PSL - To Boldly Go To One's Own Future

[brotherthine]

Mycroft had woken up at his usual hour to go through his morning exercise routine - five miles running, some free weights, and then a shower and a choice of suits. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to dress as if today was going to need a particularly good blending sort of armor - but there he was. Dressing in his favorite tan tweed, with the blue silk tie and handkerchief. Dressed as if to fade in, make himself seem like he was just a ghost in the background.

The spectre at the feast, hah.

He rapped on Jim's door, but hearing nothing, made his way downstairs.

Where he found the man, curled up on the sofa with the oddest contraption he'd ever seen in his life. Both eyebrows raising, he pitched his voice, just so.

"Good morning. Coffee?"

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[james_kirk]

To his credit, he doesn't startle. He just snorts quietly as he comes back to consciousness and opens one eye to gaze blearily at Mycroft. "Hey," he murmurs, managing to push himself back up to sitting.

"Yep. I'm pretty sure coffee's gonna be needed this morning. You look good," he says, taking note of Mycroft's suit. Jim likes the color of that tie.

[brotherthine]

"Very well. I shall start the machine for you, while you freshen up." Mycroft started to the kitchen, then paused, surprised. He touched the tie, then cleared his throat. "Well, when one is off to do battle ... one should dress appropriately."

He gave a little half smile, before he turned again and moved to the kitchen. It gave him the chance to put the kettle on, as well.

[james_kirk]

"Every way and then some he invented himself. I can't judge him on it, though. I'm just as bad." Well, at least Jim knows when he has a vice?

[brotherthine]

"With cursing or with different aspects?" Mycroft asked, sitting himself back against the comfortable seat.

[james_kirk]

"You wound me," Jim teases, feigning dramatic offense, but then he sobers once more. "Yeah, John was a really good guy. Always willing to help out and willing to die to protect somebody else. He used to be a Marine, but he never did like having to hurt people."

[brotherthine]

"So he was a soldier ... admirable profession. I know a very competent soldier. It never leaves them, you know. Even if they do not want to hurt people, they always want to defend them." He eyed their plates as they arrived. "...I, on the other hand ..."

[james_kirk]

Oh, Mycroft. You are the master at making Jim feel ridiculously smug. That's probably not a good thing. Still, he says absolutely nothing about it and just smiles innocently, as if he has no idea what the matter is. "So! Are we gonna go make some ministers feel uncomfortable now, or is that later?"

[brotherthine]

Yes, well. It is hardly Mycroft's fault that Jim is so very ... Jim-like. "First we are going to get something to eat," because he would have no bad decision making about his life on low blood sugar, thank you. "Then we shall attend the meeting."

[james_kirk]

Jim has no problem polishing off everything in that bag and then he tries to brush the crumbs back into it with varying degrees of success. "One step at a time. Getting me into a suit is going to test your limits as it is," he teases.

[brotherthine]

"Quite." Mycroft said quietly, as he folded his hands over one knee. "I must remember it is my colleagues who must be seduced by you, and not myself."

[james_kirk]

"Okay." He nods. He's alright with that completely, and he trusts that Mycroft isn't lying to him about that. He didn't really think Mycroft was the shady sort, anyway. "Thanks for the treats, by the way. Not sure I said that yet."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft looked at Jim for another moment, then satisfied that he was believed, leaned back against his seat. He waved his hand off. "Since you are helping me with so other many other matters - feeding you is the least I can do."

[james_kirk]

Please. Jim rocks even the most ridiculous of outfits, mostly because he takes them in stride and has a much fun as possible.

He flashes a charming grin and a wink at the group of them as a way of saying "hello", and then he adds in, "My pants always need extra room in the groin. Thanks."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft would dress him as a giant banana. There was no way he could make a giant banana seem sexy.

Well, at least Mycroft didn't think so.

Mycroft resisted the urge to wince, pinch his brow, but just arched a cool eyebrow at the gaping look of most of the male staff, and the contemplative look of the lead clerk who smiled like a tiger at Jim. "Well then ... you just come with me."

Oh heavens.

[james_kirk]

Hey, it's an important thing to point out, okay? He hates having his junk crushed while he's walking around in pants that aren't properly fitted to accommodate his... gift.

Jim's not at all deterred by that smile. In fact, he seems encouraged by it and he follows after the clerk, intrigued by what's in store. "Thanks for being accommodating," the blond says, obviously in a good mood despite the fact that he's about to be stuffed in a suit. He'd say it's been a good day thus far. Plus he gets to kick a guy in the nuts later, so there's that.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft would point out that they take measurements for a reason, and do not shout it all the way across Harrods. Honestly, Jim. This is Britain. He follows after the two of them, because the last thing he needs is for Jim to get ravished in the changing room.

Which he immediately regrets when the clerk whispers, "Oh, not at all. I understand these 'sugar daddy' situations. You've got yourself a handsome one at least - some of the ones I've seen are so completely ancient. Like mummies in Brooks Brothers suits. I think something with sharper lines, yes?"

[james_kirk]

Jim's got a giant grin going right now. He's so, so amused by all this, even if he knows it must be exasperating Mycroft. But it's not really Jim's fault that the man is the sort who would be mistaken as a sugar daddy, right? Right.

"Apparently I have been since yesterday. Is there a special pet name you want me to call you?" Smirk.

[brotherthine]

"Well it's just absurd." Mycroft grumbled, staring at the wall. "I don't want some sort of reputation as a pervert who buys men things to have sex with me. It's untoward, and undignified."

He sniffed, his pride stung. "Besides, I do not think I require monetary actions to have someone wish to sleep with me."

[james_kirk]

"I don't doubt it. She's right: you're a handsome man. Problem is, you don't take advantage of that, so you end up looking like you need to get laid, which would explain why you've got me." Jim shrugs a little.

[brotherthine]

He glanced at the curtain, his frown mixing with a brief smile, before it slipped back to the frown again. "Are you saying that I should use my looks to get me what I want?"

He snorted softly, "That might be the first time I've ever heard that."

[james_kirk]

"Well, yeah. It's an asset, so use it, or it's like having a toaster and never making toast." Jim feels a little triumphant that he'd managed to get a smile out of Mycroft. At least, something not mixed with exasperation. "'N' you've never heard it before because you surround yourself with stuffy people who probably forget for the most part that they've even got genitals."

[brotherthine]

"I see. Well, if you put it that way -- I suppose I could attempt something based on my attractiveness." He looked thoughtful, tilting his head to the side, towards the curtain, "Do you have any suggestions?"

[james_kirk]

"Yeah. Find a hot guy and get laid. I find that tends to solve a lot of anxiety problems. Keeps your confidence up, too." Jim nods sagely, as if he is an expert on this topic.

[brotherthine]

"...Well, you would known." Mycroft murmured, just as the clerk returned with a number of sharp looking suits and shirts for Jim to try on.

"Are we adding to your list? Get Mycroft laid before I go back to the future."

[james_kirk]

"I would know," Jim agrees without a single bit of offense. "Oohh, it sounds like my suits are here. Are my suit here?

"Oh, and for the record, I can't give you details on my list. It's top secret," he teases.

[brotherthine]

"Your suits are here." Mycroft stepped back to let the clerk in. The clerk giggled as she laid everything out, before stepping back to let him to start putting everything on.

Mycroft's eyebrow lifted at that, before he purred. "I have clearance for everything, Jim."

[james_kirk]

Jim gives her a wink and then he turns his back to her to start undressing. The only reason he turns is because he's sure if he does it while facing her, her nose will hemorrhage and she'll pass out. "Then how come you're standing outside?" he asks cheekily.

[brotherthine]

The clerk stepped out again, before giving Mycroft a saucy wink. "He's right you know, If you have clearance then - well oh my."

Because Mycroft gave her a smirk that made her giggle, and slipped right behind her through the curtain into the dressing room. He leaned against the wall of the dressing room, watching Jim from behind.

"Well, to make a point ..."

[james_kirk]

"You know, I've always said three's a party, not a crowd," the blond quips as soon as he realizes what Mycroft's done, though his grin is probably more than audible in his tone. "Didn't think you had it in you, sugar daddy." And that's when Jim strips his pants off.

[brotherthine]

"Oh Jim ... one should never dare a Holmes." Mycroft murmured, folding his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall casually. And since he could, he tilted his head to appreciate Jim's anatomy. "Especially when it's something they would want to do anyways."

[james_kirk]

"People say the same thing about the Kirks. I know the risks and I'm absolutely willing to take them." Now that he's in just his boxers, he turns to look at the waiting suits. "So! What one first?"

[brotherthine]

"Gracious - that is bold." And as was his choice of boxers, he had to say. He glanced away from Jim, to the suits, then his gaze narrowed thoughtfully. He moved away from the wall, to pluck up a dark navy suit with a lighter blue shirt. "Let us go with what works best, first. Then we shall try with the black."

[james_kirk]

Jim says absolutely nothing about that 'bold' comment. He doesn't have to and he knows it. He just looks insufferably smug.

He looks over the suit and shirt Mycroft holds up and then he nods. "Sure." He takes the pants, first, and wiggles his way into them with an amount of hip movement that is definitely not required. Jim's having too much fun with this. "Got a big ass," he says by way of explanation.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft tilted his head again because honestly if he was going to shake it like that, it meant he at least wanted Mycroft to appreciate it for a moment. He did so, hummed approval, before he shook his head.

"I hate to disillusion you, but that particular part of you is not at all disproportionate."

[james_kirk]

That makes Jim burst out laughing and he twists enough to admire his own backside. "My doctor disagrees for reasons unknown, but I'm glad you're on my side."

He slips into the blue shirt, fumbling a little with the buttons -- as one who's not accustomed to wearing button-downs, these things can be tricky -- and then he looks at the hem. "I'm supposed to tuck this thing into my pants, aren't I?" God, Jim hates wearing shirts inside pants. He's so glad Starfleet doesn't make him do that.

[brotherthine]

"Yes, well, never let it be said that I do not have a greater appreciation for true art." Mycroft murmured, before he sighed at Jim's shirt.

"Quite so. Neatens the appearance, gives straight, clean lines."

[james_kirk]

Jim pouts a bit, and then he grumbles, but he finally starts tucking his shirt into his pants, and boy... he is not particularly neat about it. Jim and straight lines are practically nemeses. "Is there a magic trick to this, or what?"

[brotherthine]

Mycroft watches all of this with raised eyebrows, before he shakes his head and puts his umbrella up in the corner. Then he crooks his finger at Jim, in a 'come hither' gesture. Once Jim got close enough, Mycroft slipped his fingers down to the other man's fly, and opened them, before plucking open the buttons with elegant ease.

"Shall we get you sorted?" He smiled, ice blue eyes completely innocent, as he smoothed the shirt down Jim's arms, and shoulders.

[james_kirk]

Or, maybe Jim's I'm-so-useless-at-this was a complete ploy? He seems a little too eager, maybe, to come over to Mycroft for help. "Oh, please get me sorted, sir. I can't handle anything more complicated than a t-shirt," he pleads with equal feigned innocence.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft tutted softly, "I knew you were faking, you cheat. Well, now you have my full attention..." And with that, those delicate, elegant fingers started to stroke the shirt into place, and those ice blue eyes took on laser focus as he made sure to make sure that was absolutely perfectly displayed over Jim's rather impressive physique.

"More's the pity." Those fingers pressed together, drawing the shirt closed again, then smoothing into place, inch by inch.

[james_kirk]

"It's not cheating," Jim insists, all smiles. "I don't wear suits often. I try for never, but that doesn't always work in my favor." For now, he'll practically purr under Mycrofts careful attentiveness, looking as content as a cat on a sunny windowsill.

"Besides, you like this."

[brotherthine]

"You know Jim, you say it enough ... but I do not think you live very often by your own advice. If you wanted me to touch you, you should have just said so." Mycroft murmured, a faint smile on his own, as he paused at the man's waistline.

He sucked in a breath, before he began to slide the shirt into place carefully, his movements slow, but never lingering. He moved around him, tucking in the shirt all the way with the same slow, exacting motions, before he gently tweaked the zipper up, then buttoned Jim into place.

"One should not become so sexually aroused dressing an attractive man." He tutted at himself, before he slipped the belt on, then smoothed out the wrinkles.

[james_kirk]

"That's because if I just said so, you'd get all huffy and lecture me about being appropriate," the blond purrs, giving the Englishman a teasing look.

Somehow, he manages to remain still while Mycroft tends to him, very aware of how close they are and reveling in this little triumph. And when Mycroft comes back around front again, Jim adds, "Which is exactly why I don't suggest things like making a huge mess in this stall." He throws in a wink for good measure.

[brotherthine]

"Only because you pick the most inopportune times to be charming and alluring. Case in point." Mycroft stepped back to make sure everything was tucked in place, before smoothing all the clothes into place.

One eyebrow lifted as he tugged the shirt over Jim's broad shoulders. "One would then assume you were going to suggest making a mess somewhere else." He plucked up the jacket and moved behind him. "Arms out, please.

[james_kirk]

"Heeeeey. Now there's an idea!" Jim playfully taps the other man's shoulder before he lifts his arms like a good boy. "I'm glad you suggested it. Would have been weird if I did."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft pulled the coat on, let him shrug it on the rest of the way, before he smoothed it into perfection over everything else. He stepped back, observing the effect, before nodding his head in satisfaction.

"There, perfect. Take a look at yourself." He stepped back again to the wall, "And if I thought you were actually serious for a moment ..."

[james_kirk]

"Maybe I am serious," he remarks before he looks at himself in the mirror, thick eyebrows raising as he examines the effect the suit has on him. Slimming him down and making him seem more... serious. Sort of.

"I could survive in this for a day," he agrees amenably.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft let him enjoy his own look, before he smirked faintly in the background. "Then maybe I shall ask if I can make a mess of you later."

He stood up, straightening his cuffs, "At any rate, does this suffice?"

[james_kirk]

"I like being a mess," the blond informs him, as if that will somehow help things, and then he tugs at the hem of the jacket. "Yeah. Yeah, this'll be just fine. There's even enough room in the crotch!"

[brotherthine]

"Well, then I suppose we are in agreement that I should make a mess of you later." He plucked up his umbrella, before arching an eyebrow at that comment. "I am pleased that you will not ... chafe?"