Whisker Burn, Mycroft/John, R-NC-17
Title: Whisker Burn
Author: blue_eyed_1987
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Dodgy tenses, and dodgy porn. Some fluffiness.
A/N: Thanks to selkie3 for the beta. All remaining mistakes are mine. Based on this conversation on the kink meme, and these these photos. Mycroft gets stubble. John gets a bit wibbly. I plan to write a couple more stories like this, all being well :D
John was trying not to fidget. Mycroft was due back from a conference in Australia today, and had promised to send for John as soon as he could after he had arrived.
From: Mycroft
Car will be with you soon. Will be bringing you to my house. Am quite jet-lagged I'm afraid. MH
John fired off a quick reply. His many and varied fantasies about how he was going to welcome Mycroft would have to wait it seemed. He hadn't expected to miss Mycroft as much as he had.
Their relationship-type thing hadn't been going all that long, and they were still navigating their way around each other. Having to deal with Sherlock as well wasn't helping, either. Thankfully Sherlock wasn't hindering them either. John had even caught himself checking to see if the CCTV cameras were following him around London once. Not that he'd ever admit that.
Eventually a car pulled up outside Baker Street. John pulled on a coat and clattered down the stairs, ignoring the pointed squeal of Sherlock's violin.
The car pulled up outside a town house. It was three stories, and had been modernised and converted into flats. John buzzed to be let into the top flat. Mycroft's flat was large, it took up the entire of the top floor, and included a small roof garden. An exhausted looking Mycroft was waiting at the door for him.
John smiled broadly as he approached Mycroft, one hand reaching out to grip the other man's arm. The other hand moved up to brush against the beard adorning Mycroft's face. It was reddish brown stubble - Mycroft hadn't shaved before travelling back - and should look out of place on Mycroft, who was so proper and formal, but it didn't. Well, maybe a bit, but it looked good. Really good. Really, very good.
Mycroft huffed a laugh and pulled John inside the flat, kissing him. John made a noise at the tickle of hair on his face. Mycroft pulled him into a brief hug, pulling away to stifle a jaw-cracking yawn.
“You should get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake, if you like.”
“I can think of nothing I'd like more.”
~~~
John pottered around the house for a few hours. He'd only been in Mycroft's flat a couple of times before, and it felt odd being there when Mycroft was asleep. He flicked on the TV and tried to disturb the cleanliness of the place as little as possible. John eventually headed to the bedroom, undressing down to his boxers, and carefully climbing into bed, revelling in the feel and smell of Mycroft close to him. Mycroft woke up and blinked at John.
“Sorry.” John whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“Hmm, no. I don't think I will.” Mycroft kissed John, slow and soft and sleepy. John nuzzled Mycroft's face, almost purring as he brushed against the stubble on Mycroft's face. Mycroft pushed himself closer to John, hands travelling over John's stomach. By the time Mycroft pulled away all John could think about was getting Mycroft naked, and how much he wanted whisker burns on the inside of his thighs.
Mycroft just chuckled and started undressing John, kissing his way down his chest. John arched up and groaned as Mycroft's tongue circled a nipple. His breath caught as his nipple was bitten, and then Mycroft moved to lavish the same attention on his other nipple.
John was whimpering when Mycroft reached his groin, swearing when Mycroft skipped over his erection and shuffled down until it he was somewhere around the region of his knees.
“Patience, my dear.” Mycroft chided, nipping the inside of John's knee. He then brushed his cheek along the inside of John's leg, soothing the burn with kisses and laps of his tongue. John clenched his thighs in response, groaning Mycroft's name.
Mycroft shifted John's leg over his shoulder and moved up to place sloppy kisses down the length of John's dick. John mewled at the friction of the beard scraping on his sensitive skin. Mycroft sucked John's erection into his mouth, wet heat soothing away the irritation. John threaded his fingers through Mycroft's hair, fighting the urge to thrust upwards.
Waves of pleasure travelled down John's spine as Mycroft sucked and stroked John's straining erection, the fingers of one hand trailing over John's hole and balls. John moved his hands to Mycroft shoulders, clutching onto Mycroft as he felt his orgasm start to build. Mycroft swallowed around him, squeezing his balls slightly. John thrust upwards, and groaned loudly as he came down Mycroft's throat.
John dragged Mycroft up, kissing him deeply and moaning at the taste of himself on Mycroft's tongue. Mycroft panted against him, hips moving against John's. After some flailing and confusion they managed to get Mycroft's underwear off. John desperately wanted Mycroft to fuck him, but wrapped his hand around Mycroft, stroking firmly.
Mycroft buried his head against John's neck, panting and shuddering as John's hand sped up. John gasped as Mycroft sucked a kiss into his neck, and his stubble scraped against his sensitive skin. Mycroft thrust into John's hand, sighing John's name as he came, long and messy on John's hand and stomach.
Mycroft groaned and moved himself off John, throwing a arm over his waist. John rolled onto his side and stroked a hand down the side of Mycroft's face, feeling the beard catch on the calluses on his hands. John could feel spots of heat on his cooling skin where the whiskers had irritated - neck and chest and knee. He knew Mycroft couldn't keep the stubble - appearance was too important in his work - so he was glad there were reminders that he could brush his fingers against, once the beard had been shaved off.
“If I'd known you'd enjoy facial hair I would have been lazy far earlier in our acquaintance.”
John huffed a laugh, and leaned closer to kiss him again.
~~~
Author: blue_eyed_1987
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Dodgy tenses, and dodgy porn. Some fluffiness.
A/N: Thanks to selkie3 for the beta. All remaining mistakes are mine. Based on this conversation on the kink meme, and these these photos. Mycroft gets stubble. John gets a bit wibbly. I plan to write a couple more stories like this, all being well :D
John was trying not to fidget. Mycroft was due back from a conference in Australia today, and had promised to send for John as soon as he could after he had arrived.
From: Mycroft
Car will be with you soon. Will be bringing you to my house. Am quite jet-lagged I'm afraid. MH
John fired off a quick reply. His many and varied fantasies about how he was going to welcome Mycroft would have to wait it seemed. He hadn't expected to miss Mycroft as much as he had.
Their relationship-type thing hadn't been going all that long, and they were still navigating their way around each other. Having to deal with Sherlock as well wasn't helping, either. Thankfully Sherlock wasn't hindering them either. John had even caught himself checking to see if the CCTV cameras were following him around London once. Not that he'd ever admit that.
Eventually a car pulled up outside Baker Street. John pulled on a coat and clattered down the stairs, ignoring the pointed squeal of Sherlock's violin.
The car pulled up outside a town house. It was three stories, and had been modernised and converted into flats. John buzzed to be let into the top flat. Mycroft's flat was large, it took up the entire of the top floor, and included a small roof garden. An exhausted looking Mycroft was waiting at the door for him.
John smiled broadly as he approached Mycroft, one hand reaching out to grip the other man's arm. The other hand moved up to brush against the beard adorning Mycroft's face. It was reddish brown stubble - Mycroft hadn't shaved before travelling back - and should look out of place on Mycroft, who was so proper and formal, but it didn't. Well, maybe a bit, but it looked good. Really good. Really, very good.
Mycroft huffed a laugh and pulled John inside the flat, kissing him. John made a noise at the tickle of hair on his face. Mycroft pulled him into a brief hug, pulling away to stifle a jaw-cracking yawn.
“You should get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake, if you like.”
“I can think of nothing I'd like more.”
~~~
John pottered around the house for a few hours. He'd only been in Mycroft's flat a couple of times before, and it felt odd being there when Mycroft was asleep. He flicked on the TV and tried to disturb the cleanliness of the place as little as possible. John eventually headed to the bedroom, undressing down to his boxers, and carefully climbing into bed, revelling in the feel and smell of Mycroft close to him. Mycroft woke up and blinked at John.
“Sorry.” John whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
“Hmm, no. I don't think I will.” Mycroft kissed John, slow and soft and sleepy. John nuzzled Mycroft's face, almost purring as he brushed against the stubble on Mycroft's face. Mycroft pushed himself closer to John, hands travelling over John's stomach. By the time Mycroft pulled away all John could think about was getting Mycroft naked, and how much he wanted whisker burns on the inside of his thighs.
Mycroft just chuckled and started undressing John, kissing his way down his chest. John arched up and groaned as Mycroft's tongue circled a nipple. His breath caught as his nipple was bitten, and then Mycroft moved to lavish the same attention on his other nipple.
John was whimpering when Mycroft reached his groin, swearing when Mycroft skipped over his erection and shuffled down until it he was somewhere around the region of his knees.
“Patience, my dear.” Mycroft chided, nipping the inside of John's knee. He then brushed his cheek along the inside of John's leg, soothing the burn with kisses and laps of his tongue. John clenched his thighs in response, groaning Mycroft's name.
Mycroft shifted John's leg over his shoulder and moved up to place sloppy kisses down the length of John's dick. John mewled at the friction of the beard scraping on his sensitive skin. Mycroft sucked John's erection into his mouth, wet heat soothing away the irritation. John threaded his fingers through Mycroft's hair, fighting the urge to thrust upwards.
Waves of pleasure travelled down John's spine as Mycroft sucked and stroked John's straining erection, the fingers of one hand trailing over John's hole and balls. John moved his hands to Mycroft shoulders, clutching onto Mycroft as he felt his orgasm start to build. Mycroft swallowed around him, squeezing his balls slightly. John thrust upwards, and groaned loudly as he came down Mycroft's throat.
John dragged Mycroft up, kissing him deeply and moaning at the taste of himself on Mycroft's tongue. Mycroft panted against him, hips moving against John's. After some flailing and confusion they managed to get Mycroft's underwear off. John desperately wanted Mycroft to fuck him, but wrapped his hand around Mycroft, stroking firmly.
Mycroft buried his head against John's neck, panting and shuddering as John's hand sped up. John gasped as Mycroft sucked a kiss into his neck, and his stubble scraped against his sensitive skin. Mycroft thrust into John's hand, sighing John's name as he came, long and messy on John's hand and stomach.
Mycroft groaned and moved himself off John, throwing a arm over his waist. John rolled onto his side and stroked a hand down the side of Mycroft's face, feeling the beard catch on the calluses on his hands. John could feel spots of heat on his cooling skin where the whiskers had irritated - neck and chest and knee. He knew Mycroft couldn't keep the stubble - appearance was too important in his work - so he was glad there were reminders that he could brush his fingers against, once the beard had been shaved off.
“If I'd known you'd enjoy facial hair I would have been lazy far earlier in our acquaintance.”
John huffed a laugh, and leaned closer to kiss him again.
~~~