Chapter Ten: Day Sixteen

They didn't see each other for another week, only managing quick phone calls and texts. Greg leaned back in his office chair and rubbed his eyes. He'd been up for the past two days trying to figure out the case. He'd just decided to call Sherlock when his mobile vibrated.

'Lestrade,' he said without checking the caller ID. He yawned loudly and heard a chuckle.

'You've been up too long.'

'Well hello to you too,' Greg smiled. 'Have you been sleeping?'

'I sleep when I must,' Mycroft said. 'I miss you. I haven't been getting my daily kiss.'

'I'll just have to make it up to you when we see each other,' Greg said. 'How are you?'

'I'm fine,' Mycroft said. 'No alcohol and no boyfriend.'

Greg smiled. 'When can I see you?'

'Now if you wish.'

'I have a case.'

'I took the liberty of going over it,' Mycroft said. 'It was the little brother of the victim's girlfriend.'

'What?' Greg said. 'How'd you get access to the case?'

Mycroft tutted. 'I have access to everything. British Government, remember?'

'Are you admitting it?' Greg asked.

'I'll never confirm that, Gregory.'

Greg chuckled. 'So the girlfriend's little brother?'

'He thought the boyfriend was taking her away. Their father is abusive and the girl ran away. The brother felt betrayed and when they met up he killed him. It was an accident.'

'Right, right,' Greg said and closed the file. 'I suppose I can arrest him tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to that, he's only twelve.'

'I'm sorry,' Mycroft said.

'It's not your fault,' Greg yawned. 'When can I see you?'

There was a tap on his office door and Greg chuckled. He got up to pull it open and smiled at his boyfriend. 'Hi there.'

'Hello,' Mycroft smiled and hung up. He slipped his phone into his pocket and kissed Greg softly. Pushing Greg back into his office, Mycroft shut the door behind him, managing to lock it without turning away or breaking the kiss.

Greg smiled as he was backed up to his desk and forced to sit. Mycroft leaned over him and deepened the kiss, dropping his umbrella and holding Greg's arms. Greg dropped his phone, not caring when it hit the floor. He grabbed Mycroft's belt and unbuckled it before pulling at the zipper.

'What are you doing?' Mycroft asked.

'Remember our deal?' Greg said against his lips. He got Mycroft free and pulled out his cock, feeling it lengthen in his hand. Mycroft moaned against him. 'It's been two weeks.'

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft managed and continued kissing him, his lips getting less controlled as he melted into Greg. 'Keep going.'

Mycroft's hands were on his thighs, squeezing tightly as Greg jerked him off. He moaned again and bit Greg's lips.

'Oi,' the DI mumbled but smiled. Mycroft did it again and Greg chuckled. 'Stop that.'

'Don't hear you complaining,' Mycroft said and closed his eyes.

'The oi was my complaint.'

Mycroft didn't answer, instead kissing Greg again before resting their foreheads together. He was fast approaching an orgasm and his mouth dropped open as he moaned again. Greg kissed at his jaw, running his tongue along Mycroft's skin as he squeezed the hot flesh before him.

'Feels... good...' Mycroft managed and pushed forward. Greg halted his movements and Mycroft whined, moving again.

'Come on,' Greg smiled up at him. 'What do you want?'

'Why are you teasing me?' Mycroft demanded.

'Oh, 'cause you never tease me,' Greg said.

Mycroft growled at him and continued thrusting, now fucking Greg's hand. Greg just squeezed when the head of Mycroft's cock passed through his fingers and Mycroft gasped.

'Keep going,' Greg said and reached down to thrust a hand into his trousers. He moaned softly as he began touching himself and Mycroft opened his eyes. 'Keep going, Myc,' Greg commanded.

Mycroft complied and got a good rhythm going, biting his lip and watching Greg. Greg couldn't get any good movements with his cock trapped but continued stroking and pulling at himself. The fact that he was holding Mycroft was enough to get him off and he was fast approaching climax.

'I'm coming,' Mycroft groaned and moved to kiss Greg. He gasped into him and swore, sucking at Greg's lips as he came. He leaked all over Greg's hand and shirt, continuing to thrust and whimper.

Greg pulled on himself harder and felt his balls constrict as an orgasm was pulled from him. He moaned and kissed Mycroft, who was panting into him. The politician fell back to sit in one of the chairs before the desk. Greg remained where he was, trying to control his breathing.

The realisation that he had come on both sides of his trousers made him move. He grabbed some tissues and tried to clean himself up but it was a lost cause. Mycroft had come all over his shirt and trousers and his underwear was wet.

'Don't I look pretty,' he commented and heard Mycroft laugh.

'You always look gorgeous,' he said.

Greg rolled his eyes and handed Mycroft the tissues. After Mycroft had cleaned and zipped himself up, Greg asked, 'So did you just come here for my fabulous body or is there more?'

Mycroft chuckled and stood. 'I thought we could go back to your flat for a late dinner.'

'Did you now?' Greg asked.

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft said and pulled him in for a light kiss. 'Would that interest you?'

'I dunno,' Greg mumbled. 'What else is there?'

'My company and food isn't good enough for you?'

Greg smiled. 'What kind of food?'

'Whatever you want.'

'Dinosaur.'

Mycroft sighed. 'What am I going to do to you?'

'Ravish me.'

'I wish.'

Greg smiled and kissed him softly. 'Three weeks, Myc.'

'Too long.'

Greg grabbed his coat and pulled it on. He bent down to get his phone and Mycroft sighed. Greg stood and turned slowly, raising an eyebrow.

'What?'

'Were you checking out my arse?'

Mycroft smiled and colour tinged his pale cheeks. 'Maybe.'

'Come on,' Greg smiled and unlocked the door. 'Food, kissing and bed.' He looked down at himself as he locked his office door. 'And maybe a shower.'

'Together?' Mycroft asked.

Greg shook his head. 'No way, I don't trust you.'

'What am I going to do?' Mycroft asked.

'I know you, Mycroft Holmes,' Greg said. 'One look at me naked and you'll completely lose it.'

'That was way too much information.'

They both stopped and turned to see Sally Donovan sitting at her desk. She smiled briefly.

'Er, sorry,' Greg said and felt his cheeks turn red. He pulled his coat around his body, trying to hide the very obvious stains on his front. Mycroft just smiled politely.

'Sergeant Donovan, lovely to see you.'

'You too, Mr Holmes,' she said stiffly and looked at Greg. 'Heading home, sir?'

'Yeah,' he said. 'The case is closed, you should go home too.'

'What?' she said. 'You figured it out?'

'Not me,' Greg said and nodded at Mycroft.

'Huh?'

'He's smarter than Sherlock,' Greg said and Mycroft tutted. He smiled and said, 'And polite. He figured out it was the little brother.'

'Do you have any proof?' Sally demanded.

'Don't trust me?' Mycroft asked.

'No.'

He smiled again. 'The stab wound suggests somebody of small stature who snuck up behind the victim. The weapon was a screwdriver and the brother is heavily into building. There were paint flecks on the victim; again from the brother. Also, the fifty-seven calls he placed to his sister's mobile in the three days she and her boyfriend were missing raises some concern, I thought you would have looked into that. They met at the park the brother and sister frequented when they were younger. The brother grew enraged when he saw the boyfriend and used the screwdriver he had in his overalls.'

Mycroft went quiet and Sally stared at him. Greg smirked as she cleared her throat and asked, 'Overalls?'

'I can tell,' Mycroft smiled. 'Go through his room and you'll find them. He probably tried to use bleach or some other product to get rid of the stains.'

Sally stared at Mycroft before looking at her boss. 'Is he serious?'

'Very,' Greg smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist.

'Right,' Sally said. 'Well, I can see that he's definitely related to the Fre– erm, to Sherlock Holmes.'

She could see the scowl forming on Greg's face when she'd started saying the Freak. Mycroft didn't look particularly happy either and she cleared her throat again.

'Right, right. Erm, thank you, Mr Holmes. Have a good night, sir.'

'Donovan,' he said and steered Mycroft towards the elevators. They waited in silence and when they got in Mycroft kissed him softly. 'What was that for?'

'For saying I'm smart,' Mycroft said. 'And for stopping her from calling my brother 'the Freak'.'

'I didn't stop her.'

'You did,' Mycroft said. 'She was about to say it but knew it would upset you so she stopped. Thank you for that.'

Greg smiled and gave him a quick kiss. 'And thank you for coming over.'

Mycroft chuckled and pulled him from the elevator.