Mycroft's POV
I sighed. I hated going to 221b. Mostly because I would have to endure Sherlock's teasing. I opened the door the flat to see the two of them on the couch kissing. I coughed. "Excuse me," I said loudly.
They pulled away. John glared at me Sherlock didn't even look at me. The only thing he did was make a surprised noise. "Care to tell what you two were doing?" I asked.
John looked at me. "I was taking some crumbs off Sherlock's lips," he said.
"With yours? Napkins exist too, you know?" I said.
He looked at me, glaring. Sherlock was bright red. My brother was always one to get flustered easily. They haven't even moved out of the position they were in. John was lying on top of Sherlock who was trying to hide his face in John's jumper. "Napkins are overrated," John said, smiling at me.
"Well I did come here to tell you, brother dear, that Mummy expects us for Christmas. Bring your boyfriend. I said and turned on my heel.
"I'll bring mine if you'll bring yours," Sherlock called after me.
I got out of there quickly.
Johns POV
I looked at Sherlock. "He has a boyfriend?" I asked, shocked.
"Oh, he's been with Gavin for months now," he said dismissively.
Sherlock could go from flustered to emotionless in moments. "Greg?" I asked.
He looked at me weirdly. "That's what I said."
I laughed and looked at him lovingly. He blushed again. I looked at his lips. "It seems to me that I missed some," I said.
"What?"
"Crumbs." was all I said before I kissed him again.