Chapter Ten: Shut Up

Beta: chasingriver

Chapter Title: Shut Up by Simple Plan

Warnings: Oral sex

Greg never thought he'd have anything in common with Mycroft Holmes. But as he and Mycroft talked, swapping cigarettes, heated-glances, and the occasional touch, he learned that he had a lot in common with Mycroft.

They both listened to the same bands (Green Day, Muse, My Chemical Romance, and various others), they both liked dressing in black, swearing, drinking and smoking, they both really liked shagging guys, and they both enjoyed school.

Of course, Greg would never admit to anyone else that he actually liked learning. There was something about filling your brain with new information that was satisfying and interesting to Greg. He just never bothered with school work because he was too busy trying to find a guy who could fucking shag him properly. Mycroft, of course, did excellent in school and was always top of the year. Greg knew he was a genius, but had never really understood just what that meant.

Mycroft had an eidetic memory (not that he believed in such things, he just said he knew how to use his brain) and could speak six languages (German, Mandarin, French, Italian, Spanish, and English). He knew everything there was to know about world politics, the stock market, mathematics, and technology.

He also knew how to fight (he was a black belt in something, Greg had just stared at him, mouth gaping, when Mycroft had managed to pin him to the ground in three seconds flat), how to talk himself out of anything (or talk people into things, like when he'd shagged John Ralling), and, of course, he knew how to deduce people.

He told Greg that it was the small things that people missed that made up the bigger picture. If Greg had had toast for breakfast, there would most likely be crumbs on his shirt, his lips, or his breath would smell like peanut butter or jam. All Mycroft and Sherlock did was see that, run the information through their brains, and produce the most likely answer.

It made more sense now that Mycroft had explained it, but Greg still didn't see how the Holmes brothers actually did it.

There was also the rebellious attitude Mycroft and Greg both had. They found it immensely fun to drink while underage, smoke while underage, skip school and break the law in small ways, and just have fun. Greg knew he was your stereotypical hell-raiser; he smoked, he drank, he fucked. It didn't make him cool and it wouldn't help him later in life.

But Greg thought, and Mycroft agreed, that your teenage years were when you were supposed to fuck up and make mistakes. What was the point of getting a good job later in life when you hadn't actually had fun? Greg didn't want to have any regrets. He didn't want to one day be sitting in an office somewhere and think that he'd wasted his life.

So yeah, he fucked around, but he still passed all his classes and he never really hurt anyone. He always used a condom when having sex and helped his mum out around the house. Mycroft then pointed out that really Greg was a good-little-boy who just pretended to be a screw-up.

Well, the only way Greg could wipe that fucking smirk off Mycroft's face was to kiss him.

Mycroft gasped in surprise, and Greg was once again hit with the thought that Mycroft wasn't used to anyone taking control. Mycroft always came in, cock out, and fucked whoever he'd picked for the night until they couldn't remember their own name. And even if he was technically on the bottom, he still topped; he was always in control.

What Mycroft really needed was for someone else to take over and fuck him, whether that meant actually fucking him, or letting Mycroft fuck them. Mycroft needed a partner who fought his dominance every step of the way; someone who made Mycroft work for their submission. But that someone also had to be able to dominate Mycroft, to push him down and screw him into the mattress.

And a large part of Greg hoped that he was the one who could finally satisfy Mycroft Holmes.

Not that he fancied him or anything.

'Cause he absolutely did not.

Fuck Dimmock, Greg thought as he licked at Mycroft's bottom lip.

Mycroft pulled back and raised an eyebrow. 'What?' Greg asked.

'You're thinking and it's annoying,' Mycroft said.

Greg blinked. 'How can me thinking be annoying?'

'It's too loud and obvious in the way you're kissing me,' Mycroft explained. 'You're not thinking about the kiss, therefore you're not giving it your complete attention. And I really, really fucking hate when people aren't focused on me when we're kissing.'

Greg rolled his eyes and pulled Mycroft in by the shirt. 'It's all about you, isn't it?'

'Of course it is,' Mycroft smirked.

'You're a vain fucker, you know that?'

'Of course I do.'

'Shut the fuck up,' Greg said and crushed their lips back together. He made sure to focus entirely on Mycroft; Mycroft's soft, warm lips; Mycroft's long, wet tongue; Mycroft's firm, hard body; Mycroft's roaming hands, and heated crotch, and soft groans, and Jesus fuck was kissing Mycroft Holmes absolutely fucking amazing.

Mycroft moaned quite audibly and Greg grinned- internally, of course, because God forbid Mycroft see that and comment on Greg not paying fucking attention to him. They stood beside the concrete barrier just snogging, hands roaming over each other's bodies, lips melding together, tongues and teeth and breath all clashing as they fought over who'd dominate the kiss.

When they broke apart for air, Greg buried his face in Mycroft's neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin he found. Once again Mycroft inhaled sharply as Greg took control, his tongue lapping sloppily and making Mycroft shiver.

'You know,' Greg breathed heavily, voice slightly muffled, 'I haven't thanked you for that awesome hand job.'

'Um... n-no, you haven't,' Mycroft said, Adam's apple bobbing as Greg sucked back on his neck.

'Mm... suppose I'll have to do something now, huh?' Greg said.

Mycroft just nodded and suddenly found himself pushed against the barrier, Greg continuing to kiss and lick at his neck, his jaw, as he pulled at Mycroft's belt. Mycroft moaned when Greg's skilful fingers popped the button of his jeans, the zipper quickly being pulled down.

And then his hand was diving in and extracting Mycroft's rapidly hardening shaft. Greg palmed the hot, stiffening flesh, and pulled away from Mycroft's lips to look down.

'Jesus Christ, you really are fucking big,' Greg said. Mycroft was long- at least three or four inches longer than Greg himself- and rather thick. Greg couldn't help but imagine Mycroft fucking him and shivered as he stroked the taller teen from root to tip.

Mycroft pulled him back up, mashing his lips to Greg's and moaning as his cock was stroked. Damn it, it had been too long since he'd had been touched properly, and Greg was pretty good with just one hand. It wouldn't take long for Mycroft to come and he thrust his hips slightly, hoping Greg would move faster.

Instead Greg pulled away and Mycroft growled in annoyance. Greg smirked and pecked Mycroft quickly on the lips before getting to his knees.

Mycroft's eyes widened. Surely Greg wasn't going to-

Suddenly Greg was leaning forward and Mycroft said, 'Greg- ah!' He cut himself off with a hiss as Greg's warm, wet mouth slid over his cock, tongue flicking out to lick away the pre-come that was already oozing from the slit.

Mycroft threaded his fingers through Greg's hair and tugged him forward slightly while thrusting, hoping Greg would get the fucking idea and suck him off.

Greg smirked and pulled back until only the very tip of Mycroft's cock was in his mouth. He ran his tongue teasingly around the crown, the organ flicking ever so lightly and making Mycroft grunt in annoyance.

Greg's tongue continued to torture the taller boy until he flattened it, stroking along Mycroft's slit and lapping away pre-come. Mycroft moaned embarrassingly loudly and Greg snickered, breath blowing across Mycroft's shaft.

He pulled back and Mycroft cursed, glaring down at Greg as the older boy licked down his entire length, lips pressing soft kisses to the heated flesh before moving down to his balls.

One hand cupped Mycroft's sack, rolling his testes between warm fingers, while his other hand moved from Mycroft's hip and up to his stomach. His fingers pushed under Mycroft's shirt to stroke the soft, warm skin he found, and Mycroft's head lolled back as Greg touched and licked him.

Greg dug his fingers in and scraped his nails up and down Mycroft's stomach while he licked and kissed his shaft, free hand fondling the taller teenager's sack.

'Fucking hell, Greg,' Mycroft moaned.

Greg smiled smugly before leaning down to lick and suckle at Mycroft's balls. Mycroft's hips jolted forward, cock sliding along Greg's cheek and leaving a light trail of pre-ejaculate.

'Oi!' Greg exclaimed, drawing back.

'Well if you'd just suck my fucking cock!' Mycroft snapped.

'Calm down, boy slut.'

'Says the guy sucking my- uuh...' Mycroft trailed off into a moan when Greg's left hand dived down the back of his boxers, squeezing one cheek while his lips wrapped back around his shaft. Greg's other hand joined the first and he kneaded Mycroft's soft, plump arse as he took more cock into his mouth.

God, he has the best arse, Greg thought as he sucked.

'Fuck!' Mycroft whimpered, pushing forward. Finally Greg squeezed his arse, pulling him closer, and Mycroft's prick sank further into his mouth. 'Finally,' Mycroft moaned, making Greg smirk around him.

Greg sank further down, lips expanding as he slowly but surely swallowed half of Mycroft down. He pulled back slowly, lips pressing around Mycroft's girth, tongue licking at his heated skin.

Mycroft moaned as Greg drew back until only the tip was in his mouth. His tongue flicked out again, cleaning away the pre-ejaculate, before Greg sank back down.

Mycroft couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good and twisted his fingers through Greg's short, spiky brown hair. Greg's mouth was so warm and wet, and his tongue was doing deliciously dirty things to his cock. Greg's eyes were dark and kept flicking between Mycroft's own eyes and his crotch, and Mycroft leaned heavily against the concrete barrier as Greg started to speed up.

Greg's hands disappeared and one latched onto Mycroft's hip, the other circling his cock and pumping every time he drew back. Mycroft's hips pushed forward again and Greg moaned around him, Mycroft burying his cock further down Greg's throat.

Greg loved this; loved having a thick, warm cock sliding along his tongue, a gorgeous guy twisting fingers through his hair. The fact that it was Mycroft- calm, sexy, always-in-control Mycroft Holmes- just made it ten times better.

So he sucked, licked, and swallowed, wanting to see Mycroft come because of him. He wanted Mycroft to fuck his mouth, to come right down his throat, to completely fall apart and shout Greg's name.

And with the way Mycroft was grunting and pulling at his hair, that might be a real occurrence. His nails were digging painfully into Greg's scalp, his head tossed back and lips parted as he drew in deep, ragged breaths. His hips were moving more now, the head of his cock hitting the back of Greg's throat and making him choke.

'G-Greg,' Mycroft gasped, other hand coming up to hold Greg's face in place. Greg moaned and bobbed up and down Mycroft's shaft, the taller teenager sweating, face flushed. 'F-Fuck, I c-can't,' Mycroft stuttered. 'Greg, I'm gonna... uh... fuck...'

Greg grabbed Mycroft by both hips, fingers digging in as he pulled Mycroft forward, head moving quickly and saliva dripping down his red, swollen lips. Mycroft moaned and his last control seemed to snap, because he slammed into Greg hard and furious, Greg choking loudly before Mycroft pulled out.

He sucked in a lungful of air before Mycroft was jamming himself back in, fucking Greg's face with abandon, head bent and eyes squeezed shut. Greg just relaxed his throat and jaw, making sure to lick Mycroft's shaft whenever he drew out and swallow when he forced himself back in.

Greg was still gripping Mycroft's hips tightly and felt the other teenager tense before he was drawing back. Greg leapt forward, sinking back onto Mycroft's cock and sucking hard-

Mycroft came with a hoarse shout of, 'GREG!' He emptied himself down Greg's throat and Greg swallowed the salty liquid, a few drops escaping and dripping down his bruised lips. Mycroft shuddered and cursed, nails close to drawing blood where they dug into Greg's scalp.

When Mycroft had control of himself he pulled back, sliding from Greg's mouth with a slick wet sound. Mycroft blinked, staring down at Greg, who was still on his knees. Greg was breathing almost as heavily as Mycroft, only he had an annoying erection pressing against his zipper.

Greg stumbled to his feet and groaned, rubbing his aching knees.

'You shouldn't have done that,' Mycroft breathed heavily.

'Why?' Greg asked in a slightly hoarse voice, wiping his lips and sucking his thumb clean.

'I wasn't wearing a condom,' Mycroft said.

Greg snorted. 'I trust that you're a clean boy slut.' Mycroft scowled at him. 'Oh come on, you want me to go to your doctor and get your medical history?'

'I don't fancy catching any type of disease for a few minutes of pleasure,' Mycroft said.

Greg rolled his eyes. 'That's only the second time I've ever given a bloke a blow job without a condom, alright?' When Mycroft raised an eyebrow, Greg said, 'Dimmock and I shagged, just once, back when he wondered if he really was bi, or gay. I agreed to let him fuck me to see if he was. We did, and I knew he was a virgin and we used a condom for the actual penetration, so no harm done.'

Mycroft continued to stare at him.

'Mycroft, I always use a condom, even for oral sex,' Greg said. 'I get checked out every month just to be safe; my mum makes me do it, actually, which was really fucking embarrassing the first time she forced me to go.' Mycroft snorted. 'Anyway, I always use condoms; I'm not a fucking idiot. And if you weren't clean you would have stopped me.'

'I did try to stop you,' Mycroft said.

'Oh,' Greg blinked.

'We barely know each other,' Mycroft reminded him as he tucked himself back in. 'How can you trust me that much? I could have lied to you.'

Greg tilted his head. 'I dunno,' he finally shrugged. 'I just do, alright?' He paused, a smirk pulling at his lips. 'Why, are you a dirty boy slut?'

'No,' Mycroft scowled, making Greg grin. 'I get tested monthly, like you.'

'See? No harm done,' Greg said, closing the distance between them and pressing a kiss to Mycroft's lips. 'Now stop ruining the fucking fun and let's go get something to eat, I'm starving.'

'You just ate, how can you be hungry?' Mycroft retorted.

'Oh, cheeky boy slut,' Greg chuckled. He squeezed Mycroft's arse and kissed him hard, the two breathing heavily against each other. When they broke apart Mycroft licked his lips and Greg said, 'You taste good, yeah?'

'You're disgusting,' Mycroft said, pushing him away.

Greg snickered. 'Not what you said five minutes ago.'

Mycroft kicked him in the arse and Greg yelped, scowling when Mycroft chuckled.

'So, food?' Mycroft asked.

'Yes please.'

'We can go to the McDonalds just outside of town,' Mycroft said. 'Less chance of a teacher seeing us.'

'Sounds good,' Greg said, walking back to his bike, Mycroft following. 'The least you can do is buy me a Quarter Pounder after I sucked your cock.'

Mycroft just snorted.