Misbehave
"Inspector Lestrade." Mycroft greets professionally, holding a hand out to shake.
"Ah, Mr Holmes. Would you like a drink?" The older man smiles, shaking Mycroft's hand.
"Mycroft, please. And I'll have an orange juice, please. I only drink at home." Mycroft smiles back, but only briefly.
"Just have an alcoholic one, would ya? I won't tell no one. And it's Greg or Lestrade."
"Gregory, as much as I don't doubt you will tell anyone but I'm here strictly on business."
"What can I get you boys?" The young blonde waitress asks them cheerfully.
"Two scotches, please, love." Greg grins and gives her a wink.
"Gregory." Mycroft warns, giving Greg one of his signature glares.
"Relax. Have a bit of fun. I'm sure the world won't fall apart just because you're having a few drinks." Greg grins at the younger man and even gives him a wink too.
"A few drinks? I believe I asked for an orange juice." Mycroft replies, still glaring at the older man.
"And I ordered you a whiskey. You like whiskey, right? I asked your assistant, Anthea? I think that's her name."
"Why would you do that?"
"I wanted to talk with you."
"And my office wouldn't have been appropriate?"
"I thought neutral territory, really? And besides, from what I've heard, I thought you might have wanted to get out of the office."
"Anthea told you that much?"
"I have my ways of getting information out of a gorgeous young woman."
"What did you tell her?"
"That I was your secret husband." Greg grins wickedly, sipping his scotch.
"... What?" Mycroft splutters on his drink.
"I told her I was interested, ya daft git. As if you believed that." Greg chuckles sweetly.
"Of course." Mycroft replies, blushing into his drink.
Greg continues to chuckle softly.
"So you're interested in me, are you?" Mycroft says suddenly.
"Um, well, yeah." Greg replies and this time it's his turn to blush.
"Why?"
"I … honestly, don't know."
"That is interesting." Mycroft actually grins back at the older man.
x..x
Three hours later and Mycroft is on his twelfth glass of scotch with Greg Lestrade.
"Wow, you got strong stomach." Greg slurs, gesturing at Mycroft.
"Very, Gregory." Mycroft grins.
Truth be told though, Mycroft's brain is feeling a little fuzzy but he won't let the very drunk silver fox know that.
Silver fox? Where did that thought come from? Although, he is very handsome for his age. Mycroft thinks as he looks at the older man; he's talking about something but Mycroft isn't really listening.
"Oi, Myc. You there?" The older man interrupts Mycroft's train of thought.
"Well, obviously." Mycroft replies with a slight smile.
"Don't mean physic'lly, mean lit'ry." Greg continues to slur, a lop-sided grin appearing on his face.
Wow, he actually looks younger with that dopey little lop-sided grin. Mycroft involuntarily smiles at the thought, causing Greg to give him a look.
"What's got ya smilin'?"
"Just a thought."
"Speaking ov thoughts. Wanna get outta here?" Greg smiles again, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, Gregory."
"Afraid you might hav' fun?" Greg replies and the lop-sided grin appears again.
For some reason, Mycroft loves that daft bloody lop-sided grin and realises that he can't necking his drink and offering a hand to Greg.
"That's more like it." Greg grins, swigging his drink and grabbing Mycroft's hand.
The older man allows himself to be pulled out of the pub and even allows himself to be pinned to the car by the younger man. The action even surprises Mycroft as he's not done something as spontaneous since he was fifteen.
"Sumone's got brave." Greg slurs with a smile.
"Let's blame it on the alcohol, shall we?" Mycroft smiles.
"And there was me thinkin' ya fancied me." Greg grins back at the younger man.
"Depends on how you feel, Gregory." Mycroft replies softly, looking Greg in the eyes.
"Thought that was obvious. Pretty sure I'v bin droppin' hints all night."
"Well then ..." Mycroft replies with a smile, leaning in to kiss Greg.
The kiss is slow and experimental but it's nice. Warm lips pressing against slightly colder ones, two different shaped mouths moving together and soft moans exchanged between the two men.
"In the car." Greg breathes into Mycroft's lips, feeling light headed.
Mycroft pulls Greg away from the car and is about to open the front door when the older man places his hand on the door handle of the back door, giving a little cough.
"Oh. Oh!" Mycroft replies, blushing bright red.
"Shall we?" Greg smiles suggestively.
"Indeed." Mycroft smiles back, climbing into the back of the car when Greg opens it.
Mycroft lies down in the back seat of his car as Greg crawls on to of him, closing the door behind him. He presses his lips to the younger man's softly, running his hands up his chest as the younger man moans softly into his lips.
Mycroft opens his mouth and allows Greg to slip his tongue into his mouth; exploring it thoroughly. Mycroft moans louder, copying Greg's actions and even biting the older man's bottom lip softly.
"I haven't done anything like this since I was fifteen." Mycroft admits softly, blushing a little.
"Me either. I never kissed my wife in car, let alone made out in the back." Greg replies with his little lop-sided grin, his speech slightly less slurred and tipsy than before.
Mycroft smiles softly to himself, cocking his head a little to look at Greg from a different angle.
"What ya keep smiling at?" Greg asks softly.
Mycroft blushes before whispering, "That dopey lop-sided grin of yours is … adorable."
Greg smiles downwards before replying, "Really?"
"Yes. In fact, I think I keep trying to make you smile to see if you'll do it."
"Well, I'll see if I can comply to your request then." Greg replies, purposely putting on his lop-sided grin again.
"Just kiss me, Gregory." Mycroft replies with his own seductive smile.
"With pleasure." Greg smiles and leans down to kiss the younger man again.
This time, he nibbles on his bottom lip, bringing out a delicious moan from the younger man that sends electricity straight to his groin.
Greg unconsciously rubs up against Mycroft and discovers that he's sporting a hard-on too, which causes him to moan into Mycroft's mouth.
"Mmm, Gregory." Mycroft moans loudly, tipping his head back.
Greg loosens Mycroft's tie and unbuttons his shirt so he can lick from the younger man's collarbones up his neck and meet his lips in a passionate kiss.
Mycroft moans again, moving his hips slightly to rub against Greg's erection and causing the older man to moan as well.
"So, is this going to be a regular occurrence then?" Greg asks, pulling away from Mycroft's lips a little.
"If you want it to be." Mycroft replies awkwardly.
"You should know, I don't have friends with benefits. I'm more of the romantic type. If you can't offer me that then I understand." Greg replies honestly, his eyes soft and gentle.
"I'd offer you anything as long you'll keep smiling like that at me." Mycroft smiles softly, before looking down and blushing bright red.
"Someone's definitely had too much to drink. I doubt you'd be this honest if I hadn't got alcohol down your throat. Although, keep talking like that and I might just accept." Greg grins back, trying to keep the mood light in case Mycroft wants to back out.
"I think I'd very much like that, Gregory. I enjoy spending time with you and it's only been a few hours. I don't know what's going on."
"Hey. It's okay, I can help you through this. If you want me to?"
"Definitely. So, could we make something work? Or do you think I'm too … high maintenance."
"I have a habit for getting involved with high maintenance people. Besides, we both have hectic schedules so it shouldn't piss you off like it did my wife."
"True. But my schedule seems to be more hectic."
"I could live with that." Greg smiles softly, pecking a kiss on Mycroft's lips.
"So could I." Mycroft agrees, cupping Greg's cheek.