John and Sherlock had been room-mates in college for 6 months now, and since the abrupt meeting with Mycroft, things have only got more… heated.
John spends all his lessons and free time with Sherlock, finding him more help than the tutors.
They had both avoided being excluded due to Mycroft's continued financial support, which happened to benefit both of them.
Their next venture was the holidays. John was planning on skipping a visit home to stay with Sherlock.
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Holmes Manor – 2 weeks until the first long break.
'I'm not a babysitter, Myc' Greg groaned, rolling his eyes.
'And Sherlock isn't a baby' he chuckled back, looking into his lover's eyes.
'He's much worse'.
Greg noticed Mycroft's waistcoat was undone, and his tie loosened, revealing the top button undone. That was as comfortable Mycroft got in clothing. God forbid anyone but Greg who dared to wear tracksuit bottoms in his home.
'But…surely it'd be better if we were introduced gradually?'
'Yes, Gregory. But seeing as you live in Holmes Manor now, and he and John are coming down in two weeks, I think we're a bit past gradual, don't you? I don't think could keep quiet about us for the whole three weeks, anyway.'
Greg sighed, knowing it was going nowhere, and admitted defeat. 'Fine'.
He went to lean in to the tall man for a kiss, but was interrupted by the national anthem.
'What the – 'he started, but was cut off. 'No need for swears, darling' Mycroft said, fishing in his waistcoat pocked for his mobile.
'Work?' Greg asked, rolling away slightly on the bed.
'Work' Mycroft agreed, taking a deep breath, and answering the call.
'Yes Prime Minister. Safe passage for members of the U.S embassy? Of course, I'll place it on code Cyan: 2213. Yes, all in order. Thank you, have a successful day.' He finished, and as he ended the call, he caught Greg's stare. 'What?' he said, distracted as he texted Anthea the news.
'Why would the PM call you, personally?!' he asked, amazed.
'Oh, little do you know Gregory, little do you know'