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John's POV
Half hour before the car was supposed to show up he is up and ready to go. He has spent the last few days considering the contracts. He doesn't quite understand why Mycroft had offered him three different jobs, nor why the older man had offered the pay that he has. On just the private doctor contract he could easily get out of this hellhole. If he was to accept the sugar boy and private doctor contracts he could have somewhere to live for free while he saves up money to actually buy his own place, maybe even purchase his own practice so he could stop with the sugar boy work and just have a respectable nine to five life. Then there is the private body guard, while he is not sure how affect he would be in that position, it is another great paying one. Between the private doctor and body guard offers he could easily get out of this place and still save a little money.
Still, he hasn't quite decided which one he is going to accept. Every time he thinks he has settled on an answer, his mind starts presenting him with all the different reasons he should pick a different one. He has not been this indecisive since he was a teenager trying to decide what to specialize in. Lifting the contracts, he glances at them for a long minute before shaking his head and setting them back down.
He knows part of his problem is he is nervous about the idea of becoming a sugar boy. Yes it is a relatively common occurrence. Yes it is a rather cool way to approach a physical relationship. Yes it uses a skill set that he has gotten praised for in the past by most of his partners. Still, it is not something he had ever imaged doing.
He ends up setting the papers down so he can use the bathroom and wash his hands before returning to his pacing around the flat.
With five minutes left before the car is supposed to be there, he grabs his coat, picks up the papers and leaves the flat. Just before he walks out of the door he glances at the cane that has been sitting there for the last few days unused. Of course he hasn't left the bedrest during those days, and moving around this tiny place is rarely a problem. What he has noticed though is his leg has not been as sore and he has been able to get better rotation out of it than he has since getting shot. He'll try without the cane, worse case he falls on his face, it's not like he hasn't done that plenty of other times.
Downstairs, he waits just inside the lobby door for the sleek car to pull up before he steps outside and walks over to it. The driver is out and waiting for him by the door, opening it politely for him with a nod before closing it behind him and sliding back behind the wheel.
The ride to the café is quiet and he wonders if he should try talking or if the driver is too much of a professional to be bothered with communicating when he doesn't have to.
When they get there, the driver is out and holding the door before he is hardly aware of the car stopping.
Climbing out, he makes sure to keep the papers in his hands and nods politely at the driver before heading towards the door.
He stops just inside the café eye, eyes adjusting to the differences between the lights outside and the lights within as he looks for Mycroft. When he spots the older man near one of the back booth tables, he quickly makes his way there. Stride steadier than it has been in months, something he is trying not to think about.
"Good afternoon Mycroft," he greets the taller man as he stops just before him.
Smiling warmly, at least what he is pretty sure is warmly for him, the older man replies, "Good afternoon John." Motioning to the booths, the genius inquires, "Would you like to take a seat?"
Nodding, he slips into the empty side, and sets the papers off to the side as Mycroft settles back into his spot.
"How are you today?" the auburn-haired man inquires.
Bobbing his head a bit, he answers, "Good, I'm good. You?"
That smile gets just a little bit warmer as Mycroft answers, "I am acceptable. I must admit to being unusually pleased about this lunch."
He chuckles softly.
"I see you received the contracts, have you decided which one or ones you would like to accept?" the genius inquires.
He wait for the waitress that he can see approaching before answering, might as well get the ordering done first.
After they have put in their orders, he answers the question put before him, "Honestly, I keep thinking about them but hadn't quiet decided by the time I got in the car. I have not been this indecisive since I was a teenager."
Mycroft merely nods in acceptance rather than saying something.
Several minutes are spent with them sitting there in silence, sipping at their individual drinks. He even murmurs thanks over the fact it was ordered for him before he arrived and is perfectly warm.
Once the meals are served, and he eyes Mycroft's plate doing the mental calculations for what someone of his size should be eating, he has a hard time stopping himself from scowling. This is the second meal he has eaten with the older man and in both cases he has eaten smaller than average meals. Perhaps there is some underlying medical condition but it is still worrisome.
"I do not get a lot of exercise, so I make up for it with lighter meals," the genius tells him, answering his unspoken question.
"Umhmm," he hums, deciding that he will take the private doctors position if nothing else. Though Mycroft is a rather good looking man, so the concept of being a paid companion is not the worse one possible, even if it is something his pride rankles at. At least he is going into it with clear expectations and no misunderstandings as to what he is doing. "I believe I will accept all three slots, though how much good I will be as a body guard I do not know."
Mycroft nods once, head slowly nodding once in a nod of acceptance, the warmest smile he has seen yet curves the older man's lips.
"Excellent, the house is ready for moving into, and I will introduce you to my brother when you are settled in. my hours are often varying and random, so I cannot promise any particular times I will visit. I do not feel that will be an issue since you are correct I am after companionship rather than sex." The most endearing flush colors Mycroft's light skin making his freckles stand out vibrantly, "Not that I am against sex."
His lips curve in a smirk that any of his soldiers would have called the Three Continents Watson smirk.
Mycroft's eyes widen slightly as he swallows and reaches for his drink, eyes widening in shock. Apparently that was not the reaction the genius was expecting.
Wait, if he was not expecting that, he probably won't be expecting any of the things he knows about teasing and pleasuring another person. Just because most his partners in the past were women doesn't mean he did not share time with some men too. Maybe he does bring something to the table here. Well that's at least reassuring.
The rest of lunch goes smoothly, he occasionally flirts, though keeps it to small things like their hands brushing when Mycroft passes him a new copy of the contracts to sign, ones that the older man has already signed and dated after inquiring if there were any changed he wanted to make. Considering how good the original offers are, he is definitely not planning on changing anything about them. He even gets them signed and passed back to Mycroft.
When they are getting ready to leave, the genius promises, "I will have these finalized and a copy ready for you by tomorrow. As soon as the finalized copy is in your hands you are welcome to move into the house. My PA can assist in any details you may need dealt with."
He grins, answering, "I have a duffle bag and a computer bag, moving is not that hard."
Blinking, the older man stares at him in shock, his expression almost disbelieving.
"I'm good at packing things," he comments with a shrug, "Too much time in the military probably."
"Well then, you are welcome to move tomorrow afternoon." Mycroft answers smoothly.
He smiles and nods, "That would be nice."
"Perfect," the older man murmurs with a slight smile before glancing at his watch, "I need to be going. Until later John."
He nods, shaking the taller man's hand and replying, "Have a good day Mycroft."
Well that went better than he expected, he thinks as a pair of matched cars pull up. Best get his duffle bag packed tonight and give his notice in the morning. Thankfully, it is not a place he is on contract for, so he can leave and there will not be a problem. He loses two weeks worth of rent, but considering the fact he will have a probably far better place to live and a definitely better income, he's not worried about it.