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For Mousie - Anticipation of Pleasure

Mycroft had arranged entire countries over the course of a few days, but he never felt the thrill of pleasure and anticipation that came from clearing his Tuesday evening to meet with Gregory Lestrade. He had done a solid eight hours of work on Sunday, going through emails, red-lettering reports, writing five of his own. Monday he went in and told Anthea precisely what he needed over the next forty-eight hours, and like the miracle that she was, she made sure his schedule ran like clock-work.

With sandwiches, salad, tea and a review on the Government's policy for romantic engagements and privacy disclaimers, no less. Not to mention not one, but two cigarette breaks.

He bought her a new holster for her slinky-dress .22, and made sure she had tickets to the ballet that she had been dying to see. It was the very least he could do considering he was getting precisely what he wanted.

...well, mostly what he wanted. Tuesday night was rolling around towards 8 pm, and he was slowly considering calling in favors to have President Donald Trump and his entire staff of idiots bombed out of existence by some very disgruntled Canadians. Instead, he checked the timer on his lasagna, made sure that his salad was freshly cut, and then proceeded to give a Trump a blistering review of his entire life than left everyone in the Oval Office silent for some time, before someone croaked, 'You can't possibly know all that -'

Which was the point that Mycroft sucked in a breath, heard the ring of the doorbell and went to pull open the door and gesture Gregory inside without a backwards glance. It was unfortunate, but all of his focus now had to go into the next two minutes so he could finish this deal and have the rest of his evening.

"I could so possibly. I could possibly ruin every last one of you sniveling idiots with a stroke of my pen and my whisper in the ear of any of the many, many American publications. I know it all, gentlemen and ladies. I know about the bought sex. I know about the wire transfers. I most definitely know about the abortions that would politically cripple all of you within your own party. I also know that the last time a fascist leader tried to pull this sort of threat to the British Government, the British Government did not budge an inch. Neither, gentlemen, will I. Sign the agreement. Smile for the cameras. Or be prepared to be on the front of every newspaper in the world, and in jail within the next eighteen months. Good. Night."

He clicked off his phone, and exhaled, rubbing one hand over his face. "My apologies - the new American President is unfortunately as thick as a post. I also meant to go and put my suit coat back on from the kitchen but that did not occur either."

So here he was in his favorite dark grey suit - or at least most of it. Comfortable trousers, deep blue tie, and he had at least shaven today. Otherwise, he knew he still had his persona of the British Government up and running, so he took another breath so he could finally look properly at Gregory, and soak in the other man's charm and warmth, as well as peer to see what the other man was flaunting with his broad shoulders.

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Ecstacy.

That's what he was feeling right now if he was forced to give a name to it, sheer and utter ecstasy.

And it couldn't last much longer.

Greg breath was labored now, hips snapping against skin. He could hear the rushing of his blood in his ears, the sounds of Mycroft's pants. Someone was moaning, he wasn't sure if that was him, Mycroft or the both of them.

The tingling sensation began in his spine, sliding down towards his lower back and to his groin. The slow spread that had him almost mindless, chasing it relentlessly. It felt good, this all felt good but the promise of something better was on the horizon, something only Mycroft could give him.

Greg's hands gripped at Mycroft's hips, leaning forward and using his body to push Mycroft's legs back a bit more, his hips already snapping quicker.

Little more.

Little more.

There... there

The pleasure rushed down his spine to his cock and back to the base of his spine so fast Greg didn't have time to prepare, he thought he still had some time but, nope, there it was.

"Myc...Mycroft...Guh!"

With a shout, Greg came still thrusting into Mycroft. Hands left his hips flailing and slapping against the mattress until one came in contact with other fingers.
He mindlessly held on to that hand, still in the throes of his orgasm, as if Mycroft was the only one who could save him.

Mycroft had never had someone lose their minds over him, before. He had to admit, it was something of a pure ego boost that he had not gotten outside of the Queen's direct praise. It might, in fact, still be coming up even.

He felt the throttle of another orgasm run through him, even if nothing came out it was still good enough to jerk him right after Gregory was finished.

Oh dear, these sheets would have to be changed. After he managed to get control of his limbs again. One hand went to Gregory's hair, and the other continued to squeeze the other man's hand as they both started to come down off the orgasm rush of hormones and blood surging away from the brain.

"...ah, gregory..." Was all he could manage to say, but he tried to pack as much feeling as he was capable of into those two words.

When the endorphin rush subsided and the white haze that filled his vision and brain had finally come back to actual colored shapes, Greg realized he was buried against the crook of Mycroft's neck, still breathing deeply as if he'd run a marathon.

There was a hand running through his hair, and his fingers were wrapped around the other hand. His face was wet.

Hell, that had never happened before. Get it together you ponce, nobody likes anyone who cries after sex.

Greg sucked in a deep breath, moving his face to rub it against the sheets before letting go of the hand, and rising up.

"Sorry, not exactly light." he muttered good-naturedly. "Let me just..."

He needed to move, slide out of Mycroft, wash up. After that was a blank.

One step at a time. He started with the obvious first.

Greg moved, sliding his now softening cock from Mycroft, half falling beside him, a leg still entangled with his, Greg's cheek resting against Mycroft's shoulder.

"Christ." Was all he managed to get out. There was a second step but right now, he couldn't be arsed to care too much about it.

Mycroft let out a sigh as Greg slipped out of him, before he put his hand back into that delightfully soft hair, a sharp yet satisfied smile curving over his lips. "No, but I will take praise, thank you ever so much. You were phenomenal, but I always had a deep suspicion you would be."

Everything inch of him felt both energized and at the same time, completely calm and content. He had never felt this way since ... since. Never. Never had he felt this boneless, this sated. He tipped his head down so he could kiss Gregory's cheek softly, "I think I shall keep you, all to myself."

He looked down the length of them, and then made a face. "After we have bathed."

A sharp laugh slipped out of Greg.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we might need that."

He rolled onto his back looking lazily at Mycroft, smiling at the disgusted look as he tried to figure out the best way to get up without it all spreading.

"I'd suggest tissue," he teased. He was feeling playful. He attributed it to the damn good shag he'd just had. "It'll get the majority off and then it's a dash to the bathroom to wash the rest off. Want me to wait until you're finished to clean up?"

He didn't want to assume anything. He'd lived this long and survived more than his fair share of problems by simply not assuming.

Mycroft considered the option, before he let out a faint snort at the rest of what Gregory had said. He tipped his head towards his lover - which Gregory most certainly was and Mycroft was Pleased as Punch about it - speaking wryly, "I would like to make a counter offer."

He lifted one hand weakly, as the rest of him had been nicely drained by incredible sex, "We use the tissues. We both get up. We both shower, and I get to touch you to my heart's content."

Greg smiled. Bright as the sun.

Rolling over, he pulled out several tissues from the box and handed them over to Mycroft.

"You know Mr Holmes, I think I love your negotiation tactics."

He hauled himself off of the bed, eyeing the sheets. Would they need new ones or just the top sheet tossed on top for tonight? it could always be changed tomorrow before they left. Did Mycroft change his own sheets or did he have people who did that?

His eyes roamed up from contemplating the sheets to the long lines of his...well, he guessed partner was the word they were officially using now. Boyfriend was too immature and lover didn't encompass enough in his mind.

"Need help washing your back?" he offered with a mischevious grin.

Oh, smile at me like that again, please.

The man was ridiculously handsome when he smiled. Mycroft silently promised himself he would keep that smile there whenever possible. He eased himself up and delicately cleaned himself off, huffing slightly as he put the used tissues into the trashcan.

He also eyed the sheets and tutted - he would have to change these out.

Gregory's comment got him a sly look with those ice-cold blue eyes. "I think I shall require washing everything - but then I insist you stay in for a soak whilst I change the bedclothes."

"Where's the fun in that?" Greg asked as he waited for Mycroft to lead him towards the bathroom.
"We change the sheets now and then we can both have a soak in the tub."

It felt, well, rude, to be relaxing in a hot bath while Mycroft struggled with getting the corner sheet on to back part of the bed that was always impossible to get straight. It was always easier to do it with two people. that way one didn't have to run back and forth around the bed trying to get them even. and wrapped around the whole of the matress.

He didn't bother putting his boxers back on, just followed Mycroft into a larger-than-his-own bathroom. Much larger. The tub itself was almost sinful.

"Holy... where in the hell did you find a tub you can stretch out in?

"Well, I cannot argue with that." Both of them naked, Mycroft led him over to the linen closet, so they could change out the sheets properly, then he could put the delightfully filthy ones into the laundry hamper. The house keeper, poor soul, could soak them tomorrow.

"I had it brought in. Sometimes, even I need to relax." He smiled, going towards the wide open glass shower. "Would you like a bath, my darling? I don't mind a quick rinse if you want to soak with me."

"Maybe another time? A shower is equally as good at the moment."

It was late and as much as a soak int he tub sounded wonderful at the moment, his body was beginning to call time. To shut itself down. The endorphins from the orgasm were dissipating and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be upright before he fell asleep.

"I can still wash your back in there," he teased.

Greg had a bad habit. He was a cuddler. It was one of the things Rebekah had disliked about him, no matter how they started in the bed, eventually, he'd be curled up next to the person.

It was fine for Addie, half the times when the girl came into his room after a bad dream or an illness, she'd end up sprawled out on top of his chest. She was as bad as he was when it came to cuddles.

He really hoped Mycroft didn't have an issue with being touched at night. He'd try to stave it off, but he didn't hold out much hope that come the next morning or sometime during the night, Mycroft would awake to find himself the little spoon.

"Then a shower we shall have." He could feel it in his bones - after the rush of all that frankly fantastic sex? He was still an old ginger man in his forties. A hot shower and some physical touching, and he would go right to sleep like a swaddled babe.

The water being warm enough, he stepped in and got his loofah to put his gel'd soap on. He preferred a nice fresh blend soap - with a touch of verbena. Suds going, he washed his front, and then handed it over to Gregory for his back, letting out a long sigh of contentment.

"I have decided to become accustomed to this, you know."

Greg let out a low chuckle as he washed Mycroft's back, the warmth of the shower combined with the heady scent of the shower gel making the space relaxing.

If Greg was relaxed, then his body was planning to crash soon.

"Accustomed to what?" he asked. "A personal shower boy to wash you when you're dirty?"

He handed the loofah back to Mycroft and poured some of the soap in his hand, rubbing them together and hand scrubbing his front down.

"Or this. If it's this, I think I could get used to it too. It feels...comfortable. Even in this incredibly huge house with it's incredibly huge showers, it feels comfortable."

He suddenly laughed, a thought occurring to him. "Not to break the mood, but maybe Addie shouldn't come over here. I turn my back and she'll be in her swimsuit trying to take a swim in that tub of yours."

"Well absolutely ... but I do get to wash you in turn, so I think we will find this absolutely beneficial." Mycroft sighed happily as Gregory washed his front, before he took the soap back and rubbed his fingers together. After he had gotten a good lather going, he started to spread it across the other man's chest.

"I would have to concur." He murmured, enjoying the wet warmth of Gregory's skin, as he looked at him with a serious expression. "I like you here in this huge shower, in this huge house." A snort came out of his mouth, "Right, perhaps we ought to work up to this house. Ease her into it so we know she shall not run wild."

He leaned forward, to steal a kiss. "Especially with her own huge room sometime in the future?"

Oh, that would be coming.

Oh he could happily wash Mycroft anytime the man wished it, is it means being in the shower or even in the bath with him.

A shadow of a grin crossed Greg's lips as Mycroft stole a small kiss. It wasn't really stealing if Greg would gladly and freely give them away anytime they were wanted.

He felt as giddy as a teenager with their first crush. Not a good look on a forty something year old man.

His skin was warm where Greg ran his soapy hands, up shoulders, down waists, over hips. So focuses was he on the actual act of washing and allowing Mycroft's voice wash over him like the stream of water from the shower heads, that it took a moment for what Mycroft had said to really sink in.

Greg's head lifted, blinking water from his eyes. "Her...her own room? I mean, after all of this, right? Does she need paperwork, I mean, she's just a baby."

Hands ran down the center of Mycroft's chest, one resting just where his heart lay, feeling it thumping beneath his palm.

"You know I don't expect any special treatment right? Adalaide is my responsibility and although I know you're her new favorite person and that you have a fondness for her, I also suspect that you are not the child friendly type, I don't mean that as an insult, not at all, it's just the truth. Not many people are."

Greg sighed, he was mucking this all up.

"What I'm saying is, don't think you have to immediately win Addie's love to win mine. You already have it. Addie is her own special sunflower. She's gonna run. She's gonna sock slide down that main hallway. One day you're going to find her having a tea party with your good china and Anthea and there won't be a thing you can do about it."

Greg sidled closer, pressing his body against Mycroft's closing the gap between their mouths. "Addie is going to grow on you. Like a fungus. And adorable, sparkly fungus. But don't feel you have to rush anything on my account."

Mycroft felt like he ought to tense, but then Gregory's words washed over him as easily as the water did, and he knew he had to soothe in kind. Gregory was being completely open in the fact that Addie was part of him, but he'd be loved all on his own without loving his daughter.

Mycroft came closer, sliding soap hands around Gregory's middle so he could kiss the man again. It was what he got for being so damnably charming.

"First of all, no, Addie does not need paperwork. Once you are cleared, she is cleared." Another slow kiss, "Secondly, you should know that while I do not like normal children, as a rule ... Addy is far from normal. She is extraordinary, and I would like her regardless of whether or not I was besotted with her father."

And another kiss, "Which, I am."

He leaned back, so he could turn off the shower, before giving Gregory a knowing look, "Thirdly ... I told you, Gregory, I am quite serious about you. Which means I am quite serious about every aspect of your life, and that includes your family. Now ... I am not saying I am picking out curtains and paint at this moment ... but the option is there."

He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his middle, then handing one off to Gregory. "Fourthly, yes, I do want to impress you and I do want to spend as much time as I can with you -- but I will be perfectly happy to do it at your flat, with your daughter, or just us. Just as long as I can be where you are, darling Gregory, I shall be satisfied."

Would it be manly to get weak-kneed in the bathroom? Because Greg already knew he had the goofiest smile on his face.

Taking the towel, he dried himself off, and wrapped it around his waist, before hooking an arm around Mycroft's waist to pull him closer.

"You are bloody amazing, do you know that?" he shook his head. "Not to be flippant but...damn."

Leaning towards him, he kissed him. Lingering, warm, hoping what he wasn't saying was apparent in the kiss. It wasn't long, but he lingered just a breath's width from him after.

"You are always welcome at my flat Mycroft. If I'm there alone or if I'm not. For dinner, for lunch, for watching football, for breakfast. If Addie says spend the night, then I fully expect you to bring over a dressing gown or borrow one of mine for Sunday pancakes."

Was it too soon to say anything else? Because Greg felt...more than fondly towards Mycroft. The man was something very special and Greg wanted to hold on to him for as long as he was allowed. For a very long time if that was possible.

Mycroft found himself pulled right into the very strong arms of one Gregory Lestrade, who was smiling at him like he had just invented the idea for lightbulbs. He tutted, softly, but that tut was cut off by a long, warm kiss that made his toes curl slightly into the bathroom tile.

When Gregory released his mouth, and murmured those words, Mycroft felt his own knees give a twitch. "... well I do have a rather nice silk one. With striped pajamas, I think we could have a respectable sleep-over."

A pleased hum left his lips, and he cupped Gregory's cheek. "You are utterly extraordinary yourself, you know." He kissed Gregory once more, before pulling away reluctantly. "We shall need pajamas before I embarrass myself by falling asleep on my feet before you."

Sleep. Oh, right. That's what his body was screaming about.

Greg let him go, following him back out into the bedroom.

"Is it okay if I just wear my briefs to bed?" he asked as he walked over to where he trousers and pants were laying on the floor.
"I'm not much of a pajama guy. Most I wear is sleep pants, usually because Addie might come in. I hate to say but when she's not in the house, I tend not to sleep in anything."

Shaking out the briefs, he pulled the towel off and tugged on the pants. Folding the towel back, he put it on one of the chairs to put up in the morning.

Exhaustion finally setting in, Greg crossed the room, climbing back into the nice soft bed, sighing in contentment as his head hit the pillow. Turning slightly, he watched Mycroft pull on his pajama shirt.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He didn't think he'd ever find anyone who was compatible with him. After all, a middle aged man who worked long, odd hours and had a quirky four year old that was his life, wasn't really relationship material.

Mycroft glanced over his shoulder, one corner of his mouth lifting up, "Oh no, my partner is going to be wearing little to nothing to bed ...whatever shall I do? I suppose just ogle you and get fresh in the morning."

He himself went to his closet, picked out his softest pajamas, and then took his own towel back to the bathroom to hang up to dry. Lights went off as he went, and he resisted the urge to check his work phone. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, giving Gregory a long and thoughtful look, before coming up to his side. Crawling under the covers, he spooned Gregory from behind.

"I have decided that you are the little spoon, and I am the big spoon."

Greg couldn't help but laugh, even with the cool smoothness of the silk brushing against the skin of his back and the back of his thighs.

Mycroft's arm slipped over his waist, and he caught it, linking his fingers with Mycroft's and tugging them upwards. He pressed soft kisses on each digit before tugging their joined hands back down to his chest.

"I am perfectly fine being a little spoon," he joked, a yawn cutting off anything else he wanted to say.

He wasn't sure if cuddly was a word that would be apt in this situation but he was feeling rather cuddly.

Greg sucked in a deep breath and released it, his eyes drooping shut. A small smirk twitched his lips upward as he wiggled his hips against Mycroft's crotch a bit, just to play.

"I think I could get used to this, love." he mumbled sleepily as he dropped off, the exhaustion of the day and the warmth and comfort of the moment overcoming him.

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