As the conversation was going on I noticed Mary (Paddy's partner) hand was rubbing my crouch under the table. When we finished our drinks Paddy ask wo...uld we like to follow them back to heir place for another drink and f**. I though hell yes but acted cool and glanced over to M and she nodded yes towards me. I told paddy we would follow him. We had to drive about six miles out into the countryside. On the way to their place M got very hot and started to open my zipper. Next thing I knew M had. Twentyminutes ago he wouldn't have put up with such disrespect, especially from awoman. Twenty minutes ago, however, he didn't have a raging erection. Leaning down under the counter, she produced a leather crop that she slappedon the counter a couple of times before turning and beckoning him to follow. 'So, she's kinky. Well, what the hell? I can deal with that,' he thoughtwith a smirk. Waving the crop, she indicated for him to move behind the bar to the doorat the end. As he did so, he could. Much better. Thank you." He leaned forward to press the side of his face into his brother's neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and an unmistakeably ...Mycroft smell. And that was a good thing. He leaned back, his eyes clear again. "Thank you for ...this, brother." "Come back sooner, Sherlock. Before it gets this bad." There was only a slight hint of warning. Mycroft pulled out of him, the noise obscene, and handed him his rather disheveled clothes and attempted to straighten his. He doesn’t greet me, so I climb in the car without a word.We sit in silence for about five minutes before I turn to him, asking. “Are you mad at me, Gabe?”“No, I’m not mad, just annoyed.”“Annoyed about what?”“Annoyed that I have to come pick your drunk ass up.”“I’m sorry, Gabe. I’ll never go to another party again, I swea-”“I’m not mad at you, Max. I’m mad at Tiffany for leaving you like that.”“She was drunk, drunk girls like to have sex with strange men.”“Well, it’s still not an excuse.”“Don’t.