Where are you? - SH

The text came just as he rang the doorbell to Greg's flat. He sighed and typed out a quick response.

Having a drink with Lestrade, I'll come by after.

Mary wants to come by tonight. Come by now. – SH

John laughed and shook his head. "Not going to listen to you tonight," he mumbled at his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. He heard the sound of bare feet padding across the tile of the front room.

The lock clicked as John's phone buzzed. He reached down to pull it out of his pocket once more.

You'll be by this evening. – SH

"Not bloody likely!"

The door opened and John looked up again to greet Greg.

Except it wasn't Greg.

Mycroft stood in the doorway, looking just as shocked as John, wearing nothing but a pair of slacks held up with a belt. His usually perfect hair was mussed and John could have sworn his lips looked swollen as well. "John," he said smoothly, stepping discreetly behind the door and silently inviting John in. He stepped inside, gaping at Mycroft as he shut the door behind the doctor.

"Who was it, love?" John heard Greg call from down the hallway.

"It's John," Mycroft responded.

"Shit!" There was a sort of scrambling noise followed by another string of curses.

"Bring my shirt, would you?" Mycroft requested.

Greg came bursting out of his bedroom, his button-up hanging off of his shoulders, a second one in his hand, and his fingers scrambling to redo the zip of his pants. He looked just as disheveled as Mycroft.

"Oh, my god," John said, unable to keep from laughing.

"I'm so sorry, John," Greg said, tossing Mycroft the spare shirt before reaching for the buttons of his own. "I completely forgot, and then Mycroft came by the office and well… Give me two minutes."

"Don't worry about it, mate." John chuckled and waved his phone. "Sherlock said he'd be expecting me, and I'm realizing why now. You two enjoy the rest of your evening."

Mycroft shot him a grateful smile as he reached for the doorknob. "Next weekend, then?" Greg asked him on his way out.

"Next weekend, and I'll call ahead of time."

"Sounds brilliant, mate." Greg grinned at him and waved before shutting the door.

John laughed again and started down the stairs. He shot Sherlock a text.

How long have you known?

Mycroft told me a few days after they started seeing each other. – SH

I'll be by in about twenty.

Mary's already here. We'll be waiting for you. – SH

John grinned and hurried down the street to the main road. I can't wait, he thought as he hailed a cab.


Mycroft nearly tackled Greg when the door shut. He pinned the Inspector against the door and pressed his chest to the clothed back that was bared to him.

"He won't tell, will he?" Greg asked. He hummed as Mycroft began to kiss the back of his neck.

"I doubt it. Not if he doesn't want his own secret to be found out." Mycroft pulled Greg's shirt out of the way and began to suckle a mark between Greg's shoulders.

"His own secret?"

Mycroft nodded. "John and Mary are rather fond of Sherlock, don't you think?"

"Well sure, Sherlock is their closest friend." The last word turned into a moan as Mycroft's fingers brushed his stomach.

Mycroft turned Greg around before pressing him against the door once more, this time attacking Greg's chest with his mouth. "Yes, indeed," Mycroft agreed, glancing up at Greg with a coy smile.

Greg's eyes widened. "You don't mean to say-"

"What they do is their business, just like what we do is ours. Now please, lover, to bed with you."


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