Elevator

Amazingly Sherlock was on his best behaviour at the next scene. Greg figured it had something to do with the longing looks he was giving John. Greg used Donovan as a go-between and managed to not say anything directly to Sherlock the entire morning. He didn't trust himself to speak to the younger Holmes, not yet.

Sherlock ran off with a new lead, after informing Donovan in detailed notes exactly where he was going and why, leaving Greg to head back to his office and get started on phoning the victim's families.

He was feeling worn out and tense by eleven. He'd woken up to Mycroft heading out for an emergency meeting. Greg had been too distraught for sex the night before and they'd only shared a quick kiss before Mycroft left.

Greg wasn't used to having a boyfriend. It had been far too long since he'd broken up with his last partner, Martin. Martin had been... God, they'd been together in 2004. Six years... six long years without regular sex.

Greg and Mycroft had been together all of four days and had had sex seven times... for some reason it wasn't enough for Greg. His body hadn't burned like this in years.

He was feeling twitchy as he hung up and yawned, leaning back to take a short break.

'Detective?'

Greg looked up to see Mycroft's assistant standing at his door. 'Oh, hello...' He realised he didn't know the woman's name and she smiled.

'Call me... Anthea,' she said. 'I have a note for you.'

Greg smiled and stood. He wondered when the notes would stop; would Mycroft do them for everything? Birthdays? Anniversaries? All days ending with the letter Y?

'Thanks.'

'I must say, sir, that you have made Mr Holmes quite happy,' Anthea said.

'Oh... er, thanks.'

She smiled and disappeared, leaving Greg to unfold the note.

Elevator.

Greg raised an eyebrow but decided to go with it. He trusted Mycroft and figured he could waste a few minutes finding out what the elder Holmes wanted.

Greg walked to the elevator and pressed the button, humming to himself to pass the time. The doors opened and Greg stepped in, only to stop when he saw Mycroft. Mycroft smiled and remained where he was as Greg stepped all the way into the elevator. He was followed by a young officer.

'So sorry, this elevator is full,' Mycroft informed him.

'Er... what?' the officer asked.

Mycroft smiled dangerously. 'This elevator is full.'

Taking the hint, the officer allowed the doors to close in his face.

'Mycroft?' Greg questioned. Suddenly Mycroft was pressed against him, forcing Greg back into the wall. They bashed together and Greg groaned, Mycroft's hands sliding up and under his jacket. 'M-Mycroft,' he mumbled, 'what?'

'I missed you,' Mycroft said.

'We're in public, in an elevator.' Suddenly the elevator jolted to a halt and Greg smiled. 'You're a sneaky bastard.'

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft mumbled. 'Pants, now.'

Greg complied, ripping at his belt as Mycroft attacked his lips, smothering Greg in wet kisses and licks. Greg felt his knees go weak as his boyfriend's tongue licked into his mouth and explored thoroughly.

'Oh God,' Greg groaned and dropped his pants, his erection straining through his underwear. One of Mycroft's hands fell to grip Greg through the cotton, rubbing and gripping and pulling. 'Oh... oh God.'

Mycroft smiled and hooked his thumbs under Greg's underwear, wrenching them down and exposing Greg to the cool air. Mycroft dropped to his knees and took Greg in his mouth, tongue swirling around the dripping head.

'F-fuck,' the DI moaned and threaded his fingers through the politician's hair, pulling him closer and closer. 'So... close...'

Mycroft pulled back immediately and Greg groaned. Mycroft chuckled and kissed Greg softly, lips pulling Greg's apart and tongue darting in. 'Not yet, love.'

'Why not?' Greg demanded.

Mycroft leaned closer to breathe into his ear. 'I want to fuck you first.'

He shivered as Mycroft pulled back, grabbing Greg by the shoulders and turning him to face the wall. Greg put his hands against the cold elevator as Mycroft spread his legs, cold fingers dancing lightly across his arse.

Greg closed his eyes and pushed back slightly, earning a laugh from Mycroft.

'You're in such a hurry.'

'We're in an elevator, in Scotland Yard,' Greg reminded him.

'Oh yes, of course,' Mycroft smiled and placed kisses against Greg's neck. He scraped his tongue along the skin up to Greg's ear and took the lobe in his lips.

'Fuck, Mycroft,' Greg groaned and pushed himself back. This time his arse came into contact with Mycroft's crotch and he felt the politician straining through his trousers. 'Please, fuck me.'

'Here?' Mycroft asked. 'We're in an elevator... in Scotland Y–'

'Now!' Greg hissed.

Mycroft smiled and Greg heard a belt and trousers being dropped, followed by a pair of boxers. He felt Mycroft's cock push against him and groaned. He barely heard the sound of a cap being popped, focusing instead on the aching of his cock and sweat on his skin.

Suddenly Mycroft was sliding inside and Greg groaned, arse clenching against the invasion. It had been so long and Mycroft was so big. Greg felt pain rear through his body and Mycroft stopped, body pressed hard against Greg's.

'Are you okay?' the politician whispered.

'Mm,' Greg grunted. 'Fine. Just... a minute.'

Mycroft continued to lean against him, fingers drawing circles on Greg's hips, lips and teeth nibbling on his jaw.

''Kay,' Greg mumbled.

Mycroft started thrusting immediately, each push bringing his face to Greg's. He placed kisses against Greg's stubbled-jaw every few thrusts, the DI grunting into his mouth.

'God, faster,' Greg begged. He felt Mycroft up his pace, pounding into his boyfriend hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the elevator as well as Greg's and Mycroft's grunts.

Mycroft's nimble fingers wrapped around Greg's cock and he jerked in time with his thrusts, leaving Greg sliding down the wall. Mycroft had to pull Greg back, his jacketed arm warm and hard against the DI's stomach.

'Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!' Greg whimpered, eyes screwed shut. His hands slipped again and he fell, grunting as Mycroft slipped out.

Luckily the politician was fast and strong and he simply held Greg up, continuing to fuck him and stroke his cock. Greg gave himself over to the sensations and finally, with a loud shout and a shudder, Greg came all over the wall and Mycroft's hand.

The DI clamped down around his boyfriend and went limp as Mycroft continued to fuck him. Mycroft buried his face in Greg's neck and bit into his shoulder as he came, cock buried into Greg to the hilt.

They both slumped to the floor, Mycroft pulling out of Greg and leaning back. Greg panted and wiped at his eyes, everything so hazy and good.

'Fuck,' Greg muttered when he'd got his breathing under control.

Mycroft smiled. 'I'm sorry, Gregory.'

'Why?'

'I took you from work and...' he trailed off and swallowed.

'Technically,' Greg said and Mycroft looked at him, 'you didn't take me from work.'

Mycroft chuckled and draw Greg close.

'I love elevators,' Greg commented.

Mycroft smiled and kissed him softly.