Merry Christmas. Have some porn *runs away*<\/p>\n
Brandy and Holly<\/a> – \u00a0Sherlock and John want Greg to spend the night with them.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It was late Christmas Eve. Molly and Mrs. Hudson had gone a while ago, leaving John, Greg and Sherlock to polish off the Christmas brandy. Greg was smiling at the two of them in their chairs. “Still can’t hold your liquor. John, you’ll ruin the reputation of the Army.”<\/p>\n “Can’t help it,\u201d John giggled. \u201cSherlock\u2019s fault.” He gave the detective a grin. Sherlock\u2019s eyes went dark. In response to the silent signal, John climbed into his lap and snogged him.<\/p>\n Greg coughed. “Well, I’ll be going then.”<\/p>\n John reached out and snagged his sleeve. “Stay.”<\/p>\n “Are you sure? I mean…” Greg hesitated, looking at the pair.<\/p>\n Rolling his eyes, Sherlock yanked Greg into his lap, barely giving John a moment to vacate. \u201cSher-!\u201d Greg\u2019s weak protest was cut off by the detective\u2019s tongue in his mouth. For a moment Greg froze, but then he took control, nipping Sherlock\u2019s lip, tangling a hand in his hair. John licked his lips appreciatively as he watched, adjusting his trousers.<\/p>\n Sherlock looked up and met John\u2019s eyes. John kissed Greg\u2019s neck. \u201cLet\u2019s go to the bedroom,\u201d he purred, biting Greg\u2019s ear.<\/p>\n