Author's Note: So Sorry for the late upload by my internet decided it wanted to go on a hiatus. So forgive me but I'll be uploading three chapters to make up for it. Cheers.
{IBegToDreamAndDiffer}
Chapter Three: A Little Grab
Greg woke up in Mycroft Holmes' bed. They hadn't slept together... yet. Greg had his arms around Mycroft and he smiled happily, nuzzling his face into Mycroft's neck. Mycroft turned and smiled at Greg. His bottom lip was bruised, two thin cuts just beneath it. You could tell someone had bit him if you looked close enough.
'Sorry,' Greg said.
Mycroft chuckled. 'That's quite all right.' He leaned forward and they kissed each other softly.
Greg moaned softly and pressed his body against Mycroft's.
'Er, Gregory?'
'Mm?'
'What do we do?'
'What do you mean?'
Mycroft pulled back so he could look at Greg. 'I don't want this to be a one time thing. I... I like you.'
Greg smiled. 'I'm glad, 'cause I like you too.'
'Good,' Mycroft said. 'Um... I don't... how do we...?'
'Sex?' Greg asked and Mycroft nodded. 'Well, I'm not personally familiar with it but, well, you know... we... um, that is two men... crap...'
Mycroft chuckled. 'I suppose we could just continue and see where it goes?'
'That sounds good,' Greg said. 'We'll just... try things, together, and see where we end up.'
Mycroft smiled and leaned forward so they could kiss. And then he was pulling back again.
'What?'
Mycroft sighed. 'Your wife...'
Greg's chest fell slightly. Here he was, lying in bed with another man (Mycroft Bloody Holmes) and he had a wife at home.
'She cheated on me first,' he mumbled.
'Two wrongs don't make a right, love.'
Greg smiled at Mycroft's sudden pet name. 'I know that. I guess I have to talk to her.'
Mycroft nodded and kissed Greg's jaw lightly. Greg squirmed beneath the sheets.
'I guess not right now,' he managed to gasp.
Mycroft was suddenly sitting on Greg, his erection pressing through silk pyjamas.
'Here we are again,' Greg chuckled.
'Yes,' Mycroft smiled and leaned down to kiss him. 'But I want to try something.'
'And that would be?'
Quick as lightning, Mycroft had slid down so he was sitting with Greg's feet pressing into his arse. With nimble fingers he pulled down Greg's pyjama pants.
'Shit!' Greg gasped as he was suddenly half naked. His erection stood tall and Mycroft shifted back up, grabbing it with slim hands.
'What–' Greg gasped as Mycroft started stroking him, '–what are you doing?'
'I believe I'm giving you a blow job,' Mycroft smirked.
'That would involve your mou– Jesus!' he shouted when Mycroft wrapped his lips around his cock. He moaned as Mycroft began sucking, his tongue licking at Greg's shaft. He took him completely, cupping Greg's balls as he did.
'Oh God!' Greg moaned, his fingers twisting into the sheets. He bucked up and Mycroft sucked harder, his teeth grazing along Greg's shaft.
Greg whimpered as Mycroft's right hand snaked up to rub at his stomach, his thighs, his nipples. Greg's body began to spasm as an orgasm threatened to overtake.
He was fast becoming undone. Mycroft was very good and moved quickly; sucking, licking, kissing, grazing...
'M-Mycroft,' he groaned. 'I'm... coming!'
And he did, his cock shuddering in Mycroft's mouth. Mycroft pulled back, gasping and spitting, as come spewed from Greg's cock. He continued to stroke Greg's shaft, milking the climax from him.
Greg was panting heavily, his eyes closed. Mycroft slipped off his sudden lover and went to wash his mouth out. He returned to clean Greg up and fell back onto the bed.
Greg pulled his pants up and asked, 'What the hell was that?'
Mycroft smirked. 'I didn't exactly hear you saying stop.'
Greg smiled. 'I... that was very good.'
'Yes, I thought you might like it.'
'You've never done that before?'
'No,' Mycroft admitted. 'But while you were sleeping this morning I... um, had a look on the... the internet.'
If Greg were capable of an erection at that moment he would have been hard in seconds. The thought of Mycroft watching porn was seriously hot.
'Well, you're a fast learner,' Greg commented.
'I aim to please,' Mycroft smirked.
'Do... do you want me to?' Greg asked, gesturing to the bulge in Mycroft's front.
'You don't have to,' Mycroft said. 'I... we can try that another time...'
But Greg was already moving. He pulled Mycroft's pyjama pants down and smiled at the hard on he saw. Mycroft was slightly bigger than him and he lost a second fantasising about being inside Mycroft, or Mycroft being inside him. A day ago Greg wouldn't have thought about it but now... well, Mycroft certainly had turned him.
He leaned forward and touched Mycroft slightly, enjoying the jerk Mycroft gave. He began stroking softly, marvelling at the hot skin in his hands. It was strange, jerking off another man, but it was quite... hot.
Greg wasn't as bold as Mycroft and he continued to stroke softly for a minute, enjoying the little sounds Mycroft was making.
'You don't... have... to,' he said and jerked again, his cock sliding through Greg's fingers. 'I... I can... wait.'
He jerked up again and Greg leant down to lick his cock, the pre-cum salty and unusual. Greg now knew why Mycroft had pulled away when Greg had come. It wasn't unpleasant, just... not something either of them were used to tasting.
Greg wrapped his lips around Mycroft's cock and his eyes went wide. It was... it was hot, and wet, and so very, very sexy. Greg began sucking and it was all Mycroft could do not to buck up wildly.
Saliva coated his cock and Mycroft moaned as Greg's teeth scraped along his skin. Greg felt a hand in his hair and looked up to see Mycroft looking at him, eyes blown with lust. Spurred on, he sucked harder, taking Mycroft completely.
Mycroft breathed in and out quickly, his body burning. He gripped Greg's hair tightly and tried to tell himself not to pull too hard. But it was useless; his mind was becoming a blur.
'Greg!' he gasped, teeth clenching together. 'C-c-coming!'
Greg pulled back and jerked Mycroft quickly. Mycroft thrust his hips up and he came spectacularly, shooting his seed all over Greg's hand and his pants. His hips dropped back heavily and he panted, eyes shut. Greg shifted off the bed, his hand a sticky mess. He went to wash up before grabbing the towel Mycroft had used.
He cleaned Mycroft up but the pants were a lost cause. He pulled them completely clear and threw them in the corner, falling to lay beside Mycroft.
'You're very talented,' Mycroft commented.
'I know,' Greg smirked, 'it's about time you noticed.'
Mycroft chuckled and wrapped an arm around Greg. Greg snuggled into him, feeling Mycroft's naked legs beneath his own pant-clad ones.
'You're very sexy, Mycroft Holmes,' Greg said.
'Yes, well,' Mycroft mused, 'I've been known to turn a man or two.'
Greg giggled. 'Well, yeah. I've never been attracted to a man before but here I am, giving one a blow job.'
'A very nice blow job,' Mycroft commented.
'I'd hope so.'
Mycroft smiled and leaned down to kiss Greg softly.
