7. Handled
John arched his back unable to get away from Mycroft's stimulating touch. The feel of small circles circumscribed across his scrotum made his body react as if he had no conscious control at all. Sherlock's first touch had been a shock. Mycroft's even more so, but there was a difference. John could tolerate Sherlock's touch because he trusted him completely, but Mycroft?
By now Mycroft had undone John's trousers and had a hand on top of John's underwear. John couldn't change the feelings that Mycroft's skillful touch induced in him, but he could bloody well stop him. He gave Mycroft a chop on the neck knocking him down into the floorboard. John threw a punch that was blocked by a rapid move of Mycroft who caught his wrist with his umbrella before wrapping it around John's own neck.
"That will be quite enough of that." Mycroft said holding John's arm locked in a twisted position with the umbrella pressed against his throat. "Now, I'll let your hands go and we can both keep our hands to ourselves for now. Is that acceptable to you?"
John nodded. The pressure of the umbrella against his voice box kept him from speaking. Slowly Mycroft released John unhooking the umbrella from his hand. John rubbed his neck, then he sat back in his seat zipping his pants as Mycroft sat back in his chair, his umbrella still clasped in one hand.
"So it isn't just casual sex that interests you. I read you wrong." Mycroft said, "It wasn't that the sex with Sherlock was unsatisfying. It was that it was TOO satisfying. You've resolved to leave him before you are tempted to stay."
"I don't know what you..." John clamped his mouth shut. Mycroft was reading him again. Understanding him better than he understood himself. What Mycroft had said about John's desire for danger in their first meeting had been true. Was this true too? Was he running from Sherlock? He watched the city go by and tried to empty his mind.
"If it's any consolation to you John. I, at least, believe that you are not gay. It's not men that interest you. It's one man." Mycroft smirked and began to fidget with the handle of his umbrella, "I'm happy for him. Sherlock finally finds love."
John wanted to talk about how he was feeling, but he stopped himself. He no longer felt comfortable talking with Mycroft. Not since the moment that he had discovered that Mycroft had betrayed his own brother.
Mycroft answered as if he had read John's thoughts. "I'm sorry John. I know you can never forgive me for what I did. Please, just try to remember that everyone isn't as perfect as you. Not everyone can stay loyal all of the time. And it is loyalty that is your problem now isn't it? Will you be loyal to Mary or to Sherlock?"
Mycroft rubbed the spot on his neck where John hit him and then punched the intercom. "Pull us over at the next tube entrance will you William?"
"Yes sir." William replied.
"I apologize John." Mycroft said, "I was a fool to doubt you. I know that as long as you are alive, you'll find a way to take care of Sherlock, no matter what you decide about your … domestic arrangements. "
The car stopped. John opened the door, and stepped out of the car turning suddenly when he felt a hand on his forearm. He turned to glare at Mycroft who held up his other hand to show that he was unarmed. "John" he said, "Whoever gets you as a husband will be a lucky person indeed. I just wanted you to know that."
Mycroft lifted his hand, and John stepped away from the car. The door shut as it zoomed away from the curb.
John's phone buzzed. He looked down and saw a message from Sherlock.
[Movers called to confirm cancel. Where are you? -SH]
And then moments later.
[Does this mean you will stay? -SH]
Then another text.
[John took earlier train. Be N at 5. -Mary XX]
John sighed heavily and then turned off his phone before walking down the street in search of a good coffee shop, or perhaps a good bar.