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Think about something else!
John was outside the flat… eyes closed as he was trying to ERASE from his memory what he just saw: Mycroft and Greg on the kitchen table…
No, no, no! I don’t want to think about my brother-in-law's prick deep in my friend’s arse! It was exactly the same feeling he had when he saw his parents 25 years ago! Oh My God, my poor eyes!
It was a good day, he was home early from the surgery happy to have a little bit of alone time in the flat to relax as Sherlock was at Bart’s all afternoon and Rosie at kindergarten.
I should have stayed at work!
Deciding that it’s useless to wait in front of his own door, he went down the stairs when his boyfriend walks in from outside.
“John! You’re not at work?” He gives him a quick kiss before heading for the stairs. “Got to check something, I’m meeting Greg later and…”
John didn’t have the time to utter more than “Love! No! Don’t ope…” when he hears a scream of disgust followed by the sound of breaking glass! The chemistry equipment on the table… shit.
“MYCROFT! Pull your… penis out of my detective!!” Lestrade emits a few colorful words while Mycroft remains completely silent. “And you owe me new beakers!”