Could You Imagine? PART 2
A/N: I feel Mycroft is a tad OOC in this, but I really dig Badass!Lestrade knowing it all when it comes to men.
So yeah, deal. ;)
R&R!
The taxi ride to Lestrade's place hadn't been a long one, just too far to walk, which is probably why Lestrade favoured the bar.
"Could you imagine what would happen if Sherlock found out?" He stressed.
"It's not half as bad for you," Mycroft commented, "He's my bloody brother."
Lestrade had never heard Mycroft curse before, but it shot a nice tingle up his spine and brought on a rush of images of Mycroft swearing in other, sexier circumstances.
Lestrade's house was nice, so Mycroft said so.
"Thanks. DI's get paid pretty well these days. We just don't get much time to use it." He replied, heading to the bar to prepare some drinks. Mycroft nodded, knowing the feeling. He sat down on a bar stool.
"So do you go to… you know, often?"
Lestrade blushed, grinning a little and passing a drink over to Mycroft. He nodded.
"I'm a bit of a celebrity there, for some reason."
"Quite a catch, I'm sure," Mycroft said, winking. He was surprised how well they'd hit it off. It was almost worth the lack of orgasm. Almost.
"Sorry to drag you away from what promised to be a good night, then." Mycroft grinned, and so did Lestrade.
"Night's not over yet," he said, and leant over the bar to kiss Mycroft fair on the lips. A thousand reasons why this was a bad idea ran through Mycroft's head, most of them involving Sherlock. Sod Sherlock, he thought as Lestrade sauntered around the bar.
Mycroft laid his arms over Lestrade's shoulders and leant down to kiss him, the bar stool giving him a good few inches height advantage. Their tongues fought for domination for a while before Mycroft was victorious and thrust his into Lestrade's mouth, exploring and tasting liquor.
Lestrade's hands ventured downwards, unbuttoning Mycroft's shirt and pushing it and his coat off. He ran cool hands down Mycroft's chest, causing Mycroft to moan into his mouth. When he reached Mycroft's pants, however, he stayed with palming the throbbing erection, neglected skin remaining untouched for just a little longer. He moaned in frustration and Lestrade smiled against his mouth.
Then pants were unzipped and the warm heat that had captured Mycroft's mouth was now wrapped around his cock, sucking hard.
Mycroft breathed in harshly and accidentally bucked into Lestrade's mouth. The feeling of choking around him would have ended it right then and there – it had been a while, after all – if the DI hadn't pulled away, subjecting Mycroft to a sharp temperature change in the cool night air.
Lestrade pulled him off the chair, marched him up the stairs and threw himself on top of his on the bed.