*Thump*
I could feel the cool wood of the door behind me, his arms, surprisingly strong, surrounding me.
"Myc-"His lips crashed into mine, for only a second. I jerked back in surprise. "Mycroft, what are you doing?" I gasped out, unable to determine whether it was from shock or excitement.
"I thought that was obvious," he responded coolly "I decided that I was going to kiss you, and have just done so." He put his lips against my neck, "problem?" he whispered.
"God" I moaned "Myc-"he dragged his lips down, along my neck and latched them onto my collarbone. Another moan escape my lips as he pushed himself flush with my body.
"Gregory" he gasped against my neck "I want you to take me, right here, right now." My eyes snapped open.
"Mycroft?" I asked "not here, now. We haven't even discussed this. I mean I have no problem fucking your brains out right here in this office, repeatedly. But-"
"Then do it" he begged. I could fell the blood coursing through my veins at his words, rushing to my cock. I could barely breath I was so hard.
"nnGod, Mycroft." I turned away from him, hoping the lack of sight of him would help me relax. "We have to, to…" I sputtered, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips found their way to my shoulder, nosing their way under my shirt and doing completely indecent things. "Ohh god Mycroft," I whimpered. Where did my actually voice go? "Stop, please." He released me immediately.
"I am truly sorry Detective, I have absolutely no idea what came over me just then. I assure you this will never happen again." He turned his back to me, and moved toward his desk to sit down "Please, Mycroft, can you explain what just happened here, 'cause I'm really confused?" I followed him towards the desk. He didn't respond, he simply sat behind his desk and looked down at his hands. "Please, I want to understand."
"There's nothing to understand," he mumbled after a moment "I was carried away by the moment, but the moment has passed" he turned towards me, pupils completely blown out, lips swollen. I couldn't help it.
"God, you are gorgeous" I said, surprising myself. "I never thought I'd see the day I thought a man was beautiful, but you are, none of that handsome shit." My eyes closed, picturing us spending evenings at home on the couch, cuddling. Or him beneath me panting, screaming out my name. "I want to spend hours just looking at you." I said as I opened my eyes. My surprise was nothing compare to the complete shock evident on his face. His mouth was wide open, gaping at me, his brows furrowed together. I smiled at him, stepping closer, so that I was just the other side of his desk. "And you know what?" I asked, when I composed myself. He just kept looking at me his brilliantly blue eyes boring into mine, "I think you want that too." I placed my hands on the edge of the desk and leaned across it. He licked his lips uncertainly. "Ha," I exclaimed, grinning, "I got you."
"Detective…" he faltered, "I am not entirely sure what you mean. What happened just now was a lamentable miss-read of a situation on my part, but will be the only such interaction betwe-"
"What do you mean lamentable? I happen to know that you were enjoying our interaction as much as I was." He made a noise as if to interrupt me, but I pushed through his dissention. "However we were right to stop where it was, for now. I fully intend to have you later." He looked utterly bemused, and truly delicious. Where are these thought coming from? - Who even cares, I was going to act on them over and over again 'till the end of time.
"Please don't speak like that," he whispered "there is no point in continuing what we have just started," I gapped at him openly. He smiled, almost his normal condescending one. "Correct me if I am wrong, but have you left your mouth open to attract flies, detective?"
"Mycroft," I fumed, "There most certainly is a reason for me to snog you, and for us to discuss it, at great length. I want to snog you, I want to fuck you, I want to cuddle with you and make sweet love to you. You can either accept that or I will leave now." I glared at him, daring him to tell me to leave. He stared straight back at me, until…
"I don't understand you Detective."
"You can at least call me Greg, I've had my tongue down your throat."
"I don't understand you, Gregory" No one had called me by my Christian name since I was in primary school. I liked it.
"What do you mean? You're a bloody genius, it's more likely that I wouldn't be able to understand you."
"Gregory, please believe me when I say this" he sighed "what almost happened between us would have been a mistake, one that I would have regretted for an incredibly long time to come. It would have amounted to nothing, and then ruined the relationship we have already. My brother would no longer associate with you, which would be very bad for him. And despite the terrible things he say about me, he is my brother and I care deeply for him"
"Mycroft," I asked "what did you mean the terrible things he say to you? Because whatever they are, he's a lying little shit. You are amazing." I smiled at him, and meant every word. We may not be that close, but no matter what I was doing, I was there the second he called.
"It's nothing Detective," He said with a sigh "My brother uses his acid tongue far too often for it to hold and value to me." And he stood up from the desk, "Now if you don't mind, I have a meeting in a half hour and I need to contact Anthea" He gesture to the door.
"Myc-"
"Please detective"
"It's Greg"
"Please, Gregory, this is a truly important meeting"
"Then why did you call me over right before it, if this" I argued, gesturing to his office, "was important enough for me to come over before your meeting, what was it you wanted to discuss?" He stood there, eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape. I had caught him. "You didn't have a reason, did you?"
"I- I don't know what you mean, Gregory" he stammered back. I stepped towards him.
"You don't have a meeting do you?"
"I-I"
"I thought so." I said triumphantly. "Now you are going to tell me exactly why you called me over today, Mycroft."
"Detect- Gregory" he corrected himself, "this would be so much simpler if you could just let it go."
"Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll have to guess." I stated "So, you called me over here this afternoon, to beg me to fuck you. Am I correct?" Silence. "I'll take that as a yes. And you decided to do this today because of something Sherlock said to you today?" He jerked his head around. "I'm a damn good guesser Mycroft, you should know that by now. So my only question is what did he say to you?"
"The usual."
"What does that entail?"
"He usually asks about my diet, or who I've slept with, implying that I haven't. And then I end up in situations like this."
"So this has happened before?" He looked at me blankly. "I mean you've just called up random people and let them fuck you."
"I usually just go to a bar, find someone good and pissed, they're the only ones who'd be with me anyway." He turned his back to me and sat back down behind his desk. I followed him.
"I'm guessing that's something else your fuck of a brother told you."
"You are incredibly good at guessing, Gregory."
"Well let me tell you something, right here, right now. I don't know if you will believe it or not, but if I say it enough you might come to accept it. You are gorgeous and powerful. You are terrifying and sexy, and I have been incredibly luck just to have helped you these past few years, and I want to continue helping you, as long as you allow me to." I stepped around his desk and leaned in close to him. "Your brother is a liar. You" I kissed his cheek. "Are," I kissed the other. "Perfect," I pressed my lips against his, running my tongue along his lower lip. He moaned and let his jaw go just a fraction more slack. I repeated the action, and at the same time reached for his tie, pulling him harder to my mouth. His mouth fell completely slack, and I thrust into his mouth, hell-bent on tasting every corner of his mouth.
He started making obscene noises. Moaning into my mouth. I couldn't take much more. I pulled back, and he whimpered.
"My God, Mycroft," I gasped. "You truly have no idea what you do to me, do you?" I pushed his chair back and stood in front of him. Moving forward, I straddled him, sliding my legs through the arms of the chair, effectively locking us together. I ground my crotch against his, pushing my flaming erection against his. "Now you know, this is what you do to me."
"Oh, God, Gregory" he panted into my chest. "We- I- mpppf" I reached for the buttons on his ridiculous waist coat, practically ripping them off in my haste to get my mouth on his chest. I pulled the tie off and threw it across the room.
"So many fucking buttons" I barked, and proceeded to rip the shirt over his head. "Finally." I moaned, running my hands down his chest. I kissed and sucked my way from his Adams apple to his navel. He worked his hands up to my shoulders, pushing my back away from him. He tore my t-shirt off in a matter of seconds, at the same time sliding me off of his lap and onto the desk. He groped for the belt on my jeans, undoing it in an instant. He shoved them to the ground along with my pants. I was stark naked, lying on my back, in the office of the British Government.
"Ahhhoohh" I screamed, Mycroft had swallowed my cock in one go. "Oh God, Oh god, Mycroft" He pulled away. He rummaged in one of the drawers, and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"Please, Gregory, Fuck me" I looked down at him, straining against his trousers. I yanked his trousers down to his ankles, and took the lube from him. I forced him to take my place on the desk, but hesitated. "Greg, just do it now, I need you." I slicked my fingers up and slid two of them into his arse, pushing up towards his prostate. "Please, stop teasing, I need you" I pulled out and had him turn over on the desk, His arse splayed out in the air.
I grabbed his hips and slowly guided my hips into him. I'm fucking the British government. I'm making love to Mycroft Holmes. We moved together, it was perfect. I'd been with plenty of men and women, but I had never been emotionally close to them during intercourse, I had been getting off with another person, instead of with mysel- "Ahhhoohh" Mycroft thrust back onto my cock, his movements erratic. I stretched my arm around him and began stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts.
"Greg, I'm coming." He cried out and moments later he did all over his stomach and his desk. He clenched around me, so tight I could barely thrust. Two more half thrusts and I was coming, deep in his arse.
I pulled out.
"My God, Mycroft" I panted, "That was amazing" I looked into his bright blue eyes, now filled with a lust heavy daze, as he stood up. He looked tired, I felt tired. Slowly I gathered our clothing from the floor. I came back to the desk. Mycroft was cleaner, and back in his trousers. I handed him his shirt and waistcoat, both a little worse for wear. He slipped into them as I did the same with my own.
"I've called my driver," he said quietly "he will be here in a few moments to take you home."
"I hope you meant us home, 'cause I fully intend to stay at yours tonight."
"Gregory," he sighed "I have to work"
"No, no you don't," I said "we'll tell Anthea on the way out that we are going home to sleep." He looked up at me.
"Yours or mine?"
"Who has the bigger shower?" I smirked.
"Mine it is."
