Perspective glass, Mycroft/John, R/NC17
Title: Perspective glass
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 glasses. John gets a bit wibbly.
In the same sort of 'verse as Whisker burn but can be read as stand alone.
It was after Mycroft had complained about the fourth headache in under two weeks that John had insisted he went to the optician's. John had threatened to go to Anthea and get her to arrange an appointment for him, but eventually, Mycroft had gone.
John was on a break at work when he got a chance to check his phone. He'd learnt to keep it on silent and in his jacket, which in turn was kept on the back of the door. Less opportunity to check it if it was out of arm's reach.
From: Mycroft
Have been to the optician's as requested. Have got glasses. MH
John made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. He enjoyed being right, especially when it was a Holmes he was right about. He tapped out a quick reply.
To: Mycroft
Good. Will I still be seeing you tonight? JW
He didn't have to wait long for a reply.
From: Mycroft
Yes. Will you stay the night? MH
A slow smile spread over John's face.
To: Mycroft
Of course. See you later. JW
Five cases of the 'flu, two cases of tonsillitis and a referral to a physiotherapist later and John was finished. He stood up, feeling stiff from sitting down for so long.
Although they had made plans earlier, he was still surprised to see one of Mycroft's cars outside the practice. Usually John made it home for a shower and possibly a change of clothing before meeting Mycroft. He looked down at what he was wearing. In deference to the warmer weather he had forgone the jumper and was wearing a shirt, no tie. It was vaguely smart, possibly smart enough depending on where Mycroft had decided to go for food.
There was no one in the car, which took him to Mycroft's flat. He was met at the door, with a smile and a kiss, as always.
“You're not wearing your glasses.”
“I only have to wear them while reading or at the computer.” Mycroft looked slightly disdainful at the idea. John chuckled.
“Make sure you do.”
“There are clean towels waiting for you in the bathroom, if you'd like to shower?”
“That would be brilliant, thank you.”
“I also took the liberty of bringing some of your clothes over here, I hope you don't think I've overstepped any boundaries?”
“Well...I would prefer to be asked about these things first, but as I would've said yes, no harm done. It was very...” John wanted to say sweet, but this was Mycroft. So he settled with “thoughtful of you.” He kissed Mycroft, sighing as he felt Mycroft's tongue lap at his closed lips. They parted and Mycroft smiled down at John.
“I will keep that in mind. Your clothes are in the middle drawer of the chest of drawers in the bedroom.”
“Thank you.” John turned and walked to the bedroom. He pulled the drawer open, and there were a few pairs of trousers, shirts and his favourite jumper, all neatly folded. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he felt himself smiling broadly. He stripped, and entered the en suite bathroom.
After showering and dressing he wandered through the flat. Mycroft was neither in the living room or the kitchen. That only left the study. He walked through the kitchen to the small but serviceable study. Mycroft was at his computer. He looked up as John lingered in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt.
“Enjoy your shower?”
John's mouth went dry. Mycroft was actually wearing his glasses. They were square and fairly thick-rimmed, but tortoiseshell, rather than the black that was fashionable at the moment. Mycroft was currently looking over the top of them at John, and, rather than making him feel like a student being berated like a teacher, it sent a warm thrill down his spine.
“Yes, thank you.” John said, walking into the room proper, and approaching the desk. Mycroft was looking at him properly now, through the glasses. They drew attention to Mycroft's eyes, which were incredibly blue - John loved Mycroft's eyes. Mycroft could school his face into whatever emotion he wanted you to see, but his eyes very rarely lied, and John could read them very well. At the moment they were warm with amusement.
“You like my glasses, then?”
John didn't reply, just walked around the desk to lean down for a kiss. Mycroft's hands found John's waist, thumbs stroking along the waist band of John's jeans.
John's hands travelled from Mycroft's shoulders up to cup his face, fingertips brushing the arms of the glasses where they rested behind Mycroft's ears.
Mycroft made a soft noise and deepened the kiss, and John wished he was young enough to crawl into Mycroft's lap.
Instead he stepped back, allowing Mycroft to stand. John's shirt was unbuttoned as Mycroft kissed him deep and drugging. John let go of Mycroft just long enough for the shirt to fall to the floor.
Insistent hands turn John around and bend him over the desk, and John shudders slightly, hands sliding on the cool wood. John fumbles with his trousers and underwear, pushing them down just enough to give allow Mycroft access.
Mycroft opens a drawer and pulls out condoms and lubricant.
“In your study? Really, Mycroft?” John laughed. Mycroft nipped John's shoulder.
“I like to be prepared for every eventuality, John. Besides, are you complaining?” He punctuated his question by breaching John with a finger.
“No," John gasps, swearing as Mycroft pushes deeper. Mycroft chuckled, low in John's ear, causing his cock to twitch.
Once John was prepared, Mycroft pulled out his fingers and John could hear the rustle of clothing being removed. He melted a bit when he feels the warmth of Mycroft's skin pressed his - he could feel it all the way down his back, the heat of Mycroft's erection pressed into his arse, and Mycroft's knee parted John's legs.
Mycroft entered him slowly, letting him adjust to the intrusion. When he's fully seated he rested his forehead against John's back and - bloody hell - John could feel the cool plastic of Mycroft's glasses pressing into his skin.
Mycroft started to thrust gently, groaning softly. John arched slightly, pressing his hips back to meet Mycroft's thrusts. Mycroft mouthed and licked at the back of John's neck. John shuddered and groaned as Mycroft picked up the pace, cock brushing against his prostate with every thrust. John could feel sweat starting to trickle down his sides as pleasure tingled down his spine.
John felt one of Mycroft's hands running down his arm until their fingers met. John tangled their fingers together and let his head fall forward, gasping when Mycroft bit at the base of his neck.
Mycroft's other hand travelled from John's hip to his stomach, stroking briefly before dipping down to John's dick. John swore roughly, and thrust forward, the friction of Mycroft's hand just perfect. John squeezed Mycroft's hand as he came over the expensive desk, feeling his muscles clench around Mycroft. Mycroft's hips stutter then thrust deep and he came, groaning loudly.
Mycroft pulled out and stepped back to deal with the condom. John straightened up, groaning softly as his arms and shoulders complained about all the weight he had put on them.
He turned around and perched on the desk, humming happily when Mycroft stood in between spread legs and kissed him. Mycroft produced a handkerchief from somewhere and cleaned John up.
“Do we have reservations we need to rush for?”
“We did, but we're too late now.”
“Oops.” John laughed. “Take away?”
Mycroft sighed. “I suppose we shall have to.” But his eyes were amused behind his glasses
John reached up to cup Mycroft's face again, running a thumb along the arm of the glasses. “They suit you.”
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 glasses. John gets a bit wibbly.
In the same sort of 'verse as Whisker burn but can be read as stand alone.
It was after Mycroft had complained about the fourth headache in under two weeks that John had insisted he went to the optician's. John had threatened to go to Anthea and get her to arrange an appointment for him, but eventually, Mycroft had gone.
John was on a break at work when he got a chance to check his phone. He'd learnt to keep it on silent and in his jacket, which in turn was kept on the back of the door. Less opportunity to check it if it was out of arm's reach.
From: Mycroft
Have been to the optician's as requested. Have got glasses. MH
John made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. He enjoyed being right, especially when it was a Holmes he was right about. He tapped out a quick reply.
To: Mycroft
Good. Will I still be seeing you tonight? JW
He didn't have to wait long for a reply.
From: Mycroft
Yes. Will you stay the night? MH
A slow smile spread over John's face.
To: Mycroft
Of course. See you later. JW
Five cases of the 'flu, two cases of tonsillitis and a referral to a physiotherapist later and John was finished. He stood up, feeling stiff from sitting down for so long.
Although they had made plans earlier, he was still surprised to see one of Mycroft's cars outside the practice. Usually John made it home for a shower and possibly a change of clothing before meeting Mycroft. He looked down at what he was wearing. In deference to the warmer weather he had forgone the jumper and was wearing a shirt, no tie. It was vaguely smart, possibly smart enough depending on where Mycroft had decided to go for food.
There was no one in the car, which took him to Mycroft's flat. He was met at the door, with a smile and a kiss, as always.
“You're not wearing your glasses.”
“I only have to wear them while reading or at the computer.” Mycroft looked slightly disdainful at the idea. John chuckled.
“Make sure you do.”
“There are clean towels waiting for you in the bathroom, if you'd like to shower?”
“That would be brilliant, thank you.”
“I also took the liberty of bringing some of your clothes over here, I hope you don't think I've overstepped any boundaries?”
“Well...I would prefer to be asked about these things first, but as I would've said yes, no harm done. It was very...” John wanted to say sweet, but this was Mycroft. So he settled with “thoughtful of you.” He kissed Mycroft, sighing as he felt Mycroft's tongue lap at his closed lips. They parted and Mycroft smiled down at John.
“I will keep that in mind. Your clothes are in the middle drawer of the chest of drawers in the bedroom.”
“Thank you.” John turned and walked to the bedroom. He pulled the drawer open, and there were a few pairs of trousers, shirts and his favourite jumper, all neatly folded. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he felt himself smiling broadly. He stripped, and entered the en suite bathroom.
After showering and dressing he wandered through the flat. Mycroft was neither in the living room or the kitchen. That only left the study. He walked through the kitchen to the small but serviceable study. Mycroft was at his computer. He looked up as John lingered in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt.
“Enjoy your shower?”
John's mouth went dry. Mycroft was actually wearing his glasses. They were square and fairly thick-rimmed, but tortoiseshell, rather than the black that was fashionable at the moment. Mycroft was currently looking over the top of them at John, and, rather than making him feel like a student being berated like a teacher, it sent a warm thrill down his spine.
“Yes, thank you.” John said, walking into the room proper, and approaching the desk. Mycroft was looking at him properly now, through the glasses. They drew attention to Mycroft's eyes, which were incredibly blue - John loved Mycroft's eyes. Mycroft could school his face into whatever emotion he wanted you to see, but his eyes very rarely lied, and John could read them very well. At the moment they were warm with amusement.
“You like my glasses, then?”
John didn't reply, just walked around the desk to lean down for a kiss. Mycroft's hands found John's waist, thumbs stroking along the waist band of John's jeans.
John's hands travelled from Mycroft's shoulders up to cup his face, fingertips brushing the arms of the glasses where they rested behind Mycroft's ears.
Mycroft made a soft noise and deepened the kiss, and John wished he was young enough to crawl into Mycroft's lap.
Instead he stepped back, allowing Mycroft to stand. John's shirt was unbuttoned as Mycroft kissed him deep and drugging. John let go of Mycroft just long enough for the shirt to fall to the floor.
Insistent hands turn John around and bend him over the desk, and John shudders slightly, hands sliding on the cool wood. John fumbles with his trousers and underwear, pushing them down just enough to give allow Mycroft access.
Mycroft opens a drawer and pulls out condoms and lubricant.
“In your study? Really, Mycroft?” John laughed. Mycroft nipped John's shoulder.
“I like to be prepared for every eventuality, John. Besides, are you complaining?” He punctuated his question by breaching John with a finger.
“No," John gasps, swearing as Mycroft pushes deeper. Mycroft chuckled, low in John's ear, causing his cock to twitch.
Once John was prepared, Mycroft pulled out his fingers and John could hear the rustle of clothing being removed. He melted a bit when he feels the warmth of Mycroft's skin pressed his - he could feel it all the way down his back, the heat of Mycroft's erection pressed into his arse, and Mycroft's knee parted John's legs.
Mycroft entered him slowly, letting him adjust to the intrusion. When he's fully seated he rested his forehead against John's back and - bloody hell - John could feel the cool plastic of Mycroft's glasses pressing into his skin.
Mycroft started to thrust gently, groaning softly. John arched slightly, pressing his hips back to meet Mycroft's thrusts. Mycroft mouthed and licked at the back of John's neck. John shuddered and groaned as Mycroft picked up the pace, cock brushing against his prostate with every thrust. John could feel sweat starting to trickle down his sides as pleasure tingled down his spine.
John felt one of Mycroft's hands running down his arm until their fingers met. John tangled their fingers together and let his head fall forward, gasping when Mycroft bit at the base of his neck.
Mycroft's other hand travelled from John's hip to his stomach, stroking briefly before dipping down to John's dick. John swore roughly, and thrust forward, the friction of Mycroft's hand just perfect. John squeezed Mycroft's hand as he came over the expensive desk, feeling his muscles clench around Mycroft. Mycroft's hips stutter then thrust deep and he came, groaning loudly.
Mycroft pulled out and stepped back to deal with the condom. John straightened up, groaning softly as his arms and shoulders complained about all the weight he had put on them.
He turned around and perched on the desk, humming happily when Mycroft stood in between spread legs and kissed him. Mycroft produced a handkerchief from somewhere and cleaned John up.
“Do we have reservations we need to rush for?”
“We did, but we're too late now.”
“Oops.” John laughed. “Take away?”
Mycroft sighed. “I suppose we shall have to.” But his eyes were amused behind his glasses
John reached up to cup Mycroft's face again, running a thumb along the arm of the glasses. “They suit you.”