Author's note: Okay, so I know bathroom humor isn't everybody's cup of tea, but Watson and Holmes are still guys, and some things about guys just never change.

Watson was pulled out of sleep again, hearing another one. He sat up, sniffing the air, and gagged. Holmes was fast asleep beside him, his mouth open, snoring loudly. Watson punched him in the arm. When Holmes did not wake up, he took his pillow and whacked him in the face. Holmes woke up, blocking the blows with his hands, his face as confused as anything.

"You're doing it again," Watson told him.

Holmes rolled his eyes and fell back on his pillow. "Do tell me you pommeled me awake for that very reason."

Watson laid back down too, rolling over. He muttered, "You need to move to the couch or something."

He heard Holmes roll over, but did not turn around to face him.

"Watson," Holmes said. "You're a doctor. Don't you understand the science behind this?"

The doctor raised his eyes, pondering this. "No, but I have a feeling you're about to give me a long, detailed explanation."

Holmes rolled over once more, turning his back to him. He sighed. "You'll explode if you hold it in."

Watson frowned, sitting up. " 'You'll explode'?" He rolled his eyes. "Really? That's the best you got?"

Holmes rolled onto his back, narrowing his eyes at Watson. "Alright then," he said, as if he were accepting a challenge. "Perhaps we should talk about the time you bent over to pick up that book you dropped." He shook his head slightly. "Even Gladstone raced to the door to get out. And that animal doesn't even run for his supper."

Watson closed his eyes, turning red, but he smiled. Holmes smiled too, and they both laughed a little. It was a bad move. Holmes' laughter was followed by a quiet, but unpleasant sound, which only made him laugh ten times harder. Watson groaned, preparing to leave the bed. Holmes put his arm on his firmly.

"Don't lift the covers," he warned.