The Glory of Love
It was dark and dingy, clean but graffiti covered a lot of the walls. There were five stalls, four small and one a large disabled toilet. Sherlock made his deductions quickly, two glory holes and the disabled toilet for a more physical fuck. One of the cubicles was locked, someone was inside. Being bold, Sherlock slipped into the stall beside, shut the door rather loudly and stood nervously, unsure of what to do.