Sherlock oneshots

Mystrade~ sleepover

I didn't rlly know what to call this. It's like, Teenage Mystrade? So like teenlock but Mystrade, if u get what I'm saying.

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Mycrofts pov-

"Jesus Greg, how much stuff did you bring?" I wined as I dragged Greg's things up the stairs. His suit case was red and bloated to the brim, some sleeves of shirts hanging out the sides of the zip. He pouted at me from the other side of his bag, as we were lifting it together. "Hey don't judge me, you asked me over!" I rolled my eyes, letting a small smirk creep onto my lips.

As soon as we reached the top of the stairs, I pushed open my room door with my foot. It creaked to a halt, allowing us inside. Carefully, I walked Greg's case inside and placed it on my bed, heaving a huge sigh of relief as the stress left my arms. Greg flopped onto the end of my bed and chuckled.

"Weakling." He teased, poking my side playfully. I slapped him away and rose my eyebrows. He stuck out his tongue at me, then too rose his eyebrows. I couldn't help blush at his adorable gesture, having to look away. I felt him tug at the end of jumper, making me glance down at him.

"Myyyyyyyc." He wined. I smirked. "Yeah?" Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into the bed next to him. I gasped as I hit the cool sheets, blowing the hair out of my face before looking up. My face was inches from Greg's, our noses almost touching.

I could do it. Kiss him. I could confess my feelings right here, right now, and spend the rest of the night with my new boyfriend. Was Greg even gay? I hadn't even told him I was gay. He'd hate me if I kissed him, after all, Greg's straight, right? I could feel his hot breath on my face, his sweet smell overwhelming my senses. Our lips were so, so close, before-

"MYCROFT!" I flinched as I heard my name being screamed up the stairs. My face turned to a scowl as I realised who it was. I rolled off my bed and pulled open the door. "WHAT?" I called. Seconds later my younger brother, Sherlock, rushes up the stairs, his face somewhat agitated. "Mum says dinners in 20 minutes, you have to be down in-" he stopped as I saw his eyes shift from me to behind me, into my room. I looked back to see Greg on my bed, lied in a somewhat waiting position, like a dog waiting at its bowl for food. I then noticed the dent in the duvet next to him that'd caught Sherlock's attention.

I gently pulled the door shut, whispering to Greg that I wouldn't be long. I stepped closer to Sherlock, nodding to him to continue. However, his face was already in that signature smirk that I hated so much. He knew exactly what was going on.

"You like him." He said bluntly, rolling his head back mockingly. I scoffed, pulling a face. "What? Of course not, that's stupid, I'm not even-" "gay? I know Mycroft, I know you're gay." That made me stop. Had I made it too, obvious? What had I done? Who else knew? Did Greg know? I must have made a face, since Sherlock grunted.

"He's into you too." He said. I looked down at him, knitting my eyebrows together harshly. I took a minute, before slowly shaking my head. "He- He doesn't. He's not- well, y'know.." I waved my hand slightly. Sherlock mouthed something in understanding, before grinning. "Ahh, so he hasn't told you yet. Makes sense I suppose." He nodded and headed downstairs, making me gasp and run after him.

"Wait what? Not told me what?" I begged, grabbing hold of Sherlock's arm as he continued to walk. He sighed, turning to me and plastering a smile. "Ask him. You'll be pleasantly surprised." He ripped his arm from my grip and continued down the hall, pushing his bedroom door open and going in. I could hear his voice muffled as the door shut. "John, scoot over, I've got something you can hold for me. Careful, it'll burn you."

I stood in the hall for a second, listening to my brother muttering to his friend John to hold a pot this or that way. I took one more deep breath, then went back up to my room.

"Sorry Greg, I was just-" I pushed the door of my room open to find Greg sat at my desk, reading through a book. My heart fell suddenly, as I realised what he was reading. My journal.

"GREg oh my god where did you find that?!" I yelled, rushing and snatching the book from the table. I glanced down at the page he was on before flicking through the skipped pages. How much has he seen? This book was full to the brim of stuff I'd written about him, how handsome I thought Gregory Lestrade was, how good at football I thought Gregory Lestrade was, how attractive Gregory Lestrade was, and- how out of my league Gregory Lestrade was.

I gave up, sighing and closing the book, gently placing it on my bed. I sunk down and sat at the end of my bed, looking at my feet and trying not to cry. "It's okay Greg, you can leave, just- please don't tell anyone. I understand if you never want to talk again." I muttered. I heard Greg get up. I expected him to walk out right then, to leave me forever. I'd loose my best friend.

Suddenly, I felt a hand under my chin lift my head up. I was facing Greg, his face soft and moulded into a smile. His cheeks were somewhat red, and his eyes shiny. He looked so amazing.

"Myc, I could never ever hate you. You've been my best friend for so long, and I trust you with my life. I think of you like-" he was going to say it. The b word. Brother. "As- more than a friend.." a best friend? A super friend? Family? Which shut down would it be? "Like, I think I really like you Mycroft, like- like you like you.." I felt my heart rate quicken. What?

"Myc." Greg's face was red, his eyes were sparkling and I could see the strain on his face. I stood up and cradled his face. "Gregory, what's the matter?" I asked. Greg held my arm with his hand. "Myc, i-I think I'm gay." I stopped. I didn't know what to feel. I was overwhelmed with happiness, but at the same time I could see how confused Greg was.

I stood shell shocked for a minute, before- I kissed him. I lent in and kissed him. It wasn't harsh, but soft and quick. I pulled back to see Greg had melted into the motion, his face calm and happy. "W-Wow." He managed. For a second I thought he was going to shut me down, but he smiled. "That was- great. I-I liked that."

I couldn't help but smile madly. "Really?" I asked, my voice stuttery. He nodded and took my hand into his own. "I like you Mycroft, like a lot." I giggled sheepishly. "I um- really like you too Gregory." I felt so embarrassed at my sudden spill of emotions, but I couldn't care less.

"So urm, What now?"
"I guess we could, go out?"
"Like, boyfriend and girlfriend go out?"
"Yeah.. If you wanna obviously."
"I really wanna.."
"Okay, um, Greg, do you wanna- be my boyfriend?"
"I'd love to Mycroft."

Wooooooow I had a lot of fun writing that. It may sound like shit but I actually tried on this. I hope u like it, and lemme know if u want more like this! I might do some Teenlock soon, since I enjoyed writing teen Greg and Myc.