Plus side to Gravity
Show: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: Mystrade (Mycroft/Lestrade)
Rating: T
Summary: For the sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme, Prompt: Mycroft drops a lot of stuff on purpose so he can watch Lestrade bend over to pick it up and be all, "DAT ASSSSSS"
5 times + 1
1. Lestrade glanced down at the quid that rolled straight to his shoe before deciding that was enough and falling to the ground. The DI paused as he stared at the coin before bending over and picking it up. He tossed it in his hand before looking around for the owner. Realizing that it would be nearly impossible to give the coin back to it's own in this crowed street, Lestrade sighed and pocketed it before making his way back to the Yard.
The CCTV camera following his movements the whole time.
2. Lestrade hated going to Sherlock's flat for help but when the consulting detective refused to answer his texts it usually lead to desperate measures. Not that he wasn't desperate enough actually going to Sherlock in the first place. He was surprised to find there was another man in Sherlock's flat, not the elusive detective and not the doctor.
Sherlock had a brother, Lestrade briefly remembered John complaining about him one night at the pub. The DI straightened up slightly when he was graced with a smirk from the older Holmes brother.
The dangerous one, Lestrade remembered John stating, and that was a scary thought.
"I believe my brother should be returning any moment, do have a seat Detective Inspector Lestrade." The man motioned towards Sherlock's chair which meant that the DI would have to walk past him.
Lestrade tightened his jaw as he walked past, not bothering to react to the fact that Sherlock's brother knew his name. He was just about to Sherlock's chair when suddenly an umbrella dropped to the floor beside him. Lestrade blinked glancing back at Mycroft who looked at the umbrella in mild surprise. Lestrade just shrugged, bending over to pick it up just as the door to the apartment flew open.
Lestrade stood up with the umbrella in his hand as Sherlock glared, not at him surprisingly, but as his brother. John had a hand in his mouth as if he was trying to hold back a laugh which Lestrade found odd but now that the consulting detective had returned he could bring up the case.
He'll ask John for more information once he knew who the thief was.
3. The coffee shop was Lestrade's only place away from everything.
Work was work, already taking too much of his time, and his flat had just become an extension of work. This tiny cafe, only two blocks from his flat and it was the closest thing to paradise Lestrade would probably see before his job finally did him in.
It was quiet, the people were polite, and there was always a table in his corner to sit at. He didn't think twice about bending down to pick up the packet of coffee off the ground that the poor sod behind him had dropped, only when he recognized impeccable suit and smarmy attitude of the man behind him did he suddenly become self conscious.
"Thank you, Detective Inspector Lestrade." Mycroft smirked making Lestrade's ears go red.
Lestrade didn't reply, and he chose to ignore the purr the older man made as he walked away.
4. Lestrade walked into his apartment throwing his jacket on the ground and kicking off his shoes, not bothering to mind the mess as he wandered into the living room.
There was a cupcake on the ground in the middle of his living room.
With a candle on it.
The DI stared at the tiny flame before he smiled, he bent down to pick up the candle and tried not to smile as he heard the low whistle behind him. Lestrade grabbed the cupcake and turned to see Mycroft leaning on the doorway to his living room.
"It's not my birthday." Lestrade stated cooly, knowning the goverment official already knew that but Mycroft still gave him an appreciative look.
"I know." Mycroft entered the living room, leaning over slightly to blow out the candle before he stared at Lestrade's eyes. "It's mine, and believe me when I say, I appreciate the present."
Lestrade didn't bother asking what present as he kissed the taller man, fighting the blush on his face as Mycroft pulled him closer, the goverment official grabbing Lestrade's ass and making sure their hips were connected.
Lestrade laughed.
5. Mycroft dropped his pen as he signed for his receipt at the restaurant, it rolled on the floor a convenient distance and Lestrade didn't even think about it as he got up, bent over, and retrieved the pen.
Mycroft grabbed Lestrade's book from the coffee table and threw it on the floor. The Detective didn't even acknowledge the act as he stood from his seat, bent over, and retrieved the book.
Mycroft dropped his phone in Sherlock's flat, and despite the fact that Lestrade was on the other side of the room having a conversation with John the dectective went over to retrieve, only realizing what he had done when he turned to hand Mycroft back his phone, and saw a surprised look on John's face and a disturbed expression on Sherlock's.
"You have no shame." Was all Sherlock managed to say before the consulting detective was in the kitchen and as far from his brother as he could manage without leaving John out of sight.
"I just appreciate..." Mycroft smirked at Lestrade who was desperately trying not to blush at the sound of John's laugh. "I appreciate Lestrade."
"You appreciate some parts of me more than others." Lestrade stated as he finally let go of Mycroft's phone. Mycroft leaned back to appreciate Lestrade's backside before he leaned forward to brush his lips against Lestrade's forehead.
"I assure you, Detective. I appreciate all your parts."
Lestrade wasn't able to face Sherlock for two weeks. It was a month before Sherlock was able to look at him without getting a disturbing look on his face.
John would probably never stop smirking at him though.
+1. Mycroft walked down the street, his usual method of transportation left behind due to traffic.
Some wars were unavoidable, and they really did do a number on traffic.
He only had a few blocks to walk so it didn't matter and the weather was surprisingly cool. His umbrella tapped the side walk as he passed by the boring citizens of his country.
His country.
That was a nice thought.
Mycroft found himself at a busy intersection, his shoulder bumping into a passing pedestrian accidentally knocking the man's bag off his shoulder.
"Pardon me." Mycroft picked up the man's bag and handed it to him. The young man paid him no mind, grabbing his bag and running off. Mycroft didn't bother reacting to the man's rudeness, he was however, surprised to see a familiar smile behind him. "Detective."
"I wouldn't mind a repeat of that." Lestrade gave a grin that couldn't be described as anything else but predatory. The detective lifted his keys in the air before tossing them on the ground. "Oops."
Mycroft gave Lestrade a small smile before he turned to retrieve the DI's keys.
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The End.
Pairing: Mystrade (Mycroft/Lestrade)
Rating: T
Summary: For the sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme, Prompt: Mycroft drops a lot of stuff on purpose so he can watch Lestrade bend over to pick it up and be all, "DAT ASSSSSS"
5 times + 1
1. Lestrade glanced down at the quid that rolled straight to his shoe before deciding that was enough and falling to the ground. The DI paused as he stared at the coin before bending over and picking it up. He tossed it in his hand before looking around for the owner. Realizing that it would be nearly impossible to give the coin back to it's own in this crowed street, Lestrade sighed and pocketed it before making his way back to the Yard.
The CCTV camera following his movements the whole time.
2. Lestrade hated going to Sherlock's flat for help but when the consulting detective refused to answer his texts it usually lead to desperate measures. Not that he wasn't desperate enough actually going to Sherlock in the first place. He was surprised to find there was another man in Sherlock's flat, not the elusive detective and not the doctor.
Sherlock had a brother, Lestrade briefly remembered John complaining about him one night at the pub. The DI straightened up slightly when he was graced with a smirk from the older Holmes brother.
The dangerous one, Lestrade remembered John stating, and that was a scary thought.
"I believe my brother should be returning any moment, do have a seat Detective Inspector Lestrade." The man motioned towards Sherlock's chair which meant that the DI would have to walk past him.
Lestrade tightened his jaw as he walked past, not bothering to react to the fact that Sherlock's brother knew his name. He was just about to Sherlock's chair when suddenly an umbrella dropped to the floor beside him. Lestrade blinked glancing back at Mycroft who looked at the umbrella in mild surprise. Lestrade just shrugged, bending over to pick it up just as the door to the apartment flew open.
Lestrade stood up with the umbrella in his hand as Sherlock glared, not at him surprisingly, but as his brother. John had a hand in his mouth as if he was trying to hold back a laugh which Lestrade found odd but now that the consulting detective had returned he could bring up the case.
He'll ask John for more information once he knew who the thief was.
3. The coffee shop was Lestrade's only place away from everything.
Work was work, already taking too much of his time, and his flat had just become an extension of work. This tiny cafe, only two blocks from his flat and it was the closest thing to paradise Lestrade would probably see before his job finally did him in.
It was quiet, the people were polite, and there was always a table in his corner to sit at. He didn't think twice about bending down to pick up the packet of coffee off the ground that the poor sod behind him had dropped, only when he recognized impeccable suit and smarmy attitude of the man behind him did he suddenly become self conscious.
"Thank you, Detective Inspector Lestrade." Mycroft smirked making Lestrade's ears go red.
Lestrade didn't reply, and he chose to ignore the purr the older man made as he walked away.
4. Lestrade walked into his apartment throwing his jacket on the ground and kicking off his shoes, not bothering to mind the mess as he wandered into the living room.
There was a cupcake on the ground in the middle of his living room.
With a candle on it.
The DI stared at the tiny flame before he smiled, he bent down to pick up the candle and tried not to smile as he heard the low whistle behind him. Lestrade grabbed the cupcake and turned to see Mycroft leaning on the doorway to his living room.
"It's not my birthday." Lestrade stated cooly, knowning the goverment official already knew that but Mycroft still gave him an appreciative look.
"I know." Mycroft entered the living room, leaning over slightly to blow out the candle before he stared at Lestrade's eyes. "It's mine, and believe me when I say, I appreciate the present."
Lestrade didn't bother asking what present as he kissed the taller man, fighting the blush on his face as Mycroft pulled him closer, the goverment official grabbing Lestrade's ass and making sure their hips were connected.
Lestrade laughed.
5. Mycroft dropped his pen as he signed for his receipt at the restaurant, it rolled on the floor a convenient distance and Lestrade didn't even think about it as he got up, bent over, and retrieved the pen.
Mycroft grabbed Lestrade's book from the coffee table and threw it on the floor. The Detective didn't even acknowledge the act as he stood from his seat, bent over, and retrieved the book.
Mycroft dropped his phone in Sherlock's flat, and despite the fact that Lestrade was on the other side of the room having a conversation with John the dectective went over to retrieve, only realizing what he had done when he turned to hand Mycroft back his phone, and saw a surprised look on John's face and a disturbed expression on Sherlock's.
"You have no shame." Was all Sherlock managed to say before the consulting detective was in the kitchen and as far from his brother as he could manage without leaving John out of sight.
"I just appreciate..." Mycroft smirked at Lestrade who was desperately trying not to blush at the sound of John's laugh. "I appreciate Lestrade."
"You appreciate some parts of me more than others." Lestrade stated as he finally let go of Mycroft's phone. Mycroft leaned back to appreciate Lestrade's backside before he leaned forward to brush his lips against Lestrade's forehead.
"I assure you, Detective. I appreciate all your parts."
Lestrade wasn't able to face Sherlock for two weeks. It was a month before Sherlock was able to look at him without getting a disturbing look on his face.
John would probably never stop smirking at him though.
+1. Mycroft walked down the street, his usual method of transportation left behind due to traffic.
Some wars were unavoidable, and they really did do a number on traffic.
He only had a few blocks to walk so it didn't matter and the weather was surprisingly cool. His umbrella tapped the side walk as he passed by the boring citizens of his country.
His country.
That was a nice thought.
Mycroft found himself at a busy intersection, his shoulder bumping into a passing pedestrian accidentally knocking the man's bag off his shoulder.
"Pardon me." Mycroft picked up the man's bag and handed it to him. The young man paid him no mind, grabbing his bag and running off. Mycroft didn't bother reacting to the man's rudeness, he was however, surprised to see a familiar smile behind him. "Detective."
"I wouldn't mind a repeat of that." Lestrade gave a grin that couldn't be described as anything else but predatory. The detective lifted his keys in the air before tossing them on the ground. "Oops."
Mycroft gave Lestrade a small smile before he turned to retrieve the DI's keys.
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The End.