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It had started off with a cup of tea on a rainy afternoon in Mycroft’s home. The tea was served in a china cup that might have shattered in Greg’s hand if he had held it a certain way. Afraid that he’d break it, he’d left the cup on the saucer on the side of the table. Their encounters these days always started and ended with tea.
He wasn’t that keen on the tea in the first place. He much preferred coffee if he had to be perfectly honest. The tea was smokey in flavour, nothing like Greg had before and he had decided that he wasn’t keen on it in the first place after a sip. He didn’t say anything, feeling bad that Mycroft had pulled out the teapot and cups for him.
“I do not often get to do this,” Mycroft said, sounding rather pleased that he had agreed to a cup of tea. “This is the only perk of my job and all the travelling I have to do. Have you had Lapsang souchong before?”
Greg shook his head and wondered how much he’d offend Mycroft if he said that he’d just bought a jumbo box of Tetley when it was on offer in the supermarket. He’d preferred coffee as it woke him up and kept him awake when he was doing piles of paperwork or he was running around London in the middle of the night. Tea, he only drank when he was in hospitals or the work kitchen as the coffee there was horrible and undrinkable no matter how much milk and sugar he put in.
“So how have things been?” Greg asked, wiping his hands on his trousers. “ I don’t need a top-up, thank you.”
It wasn’t that sure why Mycroft had always started and ended these encounters with tea. Greg had been in situations like this before, much younger of course, but they had always involved alcohol. He doubted that he wouldn’t be able to do half the stuff he had done when he was younger if he hadn’t had at least had a few drinks in him.
“Nothing eventful,” Mycroft said with a raised eyebrow. “Horrendously dull without you, if you don’t mind me being so forward.”
“Missed you too,” Greg said without hesitation. “It’s always a bit weird when you are away and I don’t see you- or come around for a cup of tea.”
Mycroft placed his teacup on his saucer and placed it on the side table. “If you don’t me being so forward but I’ve been in a country where I’d get imprisoned for even thinking about having your cock in my mouth and it’s been two weeks.”
Greg let out a noise of disbelief, surprised that Mycroft had been that direct. Normally they had two cups of tea at least before they went to Mycroft’s bedroom. He and Mycroft would discuss the important matters and make small talk, pretending that they were civilised instead of them just heading to Mycroft’s bedroom when he came around for tea- if they got that far of course.
“If you were missing me that much, why did you even make me tea?” Greg asked. “We both know what is going to happen when you invite me over.”
“You are my guest,” Mycroft said with a raised eyebrow, nodding in the direction of the teapot and cup on the table. “It would be rude to just invite you over without offering you a beverage at least. Besides it is much more dignified to invite you around for a cup of tea than to just take you to my bedroom.”
“You know that most people offer alcohol in this situation,” Greg replied.
He watched as Mycroft picked up his cup again with those long fingers with great care and took a sip of his tea. Clearly wasn’t that desperate for sex if he was willing to sit there and pour himself a cup of tea. One time they didn’t even get past the kettle boiling and he had found himself on Mycroft’s kitchen floor on his knees. He had Mycroft bent over the kitchen counter shortly after. They did consider christening the brand new kitchen table but Mycroft did not want to get the wood scratched and they had to make do with the worktops. The bottle of lube and the condoms were conveniently located in the tea towels in the drawer as if Mycroft had been planning for them to have more than just a cup of tea.
“I don’t need any Dutch courage to let you have your way with me, Greg,” Mycroft said, looking him up and down, planning his next move. “I certainly don’t need to have any to have my way with you. People who drink in these encounters do so as they regret what they are doing or they don’t have the courage to do what they want. Besides, I do enjoy remembering these occasions, don’t you?”
Greg shrugged off his jacket before he stood up and took the teacup out of Mycroft’s hand, placing it on the table with a soft clatter. He half expected Mycroft to scold him for being rough with the china and possibly chipping it but Mycroft did not seem too fussed by it all. He didn’t even let out a protest, only a sound of need when Greg went up close to him, leaning over and kissing him.
The angle was slightly awkward with Mycroft still sitting in an armchair and his head craned up to kiss him, firmly planted into the chair, his fingers gripping the armrests. The knuckles are turning white. Greg glanced at them, amused. Despite how confident Mycroft appeared to be in these encounters there was still a shyness to him. Always hesitant to touch him right away or where to put his hands. It always happened at the start. They normally never had much of a start and went right to the bedroom after tea was served for ‘stress management,’ as Mycroft referred to it.
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“I think that it is a sensible suggestion,” Mycroft said to him over the teapot a year ago. “ We both find another physically and sexually attractive. We are both busy men with our careers and we have stressful lives. You aren’t interested in a relationship after your divorce and I do not think I am of the relationship type, I’m far too busy to allow myself that part of life and have little desire to at the moment. I see little point in depriving ourselves and wasting time.”
“And I thought that you were wanting to just be friends when you invited me round for tea,” Greg chuckled, putting his teacup down.
“I think that this constitutes with us being ‘friends’, don’t you?’” Mycroft asked in a low voice with a raised eyebrow. “You aren’t objecting to it.”
Greg considered it for a moment and was not sure if he wanted to walk out of Mycroft’s home or to get that look off his face. He did look so awfully smug.
Mycroft placed his teacup down and stood up, removing the imaginary wrinkles from his trousers and taking off his suit jacket, carefully placing it on the back of the chair. He stood there in his shirt-sleeves and vest, perhaps the most naked that Greg had seen him. “I do not normally do this but it has been ages. I’d be a fool not to do so, especially a man such as yourself who is in my home and I do not get many opportunities for this. I am going to go to my bedroom and I’ll be waiting for you. It is the first door to the right. You can feel free to finish off your tea and then you can join me or leave. It’s up to you.”
Mycroft didn't even make it out of the living room before Greg had hastily removed his jacket and followed him upstairs.
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The angle was awkward and he worried about Mycroft’s neck getting sore from leaning up. He pushed Mycroft back on the chair and squeezed himself on the chair, straddling Mycroft’s lap on the small chair. His hands threaded into Mycroft’s hair as he kissed him, Mycroft’s hands wrapping around his back, tugging at his shirt.
“Missed you,” Greg breathed out against Mycroft’s lips.
“Missed this,” Mycroft purred as he pulled Greg against him. “I don’t know how I manage to cope when I’m away from you.”
He ground his hips against Mycroft’s hips, pressing himself into his body as if he was at risk of merging himself into Mycroft, wanting to be as close as he could to him. The chair wobbled against them, not built for two of them.
Greg awkwardly got himself off the chair, his knees not as good as they once were. The chair was narrow and threatened to topple over as he moved off the chair with a chuckle “Are you going to invite me to your bedroom?” Greg asked in a low voice.
“What is the point in inviting you when you know where it is? You are going to let yourself anyway and I need you there with me,” Mycroft breathlessly said, not even attempting to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt from where Greg had been tugging at it.
“There have been plenty of times that I’ve come around for tea and we did not even make it to the bedroom, you know that,” Greg smirked, tugging Mycroft’s arm to get him off the chair and get him into the bedroom with great eagerness.
The air between them felt electric. A jolt ran through Greg’s hand as he took hold of Mycroft, happy to let the other man lead him into the bedroom after a deep kiss by the door. Mycroft pressed him against the door and kissed him before they climbed up the stairs. The doorknob pressed against Greg’s lower back as Mycroft kissed him. His knee easily slotted in between Greg’s, the other man letting out a moan of delight as he rocked his hips as he kissed him.
He wondered how pathetic he’d appear if he had admitted to Mycroft that he missed him horribly. How much he admitted to Mycroft that he had missed this and being close with him. Visiting Mycroft for a ‘cup of tea,’ was often the highlight of his week. It wasn’t always sex, they occasionally just had a few glasses and watched a film together and Greg would order a takeaway. Most of the times that he would come over and the rare occasion that Mycroft would come to his flat, they ended up in bed together. Mycroft would bring him a cup of tea after they were cleaned up, usually only wearing a dressing gown.
It wasn’t always like that. The two of them would awkwardly get dressed once the deed was done and they would make small talk though Mycroft did not have a talent for it. Mycroft was not sure what to do and offered him a handshake as they stood by the door, shuffling their feet. A kiss goodbye was far too familiar and intimate with another, not when they had just become ‘friends.’
Mycroft’s hands tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer. A pleased expression was on his face as Greg let out a groan. He wondered if he would even make it to Mycroft’s bedroom. “Thought that you were meant to be taking me to bed,” Greg breathed out as he felt Mycroft’s hands travel down his body and opened up his belt.
“Are you going to complain?” Mycroft asked with a raised eyebrow as he sank onto his knees onto the wooden floorboard.
Greg let out a gulp and shook his head as he heard the noise of his zip being pulled down. The noise still had an effect on him no matter how many times he had been in this position with Mycroft. He wondered if the novelty would ever fade away, it had barely fizzled over the last year and a bit since the arrangement was made.
He pushed his jeans and his boxers down, knowing that Mycroft was not wanting to spend much time waiting around. Mycroft teased him with his hand, stroking him slowly for a moment before he placed his warmth mouton him, making Greg shiver. His tongue licked the tip as if he was a decadent treat moments before he had taken him down.
“Must have been desperately wanting this in the two weeks that you’ve been away,” Greg breathed out as he placed a hand on the wall to keep his balance. His other hand cupped the back of Mycroft’s head gently. “With the way that you are going at it, I’m not sure how you managed.”
He felt Mycroft squeeze his thigh to silence him and attempt to give him an intimidating look. It would have been intimidating if Mycroft did not have his mouth full.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Greg breathed out, pretending to close a zipper across his mouth.
Mycroft rolled his eyes again, pulling away from him for a moment and shuffling on his knees from the wooden floor, grimacing slightly. “Do you mind if we take this to my bedroom? We should have done this by the rug at least, my knees aren’t what they once were. I’m sorry.”
Greg offered up his hand and pulled him up from the floor. He kicked off his trousers and his shoes, knowing it would not be too sexy if he had stumbled on the stairs from his trousers being around his knees.
He pressed Mycroft against the wall and kissed him furiously. His hand reached down and cupped him, relishing in the delightful noise that Mycroft just made. He half considered going on the wooden floor and taking Mycroft into his mouth but decided against it. His knees were worse than Mycroft’s and he doubted that he would even be able to get off the floor again if he went down. Mycroft once told him during sex that he would probably need a knee replacement in seven years judging by the way he threw himself on the floor to suck his cock and how he struggled to get up again. Mycroft had been able to deduce it from how he walked the next morning but Greg wondered if he was making it up.
“Upstairs,” Mycroft breathed out. “Bedroom.”
“Well I don’t see us doing it on the stairs, Myc,” Greg grinned. “My back isn’t what it once was as well as my knees.”
Mycroft bit his lip in the attempt to prevent the corner of his mouth from twitching upwards as he did after Greg had said something that he found amusing. “You should be thankful that I still want to have sex with you even when you are been ridiculous.”
“You've not invited me around for ‘tea,’ in two weeks, we both know that you are desperate for it,” Greg smirked as he started to ascend the stairs.
Mycroft was quickly following behind them, unfastening his tie and shedding his waistcoat in the process. The two of them started to remove their clothing once they got to the bedroom. Greg quickly threw his remaining pieces of clothing on the floor without much care. Mycroft started to carefully place his clothing on the chair, folding his clothing.
Greg threw himself on the bed smirking to himself as he caught a glimpse of the bottle of lube and the box of condoms on the nightstand. “Not wanting to waste time, were you?”
“I did not want a repeat of the last time when we realised that we had no supplies in your flat and you had to run to Tesco to get them,” Mycroft quipped with a raised eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed and on top of Greg.
“Well I could have made you pick them up but you were my guest. It would be rude to make you do that. ,” Greg grinned. His hands grabbed Mycroft’s arse, giving it a squeeze.
They kissed and it quickly became heated once more, Mycroft ground his hips against him. Greg rocked his hips and squeezed his arse once more enjoying the noise of surprise that Mycroft made with it, how it spurred him on more.
Their breathing was heavy, Mycroft panting against his mouth as they kissed. His colour was flushed and his face was red. “Do you have asthma?” Greg asked unsure why he had asked that.
Mycroft stopped his movements for a moment and looked up at him with a puzzled expression on his face. “What? Did you just ask if I had asthma?”
“No idea why,” Greg giggled. “You were breathing heavily.”
He found himself relieved when Mycroft started giggling, letting out an undignified snort. There was something that was oddly intimate about laughter in close proximity. He could feel Mycroft’s body shake next to his. Mycroft usually always surprised his laughter and pretended that he did not find him funny regularly but Greg always took great pride in making him laugh, knowing that he was one of the few who could do that.
Mycroft reached over to the nightstand and handed Greg the bottle of lube propped himself against the pillows. “I think that it would best that you fuck me tonight, you don’t want to trigger my apparent asthma.”
They giggled at one another and Mycroft kissed him again, pulling him close. His breathy chuckle turned to a moan as Greg sliced his fingers and started to work him open, his mouth on Mycroft’s cock. Mycroft’s hand tugged at his hair, moaning out his encouragement, instructing Greg to what he was needing.
“You can get on with it,” Mycroft breathed out. “I’m ready now.”
“Ordering me about,” Greg grinned as he slid the condom on and sickled himself up.
He groaned as Mycroft spread himself open for him on the bed welcoming him between his legs. “Fuck,” he breathed as he slid himself in. Mycroft’s legs wrapped around him and squeezed him, spurring him to move. He looked at Mycroft’s face that had an expression that said: ‘Are you going to get on with it and fuck me?’
Greg started to move his hips driving himself into Mycroft. They kissed clumsily, their teeth clashing together as he moved in Mycroft just how he wanted it, Mycroft ordering him to go faster and deeper. His moans became louder, the headboard hitting against the wall in a soft thump.
Mycroft’s hand wrapped around his cock and he stroked himself. Greg batted his hand away and wrapped his own hand around it, his strokes clumsily and uncoordinated, encouraged by Mycroft’s moans. The headboard thumped against the wall, causing the picture on the walls to shake slightly.
He did not give Mycroft much warning as his orgasm took over him. Mycroft kept him trapped between his legs, shuddering slightly as Greg filled him.
Greg pulled out much to Mycroft’s displeasure, Mycroft letting out a noise of pity at the emptiness. Greg kissed him as he stroked him into conclusion, Mycroft moaned into his mouth as he reached his orgasm.
“Christ,” Mycroft breathed out, his chest heaving. He reached over into the nightstand and pulled out a box of tissues in an attempt to clean himself up slightly.
“You were needing that from your two weeks away. Absolutely desperate,” Greg smirked as he removed the condom and threw it in the bin with great skill.
“It was alright,” Mycroft said with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t want to make you too full of yourself.”
Greg prodded his ribs with his finger. “Don’t lie to yourself,” he grinned. “You enjoyed that, I’ve not seen you like that since you’ve first had me coming around ‘for tea,’ or when we couldn’t fuck for a few months as your work kept you away. Recliner chair in my flat, you remember that. Do you remember that time by your desk and we set the alarm off?”
“How could I forget about that?” Mycroft chuckled. “I had to get Anthea a pay raise and give her a month of holiday, not mentioning all the men with guns after you pressed the button.”
“Still worth it,” Greg grinned.
“I suppose that we should clean up and have a shower and I’ll get the kettle on,” Mycroft said. “You can join me if you’d like.”
Greg shook his head. “I do not want a repeat of spraining my ankle after I slipped. I’ll go and make you tea while you are having one. I know that you don’t like being unclean. I might have a shot of your bath if that’s alright?”
He picked up Mycroft’s dressing gown wordlessly, relieved when Mycroft said that he could put it on as he left for the shower. Greg waited until he heard the water running before he went to the kitchen and started to make himself tea, quite at home in Mycroft’s kitchen, knowing where everything was.
As he was taking out the tea bags and putting them in the bin he found himself starting to wonder if there was something more between them. He did not have much time to think about it, he heard the water being switched off and he started to walk upstairs, knowing that Mycroft did not like to wait for his tea or for it to go cold.