Wake up every day as a superhero

Everyone probably has a wish, that is, to carry their most beloved person in their pockets and take them everywhere, whether it is going to work, shopping or traveling, they just hope to be with him anytime, anywhere.It's just that this wish is not something that everyone can achieve, or it's just a good wish.

And this time, Mycroft Holmes made it happen. He put his new lover, Greg Lestrade, in his jacket pocket, and took their dear Mr. Detective to complete today's work together.

"Gary, you probably need to be quiet before we get in the car, maybe all day today you need to...keep as quiet as possible."

Mr. Lestrade put his hands on the outside of his coat pockets. He is too small, so he needs to put his feet in McCoff's pockets. He gestured an ok sign to McCoff. He will definitely make McCoff forget his existence in such a quiet manner today.

"Oh no, my dear, I will never forget your existence."

He rubbed Lestrade's cheek with his index finger, but Mycroft obviously forgot to control his strength, and Lestrade, who was on his feet, was easily overturned in his pocket by his caress In the middle, he cursed loudly, and then heard Mycroft's deep laughter, "Sorry, sweetheart."

"Don't call me a nickname like sweetheart!"

An Xiya thinks that her boss is very happy today. Of course, according to related books, if two men are lovers and have strong possessive/possessive/desires, their sex/life/life will be more intense , and the related novel also mentions that there may be a situation where a person cannot get up the next day. Judging from the fact that Mycroft asked himself to help Lestrade ask for leave this morning, there is a 90.00% possibility that he I succeeded, and by the way, I also gained absolute initiative on the bed.

"Congratulations, boss."

Anthea held the phone and turned her head to smile and said to McCoff, McCoff likes the intelligence of his secretary, of course, if she is not intelligent and is a stupid goldfish, it is impossible for her to sit in this position.

"Thank you."

Lestrade, who was sitting in Mycroft's pocket, understood Anthea's words after thinking for a long time, oh, damn it!Anthea, the woman he admired before, was actually congratulating Mykoff for his success... But what made Lestrade most angry was the thank you, he turned around and kicked Mykoff.

Mycroft felt a pain in his chest, and he covered it gently. Anthea frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

There are many thoughts in her mind, such as heart disease and so on.

Mycroft shook his head, sat up straight, coughed uncomfortably, and said, "It's okay, there's nothing wrong."

It is impossible for him to say that his lover blew up his hair again, and his lover is holding his chest fiercely. Of course, although it does not hurt, it will really frighten him all of a sudden. of.

Even McCoff assured that if he was not wearing a three-piece suit today, but a simple home pajamas, his lover would probably choose to move his mouth instead of his feet.

When he arrived at the Diogenes Club, McCoff got out of the car maintaining his elegance. He met an old friend of his in front of the door. After the two simply shook hands, McCoff extended his hand to invite that People enter the club.Although the owner of the club is Mycroft, although he is one of the most powerful people in Great Britain, when facing those boring politicians, he is willing to make a small concession, which is his courtesy.

"You didn't have your handkerchief or pocket watch today, Mycroft?"

A gentleman should not have a handkerchief or pocket watch, as if he were missing something.This is the etiquette of upper-class gentlemen, and Mycroft has always followed it before, especially after he put on a formal suit, but today...

"I just made a small change."

He smiled, but there was a meaning in the words that could not be questioned. The old man shrugged and entered the Diogenes club first. Anthea whispered after she and McCoff were left alone. Ask if you need to find another handkerchief or pocket watch by yourself.

"Uneasy Xiya, I said this is a... change."

He gently covered his pocket with his hand, which contained something more important than his own demeanor or even etiquette, his lover Greg Lestrade.

"Anthea prepare a glass of milk for me."

He strode towards his office, and Anthea frowned. Since when did her boss change her taste, rejecting coffee or black tea, and choosing milk, which he didn't like the most before?

Of course, it cannot be Mycroft who likes milk, but the Inspector Lestrade on his chest. Mycroft knows any of Lestrade's preferences, such as being like a child every morning. Likes milk as well, and the thing about him having a sweet tooth.

It was a pity he hadn't offered Lestrade a glass of milk in the morning, so now he needed to fill it up.

After arriving at the office, Mycroft put his palm under the mouth of his pocket and said to the person inside: "Gerry, you can come out now."

Immediately, Mycroft saw two small hands grabbing his pocket, and then a small silver head protruded from it, and Lestrade was struggling to get himself out of the pocket.Because his clothes were made of Mycroft's handkerchief, it was easy to fall apart, so what McCoff finally saw was the naked little man standing in front of him.

All I can say is...that's so cute!

He brought the naked Lestrade up in front of his face, and kissed the man.Lestrade was slobbered all over by Mycroft, only to hear Lestrade screaming: "Mycroft Holmes, you are a pervert!"

Perverted, even if she got smaller, she still didn't let him go, and even kissed him, kissed him like this.

Looking at the wet Lestrade, Mycroft felt sorry, but he also had a sense of accomplishment. He wiped Lestrade's body with a new handkerchief, and wiped every corner clean. As a result, Lestrade was Trade grabbed/grabbed his finger and bit hard.

The word "abnormal" has completely hit McCoff, and McCoff really wanted to say that he just couldn't help it.

"Fuck you can't help it Mycroft!"

Lestrade grabbed Mycroft's handkerchief and covered his important parts, and by the way, he kicked Mycroft's approaching nose.

When Anthea brought the milk into McCoff's office, she saw McCoff raised his head with a smile on his face that could be called an idiot. Anthea suspected that her boss brain might be Hacked, or he exposed his true nature.

Maybe she should step back and open the door to try again.

"Idiots are a disease, boss."

For this reason, Lestrade, who was hiding behind the vase, was ready to support with both hands and feet. Mycroft is an idiot, and an idiot is a disease that needs to be cured!