Chapter Twenty-One: "Tutoring"

Beta: chasingriver

Warnings: Mentions of past drug use/addiction and mentions of past sexual acts

Author's Note: Santhea (Anthea/Sally) is for Sunshine Through The Storm. Also, thanks to my wonderful beta, chasingriver. You would not believe the amount of mistakes I make. She picks up on all of them and makes me a better writer.

Anywho, enjoy!

{Dreamer}

Greg was standing beside the car having a smoke when Mycroft returned with BJ. He'd changed into a tight pair of black jeans, a black shirt that had "The Living End" written across it in red letters, a thin grey hoodie, and red high-topped Chucks. There was eye-liner marking his eyes as well as smudged eyeshadow, and Greg could see a few leather necklaces hanging around his neck and chunky bracelets on his wrists.

BJ was chatting softly to him but cut himself off and raised both eyebrows when he saw Greg.

'What the fuck is Lestrade doing here?'

'He's with me,' Mycroft said, opening the passenger door.

BJ glared at Greg, who blew him a kiss. 'Get in the back, Lestrade,' BJ growled.

'You get in the back,' Greg replied.

'Lestrade-'

'Masters,' Greg cut in.

'Get in the-'

'BJ, get in the fucking back!' Mycroft snapped. 'We don't have time for your shit, so do as I fucking say!'

Greg grinned triumphantly as BJ scowled, waiting until Mycroft unlocked the door before climbing in the back. Greg flicked his cigarette out and climbed in after him, slamming the door shut.

'Buckle up, kiddies!' Greg shouted.

'Fuck you, cunt,' BJ retorted while Mycroft chuckled. 'Seriously, what are you doin' with Lestrade?' BJ demanded.

'Fucking him long and hard,' Mycroft replied.

'Oh that is just so fucking wrong,' BJ groaned.

'Fuck you,' Greg said. 'I'm a sexy piece of man meat.'

'Your man meat's probably five different colours, slut,' BJ grunted.

'Ooh, you shatter my self-esteem,' Greg fake-pouted.

'Would you two fuckers shut up?' Mycroft said.

'Sorry,' Greg apologised in a sweet tone, leaning across to kiss him.

'Fucking hell,' BJ groaned, Greg snickering.

{oOo}

Greyson Lake had once upon a time been an actual lake. Now it was a giant muddy hole with some murky-brown water in the middle, the occasional bird landing to pick at bugs. It was surrounded on three sides by dense trees, a wooden walkway on the fourth side, as well as an old playground, toilets, and a carpark.

Mycroft parked closest to the trees on the left and he, Greg and BJ climbed out. They left their bags in the car and Mycroft led the way, jumping the small wooden fence and taking the west path.

They walked for a few minutes, BJ tapping away at his phone, before Greg heard soft voices. Suddenly Mycroft turned right, walking down the small leaf-covered hill, BJ following.

Greg followed too and they walked through the trees before the voices got louder. They walked into a large clearing filled with rubbish, over-turned trolleys, dead-trees, and old lawn chairs.

There was a group of seven sitting around a burnt-out pit chatting, and another boy leaning against the tree closest to them smoking.

He was probably Greg's age, with short blonde hair and olive-green eyes. He smiled hesitantly at Greg as Mycroft introduced him.

'This is Craig. Craig, Gregory.'

The blonde shook Greg's hand and Greg frowned, looking him over.

'Do I know you?' Greg asked. 'You look familiar.'

'Um... yeah,' Craig said, blushing slightly.

'Oh,' Greg murmured, realising he must have slept with Craig at some point.

'I gave you a head job a few weeks ago,' Craig admitted.

Mycroft stiffened beside Greg, who said, 'Oh, yeah, I... um... yeah.'

Craig blushed darkly and Greg scratched at his head, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

'Yes, well, that's in the past, isn't it?' Mycroft practically growled, glaring at Craig. Greg raised an eyebrow at him but Mycroft gave no comment, instead moving Craig aside and pulling Greg further along.

'You alright?' Greg asked.

'Fine,' Mycroft answered shortly. They reached the main group and everyone turned to look at them. 'Declan, Annie, Patrick, Emma, Justin, Annette, Sally,' Mycroft said, pointing them all out. 'This is Gregory.'

'We know who he is,' Sally grinned. 'So what's up, Lestrade? What are you doin' here with Mikey?'

'Shut it, Donovan,' Greg scowled while Mycroft smirked.

'Just what were you two writing to each other in class?' Sally teased.

'The best way for me to suck Mikey's cock,' Greg retorted.

Sally blushed and everyone else chuckled, Sally turning to scowl at them.

'Myc, I got the alcohol,' Justin- a tall boy with bleached blonde hair- said and stood. He pulled open the cooler he'd been sitting on and flipped it open. Everyone dug around for money and handed it over to Justin while grabbing what alcohol they wanted.

Mycroft directed Greg to one of the over-tuned trolleys and they sat beside each other, Mycroft's arm pressed to Greg's and making the older teen fumble to twist the top of his beer free.

Mycroft smirked and Greg blushed, quickly throwing the cap at Mycroft and taking a long chug of amber liquid.

'So, since when do you and Mikey hang out?' Declan St Claire asked. Greg recognised him from when they'd played cricket together; Declan, and his best mate Patrick, went to St Mary's, but they'd all been on the local cricket team together.

'Well,' Greg mused, tilting his head and making Mycroft chuckle, 'I slept with every gay, bi, and curious guy in the area and thought, 'Well, fuck. Unless I do the rounds again, I need some new arse'. So then I saw Mikey-'

'Shut it, fuck face,' Mycroft cut in, flicking Greg's ear and making him pout. 'I decided it was about time to show Mr Lestrade here that he's not the best shag in the area.'

'And...?' three different people asked.

Mycroft wet his lips slowly and leaned forward, everyone else doing the same. He glanced at Greg, looked at everyone, and then said, 'That's a secret.'

Greg giggled as everyone groaned, leaning back and calling Mycroft various names. Mycroft twisted his own beer open and took a swig as everyone got comfortable.

'So, is this where you usually hang out?' Greg asked.

Mycroft shrugged. 'Here, a few other places.'

'How come I've never heard of this?' Greg asked.

''Cause you're a whore,' BJ shot.

Greg inclined an eyebrow. 'Unless I'm mistaken, most of the people here are whores, Benjamin.'

The girls all snickered and BJ was interrupted by a new arrival before he could shout. She was a tall girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and freckles dusted across her nose. She was wearing black stockings with knee-high boots, a black denim skirt, a tight black shirt with a blood-red tie around her neck, and a ripped black jacket.

She had her eyes glued to a BlackBerry but looked up when she reached them.

'Hey, Anthea,' BJ said, smiling smoothly and leaning back.

Greg rolled his eyes at the clear come-on as the girl- Anthea- blinked at him.

'In your dreams, Benjamin,' she said before turning to Mycroft. She dug around in the black bag she had over one shoulder and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter.

'Thank you, my dear,' Mycroft smiled before tearing the carton open. He gave Anthea a packet of cigarettes, took one for himself, and pushed the rest into Greg's hands.

'What the-' Greg began, only for Mycroft to cut him off.

'Your mother took yours, so have these.'

'But Mycroft-'

'Just take them,' Mycroft insisted.

'I-'

'I'll have 'em,' Patrick George said, leaning forward.

'Fuck off,' Mycroft said, pointing at him and making Patrick sit down.

Greg sighed but said, 'Thanks,' and put the cigarettes at his feet. Mycroft opened his packet and handed one across, lighting Greg's, Anthea's, and his own cigarette.

Anthea sat on the milk crate beside Mycroft and Greg said, 'I haven't seen you around.'

'I'm home-schooled,' Anthea said. 'My mother works for the Holmes family.'

Greg looked at Mycroft. 'She's Mrs Lander's daughter.'

'Oh, your nanny?'

Mycroft chuckled. 'Say that to Sherlock, I dare you.'

'No fucking way,' Greg said, shaking his head. 'Your brother's a fucking lunatic, he'd kill me.'

'True,' Anthea mused, now tapping at her BlackBerry as she smoked.

Mycroft chuckled and leaned across to kiss Greg's cheek, Greg blushing when he realised everyone was staring. 'Don't worry, Gregory dear,' Mycroft said softly. 'I won't let the mean little Holmes hurt you.'

'Fuck you,' Greg grumbled, nudging Mycroft and getting an arm wrapped around his waist. He blushed darkly and said, 'Shut up!' when Sally and Annie giggled.

'Anyway,' Mycroft said, keeping his arm around Greg. 'Let's play Never Have I Ever.'

'Why?' BJ asked.

'Because I'm fucking bored,' Mycroft said.

'I'm game,' Craig said, leaning forward.

Mycroft scowled at him and Craig blushed, eyes flicking to Greg before looking at his bottle of beer. Annette leaned forward and said, 'Totally, come on.'

The others had soon agreed and Mycroft started. 'Hmm... never have I ever... thought about fucking a teacher.'

Justin, Annette, BJ, Sally and Greg all sipped their drinks and Mycroft turned to Greg.

'Well... um... there was this teacher,' Greg said, 'Mr Peters, he left just before you transferred to our school.'

'Peters, that was exactly who I thought about shagging!' Sally said. 'Oh God was he something.'

'The skinny dude with red hair?' BJ said, wrinkling his nose.

Sally and Greg both nodded. 'There was something about him,' Greg said.

'He was just... God, I woulda stripped at fifteen to let him have his way,' Sally grinned.

'That is so wrong,' Greg said.

'You wanted to shag him too!' Sally shouted.

Greg smirked. 'Yeah, but I'm not a girl.'

'Fuck you, Lestrade,' Sally said, flipping him off.

Greg grabbed his chest, acting wounded, and a few people snickered.

'Anyway, what about you, Masters?' Sally asked.

'Mrs Mallen,' BJ said.

'What the fuck?' Greg and Sally shouted.

'She's hot,' BJ shrugged.

'She's a fucking bitch is what she is,' Greg scowled.

'That fucking slut always gives me detentions,' Sally snapped.

'Total bitch,' Greg agreed. 'Caught me fucking smoking the other day, got detentions for two weeks.'

'Well sorry I upset Dickheads Are Us,' BJ said, Justin chuckling. 'Anyway, Justin, Annette?'

Annette wrapped her arm around her boyfriend, and said, 'There's a teacher at our school, Miss Charlotte.'

Greg spat beer from his mouth and Mycroft slapped him when liquid dripped down his jeans.

'What, Lestrade, never met a bi chick before?' Justin asked.

Greg coughed and shook his head as Mycroft patted his back.

'I'm bi,' Sally said, 'so yeah, you have.'

'Jesus,' Greg coughed.

'I'm gay,' Anthea joined in, smiling as she blew cigarette smoke above her head.

'Me too,' Mycroft smiled.

'Yeah, yeah, I fucking get it,' Greg grunted, wiping his lips. 'Sorry, sorry.'

'Anyway, Miss Charlotte, we'd totally bang her,' Justin said. 'Annette already said I could if she was there.'

BJ was practically drooling, Declan and Patrick eyeing Annette from where they were sitting.

Craig shook his head and said, 'I really don't get the big deal; why do people like lesbians so much?'

'What are you, a dickhead?' Mycroft demanded. 'You sleep with men, you just answered your own fucking question.'

Craig looked down quickly and Greg couldn't help but smile a little; it seemed Mycroft hated Craig because he'd given Greg a blow job.

'Anthea, your turn,' Mycroft said, taking a swig of beer.

'Never have I ever...' the girl began, still staring at her BlackBerry, 'had sex in a cinema.'

Mycroft, Greg, and Sally all swallowed down a mouthful, Greg and Mycroft smirking at each other.

'I was horny,' Mycroft shrugged.

'The guy totally just started sucking my cock, what was I supposed to do?' Greg said.

'I jumped a chick sitting beside me, she was giving me the eye,' Sally smiled.

'And...?' BJ asked.

'Fuck off, you're not getting details,' Sally scowled. Suddenly her mobile buzzed and she took it out, flipping the screen open. Her eyes flicked up to Anthea, who was smiling, and Sally grinned before texting back.

'Oh that is so not fucking fair!' Justin shouted.

'Text me, Sal, I need to hear it,' Annette said.

Sally nodded and the straight guys in the group groaned.

'Declan,' Anthea nodded at the boy, signalling it was his turn.

'Oh, right,' Declan said, chewing on his lip. 'Never have I ever fucked some random person in my car.'

'Does fucking a bloke against a bike count?' Greg asked while Mycroft, BJ and Annie drank. Declan nodded and Greg swigged his beer. 'What? I was fucking horny and he had a gorgeous arse,' he said when Mycroft chuckled. 'What about you?'

'Some guy in the back of my Jag, I can't remember who,' Mycroft shrugged.

'Mm, shagging in a Jag,' Annie hummed. 'I had sex with my ex-boyfriend in the back of his truck; fucking cold, let me tell you.'

'Well, babe, I'll just have to shag you in the back of my BMW,' Declan smiled.

'Yeah, that's fucking romantic,' Patrick snickered, earning a punch in the arm from his best friend.

'Your turn, babe,' Declan said.

'Never have I ever,' Annie mused, 'thrown up on a stranger.' Everyone in the group drank and Annie said, 'What's wrong with you people?'

'Late partying,' Greg smiled.

'Too much alcohol,' Sally added.

'And you end up puking all over some poor fuck,' BJ finished.

Annie wrinkled her nose and Patrick said, 'My turn, m'kay... um... never have I ever snogged a bloke.'

Everyone apart from Patrick, Justin, BJ and Declan drank, and Mycroft said, 'What a stupid fucking question.'

'Half the people here are chicks,' Greg added.

'And half are fucking gay,' Craig said.

'Well fuck me, I'm sorry,' Patrick said. 'Go on, Emma, you ask a fucking amazing question.'

His girlfriend kissed him on the cheek and sat back, everyone waiting. 'Never have I ever driven while drunk.'

Mycroft and Greg both drank, everyone staring at them.

'Fucking idiots,' BJ said.

'Shut up,' Greg grunted.

'It was only once,' Mycroft hummed, sipping his beer again. 'Justin?'

'Ah... never have I ever... shagged someone,' Justin said, 'ten years older than me.'

Mycroft, Greg and Sally drank, everyone looking at them. 'I shagged a dude who was... probably about twenty-six,' Sally said. 'That's almost ten years older.'

'I shagged a forty-year-old,' Mycroft admitted.

'What the fuck?' Greg exclaimed.

Mycroft smiled at him. 'A hot forty-year-old, Gregory.'

'Still, he was like... twenty fucking years older than you.'

'And how old was this guy that you fucked?' Mycroft asked.

'Um... thirty-five?'

Mycroft snorted. 'How is that any better?'

'I didn't say it was any better,' Greg began, 'hey, don't change the fucking subject! My dude was still five years younger than yours!'

'So? It's only five years,' Mycroft shrugged.

'Bull-fucking-shit,' Greg said. 'What was the guy, some fucking sick cunt?'

Mycroft opened his mouth to retort when he realised everyone was staring at him and Greg. 'What?' he asked.

'Nothing,' Emma and Annie grinned, while everyone else smiled slyly.

'We just didn't realise you and Lestrade were dating as well as fucking,' Sally said.

Mycroft jolted and Greg said, 'We're not dating!'

'You sure 'bout that?' Sally asked.

'Yes!' Greg shouted.

'It seems like you are,' Anthea mused, Greg and Mycroft looking at her. 'You fight like all couples.'

'We're not-' Greg began.

'- a couple!' Mycroft finished.

'Ooh, they even finish each other's sentences,' BJ cackled.

'So bloody cute!' Annette said, Emma and Annie clapping.

'Fuck you all, you fucking pricks!' Greg said while Mycroft flipped them off.

'Anyway, my turn,' Annette said, still smiling at Greg and Mycroft. 'Never have I ever hit on someone while on a date with someone else.'

Craig, Patrick, Emma, and BJ drank deeply and Sally said, 'And that is why I stopped shagging you.'

BJ flipped her off and Mycroft looked at Greg. 'You really haven't?'

'Um... I've never been on a real date,' Greg admitted. Justin was passing around fresh beers and Greg took one before saying, 'I've taken blokes to parties before, but I've never hit on anyone else while I'm with them; I don't do that.'

Mycroft's blue eyes swept over Greg's face slowly before he nodded and turned back to face the circle.

'Never have I ever,' Craig said, 'yelled at a teacher.'

Greg, BJ, Sally, and Declan all drank deeply.

'Lestrade practically yelled at Mr Jambrook the other day, didn't you, Greggie?' Sally grinned.

'He was being a fucker,' Greg said dismissively. 'You yelled at Miss Latta, yeah?'

Sally nodded, face frowning as she thought about her and Greg's PE teacher. 'Fucking whore.'

Declan snickered and BJ said, 'Tell me about it. She goes on and on at you for twenty fucking minutes about shit that other people have done. And she isn't even hot.'

'You blokes are all about shagging, aren't you?' Emma mused.

'Look who's talking,' Annie said, nudging her friend.

'Okay, I've got a good one,' Sally said, 'never have I ever been in handcuffs.'

BJ, Patrick, Emma and Mycroft all drank, Greg staring at Mycroft.

'I was arrested a year ago,' BJ said.

'Me too,' Emma said, Patrick nodding that he'd been cuffed by the cops. Mycroft hadn't said anything and everyone looked at him.

'I do so enjoy being tied up,' Mycroft said, smiling coyly.

Greg felt his cock jump in his jeans and had to look away when Mycroft's bright blue eyes flicked to him.

'My turn, huh?' BJ said, ignoring the lust-filled look Mycroft was giving Greg. 'Never have I ever... taken drugs- and pot doesn't count.'

Greg scratched at his arm and kept his eyes on the ground as he took a sip, Mycroft doing the same beside him.

'No fucking way,' Sally said, eyes wide on Greg. 'What'd you do?'

'Um... I tried ecstasy a few times,' Greg admitted. 'Not my thing, I ended up throwing up everywhere once and getting a ride to the hospital to get my stomach pumped. My mum nearly fucking murdered me and now she does searches of my room every few weeks.'

Everyone's eyes turned to Mycroft. 'Cocaine,' he said.

'Seriously?' Greg asked.

Mycroft nodded. 'I used for about a year, just before I moved here. I got clean, though, I didn't like how it messed with my head.'

Greg kept staring at Mycroft, who closed the distance between them and pressed a soft kiss to Greg's lips.

'Honestly, Gregory,' he whispered. 'I have stopped, I don't have a problem anymore.'

'M'kay,' Greg murmured, kissing him back.

They didn't break apart until BJ kicked Greg and said, 'Your turn, fucker.'

Greg scowled at him but swigged back on his beer and chewed his lip. 'Never have I ever... had a threesome.'

'Shut the fuck up,' Sally said, 'you've never had a fucking threesome?'

'Nope,' Greg shook his head.

Sally stared at him before drinking from her beer, Mycroft, Justin, Annette, and Anthea all doing the same.

'Me and Annette fucked this chick we knew together,' Justin whistled. 'Best fucking night ever.'

'I shagged a chick and a bloke too,' Sally nodded.

'Two girls,' Anthea said. 'Yesterday, actually.'

'Hot damn,' BJ grinned, eyeing Anthea.

'I like tits, Benjamin,' Anthea hummed, tapping at her BlackBerry.

'If BJ gains some weight he'll have tits,' Greg snickered, dodging a smack from BJ and ending up on Mycroft's lap.

Mycroft smiled and wrapped both arms around his waist, Greg blushing brightly when the others snickered. 'I shagged two guys; one in front of me, one behind,' Mycroft said. 'The experience was very disappointing.'

Greg smiled at that and said, 'Your turn again, Mikey.'

They did a few more rounds, learning some very embarrassing stuff about each other. BJ was the one who said, 'Never have I ever shagged a mate,' forcing Greg, Mycroft, Anthea and Sally to all drink.

'Well, I haven't actually done it,' Anthea admitted, blue eyes flicking to Sally. 'But I plan to.'

Sally winked at her and the straight guys of the group practically burst right there.

'You, Lestrade?' Sally asked.

'Oh, well...' Greg blushed, shuffling about on Mycroft's lap. 'I shagged Dimmock.'

'You shagged Michael Dimmock?' BJ demanded.

'Yeah,' Greg nodded, ''bout a year ago.'

'Why?' Sally asked.

'Well, he thought he was bi, or maybe gay, so he talked me into letting him fuck me,' Greg said. 'We did, he realised he was bi, and... yeah.'

'So, what, just the once?' Sally asked.

Greg nodded. 'He's an awesome bloke, but definitely not my type.'

Sally nodded at that and said, 'Mikey?'

'Gregory,' Mycroft smirked and bit Greg's neck, maybe him groan and blush at the same time.

'Then... I guess I have to change my answer to... to Dimmock and Mikey,' Greg gasped when Mycroft had stopped biting him.

Mycroft just smiled and finished his beer.