A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! OMG guys, this is my 100th oneshot in this book!!! how crazy is that??? Thank you so much for reading and voting and commenting!! I love you all so much!! I would not still be writing if it weren't for your support. Seriously....All the love!!! 

Anyways...StiffPansycake requested a story with the boys at the beach, Mystrade included, so here it is!!! incredibly fluffy and fun. Hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

"Why are we doing this John?" Sherlock whined for the hundredth time that morning.

"Because, the weather is finally nice and Greg and I want to go to the beach."

"So? You two can go by yourselves. I don't know why you are insisting on dragging myself and Mycroft along." John rolled his eyes, turning around to catch his anxious lover by the shoulders.

"I told you Love, it's called a double date. Greg and I enjoy hanging out, but we both want to enjoy the warm weather with the men we love." Sherlock glared down at him, though his expression wasn't nearly as thunderous as before. "Just, behave and try to have fun. For me?" Sherlock's eyes softened further at John's request. He was never able to resist John.

"I will try, but Mycroft has to behave too."

"He will, Greg promised he would make sure your brother is on his nicest behavior." John leaned up and kissed his boyfriend gently, smiling up at him before returning to what he had been doing. He had been tasked with bringing the food and drinks for the day. "I'll tell you what, I'll even see if I can swipe some of Mrs. Hudson's biscuits for you to munch on." He could almost feel the detective brighten at that.

He heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly added the final items into the bag.

"You let them in, I will go see about those biscuits, alright Love?" Sherlock nodded, heading for the door. John couldn't resist pinching his lover's firm ass as he passed, causing a yelp to escape the taller man's lips. He chuckled as he made his way down to their Landlady's flat.

Less than a few hours later, the group finally arrived at the beach. Mycroft, of course, had reserved a private stretch of beach, including a little beach house with a couple of hammocks tied up out front.

"This place is lovely." John said as he unpacked their food and drinks. They had decided to spend the night so they could drink all day.

"Yes, a house that is literally full of sand and an ocean filled with jellyfish and other biting creatures. It's paradise." Sherlock groused, kicking at the sand that stood in place of a traditional floor.

"Oi! Behave! Have a biscuit."

"You can't just shove sweets down my throat whenever I get irritable John. I'm not a-" Sherlock's words were cut short when John crammed a biscuit between his lips. The blogger laughed at the affronted expression on his lover's face, leaning up and biting off the end of the biscuit that still hung from Sherlock's lips before kissing the crumbs away. He spun the grumpy man around and slapped his ass, earning another yelp.

"Go help your brother set up the chairs. Tell Greg to come help me mix some drinks." Sherlock glanced back at him and flipped him off before sauntering away.

"Hey man, Sherlock said you needed some help?" Greg's voice came from the door. John looked up to see the DI leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, I was thinking of making margaritas. Want to give me a hand?"

"Sure. Haven't had a margarita in years." Greg walked up to John and started setting up the blender. "So, how's Sherlock handling the beach so far?"

"About as well as can be expected. How about yours?"

"He was actually pretty excited. Apparently when he was in UNI him and his buddies used to study at the beach when it was warm out. He has some fond memories. He wasn't too keen on you two coming though." John laughed, dumping the ice into the blender.

"Yeah, I had to promise Sherlock biscuits to get him to come willingly."

"He really has a sweet tooth, doesn't he?"

"You have no idea." The two men chatted and giggled while they made the drinks, both sneaking a couple of shots of tequila in the process. They made their way outside, each carrying drinks for themselves and their dates.

The sight they stumbled upon stopped them both in their tracks.

Mycroft was sitting on top of Sherlock's chest, grinning like a madman while he attempted to bury his little brother in the sand.

"Mycroft! Get off me!" Sherlock was squirming and laughing, trying to buck the elder sibling off.

"Not until you agree to have fun!"

"That is the most outrageous demand ever! I can't force myself to have fun!"

"Yes, you can, and you will!"

"Boys!" John called, unable to contain the grin that pulled at his lips. Both men froze, their heads whipping around to look at John and Greg. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before all four of them started laughing hysterically.

This was going to be an interesting day.

As it turned out, once John had gotten some tequila into Sherlock, the man started to thoroughly enjoy himself.

"John, let's go swimming!" He sprung out of his chair, pulling his t-shirt over his head before dragging John out of his chair and down to the water. After a bit of coaxing, the detective finally got John out into the frigid water. "Take off your shirt." John glanced back at their friends, feeling slightly self-conscious.

"No. It's too cold."

"John, don't do this."

"Do what?"

"Mycroft and Gavin have no reason to judge your body. They can't even see you clearly from where they are. Not that they are paying attention right now anyhow." Sherlock stepped close to John, leaning down and kissing his doctor. "Besides, the only opinion you should concern yourself with is mine, and you know full well what I think about your body."

"I know Love, it's just-"

"I understand John, but I want you to enjoy yourself."

"I am enjoying myself."

"Then let me enjoy you." Sherlock growled, tugging at the hem of John's shirt and kissed him again. This time, John allowed his lover to pull the fabric off his skin. Sherlock flung the wet shirt towards the beach.

"Oi! That's going to get filled with sand!"

"Good, then you can't put it back on."

"Sherlock-" The detective cut off his blogger with another kiss. He gripped John's waist and fell backwards, pulling John into the water with an indecent squawk. "Sherlock!" John sputtered when he resurfaced, splashing water at the laughing detective.

Mycroft and Greg watched their friends splashing about in the water.

"I thought they were going to shag out there." Greg stated, laughing at the look of disgust that crossed his lover's face. "What? They were snogging pretty intensely for a bit there."

"Sherlock was trying to convince John to remove his shirt. The doctor is self-conscious, and my brother was trying to distract him. Sherlock would never-"

"Myc, I can't tell you how many times I've stumbled on them in a coat closet or darkened alley. They aren't exactly shy-"

"Please stop telling me about my little brother's sexual habits!"

"Sorry Love." Greg giggled, grabbing his lover's hand and squeezing apologetically. "When do you want to tell them?" Mycroft looked at him fondly, gently caressing the back of his hand and smiling sweetly.

"Maybe tonight? After dinner?"

"Sounds good. Nervous?"

"Why would I be nervous?"

"No reason. Just a question." Greg winked and glanced back out to where John and Sherlock were still playing in the water.

This was going to be a good night.

A few hours later, a fire had been lit, smokies had been roasted and eaten, and the two couples were cuddling by the fire.

"So, John, Sherlock, Myc and I have some news." Greg spoke up finally, feeling lightheaded from the laughter and tequila.

"What's up?" John asked, his cheeks flushed from the sun and alcohol. Greg felt a twinge of nervousness. He caught Sherlock's eyes and saw the mischievous glint there. Of course, Sherlock knew their news.

"Well, uh, we have decided- I mean, Myc asked me- I-I mean- w-we-" Greg stumbled over the words, a deep flush taking over his cheeks.

"Wait, are you two, engaged?" John asked, barely containing his excitement. Greg nodded, feeling Mycroft tighten his arms around him. "Holy shit! Congrats guys!" John sprung unsteadily to his feet and stumbled over to the couple, pulling them both in for a hug.

"Congratulations, Brother Mine." Sherlock said, his voice sounding thick with emotion. "John, Love, you should sit before you fall into the fire." John nodded, grinning and giggling as he staggered back to his seat in Sherlock's lap.

The men talked late into the night, finally turning in around three in the morning.

John had only been asleep for a couple of hours when he felt Sherlock silently slip from the bed. He followed him out to the beach. His lover sat on the sand, just close enough so that the water washed over his toes. John watched him for a moment, the moonlight making his already pale skin look translucent.

He sat beside his love, feeling the emotion pouring off Sherlock.

"Are you happy John?" He could hear the pain in the detective's voice.

"Of course, Love. Why would you even ask that?"

"After everything I have put you through-"

"Hey, hey. No, Sherlock, don't." John could sense where this train of thought was going and he wouldn't let that happen again. He re positioned himself so he was kneeling between Sherlock's long legs, taking the cold hands in his and pressing kisses to the backs of his hands. "Don't do this. I've never been happier than I am with you. I have put you through the wringer my fair share of times to, remember? Things haven't been easy for us. They probably won't ever be easy for us, not really, but I can't imagine a better life." He moved his hands to cup Sherlock's face, forcing the detective to meet his eyes. "I love you Sherlock Holmes. More than words can say. Never doubt that." His voice had become a soft whisper, slightly ragged under the force of the emotions running through his body.

Tears had started to slip down Sherlock's cheeks, getting caught in John's fingers.

"I love you too." Sherlock mumbled, his voice barely heard over the soft crashing of waves behind John. The shorter man leaned in, kissing the man he loved. Sherlock responded enthusiastically, shifting his position slightly and dragging John onto his lap. John hummed in pleasure at the action, deepening the kiss. "Marry me." Sherlock whispered against his lips, causing John to pull back slightly.

He had never expected to hear those words from Sherlock Holmes.

"What?"

"Marry me John."

"Y-You- you want to get married?"

"I am not repeating myself anymore John." John grinned, his Sherlock was back.

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure."

"Yeah, but, you said-"

"John, I never once said I was against marrying you."

"No, but you did say that you think the sanctity of marriage is bullshit."

"Not with you John." Sherlock's voice became a serious whisper. "I would gladly do anything in the world to be with you. I would even attend Mass twice-"

"Love, please don't talk about church while I'm straddling you."

"Not good?"

"Bit not good, yeah." They giggled, stealing soft kisses for a few minutes.

"You never answered."

"Yes. Of course, I will marry you." Sherlock grinned, pulling John in for another deep kiss. He felt Sherlock's hands slip along the waistline of his pajama bottoms and chuckled, whimpering as he felt Sherlock's cold hands dig against the skin of his hips. "Thank god for private beaches."

"Hmm. Indeed."

"I love you Sherlock Holmes."

"I love you too John Watson."