SHERLOCK

HAPPY NEW YEAR

It's the week between Christmas and New Year's day and Gregory Lestrade's about to get some very weird notes. A sequel to 'Sherlock: Merry Christmas'. Established Mystrade. Rated M for m/m sex and swearing.

Author's Note:

Pairing(s): Mycroft/Lestrade, Sherlock/John.

Rating: Rated M for m/m sex and swearing.

About: Mycroft Holmes has a certain way of expressing his love for Gregory Lestrade over the days leading up to the New Year.

Ownership: Original characters are owned by Arthur Conan Doyle, these versions are owned by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I just get to play.

Have A Wonderful Day

Greg Lestrade, amazingly, had Christmas day off. Usually he worked (he didn't have anyone to spend the day with and his family were more than used to his hectic work schedule, not that they liked it). He actually enjoyed working Christmas as it was mostly domestic disturbances and people calling up to complain about music being played too loud. But this Christmas Greg found he was thrilled to have the day off.

He suspected it had something to do with the man he woke up next to. Mycroft Holmes was still asleep, his tall and thin frame curled up under the blankets of the DI's bed. Greg grinned and turned onto his side to look at Mycroft better.

He couldn't believe he and Mycroft were... together? Were they together? Physically, yes, they were occupying the same bed. But were they boyfriends? Just friends? Acquaintances?

Greg frowned when he realised they hadn't discussed it the night before. Greg had come home to a lovely meal and he and Mycroft had spent a good few hours rolling around in bed together. His muscles still ached but it was a pleasant feeling, one Greg hadn't felt in ages.

The DI continued to stare at Mycroft as he remembered the events leading up to waking up in bed with the British Government. Over the course of Christmas Eve, Greg had received a series of strange notes and presents from a mysterious party. It wasn't until one am on Christmas morning that Greg had realised that they were from Mycroft. It had been the man's strange, and oddly charming, way of telling Greg he liked him.

Greg couldn't have been happier, really. He'd had a mad crush on Mycroft Holmes for months. And finally, early this morning, he'd slept with the man.

It had been bloody awesome sex.

Greg grinned at the memory.

Mycroft stirred and Greg watched as the politician yawned, rubbed his eyes, and blinked as he focused. A broad grin spread across Mycroft's handsome features.

'Good morning.'

'Morning,' Greg smiled and bent down to place a soft kiss against Mycroft's lips. He'd intended it to be chaste but Mycroft clearly had other plans.

He pushed a hand through Greg's hair and dragged him down so the DI was lying atop him. Greg moaned into Mycroft's mouth, their groins pressing together.

'Mmf,' Greg murmured.

Mycroft chuckled against him and let Greg go. 'Yes?'

'Need to breathe,' Greg smiled and pecked Mycroft's lips.

'Breathing is extremely dull, Gregory, as it gets in the way of our kissing.'

'It's essential.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes and kissed Greg again. They stayed that way for a few minutes, exchanging soft, lazy kisses, tongues coming out to wind together and scrape in wet strokes. Finally Greg pulled himself onto the politician's lap and ground himself into Mycroft, erections rubbing together quickly.

Mycroft moaned and his fingers dug into the DI's hips, pulling him down harder and faster. Finally Greg could take no more and, not breaking the kiss Mycroft had forced them into, grabbed for the condom box and lube. He managed to scoot back and roll the rubber onto his cock, the younger man watching as Greg positioned himself between his legs.

Greg wasted no time in hooking Mycroft's legs around his waist and thrusting forward. He entered Mycroft for the third time that day and groaned, body shaking as Mycroft squeezed around him.

'Oh, fuck, yes!'

Greg grinned; he'd never heard Mycroft Holmes swear before Christmas day. The usual uptight, posh politician had quite the dirty mouth.

Greg pulled out nearly all the way and paused, the head of his cock the only part of him inside Mycroft. Mycroft blinked and looked up at him.

'Gregory...' he warned.

'Mm?' Greg murmured, fingers trailing down the younger man's arms, making Mycroft shiver.

'Gregory, please.'

Greg continued to ignore him and felt Mycroft clench around the head of his cock.

'Greg, for fuck's sake!'

He pushed in, in one slick thrust, making Mycroft tense, swear, push himself down, clench, and grab Greg's arms all at once. He became a withering, shouting, sweating ball of mess as Greg's long, hard thrusts scraped against his prostate.

'Greg, fuck! Please, harder! Jesus... fuck... yes, there... THERE!'

Greg met each of his loud demands with a grunt and a push, biting his bottom lip as he drove himself deeper and deeper into Mycroft's tightness and heat. Suddenly he felt Mycroft shift and warm, hard lips were crushed against his, Mycroft's tongue scraping along his own and adding even more pleasure to what they were doing.

'Fuck... can't... uh...'

Greg came first, body shaking and lips pulled back in a moan as he continued soft, half-hearted thrusts. Mycroft mumbled against his mouth, incoherent words now forming with confusing thoughts.

And then Mycroft was coming, groaning and shuddering, nails digging into Greg's arms, sure to leave bruises.

Greg flopped to the side, barely managing to avoid crushing Mycroft beneath his weight. They both laid there panting, exhausted after three rounds of sex. Neither were young men anymore and though they didn't need any kind of stimulation besides another male body, they couldn't go forever.

'God...' Greg managed to mutter after a minute.

'Mmf,' was Mycroft's muttered reply.

-oOo-

Greg woke around midday to find Mycroft wrapped around him. Both were sticky and flushed but neither cared as Greg turned, body aching.

'Good afternoon,' Mycroft smiled and place a soft kiss against Greg's lips.

'Hi.'

Mycroft's smile didn't waver as he pulled the DI closer, lips never breaking from the soft, gentle caresses against Greg's own. Though Greg was thoroughly enjoying himself, his thoughts from earlier shuffled into his mind and refused to leave.

Finally, due to annoying thoughts and a need for air, Greg said, 'Erm...'

'Yes?' Mycroft said, pulling away. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing laboured. He leaned back against the pillows and pulled the blanket further down to give himself some air. When Greg didn't say anything Mycroft looked up. 'What is it, Gregory?'

'Are... look, I guess I'm just gonna say this.' Mycroft raised an eyebrow, waiting. 'I don't want this to be a one-time thing, Mycroft, or some kind of hook-up. I want...' he swallowed, bit his lip, '... I want a proper relationship.'

Mycroft seemed incapable of movement or speech. He just sat there like a statue, staring, eyes slightly wide.

'Mycroft?' Greg said, wondering if he'd ruined everything. Maybe Mycroft didn't want a relationship. Maybe he was already planning his escape. Maybe–

Greg's thoughts were interrupted by Mycroft's lips, hard and bruising where they crushed against his own. The DI nearly fell off the bed as Mycroft pushed harder against him. Thankfully Mycroft wrapped an arm around Greg, hauling them closer together. His other hand came up to caress Greg's cheek lovingly, sending tingles along Greg's skin.

'Mmf... air...' Greg managed to mumble.

With an irritated growl, Mycroft pulled back. 'Yes?'

'What... huh?'

Mycroft frowned. 'Gregory, I cannot believe you sometimes.'

'You can't?'

He shook his head. 'I can't believe that you would think... I am not the type of man to have one-time things or hook-ups. I care about you, Gregory.'

Greg's eyes went wide and he looked down, blushing. 'Really?'

'Of course,' Mycroft said, sincerity lacing through his voice. 'With all my heart.'

Greg smiled and looked up. Mycroft pressed their lips together again, soft and loving this time.

'I'm going to prove it to you,' Mycroft murmured.

'Start now,' Greg mumbled and pulled Mycroft onto his lip.

Mycroft chuckled.

-oOo-

After another satisfying round of sex, Greg woke to find that Mycroft was gone. He felt a bit disappointed (it was Christmas after all) but knew Mycroft had an important and demanding job.

He shuffled into the kitchen, body aching and bruised, to make some coffee and found a note taped to the machine.

Have a wonderful day

He chuckled and placed the note on the table, wondering what on earth Mycroft was spelling out now. Really, he couldn't have asked for a better day. He knew it was probably about to get much, much weirder.

Author's note: So yes, this is the first of sixteen chapters that will lead up to New Year's. I'm not sure how many I will post a day but hopefully if I can finish it the last chapter will go up either the 31st Deccember or January 1st. Please enjoy, feel free to leave comments, and ignore all the horrible mistakes I've made.

I live to entertain.

And, most importantly,

{IBegToDreamAndDiffer}