A/N- Chapter 13.
I am so sorry for the silence! I went away for Christmas and wasn't able to write then came back for college and I've had to sort out my work experience so apologies.
Also I'm still continuing with the Christmas chapters. This seems weird considering we're in January but these chapters are important and I've started so I may as well finish.
IMPORTANT: This story does not follow the original timeline of the show. John and Sherlock meet before A Study in Pink and have been together for a year.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER COULD BE CONSIDERED RATED M IT GETS A BIT HOT AND HEAVY IN PLACES SO PLEASE BE AWARE OF THAT WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER. Unless like me you enjoy a bit of danger in your life and don't mind reading this next to your grandmother.
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Chapter 13- Part two- On the second day
On the second day of Christmas my Greg gave to me a series of dirty text messages.
''Sir the meeting is about to start,'' Anthea says, not looking up from her phone as her fingers type away at the small keyboard.
''Yes, thank you.''
Mycroft holds down the power button on his phone, slips it into his jacket pocket and goes into the meeting room. He sits down at one end of the table and waits for the rest of the members to arrive.
When the last of the members sits down and the chairman begins to start speaking Mycroft's phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. He jumps slightly at the vibration and takes the phone out of his pocket.
I swear I turned this off, He thinks to himself and taps the text message icon.
Hey ;) –GL
Gregory?
I can't talk at this very moment, Gregory, I'm in a meeting. –MH
Mycroft types out and looks up quickly to make sure that the other members haven't noticed his texting pushes the power button again before putting it back in his pocket.
''Under such circumstances our only option is to-''
Mycroft tries to focus his attention but his phone vibrates again and he gives a low groan of annoyance and retrieves his phone from his pocket once again.
But I'm so bored. –GL
Not to mention horny.–GL
Mycroft's eyes widen at the latest text message and his cheeks turn a slight pink.
Gregory, I really cannot talk right now. Besides shouldn't you be working? –MH
I'm in my office going through some paperwork. –GL
And I'm horny. –GL
Yes, I've established that. Why are you aroused by paperwork? –MH
It reminds me of you. –GL
Mycroft doesn't know whether to smile, laugh or blush from embarrassment. It is always nice to know that Greg thinks about him at work. It's even nicer to know that he gets turned on at the mere sight of something that reminds him of the man.
Does it turn you on? –GL
Does what turn me on? –MH
Knowing that I'm sitting here stroking myself over the thought of you. –GL
Mycroft's face burns bright crimson red now, the palms of his hands sweaty and his breath starts to quicken. The thought of Greg pleasuring himself makes Mycroft fidget in his seat and he starts to feel- No! This is not happening. This can't be happening right now. He thinks to himself but as he looks down at his trousers he realises that it is very much happening right now and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
''Mycroft,'' a voice suddenly breaks through Mycroft's worried thoughts, ''is everything alright?''
The chairman and the rest of the members, including Anthea are now all facing Mycroft and he pushes the phone down further in his lap.
''It's just that your face has turned a rather alarming shade of red.''
Mycroft swallows hard, forcing the lump in his throat to go down as he stares back at the chairman.
''Yes, thank you. It's just a bit hot in here.''
The chairman holds his gaze with Mycroft before looking at one of the members and tells them to open some of the windows.
Mycroft mumbles a thank you, hoping that the cold air will make some of the redness disappear.
The meeting carries on and he keeps his phone discreetly hidden underneath the table while continuing to look up at the chairman to avoid him knowing that instead of listening he's actually sexting his boyfriend. Or rather his boyfriend is sexting him.
You haven't answered my question. –GL
I think you know the answer. –MH
I want you to tell me. –GL
Yes. –MH
What else turns you on about me? –GL
Do I really have to tell you this? –MH
You don't really understand the idea of sexting do you? –GL
I understand it perfectly well thank you. I would just prefer not to be a part of it, especially when I'm in a meeting. –MH
You're not paying attention anyway so you may as well tell me. –GL
He has a point.
Well... your eyes are nice. –MH
My eyes are nice?! What kind of sexy talk is that? –GL
You didn't say you wanted it to be sexy. –MH
It's sexting Mycroft. The clue is in the name. –GL
Eyes can be sexy. –MH
You said they were nice. Not sexy. –GL
Fair point. –MH
Start again. –GL
And be sexy? –MH
Yes! –GL
OK. Well... I like your hands. –MH
What about my hands? –GL
The way they hold a gun and when your fingers run through my hair or draw circles on my back while we're lying in bed. –MH
Keep going. –GL
Your arms and how strong they are when they wrap around my waist. –MH
You're doing so well, keep going. –GL
Your legs and how long and muscular they are. Your neck, soft and warm and how you extend it so I can kiss every millimetre of skin. Your voice, deep and how you gasp and-
Mycroft has become so carried away that he has forgotten to look up and check that no one knows he is texting. He hears the clearing of a throat and looks up timidly to the members and the chairman all staring at him again.
''Mycroft, is there something wrong? For the past few minutes all your attention has been on whatever's in your lap instead of the conversation we are all trying to have,'' The chairman says, clearly annoyed about Mycroft interrupting for the second time.
''No, nothing is wrong. My apologies for disturbing you.''
The chairman sighs and turns back to carry on the conversation and Mycroft quickly sends the message to Greg before placing his hands on the table.
He waits for another message. Waits for the phone to vibrate in his lap. Waits and waits but Greg seems to have gone completely silent on him. Isn't that what you wanted? You need to focus on this meeting instead of sending him text messages the thoughts in his mind seem to shout but for some reason Mycroft feels upset that the messaging just stopped there.
''I agree with Mr Dugiuen that the next step is to-''
A vibration from Mycroft's lap sends a jolt through his spine and he glances down, swiping at the screen on his phone to look at the message.
In front of him, on the screen, is a picture of Greg smiling with his trousers pulled down to his knees and his exposed-
''Mycroft,'' Anthea whispers and he looks up to see her tap a finger at her watch and whispers that the meeting should be ending soon.
Nodding his head in response, Mycroft looks back at the phone and swipes his finger over the screen to message Greg back. He looks up again, taking a mental note of the time and looks back down to see that instead of swiping left to message Greg, he swiped right and the call screen appears in front of him.
Oh no. No. NO! Mycroft screams inside his head as he stares in horror at his phone which is now displaying Greg's picture. No I didn't want to call him! He frantically presses at his phone, taping the home button, the back button, anything that will make the call screen disappear.
''Mycroft this is the last time I shall-''
''Well, hello there, Mycroft. Has the meeting finished? Good because I'm just on my way to your flat, thought I'd surprise you. Meet me there in fifteen minutes. I'll be in the bedroom, naked and laid out for you on the bed,'' Greg's voice, low and husky voice fills the room before ending the call and the whole room descends into silence.
Mycroft can only drop the phone into his lap and cover his hand over his mouth, closing his eyes in sheer embarrassment. The chairman clears his throat and Mycroft tenses up slightly.
''Um... well then. It seems we will have to continue this at another date. Mycroft if I could speak to outside in private please.''
Mycroft stands up, placing the phone into his pocket, grabbing his umbrella and walks behind the man, ignoring the staring and whispers of those left in the room.
He goes out into the corridor, shutting the door behind him and looks at the chairman. He opens his mouth, the start of an apology forming on his lips before the chairman raises his hand and shakes his head. His face is stern and Mycroft knows that he won't be able to back out of this one lightly.
''Mycroft,'' the man begins, placing one hand on Mycroft's shoulder,'' does your boyfriend have any friends?''
-X-
''Oh my god, Mycroft, I am so sorry!''
''Don't be, it's not your fault. I should have been listening instead of texting.'' Mycroft picks up his phone and throws it onto the bed. ''Stupid thing. Why did I think it was a good idea to buy a blasted smartphone?''
''Because it means you can send me naughty pictures.'' Greg winks and pulls the man in for a hug, leaning up to kiss his forehead.
''Yes, well, I think I have been traumatised by what's happened today to send another 'naughty' picture again.''
''Oh, Myc, you didn't get in too much trouble did you?'' Greg asks, his forehead wrinkling in worry.
''Surprisingly no. He just explained that perhaps next time my phone should be turned off when in meetings. He even asked if you had any friends,'' Mycroft says, raising a suggestive eyebrow as he pulls a laughing Greg closer to him.
''I still can't believe everyone in that meeting heard what I said! I'm so embarrassed.''
''You're embarrassed?! Try sitting in front of people who used to respect you and them hearing your boyfriend say all sorts of private things.'' Mycroft pokes Greg in chest which sends him into another fit of giggles.
''Speaking of private things, did you like the picture I sent you?'' Greg asks, biting his lip and undoing the buttons on Mycroft's suit.
''Of course I did,'' Mycroft says in a low voice, working the belt away from Greg's trousers.
''Want to get a closer look?''
''God yes.''
A/N: mystrade sexy times? Yes please! Johnlock chapter next.
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