Greg couldn't keep his leg from bouncing as he waited for Reginald to pull up to the house. He'd been texting Mycroft off and on, now they were a block and a half away, he was tempted to run the rest of the way to the house. Traffic was horrible this time of day and his patience was almost non-existent. When his phone rang, he answered it instinctively. "Lestrade here."
"Gregory? Where are you, I would have thought you would be here by now?"
The voice came through the phone in a breathless tone. "Myc? I'm stuck in traffic, are...are you ok? Don't tell me you started..." He would punish him if he did, something he knew they would both enjoy.
"Well you're not very well here right at this moment and I've been thinking about you all morning..."
"Jesus Myc, I'm on my way! You can wait another ten minutes can't you? For me?" He changed his tone. He knew Mycroft melted when he used that tone, would give him anything he asked for and from the moan on the other end of the phone, this time was no different.
"Ten minutes Gregory, ten minutes and I will start without you, so please. Be my wonderfully perfect husband and get here in ten or less, if possible."
"Fuck, yeah, yeah ok Myc. I got you, I'm on my way now." Greg hung up the phone, leaned forward in the seat and told Reginald to run the light. "I 'll take care of the ticket and whatever else Reg, just...just go through the light and get me home as fast as possible."
As the driver complied, Greg mentally went over anything he could that would make time move faster and calm his libido down. Nothing worked, Mycroft's voice was in his head, those words like a constant heartbeat, ten minutes, looking at his watch he noticed he had seven minutes left. Which for him seemed like an eternity because it'd been almost a week since they had had any type of alone time. Greg missed his husband, hated coming home so late at night that the tall ginger would already be in bed, a book open on his lap as he had fallen asleep waiting for him. He hated the fact that some mornings Mycroft would be gone when he finally did wake up for the day, just to repeat the same pattern. There had been a few times when they'd both be at home together, things heating up between them and then someone's phone would ring. They would ignore it the first few times until it went to their cells. Greg hated it...hated it more than anything because he loved his husband. Almost from the first day he saw Mycroft, he's loved him. It hadn't been easy, his feelings for the other but it had been well worth it.
By the time they pulled up in front of the house, Greg was more than ready to spend the rest of the day in bed with his husband. Leaving the car in a rush, Greg entered the house, handed the valet his coat and briefcase then headed up the stairs two at a time. When he reached the door to their suite he paused to catch his breath. Turning the knob on the door he slowly pushed it open and walked in.
"Myc?" Greg called softly, the sent of spiced apple filled the air as he looked around the room. He saw the light on in the bathroom and headed in that direction. Pushing the door open he stepped into the room. Looking around, he saw his husband standing beside the large round tub in the middle of the room. He didn't miss the blush on Mycroft's face or the fact that all he had on was a bathrobe. Slowly pulling off his tie and pulling his shirt from his pants, Greg moved towards the tall ginger with a wicked grin on his face. "What are you doing in here Myc?"
Mycroft had been listening for Greg's arrival, when he'd initially walked into the suite, Mycroft had wanted to answer but knew he'd figure it out when he noticed the bathroom light was on. "I thought it would be nice to make use of our tub." He glanced down then back up at Greg. "Was that the wrong assumption?" He knew the answer, could see it written all over Greg's face. He watched as the broad, tan body was revealed to him. Tried his best to stand still and wait until Greg had told him to disrobe or removed the robe himself. When Greg had removed his tie and shirt, Mycroft couldn't help but stare at the broad chest, his fingers twitching to reach out and touch the skin and light covering of hair. Taking a deep breath, Mycroft watched as Greg's tan hands reached for the buckle of his belt, slowly undoing it. Trying to control his breathing, he could feel the heat curling through him, the need to have his husband and to be had by him was beginning to turn Mycroft's brain off. Taking a deep breath he watched as Greg slowly moved towards him, unbuttoning his slacks then just as slowly, sliding the zipper down.
At Mycroft's soft whimper of need, Greg stopped, his hand pausing half way through the motion. "Are you ok Myc?" He knew the answer, could see it written in the ice blue eyes, heard it in the way the tall ginger's breathing had changed. Sliding his zipper all the way down, Greg kept his gaze trained on Mycroft's face and couldn't help the curl of pleasure that went through him at the look on the other man's face. Walking closer, Greg let his hands fall slowly to his sides, knowing full well how he looked to the tall ginger from the excitement that was making Mycroft shiver. Greg didn't stop until he was standing before him. Close enough to smell the smooth scent uniquely Mycroft's. He felt his mouth water as he thought about the things he planned to do to his partner tonight. Reaching forward, he pulled at the tie on the robe, waiting until it slid from around the trim waist and fell to the floor.
Taking a deep breath, Mycroft realized his mistake when the only scent to hit him belonged to Greg. The earthy scent that reminded him of the countryside after a good, hard rain. He tried his best to stand still when Greg slowly pulled the robe open, his eyes never leaving his face. Mycroft couldn't help the sudden attack of nerves when Greg slid the robe slowly off his shoulders and down his arms. Shivering, he looked into the warm chocolate brown eyes, "Gregory..." He couldn't help the sigh when he felt the tan fingers caressing his arms gently. When the robe was puddled around his feet, Mycroft let out a soft breath. He knew this side of the man in front of him, the wickedly, gentle man that would drive him to the brink of orgasm then catch him as he fell over the edge.
"How was your day, Myc?" Greg knew what was going on in the head of the man in front of him. Knew that he was trying to hide his embarrassment and control his reactions but Greg wouldn't let him this time. He would let him talk then let things go from there. "Tell me how things went with Sherlock, no issues?"
Mycroft felt the breath passing across his lips, shivered as the tan hands on his arms slid up and over his elbows, watched as Greg asked his questions and struggled to form answers. "The, uh, the day went well. Just a few minor things to handle at the office but nothing I couldn't handle from home or let Anthea deal with." He shivered as Greg pressed a kiss against the side of his neck. Biting back a moan he struggled to tell him about his meeting with Sherlock. "Sherlock dropped by to...to," He let out a small gasp as he felt a hand slid across his chest, tweaking one nipple then slowly, tantalizingly teasing the other in the same way. He couldn't hold back the moan as he felt Greg lave one then the other with his tongue, a slow lick, light and teasing.
Greg smiled as he noticed Mycroft hadn't finished his answer. Biting first one nipple then pinching the other, he looked up at him. "You didn't finish telling me about Sherlock, Myc." Greg knew from seeing the younger Holmes earlier, they hadn't had any issues but he still wanted Mycroft to tell him.
Shivering, Mycroft looked at Greg with heavy lidded eyes, licking his suddenly dry lips, he answered. "He came by to ask if...if he and John could marry at the house in Sussex. I...I agreed, Gregory, please..." Mycroft groaned as he tried to finish his explanation. He felt Greg step back and missed the heat of the shorter man. Reaching for him, Mycroft let out a frustrated noise.
Greg grinned and finished undressing, "And of course you will let them use the house in Sussex? Why not make it a wedding gift, Myc? You know you can afford it and it would also be one less headache for you in the long run. You know how John enjoys taking vacations and Sherlock would most definitely be agreeable, which makes more time for..." Greg looked the tall, posh ginger up and down from head to toe with a slow, sweeping look, stopping at his face. Mycroft always developed a case of nerves when it came to being nude in front of Greg, so the blush covering his face and slowly spreading wasn't a surprise. Smiling softly, Greg held his hand out to the other man and said softly, "Come join me in the tub, Myc. We haven't had much chance to enjoy it since we've had it put in." He stepped in slowly, hand still held out. He waited silently as the tall, pale man moved forward and placed his trembling hand in Greg's. He smiled up at him and released a soft sigh, he hadn't expected Mycroft to give in, usually it was a battle of wills but tonight seemed to be different. Mycroft seemed to be watching him, observing him in a different way. "Something on your mind Myc?" He pulled the other man into the tub with him, groaning softly at the feel of the hot water on his tired body.
Flushing, Mycroft stepped into the tub and followed Greg down into the water. "No, I was just thinking about the look on Sherlock's face. It was one I had not seen since we were children, before he realized how cruel the world really could be." Mycroft had been surprised by the smile that had curved his brothers mouth, the way his eyes lit up all due to a text message from John.
"Love can change a person Myc. I mean, you think you're the same person from when we first met? I know I'm not and I'm glad for it." He pulled Mycroft closer, loving the way his blush seemed to deepen. Pressing a kiss against the lips in front of him he whispered, "You've changed, love. You smile more and are more responsive and open to a number of new things." Greg could see the self doubt in the ice blue depths. "I'll show you just how much you've changed. We're going to do this and we'll do it together." Greg pulled him closer until Mycroft was straddling his lap. He loved this position for them because it gave him the advantage of watching the pale, ginger fall apart.
Mycroft shivered at the feel of the man beneath him, pressing his hips down he groaned at the hips rolling beneath his his. He's missed these times with his husband, being able to just relax and ignore the world for a few hours. Sliding his arms around the broad shoulders, he laid his head down, gasping softly as they moved against each other, grinding slowly. Panting softly, Mycroft pressed small kisses against Greg's neck. "Gregory, please..."
"God...Myc...I've missed you, missed doing this to you, with you." Greg moaned as he felt the lips against his neck. Biting and teasing little nips that always reminded him that his husband was indeed human and had feelings. Sliding his hands over the body above him, Greg slowly rolled his hips against Mycroft's, loving the way he moaned and pressed closer. Greg held him still and pressed up, making sure that both their erections brushed against each other. He smiled at the tremor than ran through the other man, thrusting up, he placed his hands on the pale thighs, sliding up and down slowly. Then gently but firmly, Greg placed his hands on Mycroft's hips and gripped them tightly. He held Mycroft still, forcing him to look down at him and wait.
Shaking, Mycroft tried to catch his breath. Something he found difficult to do when all he wanted was to rub himself against the tan, muscular body beneath his, to ease the tension thrumming through him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked into the dark orbs surrounded by dark chocolate rings and smiled. He would let Greg lead tonight, follow him where he wanted to go because he knew that in the end Greg would catch him, he was always be there when he needed him the most. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss against the soft, pink lips. Nodding his head, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes as Greg moved beneath him, thrusting up in a slow, steady rhythm.
It didn't take long for them to reach a rhythm that pleased them both. Greg kissed every inch of Mycroft he could reach, loving the sounds falling from his lips. When he felt Mycroft shiver against him Greg let out a little huff and grasped the pale hips, holding them tightly. He whispered words of encouragement as he felt him raise up and position himself over Greg's erection. Gasping, Greg tried to stop him, "Jesus, My...Myc wait. Y-you, fuck...w-we haven't..." Greg groaned out load as he felt the tight hole close around him. His head fell back against the tub and his thighs trembled with the effort to remain still. He could feel the heat and tightness of the man above him, thrilled in the way he made the decision to move things forward. It wasn't until Mycroft was seated completely that he released a soft groan. Panting softly, Greg knew he wasn't going to last long, the build up from earlier this morning came back to remind him just how long it's been for them.
Mycroft shifted slightly, needing to be as close to Greg as possible. As he moved to adjust his position, he groaned as he felt Greg slide deeper. Using his legs to lift himself up and then down, he rode Greg. Both of them moving together in a symphony of low groans and scattered gasps. Mycroft wrapped his arms tighter around the tanned, broad shoulders and held on to him as he felt the hands on his hips tighten, moving him up and down faster. He wanted to let go, to just let the tension coiled tight in his stomach unfurl. Pressing his hips down urgently, Mycroft searched blindly for Greg's lips. He wasn't going to be able to wait and knew from the way his partner was breathing, Greg wasn't either. "Gregory," he gasped out. "I...we are not..." He arched sharply. His hands gripping the broad shoulders as he felt Greg shift beneath him, thrusting harder. When he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves, Mycroft panted in pleasure. When the action was repeated, he groaned out loud. He knew Greg was doing it on purpose, realized he asked him for it silently and now Greg wanted his payment. He didn't care, was beyond caring, all he could do now was feel. Feel the hard, tan, muscled body beneath his moving in and out of him, hear the soft groans, pleas, and sighs of pleasure. Mycroft gave up trying to hold it together and finally just let go. Arching against his husband, Mycroft shivered and gasp as the wave that flowed through him swelled and finally broke when Greg moaned his name. The sound was obscene enough to break Mycroft, to break the coiled up tension and release it as Greg thrust up harder once, twice and held on as tightly as he could. Mycroft knew he would have some bruises and instead of being perturbed about it he was pleased. Shaking as the orgasm poured through them both. "Gregory..." was all he could get out. It was enough. He felt the strong arms slide around him slowly, holding him as he slowly came back to himself. "I love you Gregory." He had to tell him, wanted him to be know how much he meant to him.
Smiling up into the pale face with the ice blue eyes, Greg kissed him gently. "And I love you too, Myc...always." Greg slowly slid out of Mycroft with a groan. He didn't want to move but the water in the tub was cooling and he didn't want either of them to catch a cold. He lifted the tall ginger up and helped him settle against his side. "Let's get some hot water in here again and then we can relax." He grinned loopily as he looked at his husband,pleased with the glazed and rumpled look. He couldn't help the satisfied chuckle as Mycroft nodded his head but didn't move. Greg didn't mind, it meant that for once he would be able to take care of him instead of the other way around.
Once they had bathed, they dried off, and finally made it to the bed. Wrapped around each other, Mycroft ran a hand across the strong, broad chest beneath his ear. Listening to the sound of Greg's heartbeat. "It was all for you Gregory, everything, I...I did it all for you." Mycroft whispered tiredly. He was exhausted in the best way possible as well as happily satisfied. He smiled as he felt the strong arms around him tighten. He couldn't help the small quirk of his lips as he heard Greg's breathing start to even out as he drifted off to sleep.
"Love you Myc..." he mumbled before he drifted off completely.
"As I love you Gregory." Mycroft pressed closer to him and sighed in contentment. He would cherish this time just as he does the others and thank the highest authority for the blessing of one Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade.