Leather's now in the bedroom
It was quite a surprise for Mycroft to find Lestrade waiting for him, instead of the other way round. It wasn’t a Lestrade Mycroft was use to, this Lestrade was astride a motorbike decked out in leather.
Mycroft for once was speechless, he hadn’t seen this coming and none of his surveillance had warned him of this. Lestrade had pulled off his helmet and was smiling at his lover, “Hello” he called.
Mycroft looked around himself, praying that no one saw him on the back of the bike, he’d never live it down. Especially since he’d be the girl in the back seat. No, no-one must see this.
Mock glaring at Lestrade, Mycroft cautiously walked towards the bike. Giving it a once over, he raised his brow at the grinning Lestrade, who looked scrumptious in his leather suit. Mycroft filed away the idea to bring leather into the bedroom, if he looked this good in public imagine what he’d look like in a leather thong. Mycroft almost couldn’t stop then moan that threatened with _that_ image.
Lestrade was watching Mycroft glare at the bike, he almost missed the glaze over a Mycroft’s eyes and the fleeting look of lust. Smirking Lestrade unsaddled himself, setting his helmet on the seat and walking over to his lover. Reaching up he stoked his leather cased fingers over Mycroft’s cheek, saw the man shudder and lean into the touch and decided that leather was now a must have in the bedroom.
He shifted his fingers from Mycroft’s cheek to his lips, placing a leathered finger over his bottom lip Lestrade smiled allowing his desire to flood his gaze. Mycroft sucked in a breath, oh god, the leather was going to be the end of him.
However instead of kissing him, or continuing the leather foreplay in public, Lestrade strode away, back to his bike. He pulled a second helmet out and held it out to Mycroft, “I bought you a helmet, baby”
Mycroft was back to glaring ineffectively, his obvious desire marring the effect. Lestrade watched a Mycroft took the helmet hesitantly holding it like a filthy poisonous rat. “It’s not going to bite you” Lestrade laughed, placing his own helmet back on his head.
Mycroft took a fortifying breath before placing the constrictive helmet over his head and watching Lestrade climb on the bike. Lestrade turned his head his voice echoing through the helmet, “Climb on baby, I’ll take you for a ride”
Muttering under his breath Mycroft approached the bike, grasping onto Lestrade he hoisted himself over the bike, a leg either side and crotch firmly pushed against Lestrade’s butt. “Hmm I think I like this position” he whispered, Lestrade hearing the underlying tone of lust in his voice. “Just you wait and we’ll be home and in bed before you know it”
“Keep the leather” Mycroft answered, Lestrade’s smirk unseen. Oh he planned to.
The ride home was fast and dangerous which only served to heighten their arousal. By the time they reached their house they were straining in their pants. Mycroft was the first off the bike, pulling his helmet off he grabbed Lestrade and proceeded to drag him to their bedroom for a hot and steamy session with the riding leather.