A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So this chapter is a little different! I'm officially adding Mystrade into this book!!! Hope you like it!! I'll go back to the JohnLock fluffiness next chapter, I promise!! Enjoy<3

Hey.... – GL

Do you know if Mycroft is coming back at any point?? – GL

I still have one of the books he loaned me – GL

John laughed at his phone, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Sherlock groaned from his spot under the covers of John's bed, poking his head out and sending John a confused glare.

"Sorry Love, go back to sleep. It's just Greg." Sherlock pushed himself into a sitting position and rubbed at his eyes, yawning sleepily.

"Hmm, who?" John chuckled again, reaching for his tired boyfriend and ruffling his hair fondly. Sherlock always seemed to forget who Greg was, calling him everything from Gavin to Geoffrey, but never Greg.

"You know, Greg, from the team? You call him Gavin?"

"Oh, right. George." Sherlock yawned again, stretching languidly and derailing any sarcastic comment John might have had. "What does he want this early in the morning?"

"Babe, it's six in the evening." Sherlock blinked at him for a moment before sending a withering glare at John's alarm clock.

"How long have I slept?"

"A few hours." Sherlock groaned and threw himself back onto the mattress dramatically, covering his eyes with his arm.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock mumbled, his voice muffled and shy. John crawled onto the bed and lay down beside his boyfriend, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and pressing soft kisses there. "This is not how I envisioned our afternoon going."

"It's fine Love, you need the sleep, and I had homework I had to finish." Sherlock huffed, wriggling as John nipped the skin on his collarbone gently. "You can always stay over if you want. Mum is working tonight-"

"Harriet is here John."

"So? She has headphones-"

"John!" Sherlock swatted his head, blushing darkly and trying to squirm away. John laughed and pinned Sherlock to the bed, kissing him deeply and making the younger boy whimper.

Sherlock stopped resisting and gave into the kiss, sighing as John moved from his lips to his neck. John fought back a triumphant grin as he felt the dancer timidly move his hands along his sides. These kinds of touches had been okay between them for over a month now, but Sherlock still got shy, he still hesitated when it came to touching John.

Sherlock tried to squirm away when someone knocked at John's door, but John kept him pinned.

"Shh, just ignore it, they'll go away."

"J-John-"

"I'm coming in guys!" Harry's voice came from the other side of the door, and John yelped as Sherlock dislodged him, sending him tumbling to the side. "Dad called, said you've been ignoring his messages." John groaned, dropping his head against the mattress. "You've got to talk to him eventually John."

"No, I don't. I told him that he was going to leave Mum like that, then he could lose my number too. Tell him to get fucked." John yelped as Sherlock swatted him, sending his boyfriend a mischievous grin. "That all Bug?"

"Yeah."

"Good, go put your headphones on then." Sherlock swatted him again and Harry made a sound of disgust as she slammed the door. "Come here Tiny Dancer, I want to-"

"No! John- stop that!" Sherlock giggled and tried to squirm away. John laughed because he knew the boy wasn't really fighting him, Sherlock could easily knock him off if he really wanted to. "W-Wait- John wait-" Sherlock shoved at his shoulders, and John let off the patch of skin on the boy's neck that he had been worrying into a nice mark.

"You know, you're making this really difficult Love."

"Y-You never told me what George said." John blinked down at his boyfriend for a moment, trying to place the name, before groaning again and rolling off him, reaching for his mobile.

"He wants to know when Mycroft is getting back." Sherlock frowned, propping himself up on an elbow and looking lost.

"Why would he care when Mycroft gets back?" John laughed, rolling onto his stomach and shifting closer to his boyfriend. "Do they even know each other?"

"They had chemistry together or something. Greg had a massive crush on him." Sherlock's face contorted in confusion and disgust, making John laugh harder.

"Why on Earth would- oh wait! I think Mycroft liked him too." John shot up in his bed, staring at Sherlock in disbelief. "Yeah, I seem to recall him mentioning that he thought his Chemistry partner was 'easy on the eyes' or something." An idea wriggled it's way into the back of John's mind and he allowed himself a mischievous grin. "I don't know why he thinks Mycroft is gone. He still lives in town, he just got his own place-"

"Call him." Sherlock glared at John, making him giggle again. "Seriously, call him and ask if he wants to join us for dinner, Friday night." Sherlock stared blankly at John for nearly a full minute before realization sparked in his eyes and he vigorously shook his head.

"No. No. Absolutely not. No." John laughed, shifting closer and nuzzling into the crook of Sherlock's neck, searching for that one spot he had found the other day that always made Sherlock turn into a quivering mass of limbs. "J-John-"

"Please Babe? I just want Greg to be happy."

"But, dinner? With Mycroft?"

"Please? I'll make it up to you. Remember that thing you wanted to try?" Sherlock stiffened slightly before groaning, throwing his arm dramatically over his eyes. "Is that a yes?"

"Fine." John crowed and flipped himself and Sherlock over, moving to rest between the dancer's thighs before he could react. "J-John-"

"I love you Tiny Dancer." John whispered, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. Sherlock blushed and timidly traced the neckline of John's shirt, a pleased smile tugging at his lips. "You beautiful thing you." Sherlock's blush deepened and he tried to hide his face, but John stopped his hands before they could cover him, and kissed him again.

"I love you too."

You want to have dinner? With me? – M

John is insisting – SH

And you've agreed? What has he promised you? – M

Wait, actually don't tell me. I don't want that image burned in my mind - M

Good plan – SH

Will you come? – SH

Friday at 6PM. Angelo's – SH

What will you do for me? – M

Must we trade favors every time? – SH

Yes – M

Fine – SH

I'll not nick your card for a month – SH

You stole my card again?! – M

I plead the fifth – SH

That is America, imbecile – M

Fine, 2 months – SH

How about ever? – M

Can't promise that – SH

Oh! I know! - SH

If you say you'll pay, I will kill you – M

I know you have my card – M

Fine.... What do you want then? – SH

Cover for me at dinner next week – M

No questions – M

Deal – SH

See you Friday – SH

Fine – M

Mycroft knew his little brother was planning something, Sherlock would never just ask him to have dinner with them, no matter what his new boyfriend offered him. He only agreed to join them because he wanted to get to know this John character.

He was shocked to see Sherlock sitting alone at the table when he arrived.

"Where is your date? I thought-"

"Relax Brother Dear, John is on his way. He just had to drop his little sister off at home. Sit down, relax a little, maybe try unclenching for once." Mycroft rolled his eyes but sat, studying his younger brother carefully.

Sherlock held his gaze for nearly a minute before blushing and looking away, fussing with the menu. Mycroft felt a swell of pride and grinned, reaching his foot under the table to nudge at Sherlock's.

"You look happy, Little Brother." Sherlock's blush deepened, but a bright smile pulled at his lips.

"I am happy." He mumbled, grinning down at the menu before him. Mycroft felt his chest swell.

Sherlock hadn't had an easy life, having been bullied for most of his childhood for his love of dance and superior intelligence, and to see the boy happy now was something Mycroft had to make sure to thank John for.

Sherlock glanced up and his face turned impossibly brighter as he shot to his feet.

"John's here!" Mycroft followed suit and stood, straightening his suit before turning.

Panic coursed through him when his eyes met the eyes of Gregory Lestrade.

"What the- oh, I'm going to kill you Watson." Greg growled, trying to turn and bolt. John laughed, grabbing his friend by the hips and shoving him forward. "I swear to God Watson, you and your fucking boyfriend-" Greg fought to escape, but despite his shorter stature, John Watson was incredibly hard to fight off.

"Why are you getting so mad? It's just a friendly dinner-"

"Sod off, I know what you're trying to do here." Greg scowled at John's laugh, but let himself be pushed forward, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "This is just a waste of time you know. Mycroft Holmes hated me-"

"Shut up, he did not. Now, smile and be charming. I know you can." They finally arrived at the table, and Greg made an effort to keep his eyes trained to the floor. John and Sherlock kissed and exchanged their greetings, and Greg stood as still and straight as possible. "Mycroft, you know Greg, right?" Greg forced himself to glance up, smirking timidly at the elder Holmes sibling.

Mycroft looked nearly as humiliated as Greg felt.

"Yes, I believe we had some classes together last year." Greg blinked, mildly shocked that the other boy remembered him.

They all jolted slightly when John's phone blared loudly.

"Sorry, hang on a second." John excused himself and stepped away, mumbling into the phone in what was clearly a fake conversation. Greg felt his chest tighten in panic as it became very clear that John and Sherlock would be ditching them. John made his way back, his face set in a grim line.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, and if Greg hadn't known better, he would have believed the boy was genuinely concerned.

"Sorry, that was Mum. I've uh- I've got to go. My brother came by for a visit and I need to pick him up at the airport." Greg rolled his eyes, catching the confusion on Sherlock's face.

"But, you don't- oh! Right! I'm coming." Greg snorted at the exasperated expression on John's face.

"Sorry guys, guess we're going to be bailing on you. Stay and enjoy, eh? See you Monday Greg!" John grabbed Sherlock's elbow and pulled the other boy out of the restaurant, leaving Greg and Mycroft standing by the table.

"Did they just-"

"Yep." Greg popped his lips and nervously grinned at Mycroft, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can uh- you can leave, if- if you want. Don't feel obligated to stay or anything."

"John doesn't have a brother, does he?" Greg laughed, shaking his head.

"Nope, just a little sister." Mycroft nodded, chewing on his lip for a moment before sighing and straightening his jacket.

"Well then, it's clear that my little brother and his companion have noted a mutual interest between us, so if you are amendable, I would very much like to enjoy dinner with you." Greg was frozen for nearly ten seconds before he let out a snort of laughter. Mycroft looked affronted and his cheeks darkened.

"S-Sorry- sorry- no, don't leave! Just, since when do you talk like that?" Mycroft blush deepened and he smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I-I do that when I'm anxious." Greg grinned, his chest swelling with affection.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

John and Sherlock peered in the window of Angelo's watching the couple stand awkwardly for a minute. When Greg and Mycroft started laughing and moved to sit, John let out a happy crow and spun to face his boyfriend, grinning happily.

"We did it!"

"Yes, it would appear so."

"I'm so fucking glad that worked."

"It really didn't work-"

"Shush, let me be happy."

"I'm not stopping you from being happy."

"Greg is going to owe me, big time."

"Can we go home now?"

"But-"

"John, I want to go home," Sherlock leaned down, nuzzling into the crook of John's neck and biting gently. "I have other things I would rather be doing right now." Sherlock felt John tense against him, and felt the soft hum that rattled the shorter boy's chest.

"Right, sorry Love. I think I owe you something for behaving tonight, don't I?"

"Don't say it like that, I'm not a dog!"

"Yes Dear."

"Sod off."

"I love you."

"I love you too."