-Where do you think you are taking me?
Mycroft's voice sounded more tired than he had intended. He had been taken out of bed in what Greg had described as a 'romantic escapade' but Mycroft felt it was more like he had been violently kidnapped. Not many people had interrupted his sleep before and lived to tell the tale.
-I've had this idea for weeks now; I can't get it off my mind, please just bear with me.
They were both whispering into the darkness as they attempted to run on their tiptoes through the empty halls of the castle.
-Greg, it's three in the morning on a Thursday, what is so important that can't wait until tomorrow?
Greg reckoned Mycroft looked simply adorable in his snug blue pajamas, constantly rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake. He knew his boyfriend definitely wasn't the best at dealing with lack of sleep. Greg couldn't help but smile at the sight of Mycroft yawning for the hundredth time that night.
-Just come. You'll see soon enough.
A few more left turns and they arrived at their destination: fifth floor behind the fourth door to the left of a statue of Boris the Bewildered.
-The prefects' bathroom?
Greg tried to look innocent.
-You are Head Boy, I'm captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team; we are not technically breaking any rules here.
-Gregory, it's three in the morning! We are breaking many rules! Besides, I don't think the intended purpose of the prefects' bathroom is snogging, sir captain.
-Well, I wasn't thinking of snogging, not particularly...
Greg's devious smile was enough to make Mycroft suddenly very aware of how tight his pajama pants were getting in the crotch area. Greg didn't wait for Mycroft reply, and without wasting another second, whispered the password.
- 'Maximam voluptatem'
A second later Greg had dragged Mycroft inside by the hand.
Mycroft wasn't particularly fond of that bathroom. He had used it before, yes, but it was so far away from the dungeons and, as Greg had pointed out, one could never know if they would walk in on a couple snogging. If he had been asked, he would have never predicted he would become one of those people. Really, who knew?
Gregory had already gotten rid of most of his clothes and had practically jumped into the pool, wearing pants only. The sight of his half naked boyfriend covered in soap and water was all but tempting, but Mycroft took his time in taking his own clothes off. He first got rid his pajama bottoms, and sat on the edge of the pool, his legs hanging into the water, a bit embarrassed about the tiny white pants we wore mostly to bed, but there was not much he could do about that now. Gregory came to him, swimming rapidly, and laid his hands on his thighs.
-Take your top off too.
-Well, someone's impatient tonight.
Mycroft didn't even try to conceal his pleased smile.
-And I don't know if I should, Gregory; you didn't come to Hogsmeade with me last week.
He was teasing and Greg knew it. He started laying soft kisses up and down Mycroft's legs.
-I'm sorry; you know I had an emergency practice.
Mycroft kept playing offended for a bit longer.
-Well, you didn't even ask how it went.
Mycroft's fingers began playing with Greg's soaked hair as he spoke.
-You would have liked the story.
Gregory let out a small laugh and looked at Mycroft in the eye.
-I would? What did you eat, then?
-Oh this and that, you know.
Mycroft mimicked Greg's teasing smile.
-You should also know that Anthea is upset with you; she says as you don't take me out to dinner as much, she ends up putting weight right along with me.
Greg focused his attention back to Mycroft's legs.
-I hadn't noticed. Not with you there.
Mycroft took a hand to his pudgy belly, and rubbed it over his pajamas.
-I don't really blame you. It's been two pounds already this week.
Greg let out a moan that was muffled by Mycroft's thigh.
-You are the worst of teases, Mycroft Holmes. And a liar. Take that damn top off, I beg of you.
He tugged at his pajama. Mycroft laughed but finally complied, the look on Greg's face making him feel not less than worshiped. He looked positively like Christmas had come early as he reached out to trace a pinkish stretch mark on Mycroft's side with his index finger. Mycroft frowned a bit.
-That one must be new. Hadn't noticed it before.
Greg tried to articulate a coherent sentence but all that came out of his mouth was a half whispered 'Oh!' as he bit on his lower lip. His gaze found Mycroft's.
-You are still ok with this?
It was more of a question than a statement. Mycroft hadn't expected to hear that, and seemed a bit taken aback. He smiled reassuringly.
-You are kidding. I'm great with this, Greg. Really.
He placed his hand over Gregory's and motioned him to begin massaging his stomach. The feeling was unbelievable and, for some reason, it sent waves of heat directly to Mycroft's lower belly. Gregory had blushed all over, and was biting his lip with such force as he massaged him that Mycroft feared there would soon be blood. Mycroft cupped his face with both his hands and, lowering his head, kissed him tenderly.
-It's ok, relax. I'm fine.
Greg smiled in relief and kissed Mycroft back with renewed intensity. His hands started tugging at Mycroft's underwear, so he lifted his hips a bit to allow Greg to get them off. He then got rid of his own, and Mycroft could see both pairs of pants floating away placidly on the water. They both remained quiet for a second, only the occasional droplet of water falling from a tap breaking the silence between them.
-I don't think we've ever been naked in front of each other before.
Greg's voice was but a whisper.
-What are you even talking about Gregory? Have you forgotten about the library completely?
He fake gasped for effect.
-Should I feel offended?
Greg relaxed and even laughed a bit.
-I don't mean like that, I mean like proper naked. I didn't even get a good look at… you that time.
Mycroft was suddenly very aware that he was 'proper naked' as Greg had put it. He looked at his boyfriend's bare chest, and then at his own, not being able to help noticing the remarkable contrast between both. Greg's was not muscular, but definitely toned, his skin tanner from practicing shirtless when the weather allowed, his taut and firm stomach getting lost in the water. Mycroft's body couldn't be more different from his; his skin was painfully white, a sea of freckles covering his shoulders and a bit of his arms, soft peaks for a chest, and a protruding belly underneath, not a bit of muscle to be seen, not a bit of firmness. He had been told thousands of times he should have felt disgust, but he didn't. He simply didn't.
-And now that you have, what do you think?
Greg's cheeks became even pinker.
-You are pretty fucking perfect, honestly.
He hadn't hesitated for a second. Mycroft blushed right along with him.
-And you have the nicest tush.
Greg added with half a smile. Mycroft had to laugh.
-You haven't even seen it yet, I'm sitting down!
-Well then, come here.
He put his arms around Mycroft's lower back and urged him to get into the water. A second later they were embracing in the pool, forehead to forehead, lips but a millimeter away.
-This was all a clever scheme to touch my butt, wasn't it?
-Can you blame me?
-No, not really.
Mycroft placed his hands over Greg's and squished his own bum hard.
-Even I can't keep my hands away…
-You are a fiend, but one with a great body, I give you that.
Mycroft's mouth interrupted Greg's compliment, all but colliding into his. The water around them was still warm, but it felt somehow cool against their skin. Mycroft felt Gregory's hand cupping him first and then stoking him mercilessly.
-What was it that you ate then?
Mycroft was confused for a second, but immediately realized what Greg was referring to.
-Chicken and ham pie, for starters. Sausages with bacon and fried tomatoes, afterwards. You wouldn't believe how good it all was. And then, of course, dessert.
Mycroft's hands kept scanning Greg's arms and back, his chest, his thighs, purposely avoiding his erection, but teasing the area around it as well. Greg let out a whimper as he placed his free hand on Mycroft's flabby side and leaned on him so as to get some friction on his cock.
-Fuck. What-what was it?
-Gregory, are you straddling my leg?
-Uh, apparently.
Mycroft grabbed his hips and pushed him closer. The feeling of his erection against his skin, the skilled strokes on his own penis, everything making him lose his cool at a surprising fast rate. He tried to keep talking without it showing too much, but it proved to me more difficult than anticipated.
-Chocolate tart.
He gasped as orgasm seemed to be approaching.
-We… I asked for extra strawberries. And cream.
Greg was increasing his pace, and though Mycroft found it hard to describe his meal as he thrusted into his hand, he kept talking the best he could.
-It was too good for words, I swear. I… oh, God, Greg, keep going.
He let his head roll back and bit his lip in pleasure.
-This is actually making me hungry as we speak.
The sound Greg made when he came was enough to send Mycroft over the edge as well. They stood there for a bit, embracing each other, and trying not to fall down into the water and drown in ecstatic bliss. Greg only spoke after a minute or so.
-Well, this water's ruined.
-I would say. Shall we empty the pool?
-I couldn't live with myself if I knew someone bathed here after us.
They got rid of the water, not without retrieving their pants first, and dried themselves swiftly by its side. By the time they got their pajamas back on, it was past four thirty.
-Did you mean it? When you said you were hungry?
Mycroft looked at him with interest.
-What do you have in mind?
-The elves are sleeping, but we can sneak into the kitchens anyway. There's always leftovers there. It's not Hogsmeade's chocolate tart, but I saw you enjoyed the jam doughnuts last night. What do you say?
Mycroft's smile widened considerably.
-You are a fiend. Fine, but only because now that you have planted that thought in my head, I won't be able to get to sleep unless I eat something first. But it'd be your fault if I fall asleep in the middle of Potions tomorrow.
-I'll be there to smack you on the head, darling.