Mycroft place was astounding, I couldn't stop reeling I can only describe it as one bloody massive town house in the borough of Islington. He smiled reassuringly at me as we pulled up in the graveled drive and invited me inside. We sat and discussed nothing in particular and I suddenly felt like nothing else in my weird life would go wrong ever again, and then I realized Mycroft had spoken to me directly and I had fazed out a little "Would you like a drink, Detective Inspector?" I winced at the fact Mycroft was still calling me by my job title and said "Yes, I'd like that but perhaps we could call each other by first name as, I think we've left a formal environment..." Mycroft nodded in totally understanding and agreed "OK, Gregory that is fine. What do you say about Cherry brandy?
We drank and talked and later Mycroft lit the huge fire in the main room... I must have gotten really drunk on the brandy because I don't remember anything else after that ... I found myself drowsily awakening in a four poster. I was shocked... "Shit, please don't tell me I slept with Mycroft Holmes when I was drunk!" a voice came closer from the corridor "Yes Gregory you fell asleep, by the fire so I put you in the spare room but you haven't slept with me..." Mycroft emerged with glass of water and a cup of tea. He was in his pyjamas with his dark gingery hair tousled with sleep. My boxers grew a little to tight for comfort and eventually gave away my feelings through the duvet, "Mycroft?..." I squeaked, my voice tinged with arousal. He shushed me putting the drinks on the the bedside table, as if I were a child with his first ever erection and said seductively "...Would you like to Gregory?, I haven't got to be present at work for a couple of hours yet."
I took the kneeling position on the mattress. Mycroft Holmes sure knew what to do in every situation. His deft hands slipped into my Lonsdale boxers and encouraged my raging erection with care. and then he let me kiss him passionately until l I had almost reached climax. I confidently smiled, wrapping my hand around my penis, as my release came charging through me making me moan in pleasure. He panted like a cheetah as he too reached release moments after I had. Hot and sticky we burst into a fit of laughter, and he brushed my hair adoringly as I flopped on to the the pillows and whispered "You are pretty amazing for your first time aren't you Gregory..." I gasped in exhaustion "Yes, well if you think so Mycroft..."
He handed me the glass of water from the bedside table and I thirstily drank in great, loud gulps. He glanced at the ornate clock on the dresser and sipped his tea thoughtfully then, after he had finished the last drop in his cup he began to dress humming "Ode to Joy" as he pulled on pristine starched, white socks and suspenders, a pair of neatly folded Flint & Tinder boxers and then he slipped into his usual block colour shirts and Ted Baker three piece suit. He stopped to smile and then asked me "What cuff links do you think go with my shirt?" I stuttered as I realized he'd known all this time that I had been watching him dress.
"I'm not really sure Mycroft, I don't own any shirts that don't have buttons... but the ones you wore yesterday looked fine with your outfit." Mycroft smiled warmly as if the happiness I had given him in that sentence was going to heat him up all day.