It was a very nice kiss, one that had emotion and meant something. It was a kiss that Greg hadn't experienced in years, even in the final years of his marriage. It stunned him that Mycroft had actually taken the final leap and kissed him, he wondered why now and not last night.
While Greg thought about all this, he forgot to react or kiss back, and eventually Mycroft pulled back and straightened his suit.
"Ah, perhaps I read this all wrong, I apologise Gregory, I-" Mycroft (who was blushing redder than his hair) started to say but it was his turn to be cut off by a kiss when Greg realised his mistake.
Greg wrapped his fist in Mycroft's soft, expensive tie and gained access into his mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away slowly he flattened out the ginger's tie and cleared his throat.
"No, I apologise, I was a bit stunned when you kissed me just now, and I couldn't have you thinking the worst." The DI explained, cheeks lightly flushed.
"Perhaps we should go inside." Mycroft suggested with a grin.
They both entered the house and the housekeeper appeared with (to Greg's surprise) a cup of tea each. The two men made their way to the living room to drink their tea. Both silent for a few moments as they drank, until Greg decided to get some answers.
"Do...do you have feelings for me Mycroft?"
Mycroft froze in the middle of lifting his cup to his mouth and just put it down all together. He clasped his hands in his lap and chose his words carefully.
"Gregory, it is true that I possess romantic feelings for you, feelings that I at first ignored, then tried to be rid of, and finally gave in to. I am not the type of man to be romantically attached to others, it isn't really in my nature, yet in saying that you have been my exception and I find myself having deep affection for you. I presume that I am correct in saying that you return my affections, yes?" Confessed Mycroft, breaching a subject he seldom discussed with anyone.
"I, um, well yeah, I can't say I don't fancy you, Myc. Have for a while now actually." The DI confirmed.
Mycroft smiled at the use of Greg's pet name. "You are the only person on this planet that is allowed to call me 'Myc', I even make mummy refer to me by my full name."
"Do you not like being called 'Myc'?" Greg asked.
"I didn't until you started using it, then it sort of grew on me." Mycroft admitted.
Greg liked that. "So…this is why you are offering your home to me and my kids? Because of your feelings for me?" He brought the conversation back to the main reason this was all brought up in the first place.
"Yes, well, I have deduced for some time now that you are interested in me, and some how you have managed to find my heart. It seemed logical that we would date, eventually you would stop going back to whatever flat you had procured after the divorce and we would end up living together anyway. Your ex-wife's life is unstable in multiple ways, she is unfit to raise four children on her own, or with the help of her no good boyfriend, you would be given custody of your children and they would come to live with us, it was inevitable. I just made it all happen immediately instead of having it all dragged out." Mycroft gave Greg the facts, and really Lestrade couldn't argue with them, he never could with Mycroft's deductions (they were better than Sherlock's).
"You may as well ask me to marry you while you're at it…" Greg joked.
Mycroft looked at the other man seriously "Not yet, I think it would be a bit soon, considering you only got divorced from your previous marriage today."
Lestrade was in disbelief "You have the rest of our lives planned out, don't you?"
"Is there something wrong with that? You should know by now that I like to be organised."
"Oh, no, I know that, I'm just a little surprised…although I suppose I shouldn't be." The DI appeared slightly sheepish. There was silence for good moment and then he spoke again "You know I've never been asked out like this before, it's very you though, and I'm quite happy to accept by the way…don't know if I mentioned that."
"I deduced it already, but it is nice to hear you say it." Mycroft's eyes followed Greg as he got up from his chair and moved towards Mycroft.
"Reckon we could give that kiss another go?" Greg asked already leaning down.
"I believe that is entirely possible." Mycroft concurred just before their lips met.
One kiss led to multiple kisses and that somehow led to Greg straddling Mycroft in his chair with one hand in short ginger hair. Lestrade sat back panting slightly and Mycroft made an observation "You are aroused, Greggory."
"And you're not? That was the hottest kiss I've had in years."
"I maintain firm control over my body. It has been over a decade since I have been this intimate with someone, if you wish to know."
Greg's eyes almost fell out of his head in surprise "You're telling me that you haven't so much as snogged another person in over ten years and then we share this steamy kiss where I've ended up on your lap and you aren't one bit aroused!?"
"Gregory, it's not like that, I find you very pleasing to look at and you do 'stir things in my pants'. It was simply that I was maintaining self-control and to be completely honest I was unsure how things would proceed this evening. I had not even intended on kissing you out in the driveway, yet it happened."
This time the DI did some deducing of his own "Mycroft Holmes, are you nervous?" The older Holmes tried to deny it but the red flush on his freckled cheeks gave him away (so much for 'firm control') "It's okay to be nervous Myc, this is all new and excitin', I mean I haven't been with a bloke since my college days. I'm nervous too, but we can take it slow and turn it up a notch when we're ready." Mycroft nodded and gave him a half smile "And you know its not just sex, I want to get to really know you; the Mycroft Holmes that would do anything for his little brother and has tea with his mother once a month, and who cares about a particular DI enough to give him everything he needs."
"How do you know about tea with mummy?" Mycroft knew he had never mentioned it.
"Oh, Sherlock was whinging about it one time." Lestrade enlightened him.
"Of course, I should have known." After that there was silence for a moment and they just stared at each other.
"Um, I hate to say this," Greg broke the silence "but I'm not as young as I used to be and well…" he looked down "my legs are getting stiff."
"Oh, right, let me help you up."
XXX
Their evening progressed smoothly, Mycroft only received one phone call (for his job), but the night was theirs to enjoy together. Reluctantly, Greg announced that he should be off to bed as he was falling asleep in the arm chair. Mycroft procured another kiss before watching Greg walk blearily off to his room, only self restraint kept the ginger's hand from pinching Lestrade's ass on the way passed.
Once Greg was laying in bed the thought suddenly hit him; why was he still sleeping alone in this bed and room when in a different bed and room in the house there was a ginger haired genuis who he would much rather be cuddled up with than a pillow. He pulled back the silky sheets and left the dark room in to the dully lit hallway, wearing only his boxers and a night shirt. Wandering the halls he tried to remember where Myc's room was, he was about to give up when he noticed a strip of light coming from under the door at the end of the corridor. Greg began to walk up to the door, then paused, what if it was too soon to be actually sleeping together? A bit of snogging didn't mean that Greg would be invited in to Mycroft's room.
The door at the end of the corridor opened abruptly spilling light onto the carpeted floor, it blinded Lestrade for a moment and then he noticed that Mycroft was standing on the threshold still in his three piece suit, looking just as immaculate as ever.
"Gregory, do stop loitering and second guessing, I would also enjoy your company as we slept." The oldest Holmes stepped aside allowing Lestrade access into the master bedroom.
Greg's eyes went wide as he stepped past Mycroft and into the room "I thought my room was incredible, this is outrageous." His eyes darted from the over sized bed to the doorway leading into, from what Lestrade could see, was an enormous ensuite, to the walk in waredrobe that he couldn't see the back of (probably filled with three piece suits).
"At least there will be plenty of space for both of us." Mycroft commented quietly.
"What?"
"Obviously this will become 'our' room Gregory, unless you wish to have seperate rooms, although I believe it custom to share a room with the person you are-" Mycroft was cut off by Greg's lips crushing against his own. Next he was aware of a hand on his hips pulling him towards the bed while untucking the shirt from his dress pants. Mycroft managed to push the door shut before he could be dragged too far from it, but he didn't put up a fight, in fact he even moved one hand down from Lestrade's back to rest on his ass, his fingers gripping ever so slightly.
As Mycroft was pushed on to the giant silk covered bed and mounted by one enthusiastic DI, he also noted the way Lestrade's boxer shorts were tented, it seemed there was enthusiasam in his pants as well. Should he allow himself to follow suit? He would have to some time with Gregory, and of course he wanted to, but was now the right time?
He must of been staring at the clothed bulge as a slightly huskier voice than normal told him "you are allowed to touch me, you know, I'd really rather welcome it actually, that's if you wanted to..." he trailed off but apparently that was all the invitation Mycroft needed. He reached out a hand and gently began to caress Lestrade through his shorts, the DI's eyes rolled back and he let out a groan as if that one touch had been long awaited (and really, it had).
It was then that Mycroft decided he would wait for another time to release his own self control, tonight his sole purpose was to make Gregory ejaculate in his pants like the hormone driven teenager he was acting like. So he set to work, using his palm and fingers, gentle at first and then firmer, finding how Gregory liked to be touched and what made him make the most delicious sounds.
In no time, Mycroft had him panting on top of him still dressed, but his hair tusselled and lips red, slightly swollen and glistening from the enthusiastic kissing "Myc, Myc" Lestrade panted, and how Mycroft loved hearing his nickname said like that "You're gonna make m-m-me come in my boxers."
Mycroft smirked and pulled Greg down by his hair to whisper in his ear "I know, Gregory, that is my intenion."
The DI whined and Mycroft let go of his hair to renew his efforts to make Greg climax, which didn't take long after that and ended with a blissed out Lestrade lying half on top of Mycroft, come quickly becoming gross in his shorts.
"Lets get those off you before it dries." Mycroft said while gently moving Greg off him. Lestrade hummed his agreeance and tried to help, but Mycroft battered his hands away before going to get a warm, wet cloth to clean him up.
Once they were both in bed, Mycroft on his back, and Greg drapped half over him, head on his chest, Lestrade sleepily announced "I'm gonna get you back for that, Myc, one of your suits is getting ruined." Then he promptly fell asleep, snoring quietly.
Mycroft just turned the light off and smirked in to the darkness.
