John's POV

He can say with all honesty that Mycroft's request to bottom was a bit shocking and not all in one lovely bundle of information. He's known a lot of people who are used to being in control in their day to day life, the one thing they all have in common? Occasionally they like to unwind and not be the one in complete control. To be cared for. It's not shocking that his patron would feel the same.

Right then, he should probably get a collection of supplies for that situation. Right now he has things that he prefers, since he can bottom as easily as top, as long as he knows the preference of his partner. He doesn't have any issues being a switch, it's one of the reasons he's done so well in the past.

What all should he get? All the proper lubes types of course. The body oils for massages in several different flavors. A few types of laxative, for reasons. That'll work for now. Depending on how things go, he can acquire anything else he might need in the future.

Okay, so now that that is done, what else does he need to plan?

Actually that's pretty much it. The rest of it is in Mycroft's hands as to the when it will happen. Hopefully whatever date the auburn haired man selects comes with a day off following, or at least not a lot of time at a desk since first rounds, even when properly stretched and prepared for can cause sitting to smart.

He can do that in the morning when he runs to the store. Maybe it'd be a good idea to get those sort of supplies from a higher quality provider since he can see Mycroft being picky or more selective. Right then, google to find some places that would sell those products so he can go purchase them.

He snickers as he wonders if it's considered a household item or an expense item.

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Mycroft's POV

For the next week he avoids John. Or so it feels like despite the fact he doesn't actually have any control over his schedule because things keep happening. Most of which are totally outside of his control. Why couldn't this have happened before he asked his companion to amend the deal between them?

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and bites back a groan of frustration.

What if John changes his mind before he actually gets a chance to try? It's possible. Particularly if his could be lover thinks that he's changed his mind.

He's not normally one to swear, but he's currently feeling like that would be an excellent way to deal with this mess.

Right then. When this current mess is cleaned up, he's taking forty-eight hours for himself. Of course Amelia will still be able to reach him as needed. Otherwise he will spend the weekend with John. Actually, he'll see if the doctor would like to go to his vacation home for the weekend. That would be the perfect time for him to experiencing bottoming and maybe discuss some other things that he's been curious about.

First he has to deal with this. With renewed focus, he turns his attention back to the situation at hand. This has dragged on long enough. Now to get the fools on the same page so they can move things along. If he can deal with Sherlock for all of these years, there is no excuse for not being able to handle them. After all, none of them come even close to the creative dangers that his brother presents.

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John's POV

Eleven days after their last dinner, he gets a call from Mycroft requesting that he accompany the older man for a weekend away from the city. He agrees without even thinking about it, because why not? It's sure to be a pleasant weekend. If he has his way it'll be more than pleasant.

With that in mind, he packs a small bag, and includes the various supplies that he had decided would work best. That way, when ever happens, they have the supplies on hand. If Mycroft brings his own, that's fine too. Better to have too much than not enough. Particularly for safety reasons.

The car is due to pick him up at six pm for dinner, and he should bring his bag with because they will be leaving for the weekend after dinner. He's good with that too.

Glancing at his phone to check the time, he decides it would definitely be a good idea to go get cleaned up now. That way, as his patron is arriving, he'll be already to go.

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Mycroft's POV

He's feeling uncharacteristically nervous as he climbs in the car to go pick John up. He had considered driving himself, but decided against it because he's too preoccupied to safely drive.

When the car reaches the house, he spends a few moments re-orientating himself. As he opens the door, planning on going to see if John's ready, the house door opens, and the blonde exits with a small black bag. It's the one he bought for travel purposes since the duffle that the ex-soldier used previously is in questionable condition.

"In the boot?" the younger man queries as he walks up.

"Yes," he agrees, tapping on the window to Frank and motioning to the back of the car.

A soft click is the only answer he gets.

John drops his bag in the back, closes the boot of the car and climbs in with him.

"Hi," the blonde murmurs in greeting.

"Good afternoon," he replies seriously. "I made us reservations, following dinner it will take an hour or so to reach our destination."

Nodding, John hums, "That sounds good to me."

Now he just needs to make it through dinner and the trip to the vacation home. That should be easy enough. He's done harder things for work more times than he can count, so why does this make him nervous in a way those life threatening situations never did?

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