Who's Afraid Of The Dark
Chapter Three: A New Experience
AN: The after-math of the night before. More Mystrade fluff ;) xxxxx
"Oh god, what happened last night?" A very hung-over Inspector askes as bright sunlight shines through the window and practically blinds him.
"You're awake. I made you breakfast and very strong coffee." Mycroft sounds surprised as he re-enters the bedroom, dressed all smartly as usual.
"Mycroft … hi. What happened?"
"You got very drunk and I brought you home."
"And then?"
"You fell asleep, nothing else." Despite the fluidity of the words, Mycroft looks shifty and Lestrade notices it straight away.
"What did I tell you?"
"I don't know what you mean, Inspector."
"Mycroft, you're a very clever man, stupidity doesn't suit you."
"Well, I can't disagree with you on that point. Well, if you must know, you told me what happened to you the night you were undercover."
Lestrade groans and turns away from Mycroft, afraid of what he might think of him.
"What else happened?"
Mycroft falls silent and places the tray of breakfast down on the table. He just stands there, hoping that Lestrade will change the subject.
The problem with Mycroft is that he's never been good with feelings and because of that, he's never really broached the subject of his own sexuality. What he felt last night was new and he was totally unprepared for what it might mean.
"Mycroft?"
"You … kissed me."
"What?!" Greg sounds horrified and practically falls off the bed with the force of spinning round so fast.
Mycroft catches him and shuffles him further along the bed so he can sit next to him.
"God, Mycroft, I'm sorry."
"It's perfectly okay. You were drunk, understandable."
"I know but now, thinking about it, I want to do it again." Greg whispers, looking down at his duvet.
"You do?"
"Yeah, sorry, that probably makes you feel uncomfortable. I know that you don't understand feelings and emotional attachments."
"I do understand them; I just don't exploit them in the form of relationships."
"Oh. That's fine."
"But since we kissed last night, I have felt something and I'd like to know what it is." Mycroft replies, looking at the wall in an attempt to find a distraction.
"Really?" Greg sounds almost excited at Mycroft's reply.
"Yes."
"Mm, okay then, so … should we?"
"I don't think we should plan our next kiss, it would make more sense to just let it happen."
"… Yeah, you're right."
"You seem disappointed, Greg."
"No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Okay, I'll leave you to get dressed and eat then."
"You can stay if you want; you obviously saw my scars so there's nothing left to hide."
"Well …"
"Of course."
"I'll be in the living room."
"Okay."
Twenty minutes later, Lestrade comes out of the bedroom wearing jeans and a loose t-shirt.
"You look different. Not your usual attire for work."
"You noticed?"
"Well, I am a sociopath, and a genius. I notice everything."
"Good, then you should notice, you're not wearing you tie."
Mycroft looks down at his neck and realises that Lestrade is correct. When he looks back at Lestrade, he's holding his tie in his hand with a seductive smile on his face.
"You've stolen my tie?"
"I think it's time you learnt something about your sexuality, Mr Holmes."
Greg walks up to Mycroft and leans in close.
Mycroft's heart noticeably skips a beat and he tries to keep his expression neutral but the look in Lestrade's eyes is hard to avoid. Lestrade's hands move to put Mycroft's tie on, slow and seductive as Mycroft's resolve wears thin.
As he's about to tie the tie, he kisses Mycroft, still keeping up his slow pace and he knows it's sending Mycroft's senses into overdrive. Mycroft gives into his natural instincts and as Lestrade's hand gets to his chest, he grabs it and uses his size to throw Lestrade onto the couch he's sitting on.
"How's that for you?"
"Progressing very quickly, I see, Mr Holmes."
"That's not what you were calling me last night, as I recall. I believe 'Mikey' was your favourite name for me."
"I really did that? I thought I imagined that bit."
"Let's not forget, I remember everything."
"Well, that sounds interesting." Greg replies, pulling Mycroft down for another kiss.
Again, Mycroft takes in everything about the kiss; his lips are still chapped but softer from lip balm and warm from the shower, there's also a taste of coffee and that firm determination is back. Clearly, it wasn't just the drink talking last night and that this is obviously what Greg has been wanting for a while.
"Shall we take this back to the bedroom?" Greg asks with a sly smile, getting up and walking towards his room.
"Well …" Mycroft is interrupted by his phone ringing and he quickly picks it up.
Greg's smile falters but he continues to the bedroom anyway.
"Hello."
"Hi, Mycroft, it's John. Sherlock's being, well Sherlock. Can you come and help please?"
"What exactly is the matter?"
John notes that Mycroft already sounds irritated before even knowing what Sherlock's doing.
"Well, he's bored and he's decided to shoot the wall again."
"Is that all?" Mycroft growls; there's a hot guy waiting for him in bed and Sherlock's antics are stopping him from enjoying that.
"Well, it's just …"
"Deal with it, John!" Mycroft shouts before hanging up the phone.
"Let me guess, Sherlock? You have to go, don't you?"
"No, John can more than deal with Sherlock. He manages just fine on a daily basis."
"So, off duty then?"
"Just for you, Inspector."
"Then get over here."
"With pleasure." Mycroft replies, pulling off his tie, jacket and shoes; abandoning them on the floor.
Greg pulls him onto the bed, showing Mycroft just how strong he is and also how much he's wanted this.
AN: I know it's a little short but there will be more. I just have a lot of stories in the works atm, so I'm trying to do college work and update all my stories. But please be patient :) xxxxxx