My Love
Chapter 2
The short car ride to his house was torture. Mycroft quickly motioned Greg inside as soon as they reached it, muttering something through the front window to his driver then joining him on the seats. Greg turned to speak to Mycroft as they pulled away but stopped, staring straight ahead.
"What?" He raised his eyebrows at Mycroft, "You were about to ask me something?" Greg shrugged, "I was going to ask how you know where I live, but realised it'd be pointless." His feelings were confirmed by Mycroft's smile, "exactly." Mycroft regarded him for a moment, "You can relax you know." Greg sighed but leaned back against the seats, sinking happily into the plush leather. He didn't realise his eyes had closed until he felt a presence next to him, Mycroft's hand covered his, and his lips touched Greg's neck.
Greg's eyes snapped open, and Mycroft chuckled at his side. "What are you doing?" "Really now, forgotten already?" Greg huffed loudly, "Shut up, can you not wait?" Mycroft simply stared, "Worried about my driver? How sweet of you Greg but believe me, he's seen and heard far worse." Greg frowned, and flumped back against the seat.
Mycroft just hummed under his breath and shuffled right up next to him on the seat. "Mycroft seriously..." Apparently blatantly ignoring people's wishes ran deep in the Holmes family, as his mouth returned to Greg's neck, hand slipping over to his thigh as his lips attached themselves to the sensitive skin below his ear. Greg's hand gripped the seat, legs unconsciously spreading as Mycroft's hand headed upwards. His head fell back against the headrest when Mycroft cupped him through his trousers, an unholy noise left his mouth as Mycroft dragged the zip down on his fly, deft fingers slipping inside and over the thin fabric of his underwear.
The hand that wasn't leaving irremovable dents in the leather flailed around for a moment before settling on Mycroft's shoulder, pushing him back into view. Their eyes met for a moment, Greg's breath hitched as Mycroft's eyes narrowed a fraction and then they were kissing, Greg pushed up against the side of the car as Mycroft leaned over him. Greg opened his mouth to Mycroft's pressing tongue, gasping into the kiss as the button on his trousers gave and Mycroft's hand slid completely around him. "God..." Mycroft smirked against Greg's lips, "Not quite my usual nickname but close enough," Greg growled softly, nudging their mouths together again. Mycroft kissed him deeply, pulling back to stroke his tongue over Greg's lip, "how far away do you live?" Greg laughed breathlessly, "We should be there soon, control yourself." Mycroft sighed horribly, the hand over Greg's crotch gave a concentrated squeeze, Greg's hips twitching in response.
Suddenly Mycroft removed his hand, fastening Greg's trousers up and giving his groin a pat for good measure. Greg's face was a picture of confusion, "I hope for your sake you meant soon, Greg. I'm not exactly accustomed to waiting." That shouldn't have been arousing, but Greg's body throbbed with it all the same.
Thankfully it only took another five minutes of probably not quite legal driving to get them to Greg's modest house. "Go open the door, I'll only be a moment." Greg shrugged and climbed out the car, subtly rearranging himself before heading for his front door. He gave a silent rejoice when he found his keys in his pocket, and had just fumbled them into the lock when Mycroft stepped up behind him, his car pulling off down the street.
Greg had barely got the door shut when Mycroft's hands were back at his hips, spinning him round and holding him up against the wood, lips quickly finding his own. Their mouths parted easily, Greg absently wondering how he'd got so used to this in so little time then Mycroft's knee was pushing between his legs and he gave up on thinking, hands gripping Mycroft's trousers and pulling him closer. They kissed roughly, opened mouthed and panting against each other as Greg all but rubbed off against Mycroft's leg. Mycroft broke the kiss, Greg's whine matching perfectly with the feeling of loss his own body projected to him, gripping Greg's shoulders and holding him still until their eyes met.
"I believe there was something mentioned about a sofa?"
Greg didn't even take the time to think, pushing Mycroft off him before grabbing his arm and tugging him through to the living room, dropping down onto his sofa and reaching for Mycroft to join him, the other quickly settling over him. They stared at each other for a moment, pupils wide due to the muted moonlight being the only light in the room. Mycroft closed the gap between them, lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss as their hands roamed over each other, Mycroft's slipping down Greg's chest as Greg's own took to Mycroft's back. He held himself up as Greg shifted underneath him, a leg dropping from the sofa as he made room for Mycroft to settle between them.
He pulled away from Greg's mouth to pepper kisses along his jaw, dipping under to his neck. Greg smiled, head tilting to offer up more to Mycroft's mouth. "This wasn't exactly what I imagined when I thought of my sofa," he felt Mycroft's delicious chuckle rumble through his neck, "I'm afraid I don't really watch television," Greg shrugged, "You're not missing much." He muttered, hand latching on to Mycroft's head to urge him back for another kiss. Greg took the lead this time, taking the time to explore Mycroft's mouth, he gave an experimental suck on Mycroft's tongue and was rewarded with the man's hips rubbing into his own. Mycroft actually groaned, and pulled back to stare unfocused at Greg. "I don't suppose, err, we could move on to the next thing now?" Greg slouched back on the sofa, "What was that, exactly?" He spoke quietly, raising a hand to Mycroft's face. "I do believe it rather heavily involved your bed." "So it did." "I'd take you there myself but I don't know where it is." Greg smirked, "No cameras in that room then?" "I do afford you some privacy Greg." "I'm still not sure whether you're joking about that." Mycroft merely smiled down at him and Greg shook his head. "Get off me then," Greg waited as Mycroft climbed off the sofa, and stood up heading for the door. He reached behind him for Mycroft's arm, pretending not to notice when he instead grabbed his hand, gripping it tight as he led Mycroft upstairs.
They moved straight into his bedroom, hands staying joined even as Greg closed the door, Mycroft pulling him away from the light switch and into the centre of the room. He loosed Greg's hand only to take hold of Greg's jacket, pushing it down and off his arms, throwing it into the chair in the corner. Greg moved close, arms wrapping around Mycroft's shoulders as he pushed their mouths together. He felt hands at his hips, rubbing them through his shirt before slipping up over his chest, settling at his collar for a moment before setting to work on his buttons. Greg just focused on Mycroft's mouth, pushing and sucking to figure out how Mycroft liked it best. He ran his tongue over Mycroft's encouraging it back into his own mouth then pushing back up against it with his own. Mycroft groaned heavily, fingers fumbling for a moment before he regained his mind, and got Greg's shirt open. He broke from Greg's mouth to kiss again at his neck, fingers now unrestricted by clothing trailed openly over his ribs, stretching round to run over his nipples and draw a sinful whine from Greg's lips. A soft squeeze of his neck brought Mycroft's head back up and he smiled at the look on Greg's face. "Bed?" Greg nodded eagerly, pausing only to pull Mycroft's jacket off and kick off his shoes and socks. Mycroft sat on the edge, removing his own with slightly more care, Greg standing in front of him. One glance up filled his sight with that glorious chest, and Mycroft fell back on the bed, pulling Greg on top of him.
"I know it may seem a little late to ask but, have you done this before?" Greg hid his face, voice quiet as he answered, "course." "University?" "didn't everyone?"
Mycroft smirked, "oh yes, you'll know what you're doing then." Greg frowned down at him, "Christ its been years, I don't have any of that stuff..." Mycroft smiled, "That's okay, honestly that's all okay." Greg still looked unsure, Mycroft reached up, a palm on either side of Greg's head, encouraging him down for another kiss. This one was gentle, a mere pressing together of mouths, lips barely parted as they kissed slowly. Mycroft determined to show Greg it didn't matter what they did, or how they did it. All Mycroft wanted was him.
Greg's chest was too much for Mycroft to resist and his hands soon found their way back to it, sliding up around his waist and up over his back. Greg gasped against his lips as Mycroft softly dragged his nails up over the still unexposed skin. Greg moved from Mycroft's mouth, holding himself up on his knees as he undid Mycroft's waistcoat, letting it fall open as he quickly did the same to his shirt. Greg shifted back on the bed as Mycroft sat up, letting both the waistcoat and shirt fall from his arms and tossing them onto the floor as Greg stripped off his own, leaving it on the bed.
Mycroft pulled Greg close again, leaning up against him as Greg straddled his legs to the bed. Both men gasped as their chests came into contact, "God, Mycroft..." "We've discussed that, Greg." Greg smiled down at him, shifting to press his groin against Mycroft's, grinning wide at the reaction it caused. Mycroft batted his hands at Greg's shoulders, him moving back enough for Mycroft to get his hands to Greg's trousers, once again opening his fly. Greg pushed Mycroft's hands away as he started to push down his trousers, falling beside him on the bed and raising his hips to quickly shove them down. Mycroft helped him free his legs, then ran his hands up them, hands stroking up Greg's thighs then splaying out over his hips as they raised in a not so subtle hint.
"Patience Greg, can't you control yourself?" Greg glared at him, but from his slouched position on the bed, lips red and pupils wide with lust, it wasn't very convincing. "Mycroft...come on," he smiled, hands moving up Greg's chest before backing off, quickly disposing of his own trousers and coming back to Greg in just his underwear. "You know, I don't think I've ever even seen you take your jacket off before now," Mycroft smiled widely, "Why does everyone think I'm such a stiff?" Greg merely raised his eyebrow, and Mycroft laughed, pinning him down by the shoulders and kissing him deeply.
His hands moved down Greg's chest again, fingers dancing along the waistband of his boxers. Greg's hips twitched and Mycroft smirked, pulling them down and leaving Greg lying bare on the bed. Mycroft paused as he made to move back over to him, stopping in his position at the bottom of the bed to simply look at Greg. His eyes scanned up from his feet pushing down in the sheets, legs trembling with the emotions running through him, gaze flashing over the obvious need between Greg's legs, over his stomach, rising and falling hard with his deep breaths, taking in his sweat dampened chest and following the deep red flush that covered his neck, over his puffy parted lips until their eyes locked together. Greg was staring straight at him, an arched eyebrow a sharp contrast to the deep lust blown pupils in his eyes, silently challenging Mycroft and begging him to continue at the same time. Mycroft didn't realise he was biting his lip until he smirked, dropping his eyes for a second before shifting on the bed, crawling close to Greg.
He lay next to him on the bed, pulling Greg's leg up over his own and leaning back until Greg was lying over him. Their mouths met again, Mycroft taking hold of Greg's hips and pulling them down to his own. Greg whined as he was pressed up against the rich fabric of Mycroft's underwear. "You need to get those off," Mycroft smirked, simply raising his hips up into Greg's again. Greg huffed against his lips, "go on then." Greg reluctantly pulled away from Mycroft, quickly stripping him of his underwear and returning to lean over him. Mycroft pulled him back down over him, and the two cried out as their bare skin came in contact for the first time.
"Oh God, Mycroft..." Mycroft shushed him, murmuring soothing nonsense as his hands returned to Greg's hips, he shifted on the bed until Greg was straddling one of his legs, their groins pushed up together. "I don't know what you want me to do?" "Just move, Greg." Greg gave a testing move with his hips and groaned deeply at the sensation it sent through him, with a similar noise escaping Mycroft Greg figured he'd done something right and repeated the action, soon growing more confident and pressing down into each thrust up against Mycroft.
Mycroft shifted beneath him and Greg groaned helplessly as it brought their groins into direct contact. The feeling took Greg over, and his thrusts gained purpose, rubbing up against Mycroft with increasing need. Mycroft stared up at Greg, his eyes tightly shut and body trembling with the effort of holding him up. He moved one hand up to grip at Greg's shoulder, supporting him as he managed to get another down between them, wrapping it around both their cocks and pushing them together. Greg's mouth gaped as his eyes shot open and found Mycroft's still watching him, "Carry on, Greg..." His voice wasn't so steady now, usual calm demeanour taken over by the lust building not so calmly inside him. Greg frowned, stretching out his arms before moving back to his previous rhythm. The added friction provided by Mycroft's hand was delicious and Greg was soon thrusting without care, Mycroft's hips rocking up to meet him every time he pushed down, hand holding keeping them where it delivered the most pleasure possible for the both of them.
Greg wasn't going to last long now, Mycroft could see the strain on his face as he attempted to hold back, the hand on his shoulder slipped over to rest where it met with his neck, thumb stroking softly over the flushed hot skin. "Greg...Greg look at me," his eyes opened, staring deep lidded down at Mycroft, "You're close aren't you, how close Greg?" he moaned, "tell me..." "Ugh, close really...really close, need to." "Do it then, come Greg just let it go," "No. No you need to..." Mycroft smiled, "Believe me, I'm not all that far off myself," his voice shook at the end and Greg bit his lip, a strangled noise slipped past. "Come Greg, do it for me, I want to see you," "I can't..." "come on Greg, just come... You could come in my mouth if you don't want to get it all over me." Greg made a sound that was almost a sob and shook his head, "no, won't last that long..." "come on then, my love, come for me." Greg's head dropped down, and his hips rolled hard against Mycroft's. Three more desperate thrusts and he was coming, hips stuttering as he released between them, Mycroft loosing himself to stroke Greg gently through his orgasm. He ignored the effect Greg's noises had on him, pretending he didn't notice the deep thump his stomach and cock gave in almost unison as his name slipped out on a wasted breath before Greg fell down on top of him. Mycroft gave him a moment, freeing his hand (and wiping it not so discreetly on Greg's sheets,) before running them both up and down his arms. He sighed as Greg's breathing started to slow, and his own arousal became undeniable. He knew it wouldn't take long, felt that delightfully numb feeling creeping in on his senses.
Mycroft rolled them over on the bed, Greg spreading out obscenely beneath him as Mycroft settled over him, rutting hard against Greg as he tried to come back down. It took barely a minute, Greg pushed himself up, pulling Mycroft's head onto his shoulder as his hips snapped against Greg's thigh. He bit into Greg's shoulder as he came and collapsed half on top of him.
After a while, when his breathing was thankfully back under control, Mycroft slipped off of Greg, lying next to him as Greg kicked the sheets free and pulled them up.
Mycroft frowned as he kissed the mark on Greg's neck, "I fear that might leave a bruise." "Good." Greg replied quietly, rolling over on the bed. "I hope everyone sees it, I hope your brother sees it and bloody figures out it was you." Mycroft smiled, "I think the last thing Sherlock needs is more fire against me. Or you, for that matter." Greg smirked, "Well it's no worse then I've seen left by him on John." Mycroft frowned, "Sorry?"
"They're shagging, Mycroft." His face lit up with realisation. "Ah yes, that." "Baker Street's worst kept secret," Greg said through a yawn as he curled up against Mycroft, "Oh err." Mycroft grabbed his hip as he made to shift away, "Its fine Greg."
Greg smiled widely then, pushing himself up against Mycroft and nuzzling into his shoulder. Mycroft just pulled the covers up over them properly, wrapping Greg up in his arms. He stared down at him for a moment, sighing before saying quietly, "you know I may have to go before you wake up?" Greg froze then glanced up at Mycroft, "then wake me up before you leave." Mycroft nodded, kissing Greg deeply before pulling him close, head more on Greg then the pillow as they drifted to sleep.