"Okay. Let's try something different shall we?" Mycroft and Sherlock both gave John blank looks. No wonder the country was in such a state. No one had any imagination.
"How different?" Mycroft raised an eyebrow. John always thought he should have had a monocle.
"I'm not kissing my brother. Or anything else for that matter. Its wrong."
"Sherlock. You and your brother are both naked in the same bed. Taking turns with me."
"So?"
"Well I think it's taking the British obsession with queuing a little too far don't you?"
"What exactly did you have in mind John?" When Mycroft said his name it gave him shivers down his spine. He never realised before just how seductively Mycroft spoke.
"Well actually. I thought you could shag me whilst I shag Sherlock."
"Really?" Mycroft bounced on the bed enthusiastically, the freckles on his shoulders flushing a little.
"I'm not having you and him on top of me. You're heavy enough on your own John, without adding fat boy into the equation."
"Sherlock don't be rude. It will be fine. "
"Yes Sherlock. It will be fine." Mycroft was already warming lubricant up in his hand. He winked at John. "Ready Doctor?"
"He's going to tell you, you might feel a tiny prick in a moment John." Sherlock sniggered at his own wit. Mycroft sighed with as much dignity as possible for a man with two fingers up someone else's arse.
"I'm sorry John. Nanny dropped him on his head when he was a baby. Then repeatedly after that to try and shut him up."
"She never dropped Mycroft of course. But that was only because she was unable to lift him unaided."
"Do you two know how horny i get when you start arguing?" Both brothers blushed. John pointed at his ridiculously hard cock. "This horny. Now does someone want to do something about it?"
Sherlock quickly rolled over onto his back and moved his legs up for John to enter him.
"Good boy Sherlock." And John slowly slipped in and began to thrust. Mycroft took this as his cue to join the conga line. And a few moments later John felt Mycroft's anything but tiny prick picking up the pace behind him. "Bit slower Mycroft." John managed to gasp out.
Sherlock had never really noticed how handsome his big brother looked when he was concentrating on sex. All narrowed eyes and toothy grin. And he went cross eyed when he came.
Mycroft had never noticed how beautiful Sherlock was when he was having sex. All wide eyes and open mouth. And he went cross eyed when he came.
John felt Mycroft release perhaps a second after Sherlock, saw the look of amusement and triumph on Sherlock's face and felt Mycroft bite down on his shoulder. The good shoulder fortunately. Even during orgasm Mycroft was paying attention to the details.
It was about ten minutes of breathless silence later that Sherlock propped himself up on one elbow and asked.
"Could we try that the other way round?"