being a dominant, from his initial message.

Hitting the reply button, he quickly typed out sorry, not looking for sex . He usually didn't bother messaging back on this app.

A reply pinged just as he was about to set the phone back down.

pity, you are hot

Sherlock scoffed, replying oh well. Why was he even bothering with this?

it's OK. I should be looking for a flat anyways, not wasting time looking for a hook-up.

Sherlock glanced back at his profile. the app says you are only 205 meters away. do you live near me now?

It was only a minute for a reply.

I'm at my office

Glancing at the stairs, Sherlock considered for a moment and gave an internal shrug. I've been looking for a roommate

ha, that's brilliant. Messaged you for a fuck and get a flat instead

Sherlock found himself grinning as he gave his address and they arranged for a time for the man to view it. John would stop by after work, in a couple hours.

-Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: After doing a long historical Johnlock AU, I needed a bit of a change. Trying to do a BAMF John story, that probably won't be that explicit or too heavy in the BDSM.

-This story is based on an idea from tumblr friend: "John had tons of girlfriends maybe he's totally out as bi and brings over lots of men and women and Sherlock has to listen to him all animal sounds fucking them, and then so like sherlock's always like no I don't want sex because it will make me turn into a wanton whore or something like that and he's like secretly afraid that's true, that he'll love being ravished." The story started with this inspiration, and went a little different direction.