The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Six

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Chapter 6

Greg’s POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting in from downstairs. I opened my eyes and found Mycroft was already up, and was obviously making breakfast. I smiled, and swung my legs out of the bed, going downstairs into Mycroft’s huge kitchen. He was wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, and he turned when he heard my laugh, a pan in one hand, and a spatula in the other.

“For your personal entertainment,” Mycroft said before I gently placed my lips against his.

“In that case you’re putting more things in between me and my ‘personal entertainment’,” I winked, and cheekily smacked Mycroft’s arse.

He raised an eyebrow at me, but his eyes showed his amused look. “Sit down, before you make me drop the bacon,” Mycroft said, pointing the pan in the direction of the table.

I chuckled and did as I was told, watching My in the kitchen. I tried my best to look flirtatious, but with stitches above my eye, I doubt I looked good.

“You’ll always be gorgeous in my eyes, Greg,” My told me, as though he read my mind.

I smiled. “How do you do that?”

“I am more intelligent than Sherlock, I just can’t be bothered with legwork,” My smiled at me, and served up some bacon and eggs onto some plates, and came over to me, putting a plate of food in front of me, before sitting opposite me with his food.

“That was… Delicious,” I told Mycroft as I finished eating.

“I seem to recall you saying that to me once,” My smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re just dirty,” I purred, putting my plate in the dishwasher.

“I know,” Mycroft said as he came up behind me, pressing against me as he put his plate in the dishwasher. We both straightened out, and Mycroft gently kissed my neck. I gasped, knowing he knew exactly how much I loved those kisses.

His hands travelled up my thighs, over my stomach, and up to rest on my forearms. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

Things were getting heated when there was a knock at the door.

“Go lie on the sofa and look pitiful,” Mycroft told me as he went to answer the door. I did as he said, and soon I heard Mrs. Hudson, the school nurse, come inside.

“How is he?” She asked as Mycroft led her into the sitting room, where I lay.

“Mr. Lestrade is doing fine, still needs to take it easy, but he should be alright if he continues resting.”

Mrs. Hudson saw me lying on the sofa, and came over to me. “Hello, dear.”

“Hello, Mrs. Hudson.”

I watched her as she examined my stitches. “Dear me, that must’ve been one nasty cut. I could never stitch someone up as neatly as that, though, mind you, the nurse who did that must’ve had quite a lot of practice.” I zoned out as Mrs. Hudson carried on talking, and stopped when I saw she was looking at me expectantly.

Mycroft looked at me knowingly, and quickly came to my aid. “Would you like a nice hot cup of tea, Mrs. Hudson?”

“Oh, yes please, Mycroft, that’d be lovely.”

Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft went back to the table and sat down with their hot tea, and began to talk.

“You know, I haven’t seen young Sherlock in my office for quite some time,” Mrs. Hudson commented.

“Yes, his friend John Watson has been keeping him out of trouble.”

“He keeps him out of harm’s way, more like.”

“Yes, I do imagine John is quite intimidating, regardless of his height. He’s a strong young man.”

“They’re like a match made in Heaven, don’t you think, Mycroft?”

“Yes. I completely agree with you, Mrs. Hudson.”

I smiled as I listened to the two talking to each other. Mycroft had such softness in his voice, that was the only way you could tell if he was fond of someone. So far, I had only heard that tone used with Mrs. Hudson and I.

I couldn’t describe my feelings for Mycroft. Others called him ‘the Iceman’ but he was the warmest person I knew. He always went out of his way to make me happy and looked after, and he was always so gentle, unless told to be otherwise. I got to see the side of him that no one else saw, and I loved that. He was my amazing little secret. Well, actually, he wasn’t a ‘little’ secret, but you know what I mean.