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

Chapter Ten

(A/N- Hey everyone! Mystrade chapter! Erm, well anyone who has read my other Johnlock/Mystrade Take Away My Pain will know this is very tame, but, hey, it's still early in the story, so there's plenty of time for more of... This, if you're all willing to read it! Anyways, please vote/comment/share! Thanks my lovelies!

-CH xx )

Chapter 10

Mycroft’s POV

I heard the front door of my home and close loudly, and I knew it was Greg, since he had a key. I knew he was angry, and the look on his face as he came into the sitting room confirmed my thoughts.

“These are for you,” he said, sitting down beside me, roughly passing me a stack of envelopes. I sighed.

“Shall we read some of them?”

“Be my guest,” Greg replied.

“I would tell you that jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Greg, but then I would be lying,” I chuckled. I opened the first envelope, and began to read the large, swirly writing. “‘Mr. Holmes. I just wanted to say that I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I like you a lot. You’re a great assistant headmaster.’”

Greg groaned loudly. “I could do a lot better than that,” he said somewhat angrily.

“Why don’t you write me one then?”

Greg sighed. “Fine, I will. But for now I have other things on my mind.”

“Like what?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“Like this,” Greg replied, pushing me down onto the sofa, straddling me. He leaned down and pressed his lips against my jaw line, slowly kissing his way up to the part just behind my ear. I groaned and felt him smile, because he knew how much I liked that.

“You know,” he whispered in my ear, “I quite like this stubble. It makes you more… irresistible than usual.”

“I’m glad to hear you like it,” I replied quietly, moving my hands to his lower back, pressing him against me.

“And you’re right,” Greg continued, “I do get jealous, but that’s because I love you so much…”

“And I love you too, Greg. You’re my one and only.”

“I should hope so,” Greg said, his voice low and seductive.

I gasped as I felt his hands untuck my shirt from my trousers, and travel along to my chest, rubbing my muscles slowly, making me groan. He moved his hands back, and began undoing my shirt, pulling it off before kissing me quickly. Not parting from the kiss, I followed suit, and soon Greg’s shirt was on the ground as well. Our bare torsos pressed against each other as we continued snogging.

Our tongues danced together, and my fingers twisted in Greg’s hair. Being with him was so wrong, but it felt so right. I remembered Greg’s words the day we first became a couple. We really were talking about rugby, and then he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I had told him it couldn’t happen between us, but then he said ‘I’m willing to take the risk. The question is, are you?’ And obviously, I was willing.

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” I murmured.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t ask,” Greg replied, getting off of me so we could go to my bedroom.

When we got up to my room, I closed the door and the curtains, since it was still daylight and people could look through, before I turned to see Greg lying on my bed, watching me with a small cheeky smile on his face. I went over to him and climbed on top of him, passionately snogging him again, as he fumbled around with my trousers, pulling them down. I fluidly pulled them off, along with my boxer shorts, before I did the same to Greg.

I pulled away from Greg enough to murmur “are you ready?”

He nodded and I slowly entered him.

**

After a short nap, we both woke up and smiled at each other. “How was that?” I asked.

“Amazing, as usual.”

“I’m glad,” I replied. “My stubble didn’t get in the way, did it?”

“No, it was fine. It was a nice difference.”

“That’s good.”

Greg sighed and got up, wrapping one of my bed sheets around him as he did so, grabbing his trousers and boxers off the ground. “I should probably head back. Anderson will start to wonder where I am.”

“Anderson…” I said slowly, “who’s Anderson, again?”

Greg chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Anderson, my roommate.”

“Ah, yes, okay.”

I got up as well, and we both got dressed.

When we were both fully clothed (we had to go downstairs for our shirts) I walked Greg to the door and gave him a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” I told him.

“I love you too,” he replied, before opening the door and leaving, back to the boarding school.

Spending the weekend with Greg had been grand, and as soon as he graduated, I intended on proposing, but that was a while off yet. It felt empty without Greg with me, and I wanted him around more often. When he graduates.

Graduation for him couldn’t come soon enough.