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

Chapter Thirty Seven

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Chapter 37

Mycroft's POV

Once we had both gotten dressed again, and complained about the sand, we got back in the car, and drove back to my place. It was eleven-thirty at night, and we figured it was too late to go back out to Greg's parents place, and we'd go back in the morning. 

When we got to my house, I sent Greg inside as I parked my car in the garage. I wanted his Christmas present to be a surprise. I closed the garage door, and went inside through the door coming off the side, meeting Greg there. "Do you want to see your Christmas present?" I asked him as he hugged me close, burying his face into my chest.

"I thought you were my Christmas present," he mumbled.

"Not quite. Come on," I pulled away and took his hand, leading him into the garage. He gasped as he saw his new old car. I had gotten him a  vintage Ford Mustang for Christmas, so that he wouldn't have to catch a cab everywhere, because I liked making him happy, and also, to be honest, so he wouldn't keep asking to drive my car.

"Oh my..." He breathed, before running over to the car, stroking the bonnet. "This is too much."

"Nonsense. I like spoiling you, and I like making you happy."

Greg turned back to me and jumped on me, wrapping his arms around my neck, his legs around my waist. I caught him with ease and held him there. 

"It's amazing... You're amazing... I love it... I love you," he said between kisses. 

I kissed him back, rubbing my hands over his arse, Greg groaned, and reluctantly, he got off of me, reaching into his breast pocket, pulling out a small wrapped gift. I smiled as he handed it to me, and I opened it. Inside a velvet box was a silver bangle. 

"I figured it's stylish, and anyway, you can suit anything. I'm sorry it's not as good as your gift."

I picked the bangle up and examined it. There were words engraved around it, and I read the words. 'I will love you forever, Mycroft Holmes- GL xx'

I smiled at Greg. "It's perfect," I whispered. "It's better than the car."

"No, it's not," Greg laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, and this too," he pulled out a  folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. We walked up to the bedroom, and Greg excused himself to go have a shower, so I sat on the bed and  took the opportunity to read the note. 

My dearest Mycroft. (It read)

I promised you a love note, so here it is. I hope it's okay.

Where to start? I don't know where I would be without you. You have truly made me a better person. I am so incredibly proud to be able to say (if only to a few people) that I have someone as gorgeous, kind, loving, and incredible as you in my life as my boyfriend.

 I must've done something good in a past life; it's the only way I can explain having you now. You're perfection. You're the reason I get up in the morning. You're the reason I lose sleep at night, because finally reality is better than dreaming. You, Mycroft Holmes, are my everything, and I can't stand the thought of losing you. Ever. 

Before you, I never really cared about anyone other than myself. I didn't care about other people's feelings. I just wanted to have fun, in the most selfish way possible. And then you became the assistant headmaster at Baskerville, and as soon as I saw you, everything seemed to fall into place. I knew then that I was gay, or at least, 'holmosexual'. Everything else became a different kind of fun, a better, more exciting version. I knew I wanted to become a better person, and as you can most likely remember, I went well out of my way to impress you, which I have never done for anyone else. It was love at first sight, for me. You are my motivation to make me strive to be my best, and for that, I must thank you. 

Even on my worst days, when I am being a total dickhead, you still stick by me, and find a way to make me laugh. Why is it that you always know how to cheer me up? I feel as though we were made for each other. It's like we're two pieces of a puzzle, the perfect fit. 

You understand me better than anyone else. I would put that down to the genius streak that so blatantly runs through your family, but I know it's more than that. We have a connection, chemistry, and a mutual understanding of each other, that is so beautiful and rare and powerful.

I'm sorry if I sound daft, but every moment with you is magical, whether we're making love or just in the same room as each other. As Rod Stewart once sang: "If loving you is wrong, then I don't want to be right," and that is so relevant. I know in this society us being together is wrong, but it feels so right. 

I'm crazy with love for you, Mycroft. I know it sounds intense, but it is so true. I want to stand on the top of tall buildings and scream out how much I love you for everyone in London to hear. I want to be with you every second of every day. I want you to know how much I love you, though that wish can never be granted because the love I have for you is so strong and indescribable. 

I would do anything for you, My. Say the word, and I'll do it. It is my goal in life to make you happy, if it'll keep you by my side. I know I must sound like I am on drugs, but those drugs are your love. You're like my own personal morphine that I've become addicted to. I want you in  me all the time. Wow, this love note was not supposed to turn sexual. Sorry about that. But that was truthful, by the way. I do want you in me all the time. 

ANYWAY, I really, truly love you, and all you do for me. I love you more and more everyday, and all my loving I'll give to you.

Yours always and forever, Greg xxx

 Coincedentally, as I finished reading with tears in my eyes, Greg came out of the bathroom. In one fluid motion, I had jumped up off the bed, grabbed him, pushed him onto the bed, and I leaned over him, roughly kissing him. 

"I love you so much, Greg," I growled lustfully, as our clothes came off.