Straight to Hell, Boys

Word association time! Send me a word and my muse will say the first word that comes to their mind.

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:38:07 -0600

mycrofteholmes: di-gregorylestrade: mycrofteholmes: “Oh papa-San, please take me home,” Mycroft...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:36:19 -0600

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

“Oh papa-San, please take me home,” Mycroft sung with a giggle. He leaned against Greg, his hands coming up to caress his firm chest. There were many things Mycroft would come to regret about that evening, but he thought that he’d regret this the most. He wanted more than just a shag with Greg, but if this was his only chance, he might as well take it. Maybe Greg felt the same way too, the annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him. It was quickly shut down, however, as who would want an old political who spends more time in his office than home. No, if he couldn’t have Greg forever, he’d have him for a night.

Greg had to keep his jaw from dropping, hearing Mycroft singing The Clash of all things. He’d always known he was a good looking man, but he’d always wondered if he was as straight laced as he’d appeared. Tonight’s.. situation.. had been a very lovely wake up call. He smiled and leaned into Mycroft’s hand, moving in close enough that they were merely inches from each other. Greg’s free hand wrapped around Mycroft’s just as he tilted his head, moved to one side, his lips barely brushing against the side of Mycroft’s face. He squeezed and interlaced his hand with the slender fingers pressed against his chest. “Is this.. what you want?”

The feel of Greg’s lips on his skin sent shivers down his spine. Greg’s hand was warm against his own cold fingers, he imagined his warm hands running along his body. “Yes I do,” he hummed as he brought their fingers to his lips. Unfortunately he mouth didn’t stop and before he realized it he’d said “More than anything, I want to be with you.”

“You..” He pulled back the slightest bit, just enough to make eye contact with him. He was a bit slurred in his speech, his cheeks felt warm, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t keep his head from being just the tiniest bit wobbly. “..really?” Why would Mycroft be interested in more than a shag with him? Greg knew he was a tough target to hit, but for some reason, he felt.. oddly comfortable with him right now.

mycrofteholmes: “Oh papa-San, please take me home,” Mycroft sung with a giggle. He...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 10:17:04 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

“Oh papa-San, please take me home,” Mycroft sung with a giggle. He leaned against Greg, his hands coming up to caress his firm chest. There were many things Mycroft would come to regret about that evening, but he thought that he’d regret this the most. He wanted more than just a shag with Greg, but if this was his only chance, he might as well take it. Maybe Greg felt the same way too, the annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him. It was quickly shut down, however, as who would want an old political who spends more time in his office than home. No, if he couldn’t have Greg forever, he’d have him for a night.

Greg had to keep his jaw from dropping, hearing Mycroft singing The Clash of all things. He’d always known he was a good looking man, but he’d always wondered if he was as straight laced as he’d appeared. Tonight’s.. situation.. had been a very lovely wake up call. He smiled and leaned into Mycroft’s hand, moving in close enough that they were merely inches from each other. Greg’s free hand wrapped around Mycroft’s just as he tilted his head, moved to one side, his lips barely brushing against the side of Mycroft’s face. He squeezed and interlaced his hand with the slender fingers pressed against his chest. “Is this.. what you want?”

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Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:36:09 -0600

the-holmes-girl:

di-gregorylestrade:

“Oh..” Greg could feel his face flush a bit. He absolutely hated that Sherlock could still get the best of him. He smiled at the woman and shook his head, “..er.. thanks. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name..”

Emaline smiled brightly, handing him the ID. “Emaline. Emaline Holmes. Sherlock’s little sister.” She smiled, holding out her hand for him to shake.

Greg shook her hand and took the badge with the other. “Pleasure, Emaline. I’m Greg, but I take it you’ve heard about me, then.” He smiled and put the badge in his pocket. “I had no idea Sherlock had a sister.”

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Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:21:56 -0600

Hey guys. Sorry I wasn’t around yesterday. It wasn’t a very good day.. Ourgh.

Anyway, I’m back and actually have the next couple of days off (however, my sister is visiting from out of town)

Sooo I should be good to go. I finished all the drafts I had, but if I owe you something, like this post!

Thanks for being awesome guys!

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Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:20:07 -0600

the-holmes-girl:

“Hello there. I’ve got a delivery from Sherlock Holmes. See, he pick-pocketed the Detective Inspector and I made him give it back. But he is on a case so he sent me to do it.”

“Oh..” Greg could feel his face flush a bit. He absolutely hated that Sherlock could still get the best of him. He smiled at the woman and shook his head, “..er.. thanks. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name..”

di-gregorylestrade has found you

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:16:24 -0600

brokenpsychopath:

di-gregorylestrade:

Lestrade gave him a curious look, then a step back. “..Jim? What.. what happened to you?” His eyes wandered over the once-criminal-mastermind and he couldn’t help but be perplexed at the man he now saw in front of him.

James sighed and mouthed, ‘Failure.’ Slipping out his phone his fingers worked out the rest of his words. ‘I failed and now I can no longer speak.’. He showed Gregory what he had typed out and was glad that he hadn’t threatened to throw him in jail, knowing that more trouble would wait for Jim behind iron bars.

Greg leaned forward cautiously and his eyes scanned the phone, confused. He moved back again, ready for some kind of retaliation from Jim. He may look bruissed and broken, but that could jsut be a ploy. This is Moriarty after all.. Without warning, all the anger from the past handful of years came raging back to life. This man ruined Sherlock as well as himself and they both knew it. He tried to keep his voice calm, ”What are you doing here?”

di-gregorylestrade

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:09:39 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

He coughed and nearly spit out his drink at Mycroft’s giggling. Not to mention that goddamn hand on his knee. “Greggie, huh..” His eyes, beginning to blur just the tiniest bit, scanned as much of Mycroft’s face as he could take in. Good god, that mouth.. He could sit and watch him talk for.. “I’m sorry.. I keep.. getting distracted and um.. would you mind if.. I um..” He took his thumb and carefully brought it up to Mycroft’s mouth, wiping at a bit of beer-foam at one corner.

Mycroft wrapped his long fingers around Greg’s wrist to keep him from pulling back as he sucked Greg’s thumb into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled back, sucking the foam off. He let Greg go as his thumb popped from between his lips. “Thank you, Gregory.”

He could feel his heart speed up but he couldn’t tell if it was from the beer, the sight of Mycroft’s lips around his thumb, or the fact that he could have sworn he just felt the tiniest flick of his tongue.. Either way, he felt himself lean forward further towards Mycroft. This is a bad idea.. you know he’s only going to change his mind about you tomorrow.. He shook his head and wrapped his fingers around the back of Mycroft’s neck. He mumbled, ”Fuck it. Straight to hell, right?”

di-gregorylestrade

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:31:53 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

Greg was warm against his skin, even though the fabric, he noted. He was probably imagining it, but the warmth felt nice. “Don’t get used to it,” he laughed, fighting the urge to touch the warm thigh with his hands instead of his leg. “Tomorrow I’ll be very hung over..I’ll call you and apologize for my crass behaviour…and the facade will be back up.” He sighed sadly, wishing he could relax around Greg more often, but he knew in back in his mind, that he couldn’t.

Ugh.. tomorrow.. he thought. Tomorrow he was due in the station for the new batch of rookies’ orientation. But now? Now he was thigh to thigh with Mycroft, resisting the strong urge to.. No, no, jesus, Greg, one thing at a time. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He took another sip from his pint. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t. But I do, and besides..” he subconsciously licked his lips, “My night’s just begun, right?”

Mycroft tilted head a moment, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then, as the gesture dawned on him, he giggled furiously. As he leaned over, his hand slipped onto Greg’s knee. Their faces were fairly close together now, just a little more and… “Of course, Greggie~ And I have a fairly good idea as to where this evening is going,” he giggled, his thumb drawing little circles on Greg’s thigh. “And I have no qualms spending it with you.”

He coughed and nearly spit out his drink at Mycroft’s giggling. Not to mention that goddamn hand on his knee. “Greggie, huh..” His eyes, beginning to blur just the tiniest bit, scanned as much of Mycroft’s face as he could take in. Good god, that mouth.. He could sit and watch him talk for.. “I’m sorry.. I keep.. getting distracted and um.. would you mind if.. I um..” He took his thumb and carefully brought it up to Mycroft’s mouth, wiping at a bit of beer-foam at one corner.

di-gregorylestrade

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 12:32:10 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

“Mmm, it’s in the tongue. I’m quite good with it. Or so they tell me.” he winked, noticing how Greg’s eyes drifted down to his mouth. He nudged Greg gently. It was true, the Holmes brothers were blessed with wicked tongues, though most of the time, they were used for sharp words, though occasionally they used them for more…personal matters.

Greg rubbed his chin and shook his head. How am I actually having this conversation with Mycroft Holmes in a pub? He pressed his thigh against Mycroft’s and leaned back, settling down in his seat. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, smiling at the buzz overcoming torso, his limbs, his mind. “You’re going to get yourself into trouble, Mr. Holmes. I wouldn’t have expected.. I just mean.. I have no idea what I’m talking about.” He had to laugh at himself. Mumbling and flirting like a teenager.

Greg was warm against his skin, even though the fabric, he noted. He was probably imagining it, but the warmth felt nice. “Don’t get used to it,” he laughed, fighting the urge to touch the warm thigh with his hands instead of his leg. “Tomorrow I’ll be very hung over..I’ll call you and apologize for my crass behaviour…and the facade will be back up.” He sighed sadly, wishing he could relax around Greg more often, but he knew in back in his mind, that he couldn’t.

Ugh.. tomorrow.. he thought. Tomorrow he was due in the station for the new bath of rookies’ orientation. But now? Now he was thigh to thigh with Mycroft, resisting the strong urge to.. No, no, jesus, Greg, one thing at a time. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He took another sip from his pint. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t. But I do, and besides..” he subconsciously licked his lips, “My night’s just begun, right?”

di-gregorylestrade

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 17:20:22 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

“Gregory sounds nice,” he mused. It would be nice to scream— Goodness, Mycroft you’re being crass tonight. He blushed a tint at his own thoughts and cleared his throat. He tapped his chin, pondering Greg’s words. “I’m in here,” he said before his filter caught up. Quickly he tried to cover it up. “Er, yes, he’d hit on me too.”

“You’re bloody right he would. And I’d have to knock him a good one, too.” Greg couldn’t wipe the smile from his face listening to Mycroft slur his words. Not to mention hearing his own name.. something about it was different than any other way he’d heard it before. His eyes wandered down Mycroft’s face to his mouth wondering (entirely too obviously) precisely how that tongue rolled those ‘r’s so.. perfectly.

“Mmm, it’s in the tongue. I’m quite good with it. Or so they tell me.” he winked, noticing how Greg’s eyes drifted down to his mouth. He nudged Greg gently. It was true, the Holmes brothers were blessed with wicked tongues, though most of the time, they were used for sharp words, though occasionally they used them for more…personal matters.

Greg rubbed his chin and shook his head. How am I actually having this conversation with Mycroft Holmes in a pub? He pressed his thigh against Mycroft’s and leaned back, settling down in his seat. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, smiling at the buzz overcoming torso, his limbs, his mind. “You’re going to get yourself into trouble, Mr. Holmes. I wouldn’t have expected.. I just mean.. I have no idea what I’m talking about.” He had to laugh at himself. Mumbling and flirting like a teenager.

di-gregorylestrade

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 10:46:26 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

“Gregory..” He snickered “You realize no one calls me Gregory with the exception of my mum..” He cleared his throat and leaned into Mycroft’s shoulder. He felt he had to say that, but.. he wished he didn’t enjoy the way his name rolled off Mycroft’s tongue.. “And besides, all these bastards in here know me.. the last thing they want to do is get in my pants. Well, maybe the barkeep does, but he’s a flirty old prat and he’ll take anyone’s pants, truth be told.”

“Gregory sounds nice,” he mused. It would be nice to scream— Goodness, Mycroft you’re being crass tonight. He blushed a tint at his own thoughts and cleared his throat. He tapped his chin, pondering Greg’s words. “I’m in here,” he said before his filter caught up. Quickly he tried to cover it up. “Er, yes, he’d hit on me too.”

“You’re bloody right he would. And I’d have to knock him a good one, too.” Greg couldn’t wipe the smile from his face listening to Mycroft slur his words. Not to mention hearing his own name.. something about it was different than any other way he’d heard it before. His eyes wandered down Mycroft’s face to his mouth wondering (entirely too obviously) precisely how that tongue rolled those ‘r’s so.. perfectly.

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 22:23:22 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

Greg chuckled and winked at him. Apparently not eating all day and then downing more than half a beer in one go wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea. He began feeling that all-too-familiar burn in his chest that gave him a bit too much confidence once it was in full on go-mode. “Come on, now.. you can’t walk around this place dressed like that and not expect more than a few sets of eyes on you.”

Mycroft giggled batting his hand, shooing away Greg’s compliments. “Don’t be silly, Gregory. Any eyes that may have been on me were yanked away the moment you walked in,” Mycroft teased. His shoulder pressed against Greg’s.

“Gregory..” He snickered “You realize no one calls me Gregory with the exception of my mum..” He cleared his throat and leaned into Mycroft’s shoulder. He felt he had to say that, but.. he wished he didn’t enjoy the way his name rolled off Mycroft’s tongue.. “And besides, all these bastards in here know me.. the last thing they want to do is get in my pants. Well, maybe the barkeep does, but he’s a flirty old prat and he’ll take anyone’s pants, truth be told.”

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 21:23:08 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

He swallowed the gulp of beer and set the glass back down. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket before allowing his eyes to wander back to the well-dressed man across from him. “You know you’re not too bad yourself..” He could feel the color change in his cheeks.

Mycroft snorted and shook his head. Greg blushing was adorable and he hoped like hell he’d remember it tomorrow. “I’m not, but thank you.” he smiled, shaking his head.

Greg chuckled and winked at him. Apparently not eating all day and then downing more than half a beer in one go wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea. He began feeling that all-too-familiar burn in his chest that gave him a bit too much confidence once it was in full on go-mode. “Come on, now.. you can’t walk around this place dressed like that and not expect more than a few sets of eyes on you.”

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 21:04:44 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade

Greg opened his mouth to respond, but at that precise moment, he realized he had nothing to say. He’d always admired Mycroft, but typically it was from across a street filled with the blue haze of flashing police car lights, do-not-cross tape, and more than likely some poor dead man on a slab.. And certainly not from across a dimly lit table in a smoky, crowded bar. “I.. ” The waitress slid a pint across to him. Greg practically snatched it up, winked at her, and raised it towards Mycroft. “Bottoms up, yeah?” He tipped the glass up, attempting to down as much liquid courage as he could.

Mycroft picked up his own glass and sipped at it. He was already plastered and didn’t feel like dying of alcohol poisoning anytime soon. He giggled at Greg’s reaction, it was like he’d never been told he was handsome before.

He swallowed the gulp of beer and set the glass back down. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket before allowing his eyes to wander back to the well-dressed man across from him. “You know you’re not too bad yourself..” He could feel the color change in his cheeks.

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 20:46:29 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

Greg’s eyes scanned the room, making sure they weren’t attracting more attention than necessary. He knew Mycroft was a rather important person, so the fewer eyes watching the two of them, the better. He took a seat next to him and waved a hand to the waitress beside the bar. He grinned back at Mycroft. “I haven’t seen you in here before.. Did your.. *ahem* clients.. suggest it?”

“Yes,” he sighed, putting his chin in his hands and…admiring Greg. “You’re very pretty, Gregory. Did you know that?” Sober Mycroft would never have mentioned his attraction to Greg, but at the time, Mycroft was far from sober, and Greg was looking exceptionally beautiful today.

Greg opened his mouth to respond, but at that precise moment, he realized he had nothing to say. He’d always admired Mycroft, but typically it was from across a street filled with the blue haze of flashing police car lights, do-not-cross tape, and more than likely some poor dead man on a slab.. And certainly not from across a dimly lit table in a smoky, crowded bar. “I.. ” The waitress slid a pint across to him. Greg practically snatched it up, winked at her, and raised it towards Mycroft. “Bottoms up, yeah?” He tipped the glass up, attempting to down as much liquid courage as he could.

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 19:58:34 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

“Oh.. Okay, sure.” He looked over the men in the booth and back over at Mycroft. Clearly, Mycroft had had enough already for the evening.. Or maybe he hadn’t. “How long have you been here?” He tried his hardest not to laugh out loud, but couldn’t help but snicker a bit at Mycroft in rare form.

“One hour, thirty-four minutes and..” he hiccuped again, tossing numbers back and forth in his head. “Seventeen seconds, give or take. S’seconds are harder, but m’fairly accurate.” Mycroft shrugged and leaned toward Greg, completely forgetting his clients.

This time he couldn’t help it; he laughed out loud and shook his head, “I didn’t mean.. no, no, it’s alright. Here, sit down.. looks like you might need to have a sit..” He gestured towards the booth just before he realized that Mycroft Holmes might actually need a hand getting ten feet across the room.

Mycroft scoffed and slunk back to his booth. “I don’t need help,” he said, flashing a drunken glare toward the DI. It was shaky, and he stumbled a few times, but eventually he did make it. The lanky politician plopped into the cushions, and scooted over for Greg.

Greg’s eyes scanned the room, making sure they weren’t attracting more attention than necessary. He knew Mycroft was a rather important person, so the fewer eyes watching the two of them, the better. He took a seat next to him and waved a hand to the waitress beside the bar. He grinned back at Mycroft. “I haven’t seen you in here before.. Did your.. *ahem* clients.. suggest it?”

ooc:

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 18:06:46 -0600

//brb guys. Dinner tiiiiime ^.^

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Fri, 15 Mar 2013 18:05:59 -0600

brokenpsychopath:

’What do you want Lestrade?’, he mouthed to the man in front of him.

Lestrade gave him a curious look, then a step back. “..Jim? What.. what happened to you?” His eyes wandered over the once-criminal-mastermind and he couldn’t help but be perplexed at the man he now saw in front of him.

di-gregorylestrade

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 18:00:13 -0600

mycrofteholmes:

di-gregorylestrade:

mycrofteholmes:

“My clients,” he hiccuped, gesturing toward the practically-blacked-out men at his booth. None of them had the mental capacity to even say hello, let alone complain that this was a ‘business meeting.’ “Come sssit with me, Gregory. I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Oh.. Okay, sure.” He looked over the men in the booth and back over at Mycroft. Clearly, Mycroft had had enough already for the evening.. Or maybe he hadn’t. “How long have you been here?” He tried his hardest not to laugh out loud, but couldn’t help but snicker a bit at Mycroft in rare form.

“One hour, thirty-four minutes and..” he hiccuped again, tossing numbers back and forth in his head. “Seventeen seconds, give or take. S’seconds are harder, but m’fairly accurate.” Mycroft shrugged and leaned toward Greg, completely forgetting his clients.

This time he couldn’t help it; he laughed out loud and shook his head, “I didn’t mean.. no, no, it’s alright. Here, sit down.. looks like you might need to have a sit..” He gestured towards the booth just before he realized that Mycroft Holmes might actually need a hand getting ten feet across the room.