It had been a long, average, and boringly typical day for Mycroft. Most of his day was spent in his office, reading and signing various pieces of papers about this or that. Not that he didn't love his job, he held so much power over the country and got to make important decisions about things, it still got rather boring at times. Today was just one of those days, but Mycroft feels as if he has been having many of 'those days' lately. Maybe he just needs something to spice up his life a bit. So after work Mycroft went home and got into some casual clothes, blue jeans and a grey v-neck t-shirt, and decided to head out for a bit.
He decided to go to his favorite place to unwind, a fairly good sized bar downtown, mostly gay men went there but still quite a few straight men and women came aswell, it was an 'all orientation' bar as Mycroft liked to call it, especially when his younger brother, Sherlock, pestered him about it for hours on end. He will admit, he has picked up a couple one night stands there before with a few strange men. But it was worth the good time. His family and friends knew and accepted the fact that Mycroft and Sherlock were both gay. But Mummy still loved them and Mycroft had his job still so everything was alright. Even Sherlock had a boyfriend, John Watson, some army doctor, they shared a mutual friend who introduced them and they hit it off right away. They are actually due to be married in less than a month. Now if only Mycroft could find someone.
But now was the time to forget about it all and have a good time, maybe find someone to fool around with for the night to take his mind off everything. But what the night turned into was not at all was Mycroft had expected. He was sitting at the bar having drink, someone sat down next to him, he didn't pay much attention though. Suddenly a voice asked, "Could I buy you a drink?". Mycroft knew that voice, who it was, he thought as he turned to see who was flirting with him. When he turned he was incredibly surprised to see DI Greg Lestrade looking quite suave with his silver hair and tanned face.
Greg looked incredibly surprised as well, "Mycroft! God I- What are you doing at a place like this?!" The detective looked as if it was a ridiculous thought that Mycroft Holmes would be at a bar.
"My dear Lestrade, I am here, having a drink and trying to find a conversation." Mycroft said coolly.
"Well in that case, let me buy you a drink?" Greg had the sweetest, most innocent voice Mycroft noticed to himself.
"Gregory, are you flirting with me?" Mycroft wasn't exactly the smoothest player.
"Well I suppose I am, I mean, how can I resist talking to such a fine looking man? And please, call me Greg." Again, that damn smile was killing Mycroft. He could already feel himself starting to get hard under the cover of his denim. Mycroft had never pegged Greg to be gay but yet here he is, basically offering himself to Mycroft, it was a dream come true. Mycroft had always had a crush of the DI, but how could anyone not? He was as charming as could be, caring and in Mycroft's opinion, rather damn sexy. So Mycroft accepted the offer for a drink in return for a dance later on with Greg, who happily accepted the deal. So they sat at the bar drinking and talking for half an hour. After Mycroft had a couple of drinks in him, but not too many as to make him loose his wits, he waited for a good song and then took Greg by the hand and lend him to the floor.
Greg wasn't so sure about the whole dancing thing, because he didn't want to look like a fool in front of the man he loves. But he had to admit, Mycroft totally let go, so Greg decided "What the hell" He thought to himself, grabbed Mycroft's hands and they danced together, it wasn't a slow song, nor a fast upbeat one so Greg simply placed his hands on Mycroft's waist, Mycroft smiled at this and put his own hands on Greg's shoulders, and they just moved together, in perfect unison. After getting comfortable touching each other like this Greg slowly moved his hands a little farther down to Mycroft's hips, who smiled even more at that and pulled Greg a little closer as the song came to an end. They slowly moved closer and closer together until their bodies where almost pressed together. Mycroft stared into Greg's perfect brown eyes and Greg smiled at him. Mycroft had never felt so happy in someone else's touch as he did now in this magical moment.
The next song was a fast, dance song and the dance floor suddenly got packed with writing bodies and everyone was dancing crazily and the music was pumping. Mycroft wasn't sure at first but Greg grabbed him and pulled him close and put his hands strongly on Mycroft's hips,
"Just let go. Tonight you aren't Mycroft Holmes, government office worker. Tonight you are Mycroft, my Mycroft, and you are gonna dance and have fun." Greg whispered in his ear, Mycroft relished the feeling of Greg's breathe on his skin and missed it when he pulled away. So Mycroft smirked, and put his hands on Greg's and removed them from his hips, turned Gregory around and pulled him into his own body. That made Greg laugh out loud and he ground his rear into Mycroft, who pushed against his partner. After a bit you wouldn't have been able to pick them out in the crowd as they were both dancing and grinding against the other. Mycroft had never danced like, well a whore, ever before, but here with Greg, he didn't care who was watching.
At three in the morning the pair where slow dancing with the rest of that evenings couples, Gregs hands had returned to Mycroft's hip bones and Mycroft had his arms wrapped around Greg's neck.
"This night has been pure bliss Gregory" Mycroft whispered.
"Whatta say we get out of here Mycroft?" Greg smirked like the devil.
"Please let's"