Fear
AN: Teenlock AU. While out with his friends, Greg Lestrade gets drunk and is tied (naked) to a fence with duck tape. A young teen just happens to be driving by and finds Greg in the compromising state. He offers him so clothes and somehow turns the event into a date. But has Greg found the one who he can truly care for?
"Guys, aw, come on. What the hell?" The young teen slurs as his university friends begin stripping him while one of them fiddles with the roll of duct tape.
"We made bet and ya lost, 'Strade. You knew the forfeit." Andy, a curl haired brunette slurs and giggles, tucking the most of Greg's clothes under his arm.
Danny; a tall blonde teen laughs drunkenly as he restrains Greg, adding with a grin, "Hey, look this way, maybe a fit lad will find you and you'll ge' it on, then you'll be outta this slump ova Linda."
"Now, let's be nice, could be a girl or guy. Don't make assumptions, Danny." Johnny; seemingly the least drunk out of all of them, smiles slightly at Greg, not caring about his sexuality.
"C'mon, Johnny. Don't let 'em do this." Greg replies weakly, too drunk to properly put up a fight.
"Andy's right, mate, you made the bet. Gotta face the punishment."
"Well, if I end up dead tomora, it's on you." Greg slurs, trying fruitlessly to pull out of Danny's grip.
"If you're still here in half an hour, we'll take you home. Alright? Besides, there's CCTV everywhere and cop shop's only across the way. You're technically safe." Johnny replies unsurely.
"Aw, Christ. I could be killed. Ya know how rough round 'ere is."
"Half an hour, I promise." Johnny smiles, nodding to Tommy; who is holding the duct tape.
"Fuck sake, man." Greg growls as Danny and Tommy tie him to the fence.
At least there's a bush to protect my modesty. Greg thinks drunkenly, like that's the worst part of the current situation.
x..x
Greg doesn't know how long he's been standing there before a car pulls up next to the fence. It's got to be too early in the morning for a casual drive and that makes Greg tense.
The young teen who steps out onto the pavement is dressed in quite smart for his age; shirt, cardigan and pants, and upon seeing the other naked teen, he blushes before pulling open the boot of the car and pulling out a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans.
He walks through the gap in the fence and looks critically at the older teen before carefully putting the clothes down on the bench next to Greg.
"Who are you?" Greg asks curiously, the alcohol in his system having already filtered out.
"Mycroft Holmes. Nice to meet you, Gregory." Mycroft smiles sweetly, stepping closer to Greg.
"How do you know my name?" Greg snaps, shuffling away from the younger teen.
"We go to university together. But, of course you won't know me. You're one of the cool kids." There's a slight bitterness to his tone and Greg wonders (and hopes) that he isn't one of the kids his friends beat up the other day.
Then again, he probably wouldn't have brought him a set of clothes if he had.
"Look, if my friends roughed you up a little bit then, I'm sorry."
"Oh, on the contrary, I've never interacted with you or your friends in any way." Mycroft smirks, starting to unravel the tape binding Greg's arms to the railing.
"Right, so you just keep spare clothes in your car in case there's a kid tied naked to a fence?"
"Actually, I saw you before and figured that your friends wouldn't return, so I went home and grabbed some clothes." Mycroft replies awkwardly, a blush colouring his cheeks.
For some reason, Greg finds that utterly adorable and can't keep the goofy smile off his face as he looks at Mycroft properly.
"Thanks." Greg says with a smile, before remembering that he no longer as a bush protecting his dignity and quickly covers himself with his hands.
"I can turn around if you like?" Mycroft asks softly, eyes dropping down to were Greg's hands are before looking back up for confirmation.
"Yeah, um, thanks."
Mycroft nods and quickly turns around as Greg shoves on the jeans and t-shirt, slinging the hoodie over his arm.
"Um, have you got any shoes?" Greg asks awkwardly, looking down at his bare feet.
"Oh, yes. In the car. Come along, Gregory." Mycroft smiles, heading back to his car.
Greg usually hates the use of his full name but coming out of the younger teen's mouth, it sounds nice and kind of sexy.
Greg shakes himself and follows Mycroft to the car.
"I thought you were more of a converse kind of man. Or boots. But I only had converse to spare." Mycroft smiles, handing the shoes over to Greg as he sits himself down in the car.
"Um, thanks. Usually I do wear boots, yeah. But I don't mind converse. They're comfortable enough." Greg smiles gratefully.
"Are you hungry?"
"... Yeah, I could do with something to eat, thanks."
"We'll go to Angelo's then. It's my brother's favourite haunt and the owner gives us free meals." Mycroft replies, looking out of his window.
Greg isn't sure whether to be insulted or grateful. It's not like this is a date or anything.
"Alright." Greg shrugs, pretending not to care either way.
He catches a glimpse of Mycroft's smirk out of the corner of his eye and rolls his eyes, looking back out the window.
"We're here." Mycroft announces, before climbing out of the car without another word.
x..x
"So, what were you doing driving around at one am?" Greg asks, his curiosity having got the better of him as they eat in silence.
"I wanted to go for a drive." Mycroft replies simply, not meeting Greg's gaze.
"Why did you come back for me?"
"Because you needed assistance."
"You could have picked me up first and took me back to yours … No, I mean … So that I didn't have to be out in the cold for hours, not to do anything else." Greg replies awkwardly, looking down and quickly shovelling his food down.
Mycroft actually giggles, only for a few seconds but it makes Greg's heart flutter in his chest.
"We can go back to my room on campus if you like. I don't have any alcohol but I've got DVDs." Mycroft replies softly, giving an awkward smile and Greg finds himself nodding in reply.
x..x
"So, whatcha got?" Greg asks, looking through the collection of DVDs.
"Well, I don't know what you like so ..."
"Wait here, my room's just down the hall. I'll be back in a minute. You like horror or action?" Greg asks with a smile, stopping at the door.
"Well, I like action but I've never really watched horror films."
"Great, I'll be back in a few." Greg grins, running off to his room.
When he returns, Mycroft is dressed in what looks like silk pyjamas and Greg feels slightly under-dressed in his trackie bottoms and loose t-shirt.
"Um, so I got some horror and some action. What do you wanna start with?"
"It's up to you. We can watch horror if you like?" Mycroft smiles, climbing under his bed covers.
"Alright." Greg smiles, popping the DVD in the player.
"What are we watching?" Mycroft asks curiously as Greg flops onto the bed beside him.
"Saw. It's amazing!" Greg grins widely, snuggling down against the pillow.
"So, what's the storyline?" Mycroft asks, his breath hitching a little at the closeness of the older teen.
"Watch and you'll find out." Greg chuckles, nudging Mycroft with his elbow.
Mycroft sighs softly and settles down into the pillows.
x..x
After half an hour, Greg's thirsty for a beer and remembers that he still has some in his room.
"I'm gonna go get a beer, you want one?"
"What? No, you can't leave … You'll miss the film." Mycroft coughs awkwardly, trying to straighten his features to something of consideration rather than fear.
"I've watched it a dozen times before … Wait, are you scared?" Greg asks teasingly, a smirk gracing his features.
"No!" Mycroft snaps, scowling at Greg.
"Aww, is Mikey scared of a little gore? That's adorable." Greg giggles, watching the younger teen.
"I'm not scared! I was just being considerate." Mycroft snaps again, folding his arms across his chest in a small sulk.
"Aww, well, if you're scared I can stay with you? And I could cuddle you to protect you?" Greg teases, giving the same soft expression that you would give a child.
Mycroft rolls his eyes and looks back at the TV. Greg chuckles and climbs back on the bed, pulling Mycroft into his arms.
Despite his previous protests, Greg feels Mycroft relax against him and even shift so his head rests on the older teen's chest with his arms wrapped around him.
Greg smiles softly and snuggles further into the pillows, feeling Mycroft jump slightly at a particularly gruesome point in the film.
x..x
"There we go, see. You got through your first horror film." Greg says teasingly to the teen in his arms.
When Mycroft doesn't reply, Greg shifts slightly so he can see his face before chuckling to himself. The younger teen is currently fast asleep but still clinging to Greg a little.
Greg lays him down properly, pulling the covers from under him and covering his body with them.
Maybe another film won't do any harm. Mikey's asleep now so it's all good. Greg stops his train of thought abruptly, when did he start calling him Mikey? He'd only been with the boy a few hours and he'd already given him a nickname?
"Gregory?" A soft murmur disrupts his thoughts further as he gets off the bed.
He looks back at Mycroft; who's eyes are fluttering between sleep and wakefulness, and all Greg can think about is how adorable he looks.
And how sweet that would be to wake up to every morning. Wait, what?
"Gregory?" The voice is slightly more urgent but still as sleepy.
"Hey, didn't mean to wake you, I was just gonna put on another film." Greg says softly, automatically stroking away a stray curl from Mycroft's forehead.
"Wha' time 's it?" Mycroft asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Four am." Greg replies, checking the clock.
"Mm." Mycroft mumbles, curling up into a ball.
"I can leave if you want?" Greg asks gently, trying not to sound disappointed.
"Or you can stay." Mycroft mumbles, pulling the blanket back a little.
"Okay." Greg says immediately, climbing in bed next to the younger teen.
Greg just about gets comfy when Mycroft rolls over and rests his head on his chest, arm slung over his waist in a lazy manner.
The older teen chuckles again, pressing a kiss to Mycroft's forehead but just as he's about to move his head, Mycroft lifts his and kisses Greg softly; it's a quick chaste kiss but leaves Greg's body humming.