[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

Sometimes people who are used to controlling the audience are even more stingy in expressing their emotions.

On this point, the Holmes Brothers do stay true to the formula.

The two brothers always force everyone around them to obey them, and at the same time, Mycroft is not used to expressing it, and Sherlock probably doesn't even understand the necessary emotions.

This makes them even more invincible and omnipotent demons in the eyes of others.

However, they are still human, "So, John was surprised when he found out." Sherlock was lying on the sofa, his slender legs crossed and straightened, his feet resting on the footstool, and there was a glass of wine in his hand. The dry red was handed over by Mycroft just now, and Sherlock still held a low-tar cigarette in his hand. Although it was not Sherlock's favorite, this comfortable posture made him relax, like A loose cat, "he looks like a bear with his mouth open."

As he said that, Sherlock hummed, "Little bear goes around the garden~" Following the rhythm, his bare feet swayed slightly, and the beautiful curves of his joints attracted people's attention.

Mycroft was sitting on another sofa, his whole body relaxed, and there was a pack of cigarettes in his hand, but he didn't smoke, he just brought it for Sherlock, and he was holding a goblet in his hand, so he was sitting more than Sherlock. It is much taller, but the reclining posture and slightly squinted expression all show comfort.

"Oh, he's really cute."

Sherlock sneered, and then he heard Mycroft's voice say in a playful tone, "I guess he thinks you're wrong."

"Damnit!" Sherlock opened his eyes and stared at his brother, and then he said, "He must have never guessed that you would wear women's clothes."

"Well, yeah, so he can't guess you still read women's magazines? Like certain celebrities or something." Mycroft reported to his young brother.

It's kind of a bro game—childish fights, and it looks like today's theme is all the embarrassment that John didn't guess?

"Hmph, he knows that you will eat your eyes if you write homosexual literature anonymously." Sherlock and Mycroft never fall behind in their mutual shortcoming.

Mycroft paused, then raised his eyebrows, as if the comfortable atmosphere had slowed his thinking a lot, and then he agreed with Sherlock, "Oh, yes, he's too easily startled.

Military overstress. "What Mycroft recalled was the first time they met, and it seemed that John was frightened that time.

Sherlock glared at his brother again. "I told him to leave him alone."

Mycroft expressed his innocence, "No, you know."

"Especially when you have a constant mysterious lover." Sherlock turned over and turned his face to the fireplace, as if there was heat there, but the fireplace was not actually lit.

"What?"

Mycroft didn't know when he had a regular lover?

"Glia?" Sherlock then put forward his guess, and Mycroft knew who he was talking about, "No, it's not him."

Sherlock turned back again, staring suspiciously at Mycroft's expression, "It's not him?" Sherlock was referring to Lestrade, and he couldn't always remember Lestrade's name.

"of course not."

McCaw refused very simply, but after thinking about it, Sherlock felt that Lestrade was the most likely, because he had known the two brothers for a long time, and while he was willing to provide the case, he was also accepted by McCaw. Instigated by her husband, it's hard not to wonder if it's the detective!

However, McCoff's denial was also very straightforward.

This made Sherlock a little confused, because when he was almost sure it was him, Mycroft said no!

Sherlock already knew that Lestrade knew Mycroft, within a few days after he knew Lestrade!

Five years ago, Sherlock had a quarrel with Mykoff because of the visit of Mykoff's mysterious lover.Of course, now Sherlock knows that the original one was Neo.Sherlock got a call from Lestrade to go to the British Museum, so after he calmed down, Lestrade was on Mycroft's end! !

"Damn it! Why did you call me as soon as he entered the house? I knew it couldn't be a coincidence! Mycroft must have called you!!

And you still call me little Sherlock Holmes?Why add small?If you only met me, you wouldn't know that I have an older brother! "

Sherlock was so angry that Mycroft not only said that he was not welcome on his date, but also kicked him out in a different way! !

"Actually, Mr. Big Holmes said that you are really boring, and I hope I can help you." Lestrade was a little embarrassed. The way he helped someone made Sherlock very angry, and he stared at Lestrade angrily. Puffy, "Did he tell you that I'm a high-functioning antisocial personality!? If you call me here, you might kill someone!"

Lestrade paused, and then said, "I trust Mr. Holmes, and I think your help is very useful. My name is Gregory Strade. I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future."

"If the next case isn't interesting enough, I don't think I'd mind helping you make two interesting cases, Jack!"

Sherlock dumped Lestrade and left, and he never got Lestrade's name right again!

"Who is that?" Sherlock was a little curious, but only a little bit, holding the cigarette with his long fingers, slightly opening his mouth and touching the cigarette holder with his lips, squinting at Mycroft.

Mycroft squinted at his younger brother, "No, not now."

"You're human after all." Sherlock's tone was constant, and if John heard it, he would be surprised that such an emotional tone came from Sherlock.

"Oh, yes. We're all human." Mycroft nodded, then said, "I'm past the point where I really care about that. I think that's when you need a partner. Even an undecided one. "Mycroft's words made Sherlock curl his lips, replying that he didn't need it.

"So what do you think of John?" Mycroft asked Sherlock, and Sherlock's expression was a bit tangled, just like when he said in the restaurant that he didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, "No—"

Mycroft knew this earlier, so he didn't care, and he didn't even go to see his younger brother. Instead, he poured himself another glass of wine, shook it, and looked at the warm room through the red wine. Strange color, "Don't say you didn't mean to interrupt John's tryst."

"So who is your lover?"

"It's past the time for you to care about who my lover is, isn't it? Brothermine."

Mycroft showed a very relaxed expression. He didn't know when, he was able to relax and talk about his lover in front of his younger brother, and even told Sherlock clearly that he shouldn't worry about it.

"You really don't look like a person."

"That shouldn't come from your mouth." Mycroft replied to his younger brother.

Sherlock let out a laugh, then rolled over again, reached for the phone that had been set aside, flicked his fingers, and sent John a text.

"I won't go back to 221B tonight—Sherlock."

The rare quiet between brothers, when they are alone with each other without quarreling, leisurely like waiting for mother's potato pancakes when they were teenagers, Sherlock turned casually on the sofa, Mycroft sipped wine, and even I didn't take any books, I just enjoyed the quiet and comfort.

"I'm not in 221B!—John."

Sherlock flung his BlackBerry out of the way, and switched his long, overlapping legs up and down. The blue pajamas on his body were all scruffy creases, but he didn't care and twisted a few more times on the sofa. Next, "He is not in 221B, where else can he be!"

"He's not a soldier standing by for you, Sherlock."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said a word to his young brother who thought the whole world revolved around him.

Sherlock looked back at Mycroft with eyes fixed on something funny, and said of course, "I'm his commander!"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, he really didn't want to expose his ridiculous and somewhat pitiful little brother. In fact, two days after Neo left, John went to New Zealand for vacation with his girlfriend Sarah.

Been gone for at least three days!And Sherlock who is living together doesn't know yet!

"So are you staying here tonight, Sherlock?"

Mycroft also lit a cigarette, and the red cigarette butt flickered in the darkness. Mycroft's fingers were slender and beautiful, even more beautiful than Sherlock's fingers, and because of the high-level job, they were well maintained. The smoked cigarettes are like finger decorations, making them even more beautiful.But obviously it doesn't always pick up the cigarette, and Mycroft choked on the smoke.

"Mycroft, you really don't know how to smoke."

Mycroft was choked up with tears, and finally healed, and found that Sherlock was already standing in front of him, with only a short cigarette in his hand. Looking up, Sherlock was even thinner, and more A head of curly hair looks soft.

"It's like this."

Sherlock took a deep breath of his own cigarette butt, burned all the short end, and casually twisted the cigarette butt on the mahogany table, knelt on the sofa between Mycroft's legs with his left knee, bowed his head directly It came to Mycroft's mouth.

Slightly cool lips, pungent white smoke flowed from one mouth to the other, and some leaked from the contact between the two pairs of dark red lips, rolled over, and then dissipated in the air.

Sizzling heat and minty coolness, smoky softness and glacier-like hardness.

It's a bit provocative and ambiguous, and it's a bit cold when you look on from the sidelines during the experiment.

Mycroft swallowed all the smoke in his stomach, but he didn't choke on it. The spicy taste in his stomach seemed to have something else.

"Of course I'm staying here." Sherlock moved closer, taking up almost half of the Mycroft sofa.

Mycroft supported the full weight of his equally tall younger brother, his fluffy hair poking his neck, a little itchy, overly intimate movements, the younger brother said, "I really wonder if it was from then on, you were Iceman."

He even put his hand on Mycroft's inner thigh, with doubts and curiosity in his tone, his hand slowly moved to the inner side, an overly intimate movement, which reminded Mecroft of the summer when Sherlock was 16 years old.