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

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter 32

Mycroft's POV

After a long bus ride, we were back at Baskerville. Greg had agreed to meet me at my house while I stayed behind, helping students with luggage and speaking with parents and other assistant headmaster duties.

As a parent rambled on to me about her dental issues, I looked behind her to see Greg talking to some girl.

My conversation with the parent continued, and I kept sparing glances at Greg and the girl. Her body language showed that she was flirting, and Greg looked rather repelled, until he saw me glancing over at him, then he began to flirt back, just to tease me.

"... And that's my daughter over there," the mother said, pointing to the girl with Greg.

This caught my interest. "Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows and rocked back on my heels, fighting a smirk.

"Yeah, she's a bit of a bad influence. Honestly I wouldn't want her anywhere that rugby captain Lestrade. He's such a nice young lad," the woman said fondly.

A proud smile arose on my face. "Yes," I agreed, "He is, isn't he?"

After a while longer of talking, the woman left with her daughter.

"Gregory," I said, putting on my authoritative voice as a few other students and teachers walked past, "How are you getting home?"

"I don't know, sir. My parents are away on holiday so I thought I'd catch a cab."

"I can give you a lift, if you'd prefer," I said raising my eyebrows.

"That'd be great, thank you sir."

I nodded and began walking towards my car. Greg quickened his pace to match mine. "That worked out nicely," he murmured to me.

"Yes, I thought so," I replied with a smirk.

When we got to my car, we got in, and drove back to my place, chatting about camp and what we enjoyed and what we didn't.

"Well," I said as we walked through the front door of my home, "I didn't enjoy watching you flirt with that girl."

"I know," Greg grinned, "And I didn't appreciate the attention you gave to those girls at camp and on the bus ride home."

"I wasn't flirting with them, though," I pointed out, as Greg closed the door and locked it, before pinning me against the wall.

"You know, Mr. Holmes," Greg said quietly and seductively, "I would say jealousy doesn't look good on you, but then of course I would be lying." I recalled myself saying that to Greg some time ago when he brought over some love notes...

"That reminds me," I said, ignoring my rapid heartbeat and the uncomfortableness in my pants, "You still haven't written me that love note yet."

Greg groaned impatiently. "Shut up and kiss me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I tangled my fingers in Greg's hair and pulled him in close to me, his lips crashing against mine hungrily.

Our tongues danced together and our lips moved in synchronisation, I moved my hands out of Greg's hair, and slid them down his sides, across his lower back, to his arse, where I rested my hands as he grunted, and rubbed himself against me, causing friction.

Greg began undoing my shirt, kissing my torso as he did so. My shirt came off, and my trousers and my pants came down, but Greg continued kissing my thighs and rubbing his hands on parts of my lower body.

He was just giving into temptation when his phone began ringing in his pocket. Greg groaned and stood up, and I pulled up my pants and my trousers up, and watched as he answered the phone.

"Hello?" He said, the impatient and annoyed tone clear in his voice. "I'm staying with my friend, why? Wait... What?" Greg looked mortified. "I thought you weren't... No, okay, that's fine... Yeah, I guess... Well, yeah I was actually busy- No, of course not, if I was I'd be- Yeah, best not to. I'll be back soon. He'll give me a lift, I'm sure. Okay, bye."

"Is everything okay?" I asked him worriedly.

"My parents are back."