Chapter Eight: Bedroom II


Author's Note: DarkStarr7713 and I have decided to put loyal reviewers in the story as Yarders who want to join the pool Sally and Mrs H have going. So if you want to be in it, leave us your real first name, a version of it, or what you want to be known as, otherwise I'm making them up :) Just PM me or leave a review.

Also, through the story I have decided to put texts/emails between Yarders and Sally in brackets like so []. That way I can have the pool continuing without cutting away too much.


Sherlock smirked as he stepped into his brother's flat, quickly entering the alarm code. 'He is so predictable.'

'What was it?' John asked, closing the door. 'Gregory? Lestrade?'

'June 30,' Sherlock said and smirked when John raised an eyebrow. 'Lestrade's birthday.'

John chuckled and followed Sherlock through the flat. It was big, Mycroft owned the entire top two floors of the building. Everything was dark, polished wood; the floors, the walls, the furniture. The main room was like a loft; a large living space with couches, armchairs, and a TV system, a tiled kitchen up a step to the left with marble counter tops, a stainless steel fridge, a freezer and black cupboards, and four large bay windows that curled out to let you sit and stare out at London.

To their left was a staircase leading upstairs to the library, a bathroom, the music room that had Mycroft's piano and Greg's many guitars and two guest rooms. To their right was a hallway leading to the main bedroom, the main bathroom and Mycroft's and Greg's shared study.

John whistled as he stepped up into the kitchen. 'I haven't been here since Greg moved in,' he said and looked through the fridge, finding microwavable dinners that he was sure belonged to the DI.

'Yes, Lestrade has brought a certain lived in feel to the place,' Sherlock commented as he picked up a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. He looked up to see Greg's books and CD's crammed into Mycroft's expensive bookcases. 'John, bedroom.'

'Umf,' came the reply.

Sherlock turned to see John stuffing his face with biscuits and he tutted.

John swallowed three chocolate covered biscuits and said, 'What? I haven't had lunch yet.'

'You realise Mycroft's flat is under surveillance, yes?' Sherlock said. 'Even with the correct code, his assistant will be notified that someone is here. She'll check the surveillance footage, see us, and call Mycroft.'

'M'kay,' John said and stuffed the packet back into the cupboard. 'Come on, sex me up.'

Sherlock chuckled and held out his hand. John linked their fingers and allowed his boyfriend to lead him to the main bedroom.

And what a bedroom.

It was as big as 221B with a massive four-poster bed covered in dark blue silk covers and large pillows. The wardrobe was walk-in, the wooden doors open to show a large space you could sit in with a leather-backed couch. The left wall had two large windows hung with black drapes, the right wall framed photos. To John's immediate right was an open door that led to a red-tiled en-suite bathroom and on either side of the bed was a large chest of drawers with lamps. There were bookcases everywhere as well as CD racks, an acoustic guitar in the corner, and various magazines, books and files stacked on every available surface.

'Greg sleeps on the left,' John commented, finding a stack of music magazines as well as a battered copy of the seventh Harry Potter book. He looked up see a Doctor Who book and various biographies on the other set of drawers. 'Ha, Greg got Mycroft into Doctor Who.'

'How lovely.'

John was suddenly turned and pushed onto the bed, letting out a breath of air as Sherlock started undressing him. He smiled and didn't sit up until they were both naked. Sherlock climbed onto the bed and hovered over John, pushing down to feel the springy mattress.

'Hmm...' Sherlock murmured before shifting.

John raised an eyebrow until he realised what Sherlock was doing. The younger man stopped when his crotch was over John, his long, thick cock inches from John's face. John wasted no time in leaning up, taking Sherlock in his mouth all the way to the base.

Sherlock groaned and started pushing down, bouncing on the mattress as he sank into John's mouth again and again. He managed a few grunts before John pushed up, his own cock nudging Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock grinned and took his boyfriend in, lips hollowing as he sucked back. John groaned around him, tongue lapping at the underside and head of Sherlock's cock.

[Text from: Kath Adrian

To: Sally Donovan

I have heard about the pool you and Mrs Hudson have going about Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. Count me in; put me down for the two couples tying.]

The bedroom was filled with soft sucking noises as well as panting, grunting, and the sound of a mattress bouncing up and down.

Sherlock sucked back in one long, hard breath, John groaning and letting Sherlock fall from his lips.

'Jesus Christ,' he groaned, thrusting up to bury himself into his boyfriend's hot mouth. 'Sh-Sherlock.'

[Text from: Sally Donovan

To: Kath Adrian

Don't think I know you but you're in. A tie, really?]

Sherlock rolled onto his back before getting up. John was kissing at his back, his neck, as Sherlock pulled open the closest drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube. He pushed John back and the doctor grabbed a pillow, stuffing it behind his head as Sherlock poured liquid onto his hands.

[Text from: Kath Adrian

To: Sally Donovan

Definitely a tie.]

Sherlock rubbed his cock and John bit his lip, watching as his boyfriend rubbed lube all over himself.

'For Christ's sake, Sherlock, you're the one who said we didn't have all day.'

Sherlock chuckled and threw the lube over his shoulder. 'Woops.'

John giggled as Sherlock pulled his legs apart, lining himself up before pushing. He groaned loudly as Sherlock slipped all the way in, muscles squeezing around the consulting detective and making him moan.

Sherlock started a soft, slow rhythm, rocking in and out of John and cussing under his breath.

{oOo}

The woman John knew as Anthea was just sitting down for her coffee break when her BlackBerry buzzed. She clicked through the various security measures before a text alerted her that someone was at her boss' flat.

Anthea knew for a fact that Mycroft was in his office, shifting through a mountain of paperwork and muttering under his breath. She wondered if it was Greg as she pressed a few keys on her laptop to bring up the surveillance footage of Mycroft's flat.

Though there were no cameras or listening devices inside the flat itself, there were outside the front door. More than once Mycroft had forgotten in the heat of the moment and Anthea had had to remind her boss that the front door was no place to ravish the love of his life.

A second later the footage had uploaded and Anthea smirked when she saw Sherlock Holmes pick the lock before disappearing inside. He was followed by John Watson and the door shut quickly.

Anthea was aware of this game her boss had going with his younger brother and sat back in her seat to sip her coffee. She knew she should have been telling Mycroft but he was busy and she was on her break. Plus there was that little pool at Scotland Yard that Sally Donovan had going.

She decided to finish her coffee before alerting her boss to the younger Holmes' behaviour. If Sherlock wasn't out of there by the time Mycroft got home it was his own fault.

{oOo}

'Sherlock!' John groaned as his boyfriend hit his prostate. 'Fuck... right... there!'

Sherlock began thrusting harder, grunting in his efforts to keep pounding into his partner. He moaned and bent down to suck at John's neck, teeth biting into the tanned skin he loved so much.

'Sh-Sherlock...' John moaned, pushing his head back into the pillow and rolling his hips to meet each of Sherlock's thrusts. Sherlock had barely got his hand around John's cock before the doctor was coming, leaking over his stomach and groaning.

Sherlock followed a second later, burying his face in John's neck and panting heavily as a climax rolled over his body, making him shake. He slipped out and dropped to rest on John, sucking in lungfuls of air and sighing.

'Mm, get off me.'

Sherlock chuckled and rolled clear. He laid on his back, brushing hair from his sweaty face. 'John?'

'Mm?'

'Love you.'

John smiled and nudged Sherlock with his leg. 'Love you too.'

{oOo}

Mycroft stood in the doorway glaring at the bed, unfortunately able to deduce quite well what his little brother had got up to that morning.

'Myc?' Greg said, coming up behind his partner. 'You okay?'

'We need a new bed.'

'We can just change the sheets, maybe buy some new ones.'

'We need a new bed.'

Greg sighed. 'Myc, we just got that mattress.'

Mycroft paused before repeating, 'We need a new bed.'

He stalked away, BlackBerry already pressed to his ear.

Greg sighed again and leaned against the doorframe, looking the bed over. 'Well, at least it got a good send off.'


Author's Note: Oh, I just wanted to point out that your choices are; Mystrade, Johnlock, tie. Everyone seems to think that you HAVE to choose one couple but it could always be a tie.

And though I have this story planned out already, the ending is kind of here and there, I'm not sure who will win because the chapters are so weird and prone to anything when my brain goes mental.

Anywho, cheers!

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