“No one needs to know.”
John pauses in mid-pace, turning to look at Mycroft. He knows what he’s saying, but asks anyway. “What do you mean?”
“Us. This.” Mycroft gestures around them from where he’s still lounging in the bed they so recently shared.
“Sherlock will deduce the minute I walk in the door.”
Mycroft leans forward and takes John by the hip. “No he won’t.” He draws John back into bed, back into orbit, back into the heat of his kiss and the touch of his hands.
And John melts. Consequences be damned, he wants to be here.