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Never again would Greg ever go out drinking with the group from work, one minute they were having a delightful stress free conversation around a pint of beer and the next he had lost a bet which resulted in him having to volunteer as a naked model for an art class. Anderson and Donovan thought the whole notion was hilarious and decided to take Greg to the workshop themselves to ensure he actually did his forfeit. Donovan"s defence in the argument against this very moment was "you won"t know anyone there who cares if strangers see you naked for an hour". He knew he had to do it, it was that or he"d never live it up in the office, he"d become the man who wimped out of forfeits, especially when everyone knew he would happily dish them out if someone else lost.
Meeting the owner of the art studio she greeted the three of them and once filled in she took Greg to the changing room at the back, only Greg.
"If you want to put your clothes and possessions in this locker, then let me know when you"re naked, I"ll give you a once over then show you to your stand."
The woman spoke softly, she could tell this wasn"t something Greg would normally do, well the story from his friends waiting in the lobby proved that. She scuttled out the room to give him some privacy, not that it really mattered he was about to walk out of this room completely starkers. Undressing his clothes he folded them neatly, just anything to delay this further, tucking it neatly into the locker with his phone, keys and wallet he then closed it up. Seeing a full length mirror he decided to go over to it, looking his naked body over, he checked his back and behind to make sure everything looks okay. Well it all looks normal to him.
The door opened up and the owner came in with a thin sheet, handing it over to Greg with a soft smile.
"The workroom doesn"t have cameras but the corridors do, I figured you wouldn"t want to be filmed naked."
"Preferably not, no."
Taking the sheet, he wrapped it around his middle, tucking it in at his waist before letting out a little nervous breath.
"Let"s get this over and done with"
"Don"t be nervous, everyone here is professional and we get all different shapes and sizes, genders, disabilities, we have a whole rainbow of people who model for us. Follow me"
Following the woman out the room he walked down the corridor and right past the waiting room where Donavon and Anderson were waiting, immediately standing up when they saw Greg walking past in just a sheet. Both of them beaming from ear to ear and putting their thumbs up at him through the glass, Greg checked the woman in front of him wasn"t looking back before he flipped them off with his middle finger then walked out of sight.
The corridor down was walls filled with nude photos of various types of people, just like he had been told. He wasn"t embarrassed or ashamed of his body, he just knew he had a bit of a beer belly and dad bod, so seeing the variations of bodies who had models did ease his mind a little. There was no judgement, hopefully. Within a couple minutes he was directed right into an art studio, in the middle was 8 people at an easel ready for him to pose for them and in the middle of that a small platform with all the lights shining in him.
Keeping his eyes on the owner he decided not to make eye contact with anyone who was about to spend the next hour drawing his body. The woman turned to Greg and started to move parts of his hair into the right place then gestured for him to get on the platform. Stepping on slowly, gripping the sheet in place with a firm grip, this was coming off at the last moment.
"What you"ll do is stand this way for 15 minutes, then every 15 minutes from there we"ll turn you, 90degrees so everyone can sketch all sides of you. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Brilliant, I"m going to need this back now."
She pointed at the sheet Greg as grasping on, part of him was hoping she"d forget about it and let himself just stay half covered. Looking down at himself he loosen the grip of the sheet and slowly removed it from his waist, getting completely naked in front of the group. Not a sound was made and he had no idea if that was a good thing or not, too bloody late now. There was a middle aged woman sat right in front of Greg and as the owner went to start the timer he made the mistake of making eye contact with the artist In Front of him, she visibly looked him up and down then simply smirked. Greg immediately blushed.
Right, eyes up and focus on the wall above the woman"s head, he didn"t need to blush in front of a crowd of strangers. Strangers, yes that"s what he needed to focus on, what was the chance he ever saw them again? He was a detective not a generic police officer, so if he saw them again he"d be solving their case, or worse… arresting them for murdering. How embarrassing would that be? Having to interrogate someone who spends an hour staring at his naked body. It wouldn"t happen, the odds were too little, there"s 9 people in this room and nearly 9 million people in this city, yes, 9 million is a lot of people, he"d more likely get hit by lightning than have to arrest anyone in this room.
"15 minutes, Greg, if you were to turn clockwise. Also why don"t you try a different pose, give them something different to work with."
The voice of the owner caught his attention, 15 minutes already? that went quickly. Turning to the next person he was faced by a man, young and clearly some form of art student. He gave Greg the exact same look, topped off with the smirk as well. Okay, this was weird.
Pose? Fuck, right okay. Looking down at himself, he bent one knee a little and put both hands behind his back, crossing his arms and rested them on the lower part of his back.
This wasn"t so bad, no one laughed and he seemingly got silently flirted with every time he made eye contact with someone. The longer he stood there the more comfortable he got about just being naked, the modesty gone and it helped the room wasn"t chill either so everything looked as it should. He wondered if he got a copy of the drawings when he was done, maybe he should frame one, put it on his living room wall or something. Just a bunch of strangers using him as a muse, part of him quite liked that.
"Perfect, halfway there Greg, turn again for me and choose another pose."
Looking down at his feet Greg made sure he wasn"t about to come off the platform as he turned around, thinking of a pose. Maybe he"d try something a little bit more confident, to make the most of this experience. Opening his legs a little, standing apart he then put both his hands in fusts on to his hips, this broadened his back and chest quite a lot showing off what muscle he had. Once confident he looked up to find Mycroft staring at him, mouth open.
Wait… MYCROFT! So much for strangers!
Does he say anything? Does he change pose? Does he… oh shit he is full frontal nude in front of Mycroft bloody Holmes!
His mouth opened to talk but then he saw Mycrofts eyes daring as they trailed down his frame, going further down south. Greg"s cheeks grew bright red, deciding to just stay in position, it was only 15 minutes. All he begged right now was not to get a boner, because now is NOT the time.
Once Mycroft had a good look he picked up his black chalk and started to sketch. This time Greg couldn"t look away, his eyes stared at Mycroft switched his gaze from Greg to his canvas and with elegant strokes on the paper started to draw this new view in front of him. It then dawned on him that if Mycroft had been sketching this whole time he"d have been met with his arse!
Unlike the last 30 minutes this didn"t not fly by with simple thoughts and it most certainly didn"t help that Mycroft kept glancing up making eye contact with Greg, smirking, then going back to drawing. It was as if the red flush right over his cheeks decided it was going to linger for the remainder of his time posing in front of the man he had a crush on since, well forever.
Giving himself a minute he looked up and away from Mycroft, releasing a slow breath to keep his nerves, he didn"t have long left and he"d done very well to keep his composure throughout this entire exchange. Feeling composed enough to look back down at Mycroft, he wasn"t expecting to catch the man looking right at his dick. As he looked down, Mycroft looked up, realising he"d been caught and just simply smiled, he shifted in his seat to get comfortable then went back to drawing.
Greg was too focused on feeling his cheeks go red. It took him a minute to realise what he just saw. Mycroft"s eyes had dilated, he was staring at his penis and then he shifted in his seat, could it possibly be true that the other man was aroused by this? That simple thought was enough for him to grow into an immediate semi. Mycroft looked up from the canvas and froze as he saw the immediate change, making eye contact with Greg, the older Holmes lips just curled into a cheeky smirk, something he"d never seen before this moment.
"Right, last turn, well done Greg, keep it up."
Coming out of his pose he was frozen in he held Mycroft"s eye contact for a moment longer, just long enough to witness him licking his lips. Unable to cope any more he turned around and stared right ahead at the wall in front of him. Deciding the next pose was going to be simple, lifting his legs so his crotch was covered as much as possible by his thigh and deciding while Mycroft had a side view to give him a better view of his bottom. He could see Mycroft in the corner of his eye but to help keep his body calm and not get a full erection in front of a crowd of people he kept his eyes forward.
Thank god the last 15 minutes went by in a flash, so quickly jumped a little when the owner of the joint went over to him, handing him his sheet and encouraged him down.
"Wow, well done, you did brilliantly! How do you feel?"
Covering himself quickly he got off the platform and first person he looked at was Mycroft, the older Holmes was sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Greg with what could only be described as a cheeky smirk lingering on his lips. Swallowing his nerves he focused on the owner and smiled.
"It was surprisingly fun."
"Do you think you"d do this again?"
"Maybe"
He chuckled awkwardly, she laughed back at him and gently rubbed Greg"s arm with a bit of sympathy, despite this interaction Mycroft"s eyes were staring right into his face and his heart was racing because of it. Thank god he was covered now because he was already getting a semi again.
"Why don"t you go get dressed, I"ll meet you at the front desk with a copy of everyone"s drawings"
"Perfect…"
He gave a quick wave to all the artists and he scuttled off, head down towards the changing room, gripping his sheet to prevent the cameras from seeing his naked form. Closing the door behind himself Greg flopped backwards on to the lockers, both hands holding his face as he groaned a little. Out of all the people to witness this, it had to be Mycroft Holmes.
The door gently creaked open, removing his hands he saw Mycroft in the doorway of the room, the blood was rushing through his ears, all he could hear was the throb of his heart.
Stepping into the room the man in a suit closed the door behind him and took a couple steps closer towards Greg, who was still resting back against the lockers. The two made unbreakable eye contact as the younger man approached the detective, breathing heavily and there was no doubt he was showing full excitement underneath his sheet. Mycroft ended close enough to Greg that with one long finger he gently stroked over the man"s stomach.
"You are stunning…"
The finger trailed down slowly, Greg"s skin tingling under the delicate touch of the other. Mycroft"s finger moved its way down to the edging of the sheet, finger gliding around the rim across the length of Greg"s stomach before pushing his finger in, hooking it and pulling. The pull was gentle but just enough that the material loosened and Greg was left completely exposed, but this time, with a full throbbing erection.
"Now this is certainly a gorgeous sight, should have drawn you like this…"
Mycroft"s voice was almost a purr, leaning in more until their lips were hovering. Greg was shaking a little. He was so excited but he was frozen, so many options right now on what could happen next. What he wasn"t expecting was Mycroft"s long fingers ever so gently brush a touch over his hard cock and tease being held in his hand. Greg gasps just slightly at the touch and puts all his weight on the locker behind, the only way to stop him from tumbling to the ground.
"You are breathtaking Lestrade…"
The older Holmes teased a kiss right against his lips, forcing the other to chase him slightly as he refused to give in to this tease, leaving Greg breathless with need. Mycroft allowed his fingers to stroke up the shaft of Greg"s erection one more time, before moving down and got on his knees In front of Greg. Before the detective even knew what was happening Mycroft had slid the head of his penis into his mouth and was already sucking on it. One hand smacked the side of the locker, gripping the corner as the other hand couldn"t decide on where to be, so he slipped it into his own hair gripping his silver locks, letting out a groan of pleasure before daring to look down at the Incredible sight below.
There had been far too many nights alone where he"d be imagining this very scene, Mycroft sucking him off. Mycroft"s mouth moved on him expertly, bobbing up and down at a respectful pace, using his hand on the remainder of his shaft when he pulled back to focus on the tip and then with so much ease swallowed him until the tip of his cock was sliding down his tight throat. Hand gripping the side of the locker firmly he had to do everything he could just not orgasm right now, this may never happen again and he selfishly wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could.
"F-fuck…"
As soon as Greg made his pleasures audible a soft hum came from Mycroft as he picked up the pace a little and began bobbing his head a little more enthusiastically, the wet noises coming from the others mouth as he sucked and swallowed on him over and over. His stomach was breathing in as he panted through the moans, trying not to draw any attention from anyone who could be outside in the corridor, although the closer he got the harder it became to silence himself.
Looking down at Mycroft, his normal blue serious eyes where black with lust as he continued to use his mouth to pleasure Greg, clearly seeing how close Greg was both hands grabbing the back of the detectives thighs and suddenly he was continuously deep throating Greg.
"I"m… Mycroft… I"m…"
The pleasures whines escaped Greg, eyes closing and back arched a little he quite suddenly and thickly spilled right into Mycroft"s throat, both hands reaching above himself as they gripped the top of the locker shaking as he went through his orgasm. That was with no doubt in Gregory"s mind the best and most exciting blowjob he"d ever had. Going into a bit of a daze he didn"t feel Mycroft changing position as he stood up, wrapped secure arms around the man"s hips to stop him from collapsing and then leaving very gentle kisses over Greg"s shoulder, neck, jaw and cheeks. Using the soft kisses to help Greg come back from his high slowly, knowing he wasn"t about to just be left alone.
Both hands let go of the top of the locker and lazily flopped around Mycroft"s neck, looking into the man"s eyes then broke the distance and kissed him. Tasting nothing but himself on the others lips, which only encouraged a small moan, although before they got carried away Mycroft broke the kiss, looking at Lestrade with a tender gaze.
"Do you need some assistance too?"
Greg asked, he figured Mycroft was also a little swollen in the trousers, accept he was actually wearing trousers.
"No, no, not now, but you are very welcome to come over and be my private model any time you desire."
Mycroft grinned at the cheeky comment and Greg couldn"t help but blush a little as he laughed.
"Alright, why don"t I strike you up a deal, I model for you, then you model for me?"
Greg suggested this alternative idea, leaning in again to leave another kiss on Mycroft"s lips.
"It"s a date"
"Perfect … text me a time"
"I"ll just send you a car whenever I want to see you naked."
"I feel like I"m going to end up spending all my time going to and from your house."
"Sounds like a brilliant plan to me"
They both chuckled and another tender kiss was shared, just long enough for Greg to know that they"ll definitely be seeing eachother again. Mycroft made the first move in stepping backwards and let out a little sighs when he broke the contact, giving Greg one more look over and he bit his lips.
"Just stunning…"
Greg blushed a little and watched the older Holmes back away to the door, giving each other a little wave. Greg was suddenly alone. Slipping down to sit on the floor he gave himself a minute to process what just happened, pinching his arm a couple times to ensure it actually did happen.
After a while he got his energy back, realising how real this entire day was and he was now buzzing. Jumping up, getting dressed, grabbing his stuff and then bounced his way out the changing room to the front desk. Anderson and Donovan stood as they saw Greg come back both with wide grins on their faces.
"How was it?"
"You know what Anderson, I enjoyed it. Next time we"ll get you out there shall we"
A hand slapping Anderson"s back he gave him a wink then went to the front desk to collect the copies of the drawing, taking a moment to look at each one, realising Mycroft"s was his favourite. The other two peered over his shoulder and Sally sniggered.
"Cute bottom Greg."
Rolling up the pages he rolled his eyes.
"Alright, alright, I"ve done my forfeit, let"s go for a pint, I bloody need one!"
The three stepped out of the building, saying goodbye to the owner and out into the early evening. His phone in his pocket buzzed, pulling it out he saw a text from Mycroft.
[Tomorrow after work? Fancy modeling for me then? - MH]
Grinning at the message he quickly responded back.
[Absolutely, I"ll wear my best boxers -GL]
[Looking forward to it! - MH]
[Me too! - GL]