I hope you all like this story! I really enjoyed writing the first chapter. Writing Mystrade was waaayyy easier that writing Sherlock/John stuff. Enjoy! Reviews appreciated!
Greg hailed a cab for he and Mycroft to take them back to his flat. On the ride Mycroft was giddy with lust and joy, the two hadn't kissed yet but just held hands or put their hands on the others leg or arm. When they arrived at Greg's flat, after was seemed like a ride of eternity to Greg, he paid the cabbie and took Mycroft's hand in his own and lead him to the door, opened it and pulled his love in. Greg hardly closed the door before Mycroft had him pinned to the wall next to the door. Their lips still haven't met yet, Mycroft was studying Greg, every little thing about him.
"You sure you want this Gregory?" Mycroft said, a little teasingly.
"Fuck yes" Greg grabbed the back of Mycroft's neck and pulled him into a heated, passionate kiss. The kiss quickly became needy and rushed. Mycroft's tongue explored every part of Greg's mouth and Greg pulled Mycroft as close as he could, both feeling the others hardness through the pairs of jeans. When Mycroft was done with Greg's mouth he moved down to his neck, nipping and licking his way down the length of the detectives jaw line and neck, down to his collar bone.
"God- Mycroft." Greg gasped, "You're fucking amazing. You seem to have a lot of experience with thi-" Greg's sentence was ended when Mycroft returned his attention back to the shorter man's mouth. This time Mycroft reached his hand down and cupped Greg in his hand and pushed gently into the hardness. Still in the fevered kiss Greg put his hands on Mycroft's chest and pushed him away with a look of pure lust in his eyes that made Mycroft's erection throb. He tried to look hurt for being pushed away. But Greg took his hand, leaned into Mycroft's ear a whispered,
"Why don't we take this into the bedroom" In a deep, extremely arousing voice. All Mycroft could do was nod and resist the urge to strip them both there and take Greg on the stair case.
The two men rushed up the stairs giggling and holding hands. Once they got to the top in the upstairs hallway Mycroft pulled Greg into another hot kiss. This time Greg took control and lifted Mycroft into his arms, a rather surprised Mycroft that is, and carried him into the bedroom. When they arrived at their destination, Greg carefully set Mycroft back on his feet, grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, hard. While their tongues where occupied their hands where feverishly busy, Mycroft's scratching at the side of Greg's shirt, and Greg's hand pulling Mycroft's coat off his arms. They were both kicking shoes off and trying not to break to kiss. When Greg got the coat off of Mycroft, Mycroft pulled his lovers shirt over his head, and admired Greg's bare, tanned and toned chest, running his hands up Lestrade's chest to his neck and trapping in back into another kiss. This one was more cautious, not as fevered as the last ones. Now Greg was focused on Mycroft's belt and pants, which he skillfully unbuckled and slid the denim down in mere seconds. Releasing Mycroft's painful erection from the confines of the jeans. While the DI was busy with his trousers, Mycroft swiftly pulled off his shirt. Leaving the pair of them in only the boxers.
"Damn, you look so sexy" Greg half growled as he all but pounced at Mycroft, pushing him to lay on his back on the bed. Greg crawled up on top of him, planted a small kiss on Mycroft's lips and continued to place soft kisses down his neck, chest and stomach until he reached the waist band of Mycroft's boxers. When he stopped he looked up at his beauty.
"You sure you're ok with this My?" Gregory asked.
The new nickname made Mycroft blush. "Yes love, I'm sure".
That was all Greg needed, he grabbed the waist band in his teeth and slowly pulled Mycroft's boxers off and threw them off the bed. Licking his lips looking at Mycroft's cock Greg smirked and proceeded to take Mycroft into his mouth. Slowly licking his length and twirling his tongue around the tip. Mycroft moaned and his arms thrashed, searching for something. One hand settled on the head board and the other in Greg's hair. As Greg took him deeper into his mouth Mycroft was ready to come but held back for now.
"God Lestrade, fuck me. Need. You. Fuck" Mycroft's words came in gasps. With that, the detective slowly released Mycroft from his mouth and pulled himself up to kiss his lover. After a quick but deep kiss, Greg reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out some lube and a condom. With one quick movement he removed his own boxers. When he returned to Mycroft he poured a little of the cool gel onto his hands and coated his fingers. With that he spread Mycroft's legs and entered a first finger.
"My darling, you're already nice and stretched out for me." Greg praised.
"Yes well I, erm, have had some experience in the field" Mycroft hesitated to tell his detective.
At that Greg removed his fingers, slipped into a condom and entered Mycroft. He tried to keep his thrusts even but they were both too close to the edge. In just a few minutes they were both coming together, moaning, grunting and saying the others name. After Greg came down from his high he collapsed onto Mycroft, ignoring the sticky seed on their stomachs. He caught his breath and kissed Mycroft, a true, long perfect kiss.
"Thank you Gregory. Thank you" Mycroft whispered into his lovely's ear.
"Be right back" Greg jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. He returned cum free and with a wet towel and continued to wipe off Mycroft. Throwing the towel on the floor, Greg climbed in under the covers with Mycroft. He wrapped his arms around the Holmes brother and inhaled, taking in the scent of Mycroft. Not long before they both drifted into a blissful sleep.
