John's POV

The next few months seem to fall into a bit of a pattern. He's rather busy between classes and the Holmes brothers.

Classes are regularly scheduled and those schedules don't always work with his job or jobs, depending on how one looks at it. A lot of the base classes he was able to skip right by because of his bachelor's degree in medicine. He also finds that he knows a lot of the information already from his time in Afghanistan and the pre-reading he did on the topics he's chosen for his new field.

That also helps with the classwork and various assignments he's given. Since it means he doesn't actually have to do a lot of reading or research on the topics. Instead, he just has to formulate understandable and clear papers with references and sources cited. He had checked with most of his professors to see if he could use experience, and the majority of them were fine with that as long as he could also find backup references from other sources such as the books or online.

There are a few occasions where he sees Sherlock because the younger man does something stupid and Mycroft insists on it. There are even more times the dark haired genius just stops by because he is lonely and wants someone to speak with. Not that that would ever be admitted.

It's rather amusing, some of the conversations they have while Sherlock tells him about things and he works on his assignments.

He's moderately certain that the younger man thinks he's insane for going back to uni. Maybe he is, but he enjoys it, and that's the part that counts. At least to him it is.

Mycroft comes by for dinner two times a week, and takes him out to dinner once a week, work allowing. Then there are the evenings he ends up with his patron because of a work event, where he is needed as a date or a guard, sometimes acting as one to do the other.

Those events always call for him to wear one of the many suits that have appeared in his closet alongside of the other clothing he went out and purchased. He's not actually sure why he needs so many suits. He could just have them dry cleaned and reuse them. However he doesn't argue it, just goes with the flow.

He enjoys the thrill of adrenaline he gets when there is someone whose head he gets to bash in.

On nights they eat at the house, he slowly figures out what things are favorites and what are not. Then combines them into different dishes using a cookbook and the massive kitchen he has at his disposal.

It's nice, having a pattern that his life is in. Stabling.

They discuss plenty a wide variety of topics. Everything from what he is working on for classes to food to the current world of politics and intrigue. The first few times it strayed into politics, Mycroft was a bit startled by the fact he's rather well informed, at least that's what his behavior said. Those conversations often end up going long into the night, before he shooed the auburn haired man off to get some rest.

As the weeks move on, there has been more kissing. A lot more kissing. Sometimes just simple brush of lips. Sometimes teasing deeper kisses that causes Mycroft to blush rather interesting shades of carmine, including his ears which turn the darkest shades

There is also a lot more cuddling, often times before a low burning fire.

Occasionally he gives massages to the older man. Though those are the rarest sort of contact between them. Still, he enjoys putting those elective classes he took years before to good use. According to the way Mycroft melts beneath his fingertips and often drifts off to sleep, he enjoys them to.

Sometimes he wonders if he should push things further, but he's already decided that it's best if he lets his patron set their boundaries. It's in the best interest for all parties involved.

He actually enjoys being a companion, but not really a sexual one. It's a different type of experience for him, not one he can really remember doing before since most his relationships have had sex in them from the beginning, and there are those relationships that were all about the sex.

He's actually in the middle of musing about his relationship, and how it's not quite like any previous relationship he's had when Mycroft chimes him to invite him to dinner.

Since he doesn't have any other plans, he answers in agreement, and puts away the work he wasn't actually doing since he was a bit distracted. He then glances at the time and goes to get cleaned up when he realizes that there is less time than he expected.

While he doesn't tend to wear suits for any other purpose than when they have a work function to deal with, he does like to dress nicely, since how he looks reflects on his date, and in this case patron.

He's just getting out of the shower when he hears the downstairs door close.

Right, so apparently he's a bit behind.

Not a problem, he can deal with that. Drying and dressing in military time, means he is ready to go almost before Mycroft reaches his bedroom door.

He's in the process of slipping his shoes on when he hears, "Almost ready?"

"Yeah, just gotta finish with my shoes," he replies with a grin at the door.

There are definitely times being ex-military with the ability to dress quick that comes with is a very handy thing.

Running his fingers through his hair to fluff it a bit, he stands up and opens the door, grinning when he spots the public servant sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Hello," he greets the taller man, crossing the space to step between slightly spread legs.

"Good evening, John," Mycroft replies, the hints of a smile curling the corners of his lips.

He presses a quick kiss to them, before stepping back and offering a hand up.

Rising from the bed, the taller man motions towards the door. He nod in agreement, walking out the door and towards the staircase where he waits for the auburn haired man.

The leave the house side by side, heading to the car, where Mycroft tells Frank where to go for dinner.

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