A/N Hey My Lovelies!! Here's another chapter!!! Hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

"Remind me again why I let you convince me to come tonight?" Mycroft groused, fighting with his tie again. Sherlock rolled his eyes and grabbed at the offending piece of clothing, swatting his brother's hands away and tugging the tie off. "Sherlock-"

"It's a house party Mycroft, not a dinner party. Did you leave any of your t-shirts here?"

"I'm not wearing a t-shirt to a party!"

"Oh, unclench for once! Gavin might have and easier time-"

"His name is Greg, and don't you dare finish that sentence." Sherlock laughed and hurried into his brother's old room, digging through the drawers until he found a shirt that would still fit his brother. He made his way back into his room and threw the shirt at Mycroft.

"Put this on, the wear your button-down overtop and leave it untucked and open." Sherlock turned back to the mirror on his wall, fussing with his hair again. He watched his brother in the mirror as he glared at the shirt for a moment before pulling at the buttons of his shirt.

"Since when do you give me fashion advice?" Mycroft grumbled as he changed into the outfit Sherlock had chosen for him. Sherlock finished with his hair and turned back to face his brother, grinning brightly.

"Since when do you get nervous. Brother Mine?" Sherlock chuckled as Mycroft blushed, tugging the t-shirt on over his head.

Sherlock's grin widened when he heard his phone ring, Tiny Dancer filling the small room.

"Really? Tiny Dancer?"

"Shut up, it's our song." Sherlock snapped at his brother before answering the call. "Mycroft is about to have a hernia, you two had better get here soon."

"Well, hello to you too, Gorgeous." John laughed, making a happy smile pull at Sherlock's lips. He loved hearing John laugh. "We just pulled up."

"Alright, we'll be right down." Sherlock hung up the phone and spun to face his brother, forcing a confident grin on his face. "Come along Brother Mine, our chariot awaits." He started to hurry out of the room, but was stopped by a firm hand on his elbow.

"Sherlock, are you sure about this? I'm sure John won't make you go if you are nervous." Sherlock felt the anxiety he had been fighting most of the night starting to grow in his chest and he turned back to his brother, blinking up at the older boy.

Mycroft, for all his irritating flaws, always took care of Sherlock, making sure he was safe and treated well.

"He wouldn't, and if I suddenly decide that I need to leave, I know that John will drop everything to get me out of there. I'll be fine Mycroft, the whole Rugby team is going to be there, so if anyone messes with me, I have a small army to back me up." Sherlock could see the concern in his older brother's eyes, and pushed down the urge to hug the taller boy. "Come on, they're waiting for us."

The party was loud, obnoxious, and borderline dreadful. Sherlock winced as one of the students swung from the banister, landing on the floor in a heap of screaming laughter. He shifted closer to his boyfriend's side, taking a sip of whatever mix John had handed him when they had arrived.

Sherlock glanced around, hoping to find Mycroft and Geoffrey somewhere amongst the crowd, but the pair was nowhere to be seen.

John was leaning against a wall, talking with one of the cheerleaders, Martha? Mary? Sherlock didn't remember what her name was, all he knew was that she was standing way too close and kept touching John's arm.

John laughed at something Margret said and Sherlock felt a wave of hurt and irritation crash over him as she giggled squeakily and gripped his boyfriend's elbow.

Sherlock moved to walk away, not wanting to watch as some pretty girl hit on his boyfriend any longer, but was stopped by a strong pair of arms wrapping around his waist.

"Where do you think you're going Love?" Sherlock gasped as he felt John's lips brush against his ear.

"I-I don't- J-John-"

"Hmm? What's wrong Gorgeous? Not having fun?" Sherlock blushed and let himself be spun around in John's arms, avoiding his boyfriend's gaze. "Hey, talk to me Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"She- she wanted you to-" his words were cut short by John's lips, pressing against his own softly. "I-I don't like her." He mumbled, blushing darker as John laughed.

"Yeah, that's Mary. We almost hooked up once over the summer, but nothing wound up happening." Sherlock felt a flare of jealousy and sent the girl a glare. John laughed harder and gripped Sherlock's hips, tugging him closer. "Are you jealous, Tiny Dancer?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and tried to push his way out of John's grip, but was promptly pinned against the nearest wall.

"J-John-" He gasped as he felt his boyfriend latch onto his throat, sucking and biting at the skin there. He heard someone saying John's name and glanced at the group of girls that were whispering and staring. "J-John- s-stop-"

"Hmm, nope. Don't want to." Sherlock sighed and pushed at John's shoulders, his cheeks burning hotter as the girls started giggling.

"J-John- people are watching-"

"So? It's a party, half of them aren't even going to remember anything by morning."

"John-" the Rugby player groaned and dropped his head against Sherlock's shoulder, his fingers tight against Sherlock's hips.

"Fine." John growled, pushing off Sherlock and taking his hand. "Come on then." Sherlock let himself be dragged up the stairs, blushing as the rest of the Rugby team noticed and whistled after them.

"John, why are they whistling?" John stopped and spun, pushing Sherlock against the stair banister and kissing him deeply. The Rugby team let out a chorus of approving shouts and whistles, but Sherlock was too lost in the intoxicating confidence of his boyfriend to care.

"They know I'm gonna fuck you senseless." John growled in Sherlock's ear, making his head spin. They had been having sex for a few months now, and Sherlock had never seen John quite like this. The Rugby player was confident on a good day, but this was a whole other level of confidence, and Sherlock found himself lightheaded in it's wake.

He let John lead him up the stairs, keeping his eyes trained on their joined hands as they weaved their way through the crowd of drunken students.

John stopped before a door and tried the handle, finding it unlocked, he pushed it open.

"Oi! D'ya mind?" A familiar voice came from the room, and Sherlock found himself shocked back to reality as he took in the sight before him.

His brother was sprawled out on the bed, shirt lying on the floor along with George's. The other boy was straddling Mycroft's lap, his face a mask of irritation and embarrassment.

Sherlock felt a wave of nausea and stumbled back, rubbing at his eyes and shaking his head. He heard John laughing, and tugged at his curls, trying desperately to dispel the image from his mind.

"Having fun Greg?"

"Sod off John!"

"Boy, sounds like someone needs to get laid."

"I'm working on it, now fuck off!" John laughed again, and Sherlock heard him close the door just before something struck the wood. He felt arms wrap around his waist and John's lips press against his neck.

"Alright Gorgeous?" John asked, still laughing.

"No! I just- I don't-" Sherlock groaned and hid his face in John's neck, swatting his boyfriend's head when he felt John laugh harder. "I never wanted to see that." He whined, clinging to John's shoulders.

"I know Love, I get it." John pried himself out of Sherlock's grip, his eyes sparkling with amusement and love. "Come on, lets go back to yours, eh? We'll send a cab to get those two when the call asking where we are. That will give us lots of time to be alone. Sound good Tiny Dancer?" Sherlock felt his heart swell for his boyfriend and he leaned down, kissing the other boy sweetly.

"You're sure? You were having fun-"

"Yeah, but you aren't anymore. And I'm not too keen on the thought of you having to keep quiet while I take you apart." Sherlock felt his knees go weak at those words, and let John lead him out of the party, once again losing himself in the confidence of his boyfriend.