A/N: Here's a silly one-shot I wrote. I hope you like it c:
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock or any of it's characters
There was a loud knock at the door. Sherlock sighed. "Go away Mycroft."
Mycroft had recently come home from a month long internship at a local law firm and was now insisting upon shoving himself in his younger brother's face because he had nothing better to do. Sherlock couldn't say that he had missed his brother much.
"Not until you spend some time outside." Mycroft replied, still banging on the door.
Sherlock sighed again. He opened the door. "Fine."
Mycroft grinned smugly. "You know, sun is important for growth and staying healthy. You can't stay in your room all day reading and doing experiments. You have to go outside and meet people, make friends."
Sherlock nodded as if he agreed. He opened the front door and stepped outside, making a big show out of smelling the roses by the porch. After about ten seconds, he stepped back inside. "Now if you'll excuse." Sherlock hurried away, past a fuming Mycroft.
"That's not what I meant Sherlock!" He called after him.
Mycroft continued to pester his younger brother for weeks but Sherlock wouldn't budge. Finally he brought it up to their parents.
"I think Sherlock spends an unhealthy amount of time in his room." Mycroft said one evening at dinner.
"Well, I think Mycroft spends an unhealthy amount of time kissing arse." Sherlock muttered.
"Sherlock, do not use that type of language at dinner dear; it's not polite. And I happen to agree with Mycroft. Your father and I spent a lot of money building a pool and you don't even use it. We even have a pool boy!" Sherlock's mother crooned dramatically. When Sherlock didn't respond, she elbowed Sherlock's father.
"Do as your mother says."
Sherlock sighed. "Fine. I'll go swimming tomorrow if it will please you." He glared at Mycroft who just smiles and gives him a superior look.
The next room, Mycroft came into Sherlock's room early.
"You could knock." Sherlock said, rubbing his eyes.
"You could be less of a prat." Mycroft set a shopping bag at the edge of Sherlock's bed.
"What's this?"
"Swimming trunks. Have fun." Mycroft smiled, obviously enjoying Sherlock's discomfort.
Sherlock attempted to go back to sleep and decided it was a lost cause. "Might as well get this over with."
Sherlock stepped out onto the patio and blinked in the early morning light. This is inhumane he thought to himself.
"Good morning." Called a chipper voice.
Sherlock looked in the direction of the voice and stopped in his tracks. The owner of the voice was obviously the pool boy Sherlock's mother had mentioned. He had been expecting a 20-something year old guy from some exotic coast with a thick accent but the boy in front of him was around his age.
Damn he's fit.
Sherlock was starting to think that spending time outside wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
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"AGHHHHHHH." Mycroft screamed.
"Mycroft, is there a reason you are shrieking?" Sherlock asked.
Mycroft took in the scene before him. Just seconds before, his younger brother had been entwined with their brand new pool boy.
"Sherlock, get inside!" Mycroft ordered.
"Why, Mycroft, I thought you wanted me to spend time outside." Sherlock said with a smirk. "And John here is certainly a good reason to stay."
Mycroft huffed for a moment and stomped off.
"Won't he be mad?" John asked.
"He'll get over." Sherlock said, pulling John's lips back to his.
