"So did the Prime Minister call you back?" John asked, gently spinning the monochrome globe on Mycroft's desk.
"No, actually. I think I've been bumped from the schedule in favour of a cabinet minister." Mycroft replied, looking over the paperwork on his desk.
"A cabinet minister? The horror of it!" John joked with mock horror.
Mycroft laughed, "You joke, but some cabinet ministers are seriously lacking in professionalism and personality."
"Maybe he got the impression that you didn't want to speak to him while you were at lunch?" John suggested.
"I hope so. I don't take a lunch break very often, but when I do, I expect to be left alone to enjoy it." Mycroft replied with a smile.
"And did you enjoy your lunch break?" John asked, looking up at him.
"I did." Mycroft said with a nod, "I really enjoy the time that we spend together John."
"I enjoy spending time with you too." John admitted, leaning in with his eyes fixed on Mycroft's lips.
The desk phone rang and Mycroft sighed, moving to answer it.
John moved quickly, getting to his feet and pulling the telephone cord out of the phone to disconnect it.
"John, that might have been important..." Mycroft murmured, looking alarmed by the doctor's actions.
"Stop talking." John said, reaching out and grabbing Mycroft's tie. He used the tie as leverage to pull Mycroft forward and into a kiss.
After a couple of moments, John moved back a little and looked up at Mycroft, "Was that okay?" he asked.
Mycroft nodded, his cheeks a little flushed with surprise at John's actions, "Yes. Absolutely."
"Good." John said with a nod, "Is this paperwork important?"
"Very." Mycroft replied with a sly smile before he pushed the paperwork off the desk and onto the floor.
"I don't think Anthea is going to be very happy with you." John laughed.
"I don't think so either." Mycroft replied, pulling John closer.
"I was always under the impression that you weren't really interested in the physical side of a relationship." John admitted as he sat in the car with Mycroft after their steamy session in Mycroft's office.
"Well you got the wrong impression." Mycroft chuckled, his hand casually resting on John's knee.
"Let's go to 221B." John suggested.
"Sherlock won't like it. He'll moan at both of us." Mycroft replied.
"Then let him moan. I live there too and I want to take you home with me." John said with a smile.
"Okay, but prepare for his dramatics." Mycroft chuckled and ordered the driver to take them to 221B Baker Street.
"What is he doing here?" Sherlock hissed when he saw his brother enter the flat with John.
"Mycroft and I are here for dinner and a nightcap." John replied, going straight to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
"You two are disgusting." Sherlock muttered, looking over Mycroft and seeing what they'd been up to in the office.
"Yes, perhaps, but we're here to eat dinner and watch a little TV. You're welcome to stay here too." Mycroft said to his brother, sitting down opposite him.
"I'm not going anywhere, this is my flat. Just because John has brought you home doesn't mean that I'm just going to flee my own living room." Sherlock replied with a pout.
"Will you two please get along?" John asked with a sigh, handing both of them a cup of tea, "Mycroft is going to be here a lot more often, so you two are going to need to tolerate each other."
"You agreed to let me court John, brother. You can't go back on your word." Mycroft pointed out.
Sherlock frowned, "Fine. Bring him home with you, John, but keep your hands to yourselves when I'm in the room."