Not supposed to go like that 2
It was not supposed to go like that!
Fucking hell, it was not supposed to go like that!
- Oh, hey! It´s me again! Your good pal Greg!
Well, I guess since you´ve read the first part of my journey to the soft woods of a certain young mans pubic hair, you know exactly what is going on.
Sherlock and John.
That´s what´s going on.
Precisely it´s their sounds, that are going on.
Let me explain this.
Mycroft and I have been together for quite a while now and we´re a good couple. No, a fucking fantastic couple! We agree on so many topics, like university sports, politics and how to look good in a suit. We encourage each other and the constant loving motivation and genuine critique brings out the best in both of us. We´re both career-driven men and appreciate having someone beside us helping us not to lose our heads over work. And I feel that we are both totally in love with each other. For the first time in my life, I´m totally sure of my feelings for my partner. And the way he looks at me, and his voice changes while speaking to me… I´m totally sure of his too.
- Aw, fuck. I love this guy!
Now you probably gonna tell me "Sounds great, Greg. What´s your problem now?"
You see, my boyfriend (!) and I have not really 'celebrated' our feelings yet.
Do you get it?
Celebration? Private feast? Bow chika wow wow?
Yes. That.
Every chance I get I spend at Mycrofts. Since I share a flat with a few of my fellow cadets, making sweet, beautiful love is kind of out´a question there. (If you aren´t one of the perverts like Donovan and Anderson.) The problem is, that John is sharing a flat too. No, the problem is, that John spends every chance he gets at Sherlocks. No, no, the real problem is, that Sherlock lives with Mycroft.
Some of you might see it as desirable living with your boyfriend, his brother (now more sane than ever thanks to Johns influence) and your new best friend. And really, it was nice. It was. At first.
When sex hadn´t been a topic yet.
When Mycroft and I would just lay there. Holding on to each other.
But since 'it' is going on just two feet away from us at night, it is a topic. Definitely.
It wasn´t such a big deal at first.
When we first heard it, it was kinda funny. Surely, we were shocked. Sherlock, the virgin, without former interest in any physical activities, and John, the nice, cuddly guy, you could always rely on… they were doing it! So we couldn´t believe our ears as the bed just behind the wall started to creak. I really regret not observing Mycrofts´ face, when his little brother started to moan for John to take him deep.
It really was funny. Sending Sherlock glances over the tea and quirking an eyebrow at John over the jam at breakfast.
It was not so funny anymore, when they started having sex every night.
So I lie there, besides the most gorgeous guy I´ve ever met. The guy I love. And nothing´s going on with me. No, well, the little part of me.
I´m sorry, but it´s not exactly a turn-on, hearing the guy who insults you constantly beg your best pal to fuck him already.
So I´m laying there, mildly disgusted, my hand in Mycrofts, not able to look him in the eyes.
- "Talk to John. Since he´s your friend, he´ll understand." you might advise.
Already did that.
A few evenings before, I pulled John aside and pleaded him not to have sex tonight. I described how it would lift a huge weight off of my… shoulders. He promised not to lay a single finger on his boyfriend.
Yeah… right…
The next morning, first he tried to hide from me, finding himself trapped in the kitchen, he stuttered an apology and said something about Sherlock wriggling his hips and blinking at him. "I just can´t keep my hands off him!" he said desperately.
This is how I got stuck in this awful situation.
John and Sherlock.
Doing it like rabbits.
It was not supposed to go like that!
I can´t wait for tonight, since they´re already snogging in front of the telly.
I should have bought earplugs.
"Gregory?"
"Yes, love?"
"We have now been a couple for five months already. And I know it would have been normal if we had already… engaged in sexual activities." Oh, damn. "I… the thing I try to express is… thank you, for your patience." What? "I know, I need a lot of time to be comfortable enough to get close to another person and... thank you, for giving me that time."
I guess I looked a bit blank, so he reached for my hand and whispered in my ear. "Take me to bed, love."
- Want to know what happened next?
No, I´m not gonna tell you.
The only thing I´m willing to share is: Mycroft Holmes is my love.
- The funny conclusion at the end: Mycroft didn´t hear a thing of what was going on between his brother and John.
Sherlock was nice enough to tell me, that Mycroft drifts off almost instantly after laying down, as the little pisser "accidentally" hit my head with a sugar cube at breakfast.
Him and John had dark rings under their eyes and shot evil eyes at us.
Hope you had fun. Would be great if you´d let me know. Bey!