What kind of experience is it to be caught by the object of his own affection/lewd when doing a little bad thing, probably only Mycroft himself knows, he is now embarrassed, try to disguise himself as indifferent, he gently covered his important position with his hand, and coughed softly.

In fact, Lestrade did not expect to encounter such a thing, but after admiring Mycroft's bedroom outside, it suddenly occurred to him that Mycroft needed to help rub his back, he knocked on the door but did not hear Mycroft answer, so he pushed the door in.

Who knew they had just met McCroft...... Forehead...... in addressing their own physiological needs.

He didn't know what to say to break this embarrassment, so he casually said, "You're busy......

Lestrade pursed his lips and laughed very unkindly when he saw Mycroft's small movements, it turned out that Mycroft still had such a cute side, and he had to pretend that nothing had happened even when he was blushing.

"Ahem, maybe I really need your help."

It was still Mycroft who broke their silence first, there was no way, he would die of embarrassment if he didn't say anything, and Mycroft kind of answered the question that Lestrade had just asked, about whether he needed help rubbing his back.

Lestrade hadn't felt shy before, but when he heard that Mycroft needed help, he didn't know why he was in a hurry, so he picked up a bath flower and squatted behind McCroft. Lestrade touched/touched his cheek, and for some reason he blushed a little.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and as Lestrade's hand rested lightly on his back, Mycroft had to admit that his brother, who had just stopped, was starting to refresh himself, and that the man was like an aphrodisiac to make him think about it.

Mycroft sat quietly, Lestrade moved lightly, as if he was worried about hurting him, he carefully tried not to touch Mycroft's arm, and the bath/room was full of awkwardness and ambiguity.

Mycroft moved his free-moving hand, causing a little ripple in the tub, and for some reason he heard a chuckle from behind him, "Mycroft, do you need your duckling?" ”

Probably every English child once had a little yellow duck by their side as they bathed, and Lestrade had just seen the little ripples and thought of Raven's little yellow duckling, so he made a joke casually.

Probably because of the joke, the previous embarrassment and ambiguity were swept away, and Mycroft laughed, "Dear Greg, it's not me who likes the little yellow duck, it's Sherlock." ”

Mycroft has shown his unique side since he was a child, he has never liked any cute dolls, nor has he liked any cartoon characters like other children, and those who liked them were Sherlock, whom he regarded as goldfish at the time.

Oh, little Sherlock had a lot of toys when he was young, and probably the Sherlock Holmes didn't find much fun in Mycroft, so they turned all their love to Sherlock.

"Looks like you must have been a boring guy when you were little."

Mycroft laughed, this shouldn't be called boring.

"I just don't care about those stupid toys."

McCroft turned his head to look at Lestrade, and this glance made his little brother even more energetic.

Lestrade crouched there, his white shirt unbuttoned by him, revealing his collarbones, and his chest half-covered for Mycroft to swallow, a fatal temptation.

Lestrade patted Mycroft on the back and said, "You need to turn around, Mr. Holmes." ”

This sentence seemed to Mycroft to be almost redeeming, and he immediately turned his head to stare at the wall in the distance, thinking in his mind the most difficult and complicated mathematical formula, without which he would probably not be able to hide the majestic little brother.

Reistrade pretended not to see Mycroft's movements, and when he helped McCroft wash his back briefly, Reistrade stood up.

He bent down and whispered in Mycroft's ear, "Mr. Mycroft, I'm going to pretend I didn't see you solve your physical needs, Iceman has normal needs anyway, doesn't he?" But if you don't take care of it for a long time, it's not good for your health. ”

After speaking, Lestrade pointed to the place where Mycroft covered it with his right hand, in his opinion, he and Mycroft were both men anyway, and he had done things to compare the length of his friends when he was younger, and now it was really stress-free to joke about Mycroft.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes, don't look at Reestrade is usually a good man, but his essence is still a little bit of a black belly, just like now, the man obviously knew what he was doing from the beginning, and he could see that he reacted halfway, but he just pretended not to know.

When it was time to leave, he came to make fun of him.

For a moment, Mycroft wanted to drag Lestrade into his bathtub and give him the right thing on the spot, as if he had fulfilled what he had called his physical needs. However, thinking of his current arm injury and future "happiness", McCroft held back the idea of "teaching" Lestrade, and said calmly: "Maybe this will become our secret." ”

Lestrade shrugged, he knew Mycroft's little secret, didn't he?

Just when Mycroft heard the sound of Reistrade leaving and closing the door, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the little regret in his heart could not be ignored. Just as his hand touched his male symbol, he heard Lestrade's voice come from the doorway, "By the way, who did you think of when you did this kind of thing, Mycroft?" ”

Mycroft wanted to say out loud to Lestrade that I was thinking of you, but he held back.

He looked at his poor little brother, he had been so frightened and wronged today that his masculine majesty might have been frustrated if he continued like this.

At the moment of release, Mycroft gritted his teeth and didn't let himself call out Lestrade's name, but in his mind, in his memory palace, it was all Lestrade, all.

Mycroft wrapped a bath towel around his body, his hair hadn't been dried yet, after all, it was inconvenient to do things with one hand, Lestrade was sitting on the sofa in his bedroom waiting for him, and when Mycroft came out, he showed a smile that made Mycroft's heart beat faster, "I knew you couldn't handle it." ”

The man stood up and patted the spot where he had just been sitting, he had already guessed that it was impossible for Mycroft to wipe his hair and water droplets from his body, so he took it upon himself to find a clean towel.

The two of them were now standing and sitting one by one, and Lestrade used the towel in his hand to help Mycroft wipe his neat short hair, and to be honest, Lestrade was very skilled in this area, after all, he tried to help the bears, especially his little princess Raven, with her long hair.

"To be honest, you really need a chaperone or a nanny for the time being."

Although he only injured his left hand, it still affected some of McCroft's usual life, and in addition to the normal washing needs, there were some things that he could not do with one hand, and Lestrade thought that at least until McCroft's left hand began to recover, he needed help.

Mycroft also showed an embarrassed expression, it was not that he didn't want to find someone to help, but because of his special status, suddenly finding a companion no one could guarantee whether he had other plans for Mycroft, if Mycroft was hurt during this time, it would be a big mess in the world.

"Greg, you should believe that I have the ability to take care of myself, just wait a few days."

Lestrade threw the towel in his hand into Mycroft's face, and Mycroft immediately caught it, for some reason Lestrade looked a little angry, "Stretch out your left hand, you need to change the dressing first." ”

He was seldom so fierce as Lestrade, so he immediately obediently stretched out his bandaged left hand, and stretched out his arm to facilitate Lestrade's dressing change, not to see Lestrade look angry, but his movements were as careful as if McCroft were made of something fragile.

"If you want to say sorry, all I can say is I'm sorry."

Mycroft didn't say this out of the blue, he could see what was going on in Lestrade's heart, and his little expression betrayed him.

"Sherlock is right, sometimes you really hate it."

The bandages were re-bandaged in circles, as if they were wrapped around McCroft's heart, and his heart was just fastened, and when he realized that he was in love with Lestrade, he couldn't help but be attracted to Lestrade, and the feeling in his heart became more and more hot.

Maybe one day he will be ignited by the fire in his heart.

Iceman wasn't really an iceman, he just hadn't encountered a volcano.

"I also have a lot of responsibility for this matter, if you are worried about the problem of escort, then you can go to my house for a while for the time being."

Mycroft had also been injured once, and on that occasion he had barely woken up, and he had been living at Lestrade's home for some time under the pretext of recuperating from his injuries. But this time was different from the last time, Mycroft really didn't want to send his laughing stock in front of Sherlock, and he was worried that Sherlock would secretly help behind his back and puncture the window paper between him and Lestrade in advance.

"I just can't use my left hand, and I'm not crippled, normal life is not a problem, and I still have Anxia's work, so please rest assured."

Mycroft was reassuring Reestrade that he was really just a little inconvenient, such as going to the toilet and washing his face and shower.

"You don't want Sherlock to laugh at you?"

The reason for McCroft's injury is really ...... Embarrassed, Lestrade almost understood, so he smiled understandingly, he couldn't let Mycroft go alone, and he needed to take care of Mycroft's small face.

So Lestrade found a compromise.

That is.

"Then dear Mr. Mycroft Holmes, I will be your temporary babysitter, please take care of me."

Mycroft nodded and smiled, and took Lestrade's outstretched hand, and he wondered not only about whether Lestrade was a sweet treat or a painful "torture" when he became his temporary babysitter when he was injured.