Alright, here it is! I know you've all been waiting desperately for this chapter, and I have complied.
For those of you only reading for the smutty bits, what has happened so far: Mycroft and Greg meet to discuss Sherlock, Greg asks him on a date, it goes well, they kiss in the car, Greg invites Mycroft in. Mycroft has been adorably nervous throughout. I highly suggest reading the other chapters, but that is only because I want more readers.
For those of you who have waited, my many thanks! There will be more to come. Reviews are, as always, the best thing a writer can ask for. Thanks a million to those who have already reviewed. You have all made my day. Without further ado, on with the reading! Cheers! ~roxxie
Somehow Gregory and Mycroft went from standing outside to laying on Greg's couch making out. Looking back, neither men could say how it happened. It just did.
"Mycroft…" Greg moaned slowly, letting the name slip off his lips. It felt so right to be here, doing this with Mycroft. Greg was incredibly glad he'd not over thought things. Then all thoughts slipped away when their hips ground together, rubbing their clothed erections against each other. The friction was amazing and Greg wondered vaguely why he'd given up on men.
Mycroft was beyond thoughts. He was enjoying himself immensely, and didn't want it to ever stop. He was also nervous about it not stopping. Mycroft wasn't technically a virgin, but the first time (and last time) he'd had sex had not gone well. Mycroft had been in college, pining after a boy in his class. Ian. He had been gorgeous, popular, athletic… Mycroft was in deep. Ian didn't even know he existed, of course. Then, one night at a dorm party Mycroft had unwittingly been dragged to, they finally met. Ian had been drunk, and come after Mycroft.
"Hello gorgeous. My name's Ian. Don't we have a class together or something?"
"Uh… um… hi! Yes, we do have a class together. Two actually. My name's Mycroft Holmes. Call me Mycroft. That's stupid, of course you'd call me Mycroft. I mean, um… hi?" Mycroft could barely get a breathy word out without stuttering, in awe that he was actually talking to the most handsome man he'd ever met (in his defense, he was only sixteen). Luckily for him he didn't have to do much talking. Ian was very chatty and the alcohol didn't help. Thirty minutes later he was dragging poor Mycroft to his room. Young, timid, shy Mycroft who'd never even had a boyfriend. And that night he'd given himself up to Ian, an older boy he barely knew. It had hurt, it had ached, and he'd told himself that was how it was supposed to go. He had been too lovestruck to say anything in protest, to ask Ian to stop. Ian didn't.
The next morning Mycroft had woken up broken and alone in Ian's room. The next time he heard from him was three days later. He tried to talk to Ian, tried to ask him if it meant anything, but he ignored him or rudely brushed him off.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Holmes. Nothing happened. I'm straight, for Christ's sake! Run off, you lonely poof."
After that horrible rejection, Mycroft swore to himself he would never try again. He cried himself to sleep night after night, and swore he'd never have sex, never even look at anyone like that. In many ways, it was the last straw for him. After that he became cold and distant; the Iceman.
Now he was lying here, with Gregory Lestrade, and he had no clue what to do. He felt hopeless and scared, like he had that night, and he didn't know what to say. Luckily for him Greg picked up on his reluctance and spoke up.
"Mycroft, what's wrong? Are we moving too fast? We can stop, if you'd like." It was the last thing Greg wanted himself, but he could sense Mycroft tensing up.
"I'm fine," he said roughly.
"Mycroft, I know you're not. ...just tell me about it." Greg could tell he was needed.
"It's just… I… I mean… I'm not a-a virgin or anything… I g-guess I just…." Mycroft was finding it harder and harder to speak, his throat closing up. Gregory would leave him. He'd leave him just like Ian left him.
"Mycroft? How many times have you had sex?" asked Greg, picking up on the problem immediately. He wasn't a DI for no reason, after all.
Mycroft looked down as his face turned redder than his hair. "O-once," he barely whispered. "It didn't go well," he added.
"Oh, Mycroft, its okay. It's okay, I'm not going to force you or anything. It's okay. I swear." Usually Greg wasn't this caring or thoughtful. It must be the alcohol, he told himself.
Mycroft looked up at Gregory's soft brown eyes, filled with nothing but the truth. Well, the truth and a healthy dose of arousal.
"We can stop, if you'd like. I won't think any less of you." It was at that moment that Mycroft knew he'd found the perfect man for him. Something deep inside him clicked and he lunged back forcefully, capturing Gregory's lips in a searing kiss.
Greg, very confused at everything that had just went down, made the wise decision of going with the flow. Now they were back to kissing sloppily and rubbing together. Slowly, almost reverently, Greg reached down and found the edge of Mycroft's jumper. His hand crawled underneath the jumper and softly caressed the skin of Mycroft's stomach, feeling the downy hair there. Mycroft's breath hitched at the gentle touch. He was feeling such wonderful feelings, feelings he was completely unfamiliar with. Now Gregory's hands moved to take his jumper off, and he let him. Quickly, he unbuttoned Gregory's shirt and pulled it off as well.
Greg started planting kisses down Mycroft's jaw and neck, nipping at the skin there. He knew he probably shouldn't mark the government official, but he couldn't help himself. He bit down hard on a spot just above Mycroft's collar bone and the man gasped. Greg licked at the spot he'd just been biting, Mycroft now moaning and wrapping his hands in Greg's hair. He continued to move down, kissing at the other man's chest before he reached his nipples. He softly bit one and smiled as Mycroft gasped and writhed under his touch.
"Oh, Gregory…" he moaned. Greg moved to the next one and did the same. Mycroft continued moaning wantonly beneath him.
He quickly undid Mycroft's fly and yanked his trouser down below his knees. Mycroft threw them off and Gregory did the same.
"Should we take this to the bedroom?" asked Greg. He knew it was a cheesy line, but he had nothing else to say and was too worked up to care. They got up and he lead Mycroft through the hallway to his bedroom. It was small, but he had a big bed and windows which were casting moonlight into the room. He pushed Mycroft on the bed and started nuzzling his belly, just under his bellybutton. He slowly pushed Mycroft's pants down to free his erection. He was impressed.
"Christ… Mycroft, you're massive!" Mycroft chuckled lightly under his breath. He was used to people being amazed at him, although never in this situation. Still, it was a comforting thought.
Greg leaned down slowly and kissed the head of his cock, licking the pre-come off. He heard Mycroft whimper, but he didn't say anything so Greg continued. He took Mycroft in his mouth all at once, making the other man groan in sheer pleasure. Greg hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, running his tongue along the underside of Mycroft's long cock. He had never done this before, but he'd gotten more than his fair share of blow jobs and tried to copy what had been done to him.
Mycroft was trying his hardest to stay still and not start thrusting wildly into Gregory's hot wet mouth. Why hadn't he done more of this? All the reasons he had for not having sex seemed miles away. His hands wound themselves in Gregory's soft salt-and-pepper hair and stayed there. Soon he felt a coiling in his gut and tugged Greg's hair sharply, bringing his head up.
"No! I don't want it to end like this. ...I want to do this right." Greg understood immediately and moved up to kiss Mycroft deeply. He reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He'd gotten it, along with some butt plugs and a Clay Aiken CD, as a gag gift from the guys at the Yard. If only they knew he was really going to use this on Sherlock's brother…
As Mycroft lay back, his head propped up on some pillows so he could watch, Greg drizzled some lube onto his fingers. He circled one around Mycroft's tight pink entrance, making both men shiver with pleasure. He looked up and met Mycroft's eyes. He nodded, giving him permission, and Greg slowly pushed his finger into Mycroft.
Mycroft's breathing suddenly grew ragged and he moaned softly. Greg kept going until his finger was all the way in. Then he gently pulled out and pushed back in, fucking Mycroft on his finger. Mycroft kept up a steady stream of groaning, interrupted by the occasional 'please!' but Greg didn't speed up. He wanted Mycroft to be properly stretched so it wouldn't hurt. He had never had sex with a man, but he'd watched a lot of porn when he was younger. He remembered it clearly, rubbing himself while watching two muscled men going at it. Now he got to relive the fantasy with himself in it.
When he felt Mycroft was ready, he eased in another finger. Mycroft's groans increased in volume and he started rocking back and forth, wanting more contact. When Greg crooked his fingers Mycroft's shout probably woke up all the neighbors. Neither of them cared. He had hit Mycroft's prostate, and now Mycroft was really rocking back and forth.
"Please, Gregory… please!" Greg couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his fingers out, earning himself a whimper from Mycroft. Quickly he slathered his cock in lube and placed the head at Mycroft's entrance. Mycroft instinctively wrapped his legs around Gregory's waist. He felt a moment of uneasiness, and looked up to Mycroft.
His face was one of the most beautiful things Greg had ever seen. Mycroft's cheeks were tinted a light pink color, his hair completely disheveled, and his pupils were completely blown. He looked miles away from the minor British government official who always wore a three piece suit and was alway, always in control. And that was the moment Greg knew he'd found the perfect man for him.
"Please!" Mycroft moaned quietly, and Greg pushed in. The tight, wet heat was almost too much to bare and Greg stopped moving entirely. Partly to let Mycroft adjust and partly to stop himself from coming too soon. This was nothing like having sex with a woman. He shifted his weight and leaned down to kiss Mycroft, their lips molding together perfectly. After a minute of soft sweet kisses, Mycroft couldn't stand it anymore. He again started rocking, feeling Gregory fill him entirely. It was an exquisite feeling that he never wanted to lose. It hadn't been like that with Ian. Ian had been rough, painful. Gregory was careful and good.
Greg started thrusting, slowly at first. They settled into a torturously slow pace, both men wanting it to go faster but not wanting it to end. Mycroft met him thrust for thrust, his hips leaving the bed as he pushed Gregory deeper into himself. As they moved together they continued to kiss, their passion growing and their pace increasing.
Finally Greg couldn't stand going that slow. He started thrusting harder and Mycroft let out an animalistic sound.
"Yes, please! Moremoremoremoremore!" Gregory found that sweet spot within Mycroft, and now both men were seeing stars behind their eyes. Greg knew he wouldn't last long like this, so he wrapped his hand around Mycroft's cock and started tugging, his thumb running over the head and using his pre-come as a lubricant.
Greg's hand and his lips and his cock were all working together to bring Mycroft to climax. He was in such bliss, all thought were completely gone. Usually there was always an annoying buzz of deductions and ideas and plans running through the back of Mycroft's brain, but now everything was silent. Mycroft had always needed to control everything, but giving himself up to Gregory came so easily to him. He found he trusted the man more than anyone else.
Mycroft writhed violently as Greg's thumb dipped into his slit. "Gregory.. I'm- oh God! I… I'm gonna…" He couldn't get the words out as he came hard into Gregory's hand.
Greg felt Mycroft tighten around his cock and his vision went white as he climaxed, emptying himself deep into Mycroft. He could feel Gregory come inside him which just intensified his own orgasm.
They both came down from their highs and laid together, falling asleep in a post-orgasmic haze.