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]

"You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help." He looks fairly pleased that Mycroft approves, even though Jim had known he'd done a good job beforehand.

"So!" Jim digs around in his pockets and pulls out a Google map. "Borrowed your computer while you were gone." He unfolds the map and puts it on the table for Mycroft to look at. In the center is a tiny pub, marked by a red A. "That's where I gotta get to at 8:54 PM if I'm gonna give Mr. Stewart Lyndon-Howell a surprise crotch-kicking.

"I've marked little circles on there where cameras are so you can choose your viewing angle."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft's eyebrows rose at the map, then snorted at the use of his computer, "You realize that technically counts as treason?" He sighed, before he leaned forward to look at the map - something in his chest twisting.

"How will you know which one is he?" He asked blandly, keeping his expression strongly under control. He noted the cameras, knowing which sector he would have to temporarily take over -- child's play. Still ...

[james_kirk]

Jim just smirks at the comment about treason. "I'm not British. It can't be treason." Plus, it's not like he was doing anything illegal on there or accessing any files. All he wanted to do was print off a map.

But then he also pull a photo out of is pocket of Stewart the Asshole. "I thought this might come in handy. I already completely cleared your cache and wiped any evidence and used a proxy. Even if I were gonna murder the guy, you'd probably be fine."

[brotherthine]

"You could be hung for being a spy." Mycroft said dryly, before he exhaled and looked at the picture and felt that feeling in his chest twist the other way once more.

"...I rather hope you don't." He sighed, briefly touching his temple. "The paperwork is a nightmare."

[james_kirk]

"A completely different thing than treason," Jim says dismissively.

"And I'm not a murderer, so don't worry. He's gonna need an ice pack between his legs for a while, but that's about the extent of the damage we're gonna cause. D'you want me to tell him anything?"

[brotherthine]

"Hmmmm. Fine lines are your area, and mine. Let us just scribble around the edges, shall we?" He arched an eyebrow, before his expression shifted to something ... sad. Perhaps a little lost.

"What could you possibly say to him, that would convey what his betrayal did to me? No. No words."

[james_kirk]

Jim frowns a little in response before he takes a few steps closer and reaches down to settle his hand on Mycroft's shoulder. "'Choose silence of all virtues, for by it you hear other men's imperfections, and conceal your own,' right?"

[brotherthine]

"George Bernard Shaw. One of my favorites." He smiled a little, although it was pained, before he shrugged, "But it is as apt as anything else. Let this be done, and over with, so I never have to think of him again."

[james_kirk]

Jim had a sneaking suspicion Mycroft might like that, so he smiles in return. "That's the spirit. You just relax for the evening. Drink some tea. I'm gonna go make some preparations, but don't forget: 8:54 PM."

[brotherthine]

"Very well, I shall keep my eyes pealed for the witching hour, so to speak." He gave him a faint smirk, before relaxing back against his chair, pulling his laptop towards him.

[james_kirk]

"I'll show myself out," Jim says, still looking thoroughly mischievous, and then he pulls out his communicator and seconds later, he's disappearing in a swirl of light.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft spent the rest of the day feeling rather ... well. Out of sorts would be the politest way to put it. The men suspected of treason were dragged out by SIS agents and Mycroft put in a scathing report to HR on following more stringent hiring practices. He was also absolutely fierce with all the rest of his meetings for the rest of the day - and Anthea brought him tea and biscuits with an eyebrow.

He sighed, let her feed his inner bear, and kept working on reports and reviews until around 8 pm. Then he ordered in a dinner, kept working right until 8:50, where he got the CCTV cameras tasked to the right corner at the right pub. Then he proceeded to ignore it, for the next three minutes and forty-five seconds.

[james_kirk]

Just exactly on time, as Jim had described it, Stewart comes out of the pub, probably headed home. He's obviously a little drunk, not quite so coordinated, and the streets are quiet and relatively empty.

That's when what looks like an elderly lady under a shawl comes bursting out from the alley beside the pub and outright drop-kicks the surprised and unsuspecting Stewart right in the family jewels with fantastic aim. And then the old lady takes of sprinting down the road, shawl flapping in the wind and running much too quickly for an old lady, while Stewart falls to the ground and outright sobs.

The few people on the street just stare, having no idea what in the bloody hell is going on. It's like watching a giraffe stroll by. What do you even do?

[brotherthine]

They aren't the only ones.

Mycroft blinks, and it's over so fast he barely has time to register what happened. So he downloaded the video. Played it back, and forth, several times.

The third time, he starts to grin. The fourth time, he starts to laugh.

[james_kirk]

That night, Jim will be waiting at Mycroft's house, already having found some pajama pants to wear, lounging on the couch. How did he get in? Easy peasy when you've got a teleporter and the 'modern' technology can't do anything to block out the signal. He's just napping a little while he waits for the man to get back from work, or arguing with Sherlock, or wherever he is.

[brotherthine]

The front door opens, and it appears that Mycroft is doing the latter, as he speaks into the phone, "No, it's not impossible, Sherlock. No, I will not tell you where I've gotten it - that would spoil the surprise. You are always complaining you don't have enough challenges, and now you have one worthy of you ... are you telling me you can't figure it out? Really? Oh good. Yes, tah."

He smirked at the phone, closed the door and engaged the lock. He walked into his library, humming with pleasure which came out as an undignified yelp of surprise to find a half-dressed Jim on his couch, "What the - how - what? Jim!"

[james_kirk]

The talking woke him up, and as soon as he figures out who Mycroft is talking to and what it's about, he grins sleepily. Startling Mycroft is just a plus because the man never seems fazed. "Hey," he drawls. "You look good when you're all..." Jim waves his hand about in a vague manner in Mycroft's general direction, "ruffled."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft let out a snort, as he went to put his briefcase down and not eye the younger man laid out on his sofa like some sort of nubile feast. "Yes, well, then I must always look good around you."

[james_kirk]

"I have that effect on people within a three-kilometer radius." Jim gives him a conspiratorial wink.

"And my foot's a little sore. Thanks for asking." No, it's actually not, but he figures that's a good segue into asking about how Mycroft liked the view.

[brotherthine]

"That I find completely believable." Mycroft unbuttoned his suit coat, putting it on the back of his desk chair.

He tsked, before he went over to the bar next to his stereo, and poured them both a whiskey, then joined him on the sofa. "For your pain, of course. And your poor, sore foot. May I see it?"

[james_kirk]

He's a little beguiled by the offer of whiskey, so he takes it gratefully and sips at it. He shifts over to make room for Mycroft on the couch and he lifts his right leg up, setting it across the Englishman's lap. "Are you going to make it better?"

[brotherthine]

Mycroft took a drink off his glass, put it down on the coffee table and then he started to press his thumbs into the arch of Jim's foot. "I shall attempt to."

[james_kirk]

Oh, a foot rub. Jim hasn't had a foot rub in.... he can't remember. He lets out a happy sigh and sinks back against the arm of the couch, head lolling backwards as he relaxes. "That feels good."

[brotherthine]

"It was well earned. You did a very good job covering your tracks. And that particular kick? Was unbelievably well aimed." Mycroft murmured, making sure to roll his fingers in the balls of Jim's foot.

[james_kirk]

Jim's practically purring at that treatment, curling and uncurling his toes as Mycroft hits all the right spots. "I've had a lot of practice." Whether that's about hiding or kicking or both, it's not really clear.

[brotherthine]

Mycroft digs in a little more, seeing that Jim is truly enjoying himself. He tutted softly, before tilting his head to the side. "I'm not sure what that means ... but I do believe you."

[james_kirk]

"Good. A little uncertainty makes me seem that much more mysterious, right?" He laughs and wiggles his toes. "Will you do my other foot, too?"

[brotherthine]

"Oh yes, you quite own mysterious. Except when you are eating." He arched an eyebrow, before he squeezed his thigh. "Up it goes, please."

[james_kirk]

"How do you eat mysteriously?" Jim thinks that's probably impossible. He smiles a little when Mycroft squeezes his thigh like that. "Oh, it could definitely go up at any minute."

He manages not to laugh at his own idiocy and he lifts his other leg to spread it across Mycroft's lap.

[brotherthine]

"You, of all people, do not." He said wryly, as he started massaging both of his feet at the same time, making sure to press in his thumbs to really work them open. "And I was talking about your leg, Jim."

[james_kirk]

"Oh, are you sure? It sure sounded like you were talking about something else," he replies with a smirk, but then he tips his head back and closes his eyes, letting Mycroft work his magic. "You're good at this."

[brotherthine]

"Oh trust me, if I wanted to make that rise, my hand would be in a much different place." Mycroft murmured, a flicker of something crossing his gaze, before he continued working on the other man's toes. "Yes, you'd be surprised what the Princess will ask you when she has sore feet from pregnancy and this is your thirteenth meeting on the future Prince's christening."

[james_kirk]

"You're a busy man, it seems." Jim's met princesses, so it doesn't wow him as much as it would other people. But he's still thinking about Mycroft's other comment.

"Maybe your hand should move to a different place?"

[brotherthine]

"Oh yes, always. But at least I'm popular." He quirked up a smirk, before he slid his fingers up to Jim's ankles, to rub circles there.

"Better?" He murmured, his eyes going faintly warm.

[james_kirk]

"Oh, you tease," Jim scolds, but there's no heat behind it. That massage still feels really good. "How about a little higher?"

[brotherthine]

"Your ankles are connected to your foot, Jim. You do need to take care of the entire framework." Mycroft scolded mildly, as he moved his hands up to massage the other man's calves. "Better?"

[james_kirk]

The blond laughs quietly, though it soon dies down into that near-purr of contentedness. "Oh,yes. I have no complaints about that at all." Oh, man, if Mycroft could massage other things like that... that would be fantastic.

[brotherthine]

"I would hope not." He murmured, sliding his fingers up and down the other man's clothed calves, making sure to work the muscles loose all the way. He wasn't going to be massaging anything else, unless encouraged though. Encouragement was the lifeblood of creativity.

[james_kirk]

Jim lets that go for a while, but then he's not satisfied with just that. "Higher, Mycroft?"

Somehow, this seems like the best kind of foreplay. Mycroft is so proper that anything remotely sexual from him is rare.

[brotherthine]

"Well someone is all kinds of needy this evening. I didn't think you were this sore, Jim." Mycroft stated calmly, even as he moved his hands to Jim's knees, flexing his fingers into the hard cap and just underneath with a delicate touch.

[james_kirk]

"Wasn't," he murmurs in reply, "but you've got a way with your hands that's very appealing." He cracks one eye open lazily to watch Mycroft's hands and he imagines them creeping up just a little bit more.

[brotherthine]

"Oh, flattery ... that will get you a more through massage." He murmured, and when he was finished with the man's knees, he moved to his thighs, working all the muscles loose with firm hands kneading in.

[james_kirk]

Oh, that is thoroughly tempting. Jim follows the movement of Mycroft's with his eyes and he smiles slightly. "I could take off these pants if that would make things easier."

[brotherthine]

Mycroft hummed thoughtfully, but he didn't let up with his massaging as he tilted his head. "Well it is not if it is easier, but if it is better for you. Is it better for you, Jim?"

[james_kirk]

"Definitely better for me, yeah." He lifts his hips up and slowly starts sliding the loose bottoms down his hips. "Should warn you that I'm not wearing any underwear, though."

[brotherthine]

At that, Mycroft raised one eyebrow, before his lips quirked up at the edges. He coughed, lightly, before giving the other man a thoughtful look. "Thank you for the warning - are you going to be comfortable with me, massaging you while you're naked?"

[james_kirk]

"I'm pretty sure that question is more valid the other way around: are you going to be comfortable massaging me while I'm naked?" Jim won't make any promises that certain parts of his anatomy won't be a little appreciative.

[brotherthine]

"I am going to be perfectly satisfied massaging you while you are in the nude." A sly little smile touched his face, "I promise to be a perfect gentleman."