A sweet and smutty mystrade for your evening:
Hand in Hand – Greg and Mycroft take a long walk in the country.
teaser below the cut
Greg started out the day by teasing Mycroft. His lover lounged in bed, watching as he got dressed. Leaning in, Greg kissed him. “Come on, you promised you’d show me the grounds today.”
Mycroft squeezed his hips. “Are you certain you don’t want to stay in bed?”
“I’ll make breakfast.” Greg purposely leaned over to tie his shoes, presenting his arse to Mycroft.
There was a sigh and the rustle of sheets. Mycroft gave his rear a kiss and moved to get dressed himself.
Breakfast was a light affair. Mycroft packed a simple lunch and tucked the basket under his arm. He still wore trousers and a button up shirt, but at least the suits had been left in London, for the most part. Greg was dressed in jeans and a gray shirt Mycroft had bought him a few weeks earlier.
They passed the housekeeper on the way out, Mycroft picking up his umbrella despite the beautiful weather and high clouds. Greg took the basket from him as they left the manicured lawn behind and entered a small wood, taking Mycroft’s hand when they were hidden by the trees.
Mycroft gave him a warm, grateful smile. Greg smiled back and stole another kiss, running his tongue along Mycroft’s lips before pulling away.
They followed an old path. It had once been paved but was now littered with broken stones. They kept their comfortable silence, breathing in the fresh air of early summer, literally and figuratively miles from the bustle of their London lives. Birds sang from the trees on occasion and a rabbit darted across their path, but no signs of human life intruded.
Most of the morning passed without a word. Stolen kisses peppered their walk; occasionally one pushing the other up against a tree and a more heated snog, but Greg would break it after a minute to urge them back onto the path