A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! Here is a cute little fic for you all!!! There is no real name for a Uni Mystrade story so I shall make one...I'm thinking something like UniStrade or UniCroft...anyways...I saw a pic that inspired me...I will include it above....Enjoy<3

Mycroft was beyond irritated.

He had been asked to join his little brother and his boyfriend for drinks at the University bar. Apparently, there was a new band playing that the pair was excited to see, but they needed a senior student to vouch for them.

"Brother Mine, remind me again why I let you convince me to vouch for you tonight?" Sherlock turned to face him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Mycroft still had to fight back the wave of nostalgia whenever he saw Sherlock with his new beau. John Watson brought out the child in his younger brother, and it was a huge relief from the twitchy, non-confident young man he had become.

"Because you love me?" John snorted, winding his arm around Sherlock's waist and pulling him close. "And because Mummy threatened to make you wear the sweater Nan made you for Christmas if you didn't." Mycroft rolled his eyes and followed the younger men into the bar.

They found a table and ordered their drinks, Mycroft wiping down the seat and table before sitting. John made a snippy remark about his habit, but he ignored it, choosing instead to focus on the band that was setting up on stage.

His eyes were caught by the lead guitarist, who was tuning his guitar and adjusting his mike.

"Checking out the guitarist?" John leaned over, whispering none too subtly in Mycroft's ear. He blushed, glaring at the shorter man and hiding behind his wine glass. "I don't blame you, he's kind of hot."

"John!" Sherlock swatted him, pouting as John giggled, pressing a kiss to the younger Holmes's cheek.

"Oh, don't pout Love. I'm just trying to help your brother enjoy himself this evening. Besides, I'm not wrong about him."

"As much as I appreciate you trying to help me John, I don't require your assistance." Mycroft huffed, taking a sip of his wine and turning away from the giggling couple. His attention was drawn once again to the young guitarist onstage. The young man finished tuning and adjusted his mike, grinning at the crowd and plucking a few notes out on his acoustic guitar. The crowd fell silent as they waited for him to speak.

"Hey everyone, thanks for coming out tonight. We are Seventeenth Floor, I suck at introductions, lets get this shit rolling eh?" The crowd laughed, and Mycroft was unable to resist smirking.

The guitarist caught his eyes and smirked, winking at him before starting the song. John elbowed him in the ribs and giggled, pulling a blush from the elder Holmes sibling.

The band played through about ten songs and Mycroft was entranced the entire time. The guitarist was incredibly skilled, playing with ease and entertaining the crowd with his charm and voice.

"Well, that's the end of our set. Now, get out of here you freaks!" The crowd laughed, some of the younger students starting to clear out now that the band was done.

"Can we please leave now?" Mycroft whined, the spell of the music worn off and the discomfort of being in public settling in.

"Sherlock and I are going dance for a bit. Just chill Myc, we won't stay too long." John shouted back at him as Sherlock dragged him onto the dance floor. Mycroft moaned and slammed his head against the table. He didn't want to stay in the over-crowded Uni bar, he wanted to back to his flat and study.

"Hey Mate, mind if I join you?" Mycroft looked up to see the guitarist standing by what used to be Sherlock's chair, smirking and holding a beer. He nodded, blushing and fidgeting with his wine glass as the young man sat. "I'm Greg by the way."

"Mycroft." Greg grinned at him, taking a swallow of his beer and nodding.

"I've seen you around the school, you're taking some political courses, right?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen you around before."

"Well no wonder, you walk around the school with your nose tucked in a book. I'm surprised you don't run into more walls." Mycroft blushed and Greg laughed, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm just kidding Mate. I'm kind of surprised to see you here actually, never seen you in this bar before before."

"Yes, this isn't exactly my idea of 'a good time'."

"And what, might I ask, is your idea of 'a good time'?" Greg's voice deepened slightly and he leaned in closer. Mycroft blinked uncertainly, recognizing the change in demeanor and tone but he had no idea how to react. No one had ever tried chatting him up before.

"Uh, s-studying?" He fought back a wince as it came out as a question.

"You sound uncertain."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize Gorgeous." Mycroft blushed and glanced down at his wine. "Sorry, was that too much?" Mycroft smiled, returning his gaze to the man across from him.

"No, I apologize. I'm just, not used to people, liking me." Greg frowned at him, looking almost as though he was going to question Mycroft's statement. "That, and the fact that I am horrifically uncomfortable in this bar." The frown on Greg's face turned to a grin as he laughed. He glanced around before turning back to Mycroft, leaning in close and smirking dangerously.

"Want to get out of here?" Mycroft chuckled, glancing over to were his little brother and John were snogging in the corner.

"I'm vouching for my little brother-"

"John and Sherlock are a little busy and no one really cares about who vouched once you're in the bar."

"Fine, just let me settle the tab-"

"Nope, we're leaving now." Greg grabbed his hand, grinning dangerously.

"W-What-"

"Run!" Greg whispered, leaping off the stool and dragging Mycroft out of the bar.

They ran through the campus, giggling like fools. They eventually reached the park in the centre of the university, leaning against a tree and trying to catch their breath.

"I can't believe you grabbed my hand and whispered 'Run!'. Who do you think you are, The Doctor?"

"Sod off, you loved it!" Greg laughed, placing one of his hands above Mycroft's shoulder and leaning in, fixing one of his lapels. His confidence was intoxicating, and Mycroft suddenly understood why Sherlock was so attracted to John Watson.

Mycroft was lost in new territory. No one ever even talked to him, much less chatted him up like this, and he had no idea how to handle this. Greg was still grinning up at him, and Mycroft let himself get swept up in the moment.

He grabbed Greg's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

They snogged for a few minutes, Greg pressing Mycroft against the tree he was leaning against. When Greg finally broke the kiss, Mycroft was breathless and lightheaded.

"Well then, the Geek's got some moves." Mycroft blushed, hiding his face in his hands. Greg pulled his hands away, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. "Hey, I didn't mean to say that. I'm not just fucking with you mate-"

"Gavin!" Sherlock's voice and John's giggles filled the air. Greg sighed and Mycroft hid his face in Greg's shoulder. "Shouldn't you be off in the animations department?"

"Nope, not my department Sherlock."

"Oh? Then what exactly do you do here?" Greg spun to face the young man, and exasperated expression on his face.

"Seriously? I've been in the same criminology class as you for two years Mate."

"Hmm. Boring. Oh well, enjoy snogging my older brother Geoffrey!"

"Sherlock!" Mycroft growled, his face and neck darkening in mortification. John and Sherlock walked away giggling, leaving Greg and Mycroft alone. "I apologize for my brother. He can be, abrasive, to say the least." Greg laughed, shaking his head and turning back to face Mycroft.

"Nah, he's a good kid. Kind of wish he would remember my name though."

"He knows your name, as I said before; he is abrasive." Greg laughed, cupping Mycroft's cheek and kissing him gently.

"Come on Geek, let me walk you home."

"Are you going to continue to call me 'Geek'?"

"Maybe. Why, you like it?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Damn, I'll have to come up with a really sappy pet name for you then. How about, Honeybunch?"

"Oh God no." Greg laughed, taking Mycroft's hand and leading him out of the park. "I think I would much rather prefer the term 'Geek'."

"Alright then Geek, would you let me take you for coffee tomorrow?" Mycroft smiled down at the ground as they walked.

"I think I would enjoy that. But this time we have to pay."

"Fair enough, probably doesn't look good for a future detective and Prime Minister to run out on two tabs in as many days eh?"

"No, I can't imagine so."

They chatted about nothing and everything, and it was the best conversation Mycroft could ever imagine having.

"This is my place." Greg pressed Mycroft against the door to his flat, leaning up and kissing him deeply, pulling a moan from his throat.

"Well, 'night Geek." Greg whispered, kissing him once more before winking and walking away.

"Good night, Mr. Lestrade."