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[3 months later]
Mycroft awoke early in the morning, feeling warm and content, the duvet surrounding him and the warmth of another body right behind him. It was a frequent happening now to wake up wrapped up in the arms of John Watson. Mycroft gave a gentle smile and placed his hands on top of the hands that were settled on his waist.
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” John said quietly into Mycroft’s ear.
“Mmm… what time is it?”
“Not time to leave for work.” John said gently, kissing the back of his neck gently. Mycroft smiled, enjoying the feeling.
“I like your bedroom, John.” Mycroft commented.
“Thank you… I think it’s pretty plain, myself, but I’m glad you like it… well, you do spend enough time in it.” John added.
Mycroft chuckled “Oh, definitely, many enjoyable evenings and nights.”
John smiled “So… fancy spending all morning in bed with me, Mr Holmes?”
Mycroft grimaced “Oh, please don’t call me that. Firstly, it makes me sound old, like my father. And secondly, Sherlock is also ‘Mr Holmes’… just don’t.”
John chuckled “Alright, picky.”
Mycroft huffed a laugh and mumbled a “sorry”.
They quietened and John gently stroked his fingers back and forth across Mycroft’s naked waist, Mycroft enjoyed the sensation and could almost hear John’s brain working, he liked to listen to John thinking, it was very interesting.
Their morning was thoroughly interrupted when a pouncing man-child came into their room looking manic, opening the wardrobe and chucking clothes on the bed. This pouncing man-child was Sherlock Holmes.
Mycroft and John both pulled the duvet over their shoulders, trying to ensure no loss of dignity.
“Hurry up, John, we have a case. Triple murder all in one night, just scrumptious!” Sherlock exclaimed, then held out two pairs of socks and said “Green or Blue… blue will go best with those trousers.” Then he chucked the blue socks onto the bed and smiled down at John and his brother.
“Sherlock, get out!” Mycroft shouted indignantly.
Sherlock’s brain seemed to finally pick up on the obvious and he grimaced and said “Ugh… well, John, will you come with me?” he avoided his brother’s eyes.
“Umm… do you really need me?” John asked “It’s just… I kind of wanted to spend some time with Mycroft.”
“Oh. Well you just spent a whole evening and night with my brother, is that not a sufficient amount of time for you both?” Sherlock frowned, confused.
“It’s fine, it’s just… we just wanted a lazy morning.” John said awkwardly, trying to explain.
“Umm… well…” Sherlock obviously didn’t know how to respond.
“Go with him.” Mycroft decided, turning around to look at his partner.
“Really? You don’t mind?” John asked, he had been so torn before, should he spend the morning with his boyfriend or go on a case with Sherlock?
“Of course not. I have plenty of things to be getting on with. We did spend a lot of time together last night and such. And I know how much you enjoy cases.” Mycroft smiled gently.
“Great!” John sat up and was about to climb out of bed when he looked up expectantly at Sherlock who looked at him, confused as to what he wanted.
“Get out, I need to get dressed.” John gestured to the door.
“Oh.” Sherlock nodded and left briskly.
“You’re the best.” John said, looking down at Mycroft who was now sat up against a bunch of pillows, the man looked pretty smug.
“I know.” Mycroft smirked.
John pulled on his trousers, shirt, and a jumper then went over to Mycroft, pressed a kiss to his lips that lingered then with one more peck he said “Gotta go, I’ll miss you!” John made his way to the door, waving cutely.
“I shall miss you too.” Mycroft nodded.
“Send me flirty texts.” John winked.
“Always!” Mycroft chuckled as John left and jogged down the stairs.