Gay As A Man Can Possibly Be

Greg finished at five and there was a black car waiting. Mycroft was in the back, alone, so as soon as the door shut Greg threw himself onto his boyfriend.

'God I missed you,' Greg moaned as he crushed his lips against Mycroft's.

'Missed you... too...' Mycroft managed, hands untucking Greg's shirt and grazing the DI's skin.

'How far away is your place?' Greg asked, pushing his hips forward.

Mycroft gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. 'Fifteen minutes.'

'Hmm...' Greg said, trailing his fingers down Mycroft's shirt. He began unbuttoning the waistcoat and silk shirt. 'I think that's enough time.'

Mycroft's eyes opened and he raised a brow. 'What?' Greg gave him a bruising kiss, lips sucking Mycroft's bottom one and tongue swirling over his teeth. Mycroft groaned and smiled when Greg pulled back. 'Oh, I see.'

Greg managed to shrug his coat, jacket and shirt off while Mycroft sat and watched, eyes roaming over his boyfriend's chest and stomach. Strong, pale fingers ran across the DI's back and he moaned, head thrown back as Mycroft took a nipple between his lips.

'Fuck, Mycroft.'

'Hmm,' the politician mumbled against him, tongue drawing circles across to other nipple.

'Get your fucking clothes off now,' Greg demanded.

Mycroft chuckled and removed his mouth from Greg's skin. With Greg's help he got his jacket, waistcoat and shirt off, Greg's fingers digging into Mycroft's shoulders to pull him up. Mycroft arched into Greg's body and pulled at the DI's belt, slipping a hand into his underwear.

'Shit,' Greg gasped as Mycroft began stroking him. Greg wanted to fuck Mycroft in the car but it was impossible to stop himself from grinding against Mycroft's hand, an orgasm already building in his body.

Greg didn't want to be the only one coming and ripped at Mycroft's belt. The politician leaned back to give Greg more room but didn't stop stroking, fingers wrapping around Greg's cock and squeezing as he reached the head.

'Mm... f-fuck...' Greg mumbled, hands stilling on Mycroft's trousers.

Mycroft chuckled and kissed Greg again as he got his own pants open. He guided Greg's hand in and moaned against him as the older man finally grabbed hold of him.

They stroked in time with each other, Greg pushing himself forward so their hands rubbed together. Their kisses grew frantic as both men climbed higher and higher to their peak.

Greg came first and his shout was muffled by Mycroft's mouth, the younger man's tongue pushing in and scraping across his own. Greg moaned loudly and continued pushing himself forward, riding out the orgasm as long as he could.

Mycroft withdrew his hand to grip both Greg's hips, eyes closed as he fell back and pulled Greg closer. Panting, Greg forced his crotch against Mycroft's, his hand pulling at his boyfriend's cock.

'Almost... there... oh...' Mycroft mumbled and bit his lip. Greg licked a trail along Mycroft's jaw and captured his lips just as he came. 'Fuck!' Mycroft shouted and Greg smiled, nibbling on Mycroft's bottom lip as he gasped for air.

Greg remained where he was as Mycroft caught his breath, watching the man's eyes open slowly.

'I was hoping for something a little... more,' Mycroft confessed.

Greg chuckled. 'We have all night, Mycroft.'

'Hmm,' Mycroft smiled and kissed Greg softly. 'So we do.'

-oOo-

Mycroft's flat (if you called call owning the top two floors of a massive building a flat) was filled with modest furniture and decorations. The paintings and framed photos on the black walls were all perfect and beautiful. The floorboards beneath Greg's socked feet were varnished to perfection as was the furniture. The TV cabinet held a flat screen TV, rows of DVD's and a stereo.

'My flat is a little... empty,' Mycroft confessed as he slipped from his jacket and waistcoat, placing both on the coat rack. He removed his shoes and said, 'I don't have many people over.'

Greg smiled and wrapped his arms around Mycroft to give him a soft kiss. 'It's fine.'

Mycroft grinned. 'Now, shall we wash up?'

'I suppose,' Greg said and allowed Mycroft to lead him to the bedroom. The walls here were maroon with a gold trimming. The large king-sized bed was covered in a navy blue duvet with matching pillows and looked very comfy. 'Are the pillows soft?' Greg asked as Mycroft opened the door to his en-suite bathroom.

'Yes,' Mycroft said. 'Why?' Greg raised his eyebrows and Mycroft chuckled. 'You have a dirty mind, Gregory.'

'And?' Greg asked, joining Mycroft in the bathroom. Mycroft just smiled.

The en-suite bathroom was bigger than Greg's main bathroom at home. The tiles were blue and white with black trimming, the mirror large and easily big enough to give Greg an entire view of his body. The white sink top was lined with moisturisers, hair products and brushes. Greg smiled.

'What?' Mycroft asked.

Greg shrugged. 'You use a lot of product.'

'Yes, I do,' Mycroft said, voice short and low.

Greg turned to look at Mycroft. The man was looking down, playing with the edge of his shirt. 'Mycroft, what's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Mycroft said and left the bathroom.

Greg followed. 'Mycroft?' he caught up with the younger man at the door and grabbed Mycroft's wrists, turning him so they faced each other.

'Mycroft, what's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Mycroft!'

The elder Holmes sighed. 'I like cooking.'

Greg frowned. 'Er... okay?'

'I take an hour to get ready for work.'

'Mycroft, what's that got to do with–'

'I like watching romance movies,' Mycroft continued, 'I own pink shirts, I have mummy issues and I really, really like using seven different moisturisers. So yes, I'm gay, as gay as a man can possibly be; I'm a giant bloody stereotype.'

He folded his arms and turned away, no doubt waiting for Greg to start poking fun at him. Instead he felt a piece of paper and a pen being pushed into his hand.

'Go on,' Greg said over his shoulder. 'Write me a note.'

Mycroft smiled and (wondering where the hell Greg had got a piece of paper and a pen in seven seconds) quickly scribbled the words down, showing it to Greg when he was done.

Gay as a man can possibly be.

Greg pulled Mycroft around to kiss him, body's pressed together.

'Mycroft, I like all those things.'

'Really?' Mycroft asked.

'Mm-hmm,' Greg nodded. 'I like that you can cook and enjoy a good romance movie. I think you look really sexy in pink and that anyone with a brother like Sherlock has to have a strange mother. Those moisturisers smell so goddamn sexy I wanna fuck you every time I smell the coconut one. And Mycroft?'

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

'I love my men gay.'

The politician smiled and kissed Greg again, both letting the note fall to the floor.