My best friend's brother

Chapter one: fashionably late (by falling in reverse)

Pairing: mystarde

Side pairings: mentions of Johnlock

Description: (teenlock) Greg and Sherlock have always been very good friends, Greg soon develops a crush on his best friends brother.

Disclaimer: I own nothing obviously


Greg Lestrade is sixteen years old, he is on his on his school football team meaning he had the pick of the girls in his school but when he refused to date any of them his team his team was quite confused, he was only interested in one person his best friends brother.

Sherlock Holmes ran through the double door of the Holmes manor

"Come on Greg!"

He shouted clinging to his school bag, his uniform dirty with stains.

"Hold on Sherlock!"

He ran after him, his bag broke spilling books all over the marble floor.

"Sherlock! Wait up my bag broke! He called upstairs after his best friend.

He reached out beginning to pick up his books when a slender pale hand came over his, he pulled back quickly looking up to see Mycroft Holmes tall beautiful sexy Mycroft Holmes.

"I believe this is yours"

His posh elegant voice washing over him he took the book smiling at Mycroft.

"Thanks, stupid bag keeps breaking" he blushed holding his books.

"Maybe you should get a new one then" he suggested getting up from the floor and brushing himself up.

"y-yeah that would be smart of me" he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.

"Hey Mycroft are you fre-"

"GREG COMES ON!" Sherlock shouted walking downstairs

"I err got go" Mycroft looked baffled and confused as Greg walked upstairs stopping in the middle of the stairs where Sherlock was stood.

"Mycroft don't you have some cake to go eat?" Sherlock asked bitterly

Mycroft rolled his eyes and walked back into the library, Greg watched as Mycroft walking away bitting his lip.

"Stop leering over my brother" Sherlock groaned walking upstairs "I wasn't!" the brunette mumbled hurrying after him.

"I saw you!"

"And I saw you looking at John Watson's arse when we were getting changed for P.E" he snickered

Sherlock scowled and blushed "did not!"

"Did too! You know if you actually talked to him you might become friends or more seen as you want him to stick his cock in your-"

He was interrupted by knock on his friend's door he blushed brightly when Mycroft entered

"You left this downstairs" Mycroft handed him a history book

"t-thanks" he put the book in the pile with the other books on Sherlock's bed.

"are you staying for dinner?" he questioned

"Em…no mum wants me to come home" he said sadly he'd give anything to spend more time with Mycroft.

"I'll tell mother" he said walking out of the room, Greg bit his lip nervously before jumping up, Sherlock looked at him confused, he hurried after Mycroft catching him by the arm, he turned back to look at him

"Oh Gregory, can I help you…?"

"I em I was wondering if you could tutor me?" he asked nervously

He smiled slightly at this "of course is this weekend good?"

Greg smiled happily at this, he was finally spending time with Mycroft, no Sherlock to sneer at him for leering at Mycroft, he'd get to talk to him, all he really knew about him was that he had auburn hair, icy blue eyes, he was smart, elegant and posh but that wasn't the real Mycroft no Greg knew that, he had seen small glances at the real Mycroft before he cut Greg off and went back to the fake persona he kept on.

"Perfect"