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Chapter 08

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The first thing Mycroft noticed when he came home was that it was eerily silent. He paused, looking around the sitting room. Esmond hadn't come home from school but the pair of shoes and jacket strewn about revealed that Lestrade had got home early. Mycroft's lips twitched into a small grin as he hung his umbrella up.

It had happened all so fast after the The Case of the London Bridge Rhyme, as John had called it- plain and straight to the point. While Mycroft had been working and waiting for Lestrade to get out of the hospital he decided that the normal thing wasn't going to work for their relationship. So he had asked Lestrade to move in with him and Esmond. His son had been very excited and happy about it. Mycroft had been worried.

But Lestrade cared about Esmond. Esmond cared about Lestrade. And that was really all Mycroft could ask for at the moment. Plus, both of them willingly put up with Sherlock, which was a bonus.

"Hey." Mycroft smiled as he walked into the kitchen to see Lestrade washing dishes. He walked over and kissed his forehead. "Home early?"

"Esmond won a bet so Sherlock and John have to take him to the cinema and help him with his science project." Lestrade placed a quick kiss on Mycroft's lips. "I finished my paperwork early and thought we could take advantage of the alone time." At that he wriggled his eyebrows.

Mycroft flushed. The first and only time they had been able to … have alone time had ended it a disaster. Lestrade had been recently released from the hospital and with Mycroft still going through physical rehabilitation … well after that night Lestrade had to get some stitches reapplied and two weeks were added to Mycroft's sessions. It had been embarrassing, especially with the reminder of their ages. Regrettably, after that both of them had gotten wrapped up in work. And even those rare moments they weren't exhausted by the end of the day, Esmond had been having nightmares, so having the bed to themselves had become a rare occurrence.

"You sure?" Mycroft eyed Lestrade's arm which was still in a brace and currently wrapped in a plastic bag as he finished the dishes.

"My stitches were removed three weeks ago." Lestrade pulled the bag off of his arm before drying his other hand off with a towel. He smirked at Mycroft. "Your physical therapist says you're doing fine." He wrapped his arms at Mycroft. "And I'm sure we can make sure you don't strain yourself."

Mycroft shivered as the other man's cool hands touched his neck and ran through his hair. He pulled the shorter man closer to him and into a kiss. He explored Lestrade's mouth, tasting tea and peanut butter. He couldn't help the small chuckle he let out. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think we have," Lestrade grabbed Mycroft's wrist and looked at his watch, "a few hours we should definitely take advantage of." He kissed him between each word and started pulling the suited man toward the bedroom.

"I sh-should take a shower." Mycroft didn't struggle as he was shoved into the bed and Lestrade crawled on top of him.

"No time." Lestrade kissed him before kissing down his jaw. Mycroft let out a groan as the other man thrust against him. He shivered as Lestrade started undoing his shirt with a grin. Mycroft raised an eyebrow, blushing, as his tie was thrown across the room. He hissed as Lestrade bit his neck before sucking on it. He realized he wasn't doing anything with his hands and he should really fix that. He waited a moment before deciding that he should really turn the tables, after all Lestrade had only been out of a hospital for barely over a month. He grabbed Lestrade's hips before rolling them both over so Lestrade was on his back and Mycroft was over him.

"What if I want to take my time?" Mycroft teased, with an attempt at a serious expression. Lestrade chuckled breathlessly. Mycroft took this as permission and kissed Lestrade's forehead before moving to his nose, then his cheeks, and his chin …

"Kiss me you prat." Lestrade groaned with his eyes closed. Mycroft smiled, kissing his eyelids gently. He gently grazed his lips over the other man's but didn't give in and instead moved down his jaw and set his hands to start unbuttoning the Detective Inspector's shirt. Lestrade huffed keeping his eyes closed but groaned when Mycroft bit his neck. The taller man smiled, opening up his shirt and kissing down his chest slowly.

"Mycroft." Lestrade moaned, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes. He lifted his hands up and ran them through Mycroft's hair, causing him to shiver.

Mycroft kissed his chest before moving to a nipple and gently kissing it, earning a sharp intake of breath. He slowly stored and categorized every sound and shiver that he earned from Lestrade, making sure to put it in the priority section of his organized mind. He kissed the other nipple before he continued kissing any uncovered piece of skin that he could reach. Lestrade let out a small noise as Mycroft reached his belly button- he raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up." Lestrade was blushing a beautiful color now. Mycroft slid his hands up and down the other man's sides before he began to unbuckle his belt. Lestrade squirmed raising his hips and helping Mycroft pull his trousers off but the taller man made sure to pull down his boxers as well. He groaned as Mycroft went back to kissing his belly button and then around his stomach. He moved lower and started kissing down the man's legs. Lestrade let out a frustrated noise as the other man avoided the area that was started to want some attention. "Mycroft."

"Patience is a virtue Inspector." Mycroft chuckled, kissing the man's knees. He winced as his shoulder decided to protest his current position. Then he was being pushed up by Lestrade as he sat up.

"Okay?" Lestrade slid his good hand under Mycroft's shirt to gently touch the scarred area from the bullet wound.

"Yeah." Mycroft let out a frustrated sigh before kissing the man in front of him. Lestrade licked his lips before pulling back. He smiled as Lestrade started pulling his shirt off before helping the other man with his. And then Lestrade was pulling him forward.

"I don't think I could take much more of that anyway." Lestrade smiled, pushing Mycroft on his back and kissing the man again. He straddled the taller man's hips, moving against him and kissing down his jaw. Mycroft thrust up against him as they ground together. Lestrade smirked sitting up and unbuckling the other man's belt. "Look under the pillow."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow before moving his hands and sliding them under the pillows. He paused, pulling out a paper sack before raising his hips and allowing Lestrade to pull his trousers and boxers off him, leaving them both naked. Lestrade moved up, kissing the scar on Mycroft's shoulder before grabbing the bag and dumping on the bed with a grin. There was a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.

"When did-" Mycroft was interrupted by a thorough kiss. He leaned back groaning as Lestrade explored his mouth. He placed one hand on the back of Lestrade's neck and another on his hip as they moved against each other.

"Two weeks ago." Lestrade panted kissing him again. This time Mycroft took dominance in the kiss biting at the other man's lips before sucking on them. "Been working on getting a moment alone ever since."

Mycroft chuckled against his lips breathlessly. "The bet?"

"Just worked out in my favor. Your son is wonderful." Lestrade kissed Mycroft's forehead before leaning over and grabbing a condom. "And I plan on taking advantage of this time with you thoroughly."

"Who knows when we'll get the chance again?" Mycroft bit his lip as he watched Lestrade scoot down a little. His breath hitched when the other man grabbed his erection and gently put the condom over it. "Gregory, I think-"

"I want you Mycroft." Lestrade growled huskily. "I want to feel you inside of me and, plus, this way you don't have to strain your shoulder" He winked with a smirk.

Mycroft knew his face had to be bright red.

"And if you're up for it after this … we can switch." Lestrade leaned forward and whispered in his ear causing Mycroft to shiver.

"Need I remind you that you are indeed three years my senior … old man." Mycroft felt slightly giddy enough to tease the other man. Lestrade let out a bark of a laugh.

"Watch it." Lestrade squeezed Mycroft's erection, earning a gasp before reaching over and grabbing the lube. "I might just leave you here to fend for yourself."

"As if you could." Mycroft sat up and pulled Lestrade forward so their chests were touching. Both of them shaking with anticipation. He gently pulled the lube out of Lestrade's hands and poured some on his fingers.

"Hn." Lestrade leaned forward kissing Mycroft's jawline. His breath hitched as Mycroft wrapped one arm around his back and the other hand slid to start preparing him. Lestrade placed his forehead against Mycroft's neck as a finger gently and slowly slid inside of him. His arms were shaking as he held onto the other man. Mycroft kissed his shoulder, sliding another finger in, taking his time and moving his fingers to stretch him.

When a third finger was pressing into his entrance Lestrade bit his lip and squirmed. He moved back against the fingers. "I'm ready Myc …"

"Greg." Mycroft kissed him removing his fingers. Lestrade quickly maneuvered his legs and waited for Mycroft to lube up himself before he positioned himself and slowly lowered himself. He kept his eyes on Mycroft's as the other man watched him. Both of them flushed, shaking with need. Mycroft groaned as he was buried into the warm tightness of Lestrade.

He tried not to move as Greg held onto him tightly. It wasn't until the silver haired man pulled him into a rough kiss and started rocking his hips that Mycroft dared to move. His first thrust and both of them let out moans as they worked out a pace. Mycroft kissed the man again biting at his lips and enjoying all the noises that came from his lover. It was beautiful, this was ecstasy. Mycroft growled, thrusting his hips up and earning a whine from Lestrade. He couldn't take it, he needed more, more friction, more Lestrade, more anything. He shifted, moving the two of them, he had to pull out and Lestrade made a surprised noise as he was suddenly on his back but Mycroft kissed him before he could ask anything and was already pushing back in- earning a sound of approval from the other man.

Mycroft thrust quickly and hard, moving one hand to take a hold of Greg's erection and started stroking him. Lestrade crawled at his back with a noise Mycroft could only describe as mewling. He bit and marked the other man's neck.

Mycroft kissed him again- he wasn't going to last long. He sped up the pace of his hand on his lover. Lestrade wrapped his legs around Mycroft's waist as he came with a yell. It didn't take Mycroft long to reach his peak, burying his face in Greg's shoulder. He quickly pulled out before collapsing beside the shorter man. His shoulder didn't wait for the post coital bliss to stop before it made its anger known. Lestrade made a soft noise before placing kisses down his shoulder and face. Mycroft moved to meet kiss with a satisfied sigh.

"I was trying to make it so you didn't strain your shoulder." Lestrade smirked kissing him again and wrapping an arm around him.

Mycroft smiled, "Well you still have a chance to make it up to me." He kissed him again. "How much time do we have?"

"Enough." Lestrade growled waggling his eyebrows before snuggling closer. "But ... Uh give me a moment."

"Old man." Mycroft let out a small laugh. Lestrade rolled his eyes slapping Mycroft's bottom earning a surprised noise. They both laughed but froze as they heard the door to the apartment slam open.

"Sherlock!" It was John.

"I am not doing this John! I cannot put up with this brat anymore!"

Mycroft quickly grabbed his duvet and pulled it over the both of them. Lestrade gave him a frantic look.

"You should have told me that you didn't know anything about the Solar System." Esmond sighed.

"Esmond I don't think you should go in there."

"Da!" Mycroft looked over the duvet to see Esmond come into the room. The younger boy paused giving him a confused look. "Why are you in bed?"

John was suddenly at the door pulling Esmond back into the sitting room. He didn't even look over at the bed. "Esmond, why don't you go get those Solar System books you wanted to show Sherlock. Let's leave your Da and Lestrade alone."

"Ah." Sherlock's epiphany could be heard from the bedroom.

Lestrade buried his face into Mycroft's shoulder, letting out a frustrated noise.

"Is Mr. Greg in there? I didn't see him? Was he hiding under the blanket with Da?" Esmond was asking John, who was spluttering as they walked to Esmond's room.

"I think we'll have to postpone." Mycroft pulled the duvet over the both of them and wrapped his arms around Lestrade.

"Can I kill your brother? Please?" Lestrade groaned.

"I believe I laid claim to that before you met him." Mycroft kissed the other man's forehead. "But I might let you help."

"I love you." Lestrade smiled up at Mycroft and he couldn't help but smile right back, his heart beating a little faster.

"I love you too."

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