The Third Holmes Brother Ch 3 - Never Have I Ever
I am so sick. eerg. really wanted to just curl up in a tiny little ball and feel gross, but trillsabells is evil. Anyway, here is the next chapter.
For those of you who don't know, and in case this is just in the US, "never have I ever" is a drinking game wherein people takes turns saying "never have I ever...*something they haven't done*" Everyone who has done it must then take a drink.
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“My go? Right. Umm…Never Have I Ever had sex with a doctor,” Lestrade pronounced.
John groaned and took another sip of his beer. Lestrade was cheating. Specifically picking things he knew John had done (ie - never have I even been kidnapped by a mad man, been mistaken for my lover, etc).
Arthur, to John’s surprise, took a swig as well. Catching the man’s look, he explained. “Emrys already got a PhD two years ago. He’s working on his second because he likes school. Actually likes it. Can you imagine?”
“No. Whenever I bring up university all, Sherlock cringes. I’m fairly sure he was bored out of his skull. I’m also fairly sure that’s where the skull came from.”
“What, the one on the mantle?” Lestrade asked. John nodded.
“Oh. Never Have I ever found body parts lying around my flat!” Arthur called out. “Well, not human body parts, anyway.”
John took another drink. This just wasn’t fair.
“Never Have I Ever slept with a Holmes before moving in with him,” John announced.
Lestrade and Arthur clinked their glasses together before drinking. John looked at the table and sighed. Even with that last move, his second glass was nearly empty, and they were still only halfway through their firsts. Apparently, even being married to the British government is not enough to top the bizarreness that is life with Sherlock.
“How did that happen, by the way?” John asked.
Lestrade just smirked. “Classified. “
“Oh, shut up,” John sighed. “How about you, Arthur?”
“Had a class together. Thought he was an insufferable prick. Got stuck with him on a project. The rest, as they say, is history. That was…a year ago, I think?”
“Never have I Ever forgotten our anniversary or had it forgotten,” Lestrade said suddenly.
John and Arthur shot each other looks before taking swigs. He vowed to himself that he would no longer try to keep Sherlock on his best behavior at the Yard.
About half an hour later, John was feeling decidedly drunk, Arthur was thanking every deity he could think of that Emrys was sane, and Lestrade was still basking in the glow of having completely pulled one over on Sherlock Holmes.
“So, why on earth have we all been hiding the fact that we are in relationships?” Arthur asked suddenly.
“Because they’ve all been too afraid to tell Mummy that they are in happy, long term committed relationships with men,” Lestrade said voice filled with a bitterness that came from seven years of hiding his relationship. “And then thought they had to hide it from each other.”
“Because they are idiots,” John said with conviction. If there was one thing he was sure about regarding the Holmes brothers other than that they were brilliant, it was that. “You know, is there a chance they’re misreading the situation like they did with one another?
“Even if they aren’t, I think it’s about time someone told her,” Lestrade said.
“If they present a united front…but how do we get them to do it?” John mused.
A pause.
“Withhold sex?” Arthur proposed.
“Withhold sex,” John and Lestrade agreed.
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Part 4
For those of you who don't know, and in case this is just in the US, "never have I ever" is a drinking game wherein people takes turns saying "never have I ever...*something they haven't done*" Everyone who has done it must then take a drink.
Part 1
Part 2
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“My go? Right. Umm…Never Have I Ever had sex with a doctor,” Lestrade pronounced.
John groaned and took another sip of his beer. Lestrade was cheating. Specifically picking things he knew John had done (ie - never have I even been kidnapped by a mad man, been mistaken for my lover, etc).
Arthur, to John’s surprise, took a swig as well. Catching the man’s look, he explained. “Emrys already got a PhD two years ago. He’s working on his second because he likes school. Actually likes it. Can you imagine?”
“No. Whenever I bring up university all, Sherlock cringes. I’m fairly sure he was bored out of his skull. I’m also fairly sure that’s where the skull came from.”
“What, the one on the mantle?” Lestrade asked. John nodded.
“Oh. Never Have I ever found body parts lying around my flat!” Arthur called out. “Well, not human body parts, anyway.”
John took another drink. This just wasn’t fair.
“Never Have I Ever slept with a Holmes before moving in with him,” John announced.
Lestrade and Arthur clinked their glasses together before drinking. John looked at the table and sighed. Even with that last move, his second glass was nearly empty, and they were still only halfway through their firsts. Apparently, even being married to the British government is not enough to top the bizarreness that is life with Sherlock.
“How did that happen, by the way?” John asked.
Lestrade just smirked. “Classified. “
“Oh, shut up,” John sighed. “How about you, Arthur?”
“Had a class together. Thought he was an insufferable prick. Got stuck with him on a project. The rest, as they say, is history. That was…a year ago, I think?”
“Never have I Ever forgotten our anniversary or had it forgotten,” Lestrade said suddenly.
John and Arthur shot each other looks before taking swigs. He vowed to himself that he would no longer try to keep Sherlock on his best behavior at the Yard.
About half an hour later, John was feeling decidedly drunk, Arthur was thanking every deity he could think of that Emrys was sane, and Lestrade was still basking in the glow of having completely pulled one over on Sherlock Holmes.
“So, why on earth have we all been hiding the fact that we are in relationships?” Arthur asked suddenly.
“Because they’ve all been too afraid to tell Mummy that they are in happy, long term committed relationships with men,” Lestrade said voice filled with a bitterness that came from seven years of hiding his relationship. “And then thought they had to hide it from each other.”
“Because they are idiots,” John said with conviction. If there was one thing he was sure about regarding the Holmes brothers other than that they were brilliant, it was that. “You know, is there a chance they’re misreading the situation like they did with one another?
“Even if they aren’t, I think it’s about time someone told her,” Lestrade said.
“If they present a united front…but how do we get them to do it?” John mused.
A pause.
“Withhold sex?” Arthur proposed.
“Withhold sex,” John and Lestrade agreed.
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Part 4