Description: John's reaction to Mycroft and Sherlock. Warnings: Slight Holmescest
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As usual, I am bored, eating digestive biscuits and drinking tea, so I thought that it was a good chance to write the next chapter :)
Please review, always welcome to ideas for next chapter :)
John's reaction
John arrived back into the living room with a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits. "Kay, What is it then?"
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The brothers sat down Gingerly, clearly uncomfortable with what they were about to say. "Well how would you feel if me and my brother here," Sherlock patted Mycroft's back, feeling his heart beat rise, "Were both in a relationship... With men" An awkward silence filled the flat until John burst out laughing. "How did you too find a relationship? Also... A man!" John kept on laughing, much to the Holmes' brothers' confusion. "John... John... JOHN!" Mycroft had to shout to get Sherlock's flatmate to listen. Sherlock looked at his brother with despair. Mycroft took the hint and carried on. "What my little brother is trying t say is... is..." John looked at him, curious about what he was going to say, and took a sip of his tea. "John," Mycroft and Sherlock let out a shuddery breath together. "Me and Sherlock, we are in a relationship... together" John's eyes opened wide and choked on his tea, spitting it all over the two brothers and the floor. Sherlock rose quickly and started hitting John on the back, lightly enough not to hurt him, but hard enough to help him breath.
Once John had recovered he managed to splutter "together?" Sherlock and Mycroft just looked at each other, probably communicating telepathically. An even more awkward silence filled the flat once more. Mycroft finally made a move and grabbed Sherlock by his shirt for a kiss, apparently not caring that he and Sherlock had a mouthful of tea covering them. "John?" They both said in unison as soon as they stopped. He was stunned, like a deer in the headlights. He cleared his throat and carried on with the conversation at hand. "So... you to urrrr... What are you doing here?" He finally managed. "Well-"Sherlock began.
He told John about the night when Mycroft had entered his room drunk and what happened, (sparing the exact details of course, Mycroft was already blushing furiously) and how one of their parents, or both, had seen them. He also told John about the argument and how he and his brother had left with their stuff to 221B. "But why here, couldn't you have just stayed at a hotel?" John asked when Sherlock had finished. "I was just getting to that... 221B is... home, there is no other word to describe it, plus we would never be able to decide on a hotel and it would look a bit weird for two older brothers to share one room" John nodded in agreement and just stared.
"So, you two want to share Sherlock's room here?"
"Yes" Mycroft justified.
"Alright then... Sorry, it is a bit weird for two brothers to be sleeping together, did you know that?"
"Yes John" Sherlock replied in his bored voice.
"Alright then" John repeated as he got up to get a cloth so he could clean the floor. Sherlock and Mycroft could clean themselves up.
"Well, we already had showers today dear brother, but it seems we may need another," Mycroft exclaimed, wiping a drip of tea of Sherlock's face.
"Jawwwwn, we're going for a shower." Sherlock shouted to his flatmate.
John walked out of the kitchen with a cloth in hand. "What? Together?"
"What else do you think, besides, it will save water" Sherlock put on a smirk and Mycroft could see his eyes shining bright, the way they always did when he was exited or had a brilliant idea.
"I agree" Mycroft blurted out. Both John and Sherlock swivelled round and locked their eyes on him. The elder Holmes blushed.
"Well," John continued, breaking eye contact, "don't make too much noise at least, Mrs Hudsen is downstairs and I do not wish to explain to her why you two are showering together."
The brothers just laughed.
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The shower was left to warm up whilst Mycroft and Sherlock got undressed. At least, Mycroft tried to get undressed but Sherlock insisted that he was to do it for him. "Come on brother"
"Sherlock, John told us not to make much noise" Mycroft gasped as Sherlock started kissing the inside of his thigh after removing his trousers. Sherlock suddenly pulled away and started working at Mycroft's shirt. The elder Holmes just sighed and pushed his brother away when he realised how aroused Sherlock was. "Would you like me to take care of that?" Mycroft asked with a raised eyebrow. "In the shower" was Sherlock's only reply before he detached himself from his brother and dragged him to the bathroom.
Once under the warm stream of water, Sherlock started ravaging his brother, starting at the lips and working his way down to his goal. Mycroft complied happily, resting his head on the tiles behind. Sherlock took hold of his brother's lips, pressing his tongue between them, asking for enterance.
Mycroft lazily opened up and allowed the younger Holmes to start sucking on his tongue, tasting him. Sherlock moved down, emitting noises from his brother that he had never heard before.
The whole experience lasted about forty five minutes, by which time, John was getting worried. He did call for them upstairs, but no reply came. The ex- army doctor regretted making his way up the stairs just then. Why? He had gotten an eye full of a towel clad Sherlock and Mycroft kissing feverishly in the hallway. A blush crept up on his cheeks when the towel fell from Sherlock, revealing a toned, but slim body, flexing with every movement the pair made.
John cleared his throat, making himself heard. The Holmes' both froze and turned to look at John; it was their turn to blush. Sherlock bent down and picked up the fluffy towel and then turned to look at John.
"Well." After a pregnant pause, the shorter man continued, "at least I know you two are okay... And having fun" The light pink on his cheeks turned to scarlet as he caught a sight of the tented towel, sitting on Mycroft's hips. Sherlock could only open and close his mouth. Evidently, being caught in the act by his flatmate is the only way to shut him up. "John, I-"John cut him off by lifting his hand up. "Don't worry about it, I'll just... You know... Go downstairs" And with that, he left two flustered brothers leaning against the wall in the hall way.
Sorry about the delay, with exams and revision, I haven't had much of a chance to write, however, the holidays have proven good for spare time.
