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“And finally, Mycroft and Greg,” Mrs Levinson said, reading from her clipboard.

Greg rolled his eyes and his friends laughed and nudged him, teasing him about being paired with Holmes. Mycroft remained perfectly still in his seat and the front of the class, showing no signs of dread like Greg.

It wasn’t that Greg didn’t like Mycroft, he did, maybe a bit too much, but Mycroft had never really bothered with him, ignoring all Greg’s clumsy attempts to flirt with him. And now, they had to live together for a week while co-parenting a fake baby. Great.

Everyone in the room got up and moved to sit with their partner as instructed. Greg stayed in his seat at the back of the class and let Mycroft come to him, there was no way he was sitting at the front.

Mycroft set his bag on the floor and book on the table before taking a seat. Greg looked around at all the other pairs and realised that they were all in same-sex pairs. Presumably because the whole idea of this project was to show how hard being a parent is, in the hopes of discouraging teen pregnancy. You had to stay over with whoever you were paired with for the project and forcing horny sixteen year olds to stay over at each other’s houses for a week was a strange way to stop teen pregnancy.

While Mrs Levinson handed out the babies, all the pairs had to decide how they would be spending their week as, in order to complete this assignment, they had to be with the baby at all times.

“I suggest we stay at my house all week,” Mycroft said immediately.

Greg screwed his face up, he didn’t want to be away from his house for a week.

“Why your house? What’s wrong with mine? Not good enough for you?” Greg demanded, slouching in his chair.

“No,” Mycroft drawled. “I simply suggested it as we would have more room in my house. My bedroom is bigger than yours.”

Greg wouldn’t admit it but it did make sense, his room was a decent size but Mycroft’s was much bigger…and tidier.

Refusing to back down after he went in a bit too aggressively, Greg said, “we could spend three days at mine, four at yours?”

Mycroft considered for a moment and agreed.

“We have to be together at all times so you’ll have to come to my house to collect my things after school.”

Greg rolled his eyes and nodded before resting his forehead on the desk and tuning out whatever his teacher was going on about.

Greg sent a quick text to his mum saying that Mycroft would be staying with them for a few days. She knew someone would be as all parents had to give permission for their child to take part in the project with the understanding that they would potentially have to host another student.

Greg’s mum, Ali, was pleased to know that his partner was Mycroft. She was good friends with his mother and had always thought he was a lovely boy.

The bell went and rather than heading to the shop then the old skate park with his mates, Greg found himself walking to Mycroft’s holding a robot baby by its feet. Surprisingly, the fake child wasn’t screaming.

“You shouldn’t hold him like that,” Mycroft tsked as they walked down the path to his front door.

“It’s fine,” Greg said, swinging the baby around more to annoy the other boy.

They let themselves into the house and went up to Mycroft’s bedroom, which was immaculately clean, before heading back to Greg’s.

Greg unlocked the door, showed Mycroft where to put his shoes, then went into his bedroom and flung himself face-first onto his bed.

The Lestrade’s lived in an upside-down house so all four bedrooms were on the ground floor. Greg’s room was the first inside the door, opposite that was the utility room which led into the garage and down the hall was the main bathroom and the last three bedrooms.

Greg’s room was painted a pale grey on three walls and blue on the back wall, he had his own ensuite with toilet, sink and shower and a built-in cupboard that he used as a wardrobe. As well as that, he had a double bed in the middle of the back wall, a chest of drawers opposite with a tv on top and some cube shelves stacked next to it housing random nick knacks.

Greg’s room wasn’t the immaculate palace that Mycroft’s was. There were a few articles of clothing thrown around the room, school books and homework all over the place and four half drunk glasses of water on the bedside.

Mycroft placed his bag down just inside the door and took a seat on the edge of the unmade bed, looking around at the various band posters on the walls.

“Greg, it’s a pig sty here,” Ali said, from the hallway.

Greg groaned and mumbled something incoherent into the duvet just as the baby began to cry. Mycroft picked him up and smiled at Ali.

“Hello Mrs Lestrade, thank you for letting me stay.”

“Hiya Mycroft, it’s not a problem, honey. And it’s just Ali, remember," she said with a smile as she grabbed a stack of laundry from the utility room and brought it in for Greg. “‘Mrs Lestrade makes me feel old. She gave Greg a light kick in the thigh. “Have a quick tidy please, Mycroft doesn’t want to catch a disease,” she joked.

Greg groaned loudly and flipped over, gum and pencils flying out of his blazer pocket. He got up and grabbed all the dirty clothes, showing his mother every piece he picked up with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Mycroft could see Ali fighting the urge to laugh while she nodded and congratulated her son for knowing where the laundry basket was kept.

She hung Greg’s clean shirts and looked back at Mycroft who was still cradling the baby.

“There isn’t enough room in here for an air mattress and Nick is working late a few nights this week so he’ll probably disturb you if you sleep upstairs in the living room. The two of you will just have to share Greg’s bed, there’s plenty of room,” she assured with a smile.

“What?” Greg shouted. Mycroft was glad he said something as he himself had no idea what to say. He hadn’t slept in the same bed as someone since he was a child and now he was expected to share a bed with Gregory Lestrade, the most attractive person Mycroft had ever seen, for three nights.

“What?” Ali repeated back at her son, who was casually unbuttoning his shirt and grabbing a t-shirt from his drawer. “Where else is he going to sleep?”

“Well-” Greg paused, thinking, before he gave up and flapped his arms, his school shirt slipping down his arms, exposing his chest. “I don’t know.”

Mycroft averted his gaze from Greg’s chest and down to the baby, not wanting to be caught staring. When he heard a belt being undone, his cheeks flushed and he was grateful when the robot started crying again.

Greg, now changed into loose shorts and a black t-shirt, took the baby and told Mycroft he could use the ensuite to change if he liked. Mycroft did, changing into a blue button up shirt and a slim fit pair of black trousers and the two of them, and their baby, headed upstairs.

The upstairs of the house was open plan, the stairs led into the living room which had a gorgeous view and a balcony outside. Off the back of the living room was a small room with glass doors which had nothing but a sofa facing the floor to ceiling windows and a small drinks trolley, clearly set up as a romantic place for Mr and Mrs Lestrade to sit in the evening. Along from the living room was the kitchen, four seats sat tucked under the island.

From the kitchen, there was access to the back balcony which was a square big enough to fit a table, six chairs and a barbeque. Off the kitchen was a dining room, with a service window style gap in the wall which offered a view of the living room.

The Lestrade family home was gorgeous and while he’d never considered having to move in for a short while, Mycroft had always loved it here.

He came here a lot with his mother as a child, when she visited Ali for a cup of tea and a catch up. For a short while when he was six, Greg was the only child Mycroft would speak to.

He may play the clown at times now but Greg was incredibly intelligent and Mycroft had always enjoyed speaking to him. He remembered feeling funny around Greg, even at a young age and that feeling had grown and grown when puberty hit.

He was glad his mother had seen fit to let him stay at home while she visited Ali as he got a bit older. Mycroft would never have survived being alone with Greg without embarrassing himself.

Now that he was older and understood his attraction to Greg, he did whatever he could to avoid him and eliminate any risk of him embarrassing himself in front of the most perfect looking human on the planet.

There were a few times at school where Greg had come up to him and done something that, if Greg were gay, Mycroft would interpret as flirting. But, as Greg was straight, Mycroft just assumed he was trying to butter him up to do his homework or give him some answers like everyone else that spoke to him.

Greg pulled out a selection of picky bits from the fridge and stuffed a mini sausage roll in his mouth. He slid the tubs over to Mycroft and gestured for him to have some.

Mycroft helped himself to three chicken bites then stopped himself from having anymore, the last thing he needed when sharing a bed with Greg was to be bloated.

After they’d eaten and Greg had made them both a drink, they sat in the living room and filled out what they could of the homework sheets that went with the child.

“What are we going to call him?” Mycroft asked, pointing to the baby lying on the sofa between them.

“Does it need a name?” Greg asked.

“Yes he needs a name, it says so on the sheet.”

Greg peered at his own worksheet. “Oh, so it does. I don’t care, just don’t call him anything stupid like Clifford or something.”

“Why would I call him Clifford?”

Greg rolled his eyes and laughed. “I don’t know! Just don’t call him anything posh or whatever.”

They argued for a while about what constituted a ‘posh’ name before the un-named started crying.

“We really should stop bickering,” Mycroft said seriously. “It’s upsetting our child.”

Greg started to laugh, as did Mycroft and they both reached for the baby. Their hands brushed and they stopped giggling, staring at their hands and blushing lightly. Greg ripped his hand away and apologised.

Mycroft lifted the baby and held eye contact with Greg. He wanted to look away, he really did, but he couldn’t.

Just as Greg opened his mouth to say something, god knows what, his dad, Nick, came up the stairs,chatting softly with his wife who was behind him. He smiled as he came into the room.

“Hey, Mycroft. I hear you staying in this mad house for a few days.”

“Hello Mr Lestrade. Yes, Gregory and I have to be together for the next seven days to look after our as-yet-un-named robot child.”

The older Lestrade chuckled softly and sat in the chair next to the soft. “It’s ‘Nick’ mate, ‘Mr Lestrade’ makes me sound ancient.”

Mycroft flashed him a guilty smile and the same to Ali as she told Nick she had said a similar thing earlier.

The rest of the evening passed smoothly. Nick and Ali made tea, chatting and flirting as they did. Mycroft had seen the two of them like this a lot of times over the years and had always wished to love someone as openly as the Lestrade’s did. They were always touching when they were close, not inappropriately, just small points of contact, a hand on the back or waist, feet touching under the table, kisses pressed to cheeks just because they passed each other.

Mycroft had often wondered whether Greg would be so tactile with a partner. He liked to imagine he would be, that he’d squeeze Mycroft’s hips if he was standing in front of a cupboard Greg needed to get to or he’d kiss his neck on the way to the fridge. Their life, should they ever intertwine, would be full of small touches that said ‘I love you and I want to be close to you all the time’.

When Greg’s older sisters, Lily and Lyla, came home from college, the six of them sat down to eat, all complimenting the parents on the meal and expressing their thanks.

After tea, Greg and Mycroft headed back downstairs. Greg played video games and screamed into a headset while Mycroft read quietly.

A few hours passed before Ali popped her head in and told them to start getting ready for bed.

Greg showered first and took himself in hand under the hot spray. He knew sharing a bed with Mycroft was likely to lead to an embarrassing situation if he didn’t. He couldn’t believe it when his mum had made them share but he understood why and was silently grateful. Part of him hoped that something would happen between the two of them this week but he knew Mycroft wasn’t really interested so he wasn’t going to force it.

He felt like they had a moment earlier in the evening when their hands brushed but his papa had interrupted before he had a chance to say anything.

He stroked himself, thinking about Mycroft, imagining the two of them fooling around on Greg’s bed. He came thinking about burying himself in Mycroft and cleaned himself up before switching the water off.

As he dried, he realised Mycroft would probably be able to deduce what Greg had just done, he wasn’t sure whether than excited or worried him.

He put his pyjama shorts on and brushed his teeth before unlocking the door.

Mycroft looked over at him and quickly averted his eyes.

Greg creased his brow but got into bed, grabbing his phone and the baby, checking his texts while Mycroft showered.

As Mycroft showered, he thought about Greg’s bare chest. Twice, he’d seen it today, twice! He also thought about the fact that Greg had clearly masturbated while he was in the shower, with Mycroft just next door.

Mycroft felt his own cock plump but turned the water temperature down and ignored it.

He showered and dried quickly, dressing in soft blue flannel bottoms and a grey t-shirt before climbing into bed.

As he settled against the headboard and under the covers, he suddenly felt incredibly anxious.

He’d imagined sharing a bed with Gregory a thousand times, never had it been like this.

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Mycroft woke early the next morning to the sound of slightly robotic crying and a sleepy groan from the boy to his left. Mycroft sat up and grabbed the baby, rocking it until it settled.

Greg rolled onto his front and pushed himself up on his elbows, running his hands through his scruffy hair.

“What time ‘s it?” He slurred sleepily.

“Just past six,” Mycroft replied, looking at the clock. The babies were programmed to go off twice during the night, eleven o'clock and three, and then some time between six and seven in the morning. Presumably so they get the experience of night feeds and changes without being up so many times they fall asleep at school.

Greg had taken care of the baby in the night but neither of them had been asleep at eleven so they ended up both taking a turn at ‘feeding’ and ‘changing’ the doll.

“‘S too early,” Greg complained, flopping back down on the mattress, his morning wood scraping against the duvet, trapped under his shorts. He looked to his right at Mycroft, sitting ramrod straight and rocking the toy, and wondered if he had woken up in the same situation, whether he was still in that position.

Greg shook the thoughts out of his head when he felt a small throb in his groin and decided to think of literally anything else.

Suddenly, the baby was thrust against his chest and Mycroft was getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. As he walked past, Greg tried to discreetly check his crotch to see if he was hard but couldn’t see anything.

The two boys got up and dressed before heading up to the kitchen for breakfast. They each ate cereal, a small bowl for Mycroft and three bowls for Greg, and headed out the door.

“We still haven’t named him,” Mycroft said as they walked out the estate, squinting slightly due to the brightness of the sun.

Greg looked at the doll, which he was once again carrying by its feet. “I still don’t think it needs a name but you can choose, I don’t really care,” he shrugged.

Mycroft didn’t know why it hurt that Greg didn’t care, it wasn’t a real baby. But it did. He wanted Greg to care. Or maybe he just wanted Greg to be more involved in playing house, like they were six and not sixteen.

Mycroft felt pathetic, wanting his crush to act like a robotic toy was actually their child and they were actually its parents. He wasn’t sure when he became quite so human but he didn’t like it.

“Okay,” Mycroft sighed. “Clifford,” he decided.

Greg turned to face him, a stern expression on his face but he was clearly fighting a laugh.

“You said you didn’t care,” Mycroft argued before Greg could say a word.

“Yeah but I specifically said ‘not Clifford’ or anything posh. Though, now that I think about it, the name Clifford isn’t really that posh, it’s just not a good name.”

Mycroft smiled. “I’ve made my decision, our child is named Clifford. Now, we don’t have a class together until after lunch so we need to decide who’s going to take him.”

Greg shrugged again. “I’ll take him till break, you take him till lunch then we’ll both be with him last period. I’m going to the gym after school with my mates so do you wanna take him then?”

Mycroft’s answer was delayed by a second, not that anyone would notice, while he was distracted by thoughts of Gregory working out, sweating and grunting. He definitely didn’t want to miss that and if it meant dealing with Greg’s annoying friends, so be it.

“We have to be together when we can so I’ll come with you and sit somewhere and do some homework or reading.”

Greg chuckled as they walked through the school gates. “Alright,” he said, waving to his mates. “See ya’ later.”

Greg was gone before Mycroft could say bye so he just continued into the building on his own, pointedly not thinking about sexy Greg and his sexy muscles and definitely not looking at his arse as he jogged away.

“Oi oi, how’s parenthood treating you, Lestrade?” Dimmock, Greg’s oldest friend, asked, pointing to the doll. He wasn’t in Greg’s PSHE class and as the school only had enough dolls for one class, he was doing the experiment next week.

“Fine,” Greg answered, holding the baby up like a fish he’d just caught. “Meet Clifford.”

“Clifford?” Sam, another of Greg’s friends, snorted. “Stupid name.”

“Tell me about it,” Greg huffed, sitting on the bench they were gathered around. As well as Sam and Dimmock, there was also Harry and Elliot in their group.

He’d never been especially close with Harry and Elliot, they weren't always the nicest people so Greg tried not to get too friendly with them. They were mates, not friends.

“How’s living with Holmes?” Harry asked, puffing on his vape, a mocking tone in his voice.

Greg shrugged, “it’s alright.” Truthfully, it was more than alright and also much worse. He loved that he got to spend some one on one time with the genius but it was like torture knowing Mycroft wasn’t inetrested in Greg in the same way.

“He put the moves on you yet?” Elliot teased.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Greg snapped.

Elliot, a blonde haired boy, held his hands up in a surrendering motion. “Calm down, I was just wondering if he’d tried to jump ya’ yet. Everyone knows he fancies you.”

Greg screwed his face up. It was true that people thought Mycroft was attracted to Greg but from Greg’s regular attempts to flirt and start something with the genius, he knew he wasn’t interested. Even when Greg started texting Mycroft, all he got back were dry, bored responses, so he just gave up. If Mycroft didn’t feel the same, Greg didn’t want to make things weird between them.

None of his friends knew that Greg liked the other boy, they didn’t even know he was bi, no one but his family did. Greg had come out quite young without really realising it. He and his family were watching a film when he was ten and his sister had been talking about how hot one of the male actors was. Greg had agreed, excitedly talking about how nice his abs were, and that was that.

It had never really been a big thing, his dad’s parents were gay so he’d grown up with no illusion that it was wrong or unnatural to like someone of the same sex. He was grateful for his upbringing, especially when he heard some of the vile things Harry’s dad had to say about gay people, views which the boy had adopted, much to Greg’s disappointment. Hate really did breed hate. He was glad he lived in a family that was so accepting.

“Shut up,” Greg said weakly as the bell went. Luckily, his first lesson wasn’t with any of his mates, they were all in the bottom set while he was in the top. He’d been in all his classes with Mycroft until the school decided to put the genius in A-level classes this year. Greg was surprised when Mycroft leaving meant he was getting the highest grades in the classes now. He tried to play it down, his friends weren’t exactly the type of people that celebrated getting full marks on a test, they were more the type to take the piss, which they often did.

He made his way to his class and the school day began.

After lunch, and more teasing from his so-called friends, Greg made his way to his last lesson, PE. For this, there was no top set or bottom set as it was the required session not a GCSE lesson so all of Greg’s tutor group was there.

Greg went straight through to the changing room and set up in his usual spot, quickly changing and chatting with various people. He turned around to lace his trainers and caught sight of Mycroft, dressed in his kit and carrying his immaculately folded uniform, walking out of one of the shower cubicles.

Greg raised his eyebrows, it was obvious he hadn’t taken a shower so why had he got changed in there. Before Greg could think for too long, Mr McCunn shouted through the door for everyone to get into the hall.

These lessons were mostly just to piss about in, McCunn didn’t really care about PE unless it was a GCSE lesson which meant they were actually studying and focussing on a topic rather than taking a vote about what they wanted to do.

They ended up getting a few basketballs out and working in groups to practise passing and shooting at one of the eight hoops in the hall.

Greg split off with Dimmock and a few other friends but noticed Mycroft didn’t have a partner and was standing by a hoop, only moving when the teacher was looking. Greg threw their team's ball at Josh, another boy in his class, and headed down to Mycroft’s hoop.

“Hey.”

“Hello, Gregory.”

“Clifford doesn’t look very safe,” Greg joked, pointing at the doll sitting against the wall below the hoop.

“Actually, due to the angles the ball is likely to bounce and the height of the doll, that is statistically the safest space for him in the room,” Mycroft stated, not meeting Greg’s eye.

“Right,” Greg muttered. “Pass us the ball then.”

Mycroft’s brow creased. “You want to - play with me?”

“Yeah,” Greg drawled, confused.

“What about your friends?”

“What about ‘em? They’ve got each other, you haven’t got anyone to practise with. Besides, the minute McCunn goes back to his laptop, they’re just going to be throwing the ball at each other’s arses anyways. I’d rather not be a part of that,” he said with a smile.

“Your friends are strange,” Mycroft said bluntly, throwing the ball to Greg.

They shot a few hoops and Greg even taught Mycroft how to do a lay up. Mycroft looked incredibly self conscious when he looked at anyone other than Greg. He was also wearing a long sleeve t-shirt under his school PE top, despite the fact it was early September and still very warm.

“Aren’t you hot?” Greg asked, taking a swig of his drink.

Mycroft absentmindedly tugged on his sleeve and looked away.

“Not really,” he replied, strangely thankful when one of the boys from Greg’s old group threw a ball at him. It hit him in the calf and he fought the urge to shout, it stung like hell.

“Oi,” Greg shouted, moving toward the boy who’d thrown it. “What the fuck?”

“Chill out,” Josh said, backing up as Greg stalked towards him. “It was an accident.”

“No it fucking wasn’t,” Greg said, pushing Josh’s chest. “You did that on purpose.”

“Who cares? No one likes him anyway.”

The other boy pushed the brown-haired teen back and they quickly ended up in a shoving match which inevitably escalated to a fist being thrown.

The sharp sound of a whistle cracked through the chaos of teens that had gathered around them, chanting and shouting, followed by a loud, demanding voice.

“Lestrade! Mr Proctor’s office. Now!” Mr McCunn ordered.

Greg opened his mouth to argue but was stopped by the teacher's hand being raised to quieten him.

He stomped off, grabbed his stuff from the changing rooms and headed to the office.

Back in the hall, everyone was staring at Josh as he cradled his bleeding nose and shot evils and Mycroft like it was him he took a swing at him.

Once Josh left to go and clean himself up, everyone turned to face the genius, who was staring at the ball in his hand, baffled that Greg had stood up for him. He never had before, not that Mycroft knew of anyway. No one ever stood up for him because no one liked him. It was strange and he didn’t understand it.

Why would Greg do that?

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Greg’s papa had to come and pick him up from school. He wasn’t in too much trouble but he’d be in isolation all day the next day. They hung around and picked Mycroft up before driving home.

The three of them chatted softly about their days and when they got back to the house and into Greg’s bedroom Greg turned to Mycroft.

“Hey, I er- I’m sorry about earlier. I know I made it bigger than it needed to be and I drew attention to you which you hate but he just made me mad. I should’ve been thinking about you and kept myself in line. I’m sorry,” Greg said sincerely.

Mycroft looked shocked at the apology. Yes, Greg had drawn unwanted attention towards him but Mycroft had thought him standing up to Josh was incredibly kind, not to mention attractive.

He looked at Greg who was rubbing his red knuckles and staring at the floor. Feeling bold, Mycroft stepped forward and ran his fingers softly over Greg’s hand.

“It’s fine. No one ever stands up for me, it was a pleasant change.”

Greg looked at their hands, Mycroft’s long, pale fingers rubbing over the tanned and reddened skin. He wanted to turn his hand over, hold Mycroft’s and pull him in for a kiss. He took a deep breath and resisted, instead looking up at the genius.

Mycroft was staring at their hands too and when he felt Greg’s pulse quickened, he began to sooth his finger along the warm skin. He was too caught up in his own head to notice the thoughts running through Greg’s.

As they made eye contact, Mycroft pulled away and gave a small smile.

“Did you get into much trouble?” He asked quietly.

Greg shook his head. “Nah, just isolation tomorrow. Papa said he isn’t going to punish me. He said that, if Josh was purposely aiming for you, wanting to hurt you, then he deserved it.” Greg lifted his chin proudly, “he’ll have a shiner tomorrow.”

Mycroft chuckled, he felt a weird thrill knowing there would be evidence of someone protecting him. Not just someone, Greg.

That night, Nick had to go to work. Being the head chef of his local French restaurant meant he often worked strange and long hours. Ali was going out for tea with a friend as were Greg’s sisters so it was down to Greg to cook for him and Mycroft.

He changed into something comfortable and got to work on a simple spaghetti bolognese. Mycroft sat at the island and did some homework, occasionally shouting out revision questions for Greg who easily shouted back the correct answers.

They ate side by side on the high chairs at the island. Mycroft was complimentary of the food and Greg blushed and brushed the praise off.

“An idiot could make it, Myc,” he laughed, eating the last mouthful, the childhood nickname slipping out casually.

“I couldn’t,” Mycroft counted. “I’m terrible in the kitchen.” He ate the last bite of his own food, a stray piece of spaghetti smacking him in the chin.

“Yeah, well you're a genius. You don’t need to know how to cook, you’ll be rich enough to hire someone to do it for you,” he said, lifting his hand to wipe the sauce off Mycroft’s face. “Or you’ll marry a nice guy who’ll cook for you.”

I’m available, he added silently.

Mycroft stared at Greg’s hand, which had paused on his cheek, then looked into the other boy’s eyes. Greg was gazing back at him, his pupils dilated. The air was thick with tension, neither boy looking away.

Mycroft smiled slightly and Greg’s fingers curled around Mycroft's pale cheeks, ready to pull him closer.

“Mycroft I-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the front door opened with a bang and the voice of one of his sisters spilled up the stairs.

“We’re home.”

Two sets of footsteps could then be heard ascending the stairs and Greg yanked his hand away and stumbled backwards, picking up their empty bowls and putting them next to the sink.

“Hey,” Greg greeted as Lily and Lyla walked through the living room.

Mycroft said hello then excused himself, retreating back downstairs.

“What’s going on with him?” Lyla asked, grabbing a can from the fridge.

“Nothing,” Greg replied, running a bowl of water for the dishes. “Probably just tired.”

He was pleased when his sisters seemed content to drop the subject and began telling them about their days and about a new boy that had started at the college.

Greg got drawn into the conversation but didn’t really manage to get his mind off of Mycroft.

Had he spooked him? Did he do the wrong thing? He got the feeling that Mycroft wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss Mycroft but maybe he read the situation wrong.

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Downstairs, Mycroft was pacing at the foot of Greg’s bed, replaying the whole interaction in his head. He locked in on Greg’s dilated pupils and the way he was staring at Mycroft. Had Greg been gay, Mycroft would’ve easily identified the look as one of lust but, knowing Greg was straight, he was completely baffled.

He questioned himself, thinking that maybe he got it wrong, maybe Greg’s pupils weren’t dilated, maybe he was just seeing what he wished to.

He suddenly panicked. Greg would surely come down soon to check on him. What if he’d made things awkward?

Not thinking, he grabbed his bag and began packing his stuff, not caring none of it was going in in the right order, just desperate to get his things together and leave.

“Going somewhere?” Greg asked from the door frame. His voice was confident and jokey but there was an undertone of worry.

Mycroft stood up, holding his folded pyjamas and looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I-uh,” Mycroft was uncharacteristically at a loss for what to say. Thankfully Greg closed the door and walked over to him, taking the clothes and putting them down on the bed.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look at the genius.

“Look, if this is about what almost happened up there, I’m sorry. I know you aren’t interested in me, I just thought-” he raised his arms and shrugged slightly. “I dunno, I just thought I was getting a vibe. But you’ve made it clear in the past that you aren’t interested so I should’ve respected that.”

Greg was blushing and visibly embarrassed. Mycroft’s mouth was gaping, opening and closing with no sound emerging.

Greg wanted to kiss him? Gorgeous, funny, smart, handsome Greg? Mycroft didn’t know how to react.

“Anyway,” Greg continued. “I’m supposed to be going to the gym now my food has gone down so uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’m gonna get changed and go.”

Mycroft said nothing as Greg grabbed his work out clothes and entered the bathroom. He was mentally kicking himself for not taking the opportunity in the kitchen. How had he not noticed Gregory liked him?

The brown-haired boy appeared again, dressed in a close fitting white tee and loose black shorts. He looked awkward and uncomfortable but powered through.

“Do you mind if I leave tha- him here?” He corrected, pointing at the doll. “It’s just, I think people might think I’ve lost my mind if I rock up at the gym with a robot baby,” he laughed softly.

Mycroft, lost in his own head, just nodded, barely registering what was said.

Greg put his earphones in and left, trying to put the afternoon out of his mind.

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Mycroft stood up and began pacing again, mentally running through all the different outcomes for him and Greg from here.

Greg had said that he knew Mycroft wasn’t interested in him, but why did he think that? He was literally the only person Mycroft was interested in.

The genius racked his brain trying to think of any signs he missed that Greg was attracted to him. Immediately, the memories started flooding in.

There was the time Greg had told him he looked nice and clumsily winked at him during their second year at secondary school, the note he’d left in Mycroft’s locker telling him to meet him in the library after school a few weeks later which Mycroft had scrunched up and thrown away thinking it was a joke Greg and his new mates were playing on him.

After that there was a bit of a lull which Mycroft now knows is because Greg was hurt by the heartless, if accidental, rejection. When Greg flirted with him again, it was at the beginning of the next school year.

Greg and the Lestrade’s had spent the summer in France with Nick’s family and Greg had returned deliciously tanned. When he came over to see Mycroft, leaning seductively against the lockers, Mycroft had almost run away, scared his body was about to betray him and land him in a very hard (if you’ll pardon the pun) situation.

Luckily he’d managed to get through the conversation without anything untoward happening but had been incredibly dismissive of Greg who, now Mycroft was thinking about it, had looked hurt at Mycroft’s abrupt answers and disinterest in the other boy.

Mycroft cursed softly, sometimes having a photographic memory was awful. He hated remembering Greg looking so hurt and, even worse, knowing he was the reason.

He thought about all the times Greg had obviously flirted with him and he was too insecure to see what was right in front of him.

The in-person flirting died down after the eighth time Mycroft rejected Greg’s advances but there was a short period of time Greg had had a go at virtual flirting.

He texted Mycroft to ask him a seemingly normal question, usually about school work, then attempted to edge the conversation into more personal topics. Nothing untoward, he usually just asked Mycroft what he was doing and if he wanted to do something with Greg. Mycroft, not someone who was frequently texted by anyone but his bank and his phone company, hadn’t known that this constituted the groundwork for flirting. Had he known, he would’ve answered a lot more enthusiastically rather than tapping a quick reply and rolling his eyes when his phone binged again, distracting him from whatever book he was reading.

There had even been an occasion where Greg had accidentally sent him a picture of himself, though Mycroft was beginning to think it wasn’t as much of an accident as the older boy made out.

In the photo, taken in the mirror in his bathroom, Greg was wearing his school shirt, untucked and completely unbuttoned showing off his less-muscular-then-but-still-impressive chest but hiding his nipples. One hand held the phone, the other was by his crotch, thumb hooked in the waistband of his school trousers.

The picture wasn’t explicit or inappropriate but Mycroft audibly gasped as it filled his screen. He’d seen Gregory shirtless exactly once since they both hit puberty, in the changing rooms when they were in year nine. Mycroft immediately had to lock himself in the bathroom, lest someone finally pay attention to him and notice what he was desperately trying to hide.

Since that day, he avoided seeing Greg in any state of undress, until yesterday when the older boy had stripped to his pants while he was in the room.

An onslaught of memories assaulted Mycroft, all instances of the boy of his dreams flirting with him and him ruthlessly turning him down.

He took a deep breath and counted to ten before grabbing his phone and sending a text.

I need you to come back. Now. MH

Chapter Text

Greg left the house and managed to get around the corner and out of the estate before screaming. He didn’t care that he looked like a nutter, screaming down at the pavement at the side of a main road, he needed to get the emotion out and a good scream was a great way to do that.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Lestrade,” he cursed to himself. “You know he doesn’t like you so what do you do? Try to kiss him. Fucking brilliant, lad, well done,” he spat sarcastically.

He shook his head, resetting his thoughts and clearing his anger. He began to run, heading for the gym to work off all the nervous energy he was now full of.

His mind unhelpfully supplied him with memories of his past attempts to flirt with the genius, notes he’d left him or passed him in class, smooth winks he’d flashed him across the sports hall and all the times he’d tried to partner with Mycroft for projects only to be told he preferred to work alone.

Greg had realised he liked Mycroft quite early into secondary school but had ended up dating a few girls before he had a chance to ask him out.

When Greg was single, he focused most of his romantic attention on the genius. Admittedly, he’d never actually asked him out but he thought a smart guy like Mycroft would get a hint. Apparently he did and repeatedly sent back hints of his own, ones that Greg knew meant ‘fuck off, I’m not interested’.

The brown-haired boy had given up embarrassing himself in real life and took to the modern way of flirting - texting. At first Mycroft was blunt and slow to reply but Greg didn’t think that Mycroft received many texts so persisted, putting his dry,late replies down as him not knowing text etiquette yet.

As the week went on, nothing changed. All Greg’s attempts to start conversations lead nowhere which upset him. He was prepared for the younger boy to talk to him, to tell him what he was up to. He was so prepared, in fact, that he’d read some books he knew Mycroft enjoyed or was currently reading on the off chance he would mention them.

Finally, Greg played the last card in his hand, promising himself that if Mycroft didn’t show any interest in him this time, he’d give up for good. He sent the image and it was immediately seen but Mycroft’s reply came after a few minutes and simply read: I don’t think this was meant for me, Gregory. MH.

Greg had groaned and thrown himself on his bed loud enough for his papa to go into his room and see what was wrong. Greg hadn’t told him, too embarrassed to admit he’d spent the better part of four years chasing a guy who clearly wasn’t interested.

Greg slowed down when he spotted the gym. He got his pass out from his pocket and let himself through the barriers. As he was walking towards the friends by the treadmills, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Greg left the building and set off home as fast as he could. As he approached his estate, his heart racing both from the exercise and the fear that something was wrong, he read the text again.

I need you to come back. Now. MH

Chapter Text

Greg rushed down the driveway and pushed through the front door.

“Myc?” He called out, going through to his bedroom.

Mycroft came out of the bathroom, looking a little bit nervous.

“Oh thank god,” Greg said, holding his chest.

Mycroft walked towards the out of breath boy quickly.

“Are you oka-”

The rest of the sentence was lost in a kiss. Mycroft cupped the other boy’s cheeks and dipped his head, crushing his soft lips against Greg’s with no hesitation.

Greg melted against Mycroft, his hands coming to rest on his slim waist. They moved their lips against each other, never entering the other’s mouth.

Greg heard Mycroft groan and felt the vibration run through his body. He wanted to bring their hips together and trace his tongue along the seam of the younger boy’s lips but he wasn’t sure if Mycroft would like that so held back.

Mycroft pulled his lips away from Greg’s and pushed their foreheads together, breathing deeply. His hands slid from Greg’s cheeks to his chest

“Fuck,” Greg swore softly. “That was…unexpected.”

Mycroft slowly stood up straight and looked the other boy in the eyes.

“Did you like it?” He asked shyly, fingers twitching against the fabric of Greg’s t-shirt.

A big grin cracked across Greg’s face as he nodded, squeezing Mycroft’s hips gently.

“It was amazing,” he assured. “I just - I didn’t think you liked me.”

Mycroft cupped his cheek again and kissed him softly.

“I like you a lot, Gregory, and I now realise you’ve been trying to tell me you like me too for a while and I didn’t notice.”

“Oh,” was all Greg could say.

“I thought you were just being nice or your friends were trying to embarrass me,” Mycroft admitted. “I know you’re not like that,” he quickly corrected. “But your friends are and I was too insecure to think you were actually interested in me. I’m sorry I was so rude to you.”

Greg tipped his head up and caught Mycroft’s lips with his own.

“It’s okay. As long as you can see it for what it is now. I like you Mycroft, a lot,” Greg smiled, blushing slightly. “I have for a long time.”

“Me too,” Mycroft confessed. “I’ve been attracted to you for a very long time,” he laughed.

They kissed again and fell into one another, wrapping their arms around each other and holding on tight.

Mycroft felt a familiar stirring in his underwear, as did Greg, and as though they planned it, they both angled their hips away at the same time.

They released each other when they heard Ali’s car pull up on the driveway.

“We should probably-” Greg began, rubbing his lips.

“Yes, of course,” Mycroft agreed, doing the same before catching Greg’s eye and smiling like an idiot.

They stared at each other, smiling like two teens in love, until Ali came into the house and Greg realised he’d left his bedroom door wide open. He was glad Lyla and Lily’s rooms were down the far end of the hallway otherwise they would’ve seen everything.

“I’m home,” Ali called out and just like that, the evening continued as though nothing had happened.

Chapter Text

While Mycroft used the bathroom, Greg fidgeted around on the bed, trying to get comfy. He wasn’t sure if Mycroft would feel uncomfortable sharing with him now he knew Greg liked him. He hoped not, he was looking forward to some more kissing before they both went to sleep.

Before he could dwell anymore, Clifford started to cry. Greg picked him up and grabbed the fake bottle off the bedside, shoving it into his open mouth and silencing him.

“Shut up, you silly fuck,” Greg ordered softly, whipping his head round when he heard a chuckle to his left.

“Is that anyway to talk to our son, Gregory?” Mycroft playfully chastised.

Greg flashed him a slanted smile. “Well, it is if he’s being noisy.”

Mycroft rounded the bed and peeled back the covers, sliding in next to Greg and laughing softly.

The two boys sat next to each other, backs against the headboard. Neither boy turned to face the other, even though they both wanted to.

Greg moved to place Clifford on the bedside and awkwardly turned towards Mycroft.

“So - uh,” he said, smiling weirdly at the younger boy.

Thankfully, the unbearable awkwardness didn’t last long as Mycroft reached over to kiss Greg’s lips again.

They kissed lazily, Mycroft’s hands hesitantly roaming over Greg’s exposed chest. Greg’s hands rested on Mycroft’s hips and he longed to drag him into his lap.

Mycroft moaned softly into the older boy’s mouth when Greg experimentally cupped his arse through his pyjamas. Not content with a noise as a form of consent, Greg broke the kiss, panting slightly.

“Was that okay?”

Mycroft smiled and pecked his cheek.

“It was. I would not be opposed to it happening again,” Mycroft replied, a cheeky glint in his eye as he leaned back in, locking his lips with Greg’s.

They made out for a while, desperate hands roaming each other’s bodies.

Mycroft traced the pad of his index finger over one of Gregory’s peaked nipples, drawing a breathy groan from the brown-haired boy.

He did it again as Greg squeezed his covered behind. He felt his cock tenting the soft fabric and pulled the duvet over him a little more.

“Are you cold,” Greg asked, breaking the kiss.

Mycroft’s cheeks went a little pink.

“No,” he said, staring at where his hands came to rest on Greg’s bare skin. “Its just-”

He looked at Greg, hoping he would understand without him having to say it out loud.

A look of realisation played across Greg’s face and he smirked.

“Me too, don’t worry,” he said, instantly making Mycroft let out a breath of relief.

Greg kissed Mycroft’s cheek and cupped his chin.

“Just because we’re both hard, doesn’t mean we have to do anything, okay. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Greg reassured.

“I know you aren’t,” Mycroft said, pressing a kiss to Greg’s warm temple. “I really like you and I want to,” he swallowed, nervously. “I want to have sex with you but, I’ve never done it before,” he admitted.

“Me neither,” Greg said.

Mycroft’s eyebrows raised instantly.

“Really? But, you’ve had serious girlfriends before.”

It was true, Greg had had three serious girlfriends, one of which he only broke up with a few months earlier. Most people assumed that, because he was popular with girls, he must’ve had sex before but he hadn’t.

“I know but I never felt comfortable enough with them. I want my first time to be with someone I really trust.” He smiled at Mycroft and took his hand. “None of my exes made me feel half as safe as you do,” he confessed quietly.

Mycroft didn’t know what to say so just kissed him again, pouring every emotion into it.

They kissed until their lips were numb and their cocks were leaking before they called a truce.

“I think my lips are going to fall off,” Greg laughed.

“That’s not possible, Gregory, but I understand your point,” Mycroft replied, running his hand through Greg’s hair.

Greg closed his eyes and leaned in to the touch, suddenly feeling exhausted. He cracked one eye open slightly and looked at Mycroft.

“Sleep?”

“Sleep.”

They both took turns to use the bathroom again. Mycroft went first and ran some tissue under the cold tap before pressing it to his groin. He huffed as his insistent cock refused to go down.

He bit his lip and guiltily looked back at the closed door. Could he-?

He quickly weighed up his options and came to the conclusion that Greg would likely be doing the same when he was in the bathroom and it would be the quickest way to rid himself of the offending erection.

He wrapped his hand around himself tightly and wasted no time getting to work. He stroked himself from root to tip, swirling his finger around the leaking head.

In an embarrassingly short amount he came, Gregory at the front of his mind.

He slapped one hand over his mouth to silence himself and the other over the tip of his cock, catching his release.

As he cleaned up and emptied his bladder, he started to feel guilty. He knew he shouldn’t have masturbated in someone else's house but he was so desperate.

That’s not an excuse, Mycroft, chimed a voice in his head.

He didn’t masturbate much but when he did, the voice liked to make itself known.

He cleaned up and unlocked the door, opening it into the lamp lit room just in time to see Greg, head back with his hand around his cock, which was disappointingly out of Mycroft’s view.

“Oh shit,” Greg said, leaping to cover himself with the duvet, staring at Mycroft with a sheepish grin on his face.

Mycroft’s jaw hung open and his own member threatened to become a problem again. He couldn’t believe he was the reason Gregory Lestrade was masturbating.

“Sorry, I, uh, kinda figured you were doing the same so I probably had time,” he took a deep breath and chuckled awkwardly. “Obviously I didn’t. I’ll just-” He got out of bed, shielding his groin and went into the bathroom.

Mycroft, still shocked at the sight of Greg pleasuring himself, walked slowly toward his side of the bed, mouth still hanging open.

When Greg reappeared, Mycroft had calmed down and the guilt and embarrassment of his own action was well and truly settling in. It was bad enough he’d done it but he was mortified that Greg knew.

Greg slipped under the duvet and lay down next to Mycroft who was rigid and still, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” Greg said, patting the other boy’s thigh. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Mycroft replied, unmoving.

It took Greg a minute to realise why Mycroft was being weird but when he did, he felt awful.

“I’m sorry you saw that. I should’ve waited until I was behind a locked door. I made you uncomfortable after telling you I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, Myc,” he apologised sincerely.

Mycroft turned to face Greg.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Mycroft promised. “I’m just embarrassed that I, you know.”

“Everyone does it, Myc. It’s okay. We got each other worked up, it’s only natural that you’d want to take care of it. I don’t care that you wanked in my bathroom, Mycroft,” Greg said bluntly.

Mycroft laughed and smiled up at Greg.

“You’re wonderful.” He pressed a brief kiss to Greg’s lips.

“I know,” Greg said, proudly. “Now, big spoon or little spoon?”

Chapter Text

The next morning, Mycroft woke up with his back pressed against Greg’s chest, a tanned arm thrown over his stomach. He wiggled slightly and froze when he felt Greg’s erection pressing against his arse.

He was in a similar situation himself and wanted to push back harder and grind himself into the older boy but he knew he shouldn’t without Greg’s permission. Instead he moved forwards enough to have room to roll over and face the sleeping boy.

Greg began to stir, grabbing for Mycroft as he moved. His hand brushed against Mycroft’s groin, making the hardness beneath twitch.

Mycroft gasped and Greg opened his eyes, not moving his hand.

“You ‘kay, gorgeous?” He slurred, sleepily.

He called me ‘gorgeous’.

Mycroft nodded, not trusting his voice, then realised Greg had closed his eyes again.

“I’m fine, it’s just, your hand is, well.”

Greg cracked his eyes open again, adjusting to the darkness of the room. Only as he pushed himself up did he realise what one of his hands was lying on.

He yanked it away and smiled apologetically.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise.”

As he pulled away, the duvet fell back, revealing both their covered pricks, tenting the soft fabric.

Mycroft glanced over at Greg’s groin, which was a big mistake as he then seemed unable to look at anything else. Luckily, Greg was too busy looking at Mycroft’s lap to notice he was being stared at as well.

Eventually, Mycroft tore his eyes away and looked at Greg, noticing where his vision was focused. Mycroft’s cock pulsed as he felt a bead of pre-come seep into his underwear. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 6:32am, plenty of time before they had to get up.

Mycroft knew this erection wouldn’t go away no matter how much he wanted it to. How could he not be turned on by the fact Gregory Lestrade, funny, smart, gorgeous, perfect Gregory Lestrade, was looking at him like he wanted to eat him.

Mycroft was also very aware of the fact Gregory made him feel safe and at ease, something Mycroft didn’t feel around people often.

Mycroft was so aroused by Greg that he couldn’t even hear the voice telling him masturbation was wrong.

A wave of confidence washed over him when he saw Greg’s cock bob in response to looking at his own and he moved his hand towards his groin.

Staring at Greg’s face and judging his reaction, Mycroft gently palmed himself.

Greg’s jaw dropped and he looked straight up into Mycroft’s eyes. He went to speak but Mycroft inclined his head toward the older boy’s lap, silently cutting him off.

Greg’s pupils were blown and his cheeks were a little flushed as he mirrored Mycroft’s actions, biting his lip to stifle a moan.

The two men continued to stroke themselves through their pyjama bottoms, eyes roaming each other’s bodies.

Greg cupped Mycroft’s cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. As they kissed, tongues exploring and stroking each other, Mycroft reached a hand beneath the fabric and pulled his leaking member out, giving himself a tight stroke from root to tip. He moaned into Greg’s mouth and had to pull away to take a breath.

They pressed their foreheads together and in the darkness of the room, Greg could make out the outline of Mycroft’s cock.

“Fuck,” he swore softly, his own arousal throbbing and leaking in his underwear.

Mycroft stroked his free hand up Greg’s thigh, not so far that he could feel anything but far enough that Greg knew what he wanted.

The brown-haired boy reached to the bedside and flicked on the lamp, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. His eyes immediately darted to Mycroft’s leaking prick, he licked his lips and kissed Mycroft passionately.

“You’re gorgeous,” he praised.

Mycroft looked down but couldn’t hide the blush lighting up his face.

“I want to see you,” Mycroft whispered.

Greg pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, slapping against his toned stomach.

Mycroft’s eyes bulged, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. He’d dreamed about this for so long and, even though they hadn’t really done anything yet, it was surpassing his expectations.

He stared at Greg’s erect member. He had his hand curled around the base and a drop of pre-ejaculate was rolling down the shaft. He was a bit shorter than Mycroft but thicker. Mycroft thought he was perfect.

Greg looked at Mycroft whose eyes were locked on his lower half. He stroked himself slowly, giving Mycroft a bit of a show, the boy’s own cock forgotten and resting against his freckled thigh.

“Wow,” Mycroft said quietly. Greg chuckled and that seemingly snapped Mycroft out of his daze and back into the present. He wrapped his hand around his own cock and stroked himself.

They kissed and worked themselves lazily until the alarm started going off, making Greg break the kiss, much to Mycroft’s disgust, he let out an embarrassingly whiny moan and leaned forward, chasing Greg’s lips as he moved away. Greg chuckled and turned the clock off before leaning back in for a hard kiss.

Both men picked up the pace and in no time they were panting, Mycroft’s head on Greg’s shoulder, both pairs of eyes focused on erotic scene they were creating.

Greg came first, tensing and swearing as he painted his hand. He pressed a kiss to Mycroft’s forehead and softly ordered him to come. Mycroft, too weak to resist, did and had to bite down on the tanned shoulder to silence himself, lest he wake the whole Lestrade household.

Greg moaned as he was bit, the pain more pleasurable than he imagined.

“Well,” Mycroft began, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend? Lover? Wank buddy? “That wasn’t how I imagined the morning going.”

“No?” Greg asked, raising his eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure you started that, My.”

Mycroft donned a serious expression. “No, I’m pretty sure that was all you, Gregory. You really are a terrible influence.”

Greg chuckled and caught Mycroft’s soft lips in a slow kiss which was promptly interrupted by a robotic cry.

“For fuck sake, having a baby sucks,” Greg groaned, reaching over for Clifford.

They kissed for a while as Greg rocked the robot before Mycroft’s bladder made itself known and he excused himself to the bathroom.

As he relieved himself and got ready for the day, he realised the voice hadn’t made an appearance after his fun this morning. He idly wondered why but realised he didn’t really care why as long as it meant he was able to be with Gregory sexually without feeling awful afterwards.

He cleaned his teeth and exited the bathroom to see Greg, once again, swinging the baby around by his feet. He took it off of the other boy and cradled it in his arms while Greg got up and dressed.

“Hey,” Greg said, planting a kiss on Mycroft’s cheek and he tied his tie in the mirror.

“Hello,” Mycroft replied, completing a perfect Windsor knot.

Greg stood against Mycroft’s back and wrapped his arms around the genius’s waist.

“That was a nice wake up. Was that okay for you?”

Greg’s eyes were all Mycroft could see as the older boy was too short to rest his chin on Mycroft’s shoulder properly. He could see Greg was worried he’d overstepped so Mycroft shot him a wry look in the mirror and turned around in his arms.

“It was amazing,” he said honestly, pulling Greg in closer. “I would’ve stopped if I was uncomfortable. I promise.” He hooked a finger under Greg’s chin and tilted his face up, pleased to find him smiling.

Greg squeezed the slim boy and pecked his lips. They heard the sound of a bedroom door opening and moved away from each other just in time for Ali to knock and see if they were ready for breakfast.

They finished dressing, Mycroft had to put his shoes on and Greg had to tie his tie, find his blazer and his left shoe, and headed upstairs.

Chapter Text

They ate their breakfast and chatted with Greg’s family before walking to school. As they turned out of the estate, Greg casually took Mycroft’s hand while he was in the middle of some story that Mycroft stopped listening to the second Greg’s skin pressed against his.

Mycroft had expected Greg to pull his hand away when they started seeing other students walking to school but he didn’t and that made Mycroft smile like a swooning teenager.

They went their separate ways, Greg headed straight for isolation and Mycroft headed to science, and reunited at the gates after the last bell.

Mycroft waited by the wall while Greg spoke to his mates. As he’d been in isolation all day, his break times had been altered and as a result he hadn’t caught up with his friends. Josh was noticeably absent from the group.

“Hey,” Greg said, breaking away from his friends who all gasped and laughed when Greg took Mycroft’s hand.

Mycroft wanted to rip his hand away but Greg held on tighter. He turned his back to his friends and spoke softly, just loud enough for the red-head to hear.

“I don’t care what they think, Mycroft. I like you.”

Mycroft gave him a small smile and was relieved when Greg waved goodbye to his mates and they set off home.

“I hope I haven’t caused problems between you and your friends,” Mycroft said as they walked down the road.

Greg shook his head. “Nah, we get into stupid fights quite a lot so everyone’s pretty cool about it.” He stopped and faced Mycroft. “I still think Josh is a dick for doing that to you though.”

Mycroft rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Gregory. You don’t need to fall out with your friends for me.”

Greg just squeezed his hand and pushed the button on the traffic lights.

“How was isolation?” Mycroft asked as the lights turned red and began to beep.

“Fine. Honestly, sometimes I prefer being alone to work, less distractions. I hate having separate break times, though.”

“Yes, I don’t imagine that’s much fun,” Mycroft agreed.

“It’s not. Besides, if I wasn’t in trouble today we could’ve totally made out at break.”

Greg shot Mycroft a wink, a cheeky grin on his face. Mycroft rolled his eyes playfully but stopped in the middle of the pavement, pulling Greg in for a chaste kiss.

“We can still make out when we get back to your house,” Mycroft pointed out.

Greg nodded and started walking at a much faster pace, dragging Mycroft along with him.

When they arrived back, Lily and Lyla were already home with some friends and had turned the living room into a nail salon. While Greg went through to the kitchen, the girls managed to get Mycroft sitting down and picking a nail colour.

He picked a dark blue and obediently held his hand out for Lily to apply the varnish. There weren’t many people he felt truly comfortable around but there was definitely something special about the Lestrade’s.

By the time Greg came back, armed with two cans of sprite and two homemade flapjacks, Mycroft’s nails were painted and he was blowing them dry, listening to a girl he didn’t know moan about her boyfriend.

Greg stood behind her and laughed silently at Mycroft who waited for the girl to look away before making a playful cross face back at him.

Fortunately, Greg took mercy on him.

“Okay, me and Mycroft have homework to do so you have to let him go now,” he said to the room.

Unfortunately, Lyla had other ideas.

“Let me paint your nails and then you can go,” she said, already armed with a bottle of black varnish.

Greg argued as best he could but ultimately ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor with his hands fanned on the coffee table.

The minute Lyla was done, Greg stood, not waiting for the paint to dry, and took Mycroft’s hand, dragging him downstairs with him.

They were both laughing as they entered Greg’s room.

“Sorry about that,” Greg smiled. “I’m not sure how I always end up losing nail-painting negotiations.”

“I don’t mind,” Mycroft admitted, taking Greg’s hands and admiring the work. “You look good with them done.”

Before Greg could see the blush spread across Mycroft’s face, he was pulled into a kiss. It started slow, almost nervous, but once Greg’s hands fell to Mycroft’s arse, it turned hungry.

Mycroft backed Greg against the wall and slotted his thigh in between his legs, moaning as his own cock began to plump. He’d been thinking about Greg a lot throughout the day, most thoughts leading to scenarios similar to this one and all ending in them having sex.

When Greg and Mycroft first kissed, Mycroft said he wasn’t ready for sex but that was only because he assumed Greg had done it before. Finding out that he hadn’t had made Mycroft feel much better and much more comfortable considering being intimate with Greg.

After their fun that morning, Mycroft hadn’t been able to shake the idea of seeing Greg’s cock again, seeing his face contort with pleasure.

He dipped his head and kissed the column of Greg's throat, licking around his Adam's apple, making him moan in his ear. He ground his thigh against the hard line of Greg’s cock in his school trousers, enjoying the way he arched against the wall.

“My,” Greg breathed, gripping the other boy’s shoulders and pushing him away slightly.

“Yes?” Mycroft asked, looking into his partner's eyes.

“Sorry, I was just getting a bit too worked up.”

“Oh,” Mycroft remarked, a sly smirk resting on his lips. “Were you now? Whatever shall we do?”

A look of realisation spread across Greg’s face.

“You were doing it on purpose,” he stated.

Mycroft didn’t reply, instead he ran his hands down Greg’s chest and slowly sank to his knees. Greg swore under his breath and his eyes followed Mycroft and he dropped.

“You don’t have to,” Greg said, cupping the boy’s cheek.

“I know, and I know I said I wasn’t ready, but I am if you are.”

Mycroft could see, despite his assurance that he was ready, which he was, that Greg was unsure. He stood and looped his arms around Greg’s waist, pecking his lips.

“I want to,” Greg promised. “I just don’t want you to feel like we have to. Because we really don’t.”

Mycroft kissed him again before he replied. The kiss was hard and dirty, Mycroft’s tongue fucking in and out of Greg’s mouth, drawing moans from the older boy.

Greg let Mycroft take control of the kiss, his hands cupping his arse through his school trousers. He was definitely enjoying seeing Mycroft’s controlling side spill into their relationship.

He knew the younger boy liked things a certain way and was definitely a perfectionist. Idiots at school thought that made him difficult to work with, and to even like, but Greg knew how to handle it. The best way to work with Mycroft was to get on his wave length and challenge him in a constructive way rather than moaning at him and making him feel bad.

Greg wasn’t sure just how controlling Mycroft would be in their romantic life but he trusted him to know the difference between sexy controlling and problematic controlling.

Greg angled his hips to press against Mycroft’s as he let his mouth get fucked with the other boy’s tongue. Their pricks pressed together and both teens moaned and broke away for air, their hips never stilling.

“I’m not as innocent as people think, Gregory,” Mycroft explained. “I know I’m a virgin but I do have access to the internet,” he chuckled. “I want to explore with you. To learn what you like, what I like. Together.”

Greg put his hands on Mycroft’s hips.

“I want that too.”

Chapter Text

Before they had a chance to do anything more than kiss, Greg’s parents arrived home. The two teens joined the adults upstairs, sharing stories from their day while Nick and Greg cooked.

Mycroft was pleased to find out that Greg, like his parents, was incredibly tactile. Every time he passed Mycroft’s seat he’d squeeze his shoulder or his hip and smile warmly at him. If anyone had noticed the change in their relationship, they hadn’t mentioned it.

While Greg was cooking, Mycroft received an email from school giving him a link to follow. He pressed the blue web address and was taken to a page with the words ‘Banner’s baby care program’ along the top. Underneath was the name of Mycroft and Greg’s school and a leaderboard table showing how well all the pairs were doing caring for their baby. Mycroft was thrilled to see that he and Gregory were at the top.

“What’s that?” Greg asked as he passed Mycroft.

“A leaderboard for our project,” Mycroft replied, picking up Clifford and comforting him as he started to cry. “We’re at the top.”

“Course we are,” Greg laughed. “We are awesome parents.”

Nick scoffed, “you spend half the time swinging around by his ankles.”

“And the other half snogging his dad,” Ali added, pouring herself a glass of wine and looking between Greg and Mycroft.

Mycroft blushed and shot Greg a look. Greg just stuttered and tried to deny it only to give up.

“How did you know?” He asked loudly.

Ali smirked behind her glass and shrugged, “I didn’t but it was a good guess.”

Nick laughed as he chopped vegetables, “you aren’t exactly being discreet, bud. You’ve taken the long way round to the fridge three times and every time you pass Mycroft you’re touching him. Either you guys have got together or we need to have a serious talk about boundaries, young man.”

Greg blushed and turned away from everyone and back to the hob. “You guys suck,” he mumbled, making everyone laugh.

“Mycroft,” Nick said, making the boy look up from his phone. “You tell me if he upsets you and I’ll chop his bollocks off for ya,” he promised, holding the knife in front of him as he gestured.

“Shouldn’t you be threatening him, not me?” Greg asked, looking offended.

Nick shrugged. “I like Mycroft and I think you’re more likely to fuck this up than him.”

“Nick!” Ali laughed.

Nick winked at his wife and turned back to Mycroft.

“I will tell you if you need to harm your son,” Mycroft assured, mockingly holding his hand to his heart as he made the promise.

“Maybe chop a different bit off though, papa,” Greg remarked.

Everyone chuckled and went back to doing what they were doing, music played softly in the background and banter flew between the Lestrade’s.

“Gregory.”

“Mycroft.”

“How long were we given for this project?”

Greg raised his eyebrows, confused at the question, normally Mycroft knew everything.

“Seven days,” he replied.

“Yes, that’s what I thought but according to this,” he turned his phone for Greg to see. “It was only five days.

“Oh,” Greg said, looking at the screen. “I guess when Mrs Levinson said ‘a week’ she meant a school week not a week week.”

“I guess so,” Mycroft said quietly, sounding a little disappointed.

“Hey,” Greg said softly, sitting next to Mycroft. “This doesn’t end when we hand the robot back, My. We’ll still be together and you can stay over whenever you want.”

Mycroft almost looked surprised at Greg’s words. It wasn’t that he thought they were going to stop doing whatever they were doing but it was reassuring to know this wasn’t just a one time thing for Greg.

“I know.” Mycroft took Greg’s hands. “I guess I was just enjoying having a reason to be near you all the time.”

“You don’t need a reason, My,” Greg smiled. He squeezed Mycroft’s hand and leaned in for a kiss.

“Aww,” Nick and Ali cooed.

Greg pulled away and shot them a frustrated look while Mycroft looked down at the worktop and blushed.

“You guys are adorable,” Ali squealed. “And, Greg’s right Mycroft, you’re welcome here anytime.”

“Thank you,” Mycroft murmured with a small smile.

Ali called Lily and Lyla upstairs to lay the table while Greg and Nick served the food and passed the plates to Mycroft and Ali to take through to the dining room. They ate and chatted before all settling down to watch a film in the living room.

Greg and Mycroft sat in the oversized arm chair. Mycroft had his feet tucked up underneath him and he leaned into Greg’s side. Greg’s arm wrapped around the other boy and he gently stroked his back, ignoring the way everyone was looking at them like they were a pen full of puppies.

The film ended and everyone dispersed down to their bedrooms.

“Do you want to shower before me?” Greg asked as Mycroft closed the door.

Mycroft, who’d been more focused on what would happen when they got downstairs than the film they were watching, stepped forward and kissed Greg.

“We could shower together,” Mycroft offered.

“Yes please,” Greg said immediately, already stripping off his t-shirt.

Mycroft chuckled and followed suit. He resisted the urge to cover his stomach when he caught Greg staring at him, pleased to see all the signs of arousal in his eyes.

They looked at each other, both a little nervous despite having seen the other’s pricks. Together they counted aloud to three and dropped their trousers and pants to the floor. Mycroft carefully stepped out of his and put them in his bag, Greg kicked them off his heel and in the vague direction of his laundry hamper. Mycroft couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as Greg’s flaccid cock jumped around as he shook his leg.

Greg just smiled, oblivious to why Mycroft was laughing, and reached his hand out for Mycroft’s. He dragged him into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

While they waited for it to warm up they discreetly checked each other out, blushing when they caught each other. They pushed through their nervousness and kissed passionately before Greg pulled away and checked the water.

“That’s good,” he announced and stepped in.

His shower wasn’t massive so Greg had to step back against the wall, away from the spray, to let Mycroft in.

Mycroft got in and closed the door, screaming and jumping back when the water hit him.

“Jesus, Gregory! Are you trying to boil us?”

“It’s not that hot,” Greg insisted, watching Mycroft turn the heat down.

Mycroft put his hand under the stream.

“That’s better,” he said before dipping his head under.

Mycroft stood sideways and pulled Greg towards him. They were both half under the warm water, the other half of them was absolutely freezing, but neither cared, they were just happy to be together.

“This is way too cold,” Greg moaned as he picked up his shower gel.

Mycroft rolled his eyes playfully and took the bottle from Greg’s hands. He squirted some onto his palm and rubbed his hands together before spreading the bubbles over his boyfriend’s chest.

“It’s not everyone’s goal to leave a shower looking like Elmo, Gregory.”

Greg didn’t argue he just enjoyed the way Mycroft was touching him. It wasn’t sexual, he was only washing him, but Greg’s cock slowly began to plump as Mycroft stroked his skin.

“I love your chest,” Mycroft breathed, running his hands over Greg’s muscles.

“I love your bum,” Greg said, cheekily. “Can I stroke that?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“If you want,” Mycroft purred, moving closer.

Greg froze, about to tell Mycroft he was just kidding but Mycroft lifted a soaping finger to his lips to silence him then moved it away to kiss him. Greg hesitantly ran his hands down Mycroft’s back and onto his arse cheeks. For a while he just kept them there, unmoving, until Mycroft pulled out of the kiss and whispered in his ear, “you’re allowed to do more than hold it, Gregory.”

Greg’s cock, now almost completely hard, twitched against Mycroft’s thigh. Mycroft smirked and angled his hips so that his own erection pressed against Greg’s.

Both teens moaned as they explored each other’s bodies while they rubbed against each other. Somewhere along the way some shower gel was squeezed into Greg’s hand and he got to wash Mycroft as he washed him. Once they were clean, Greg grabbed the shampoo bottle and gathered a small amount in his hand before running his fingers through Mycroft’s hair.

They had to adjust a little as they kept getting bubbles in each other’s eyes but they worked it out. Eventually, once all the bubbles had been washed away, they turned their attention to their arousal.

Mycroft ran his hand over Greg’s prick, looking into his eyes to make sure he was okay. Greg nodded and reached for Mycroft’s prick, wrapping his fingers around it, the black nail polish standing out against the pale skin.

They slowly stroked each other, their moans and grunts masked by the sound of running water. It didn’t take long for them to get close, their hands roaming each other and their mouths coming together as they approached their peak.

Mycroft came first, his cock pulsing in Greg’s hand and shooting onto his tanned stomach. As he came, he bit down on Greg’s bottom lip, drawing a deep moan from the older boy as he started to come.

Mycroft stroked Greg through his orgasm, milking every last drop from him. Greg relaxed against Mycroft’s shoulder and hummed happily.

Eventually, they got out of the shower, got ready for bed and made sure everything was ready for when Clifford needed attending to. Once they’d done his eleven o’clock feed and change, they snuggled down together, sharing lazy kisses until they drifted off to sleep.

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Greg woke up in the night to take care of Clifford who was more reluctant than usual to go back to sleep. He got out of bed and cradled him against his chest, bouncing and singing lullabies like he would with a real baby.

Mycroft rolled over into the warm space left by Greg and opened his eyes a little.

“Gre’ry?”

Greg smiled, “yeah?”

“Make him shush,” Mycroft groaned.

Greg chuckled under his breath, Mycroft was adorable when he was sleepy.

“I’m trying, handsome, but he doesn’t seem to want to shut up.”

Mycroft mumbled something incoherent into the pillow and lifted the duvet over his head, apparently done with that conversation.

Eventually, Greg got the robot to go back to sleep and he slipped back into bed. He lay on his side and Mycroft moved to wrap around him, their chests pressed together. Greg buried a kiss in Mycroft’s hair and quickly fell back to sleep.

In the morning, they were woken by Greg’s alarm blaring an annoying sound. Both teens groaned and Greg reached over to snooze it, returning the room to silence.

Greg nuzzled into the warmth of Mycroft’s neck, intending to go back to sleep until Mycroft shifted and his erection pressed against Greg’s thigh and hummed inquisitively. Greg softly kissed Mycroft’s neck and cupped his hip. Mycroft ran his hands down Greg’s back and over his arse, rolling his hips a little.

They frotted together lazily for a while until they were both more awake and Mycroft moved down the bed.

“What are you do-” Greg was cut off when Mycroft settled between his legs and it became very apparent what he was doing.

Mycroft grinned and rubbed his hand over Greg’s length concealed by his shorts.

Greg’s breath hitched and he bit down on his lip. Mycroft kissed his boyfriend’s stomach and freed his hard cock, letting it slap against his belly.

“Can I-?” Mycroft asked softly.

Greg smiled down at him. “Please.”

Mycroft stroked Greg’s cock a few times and moved it towards his mouth.

“Wait,” Greg said suddenly, pushing lightly on the red-head’s shoulder. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

“Oh, uh, do you have any?” Mycroft asked. He hadn’t considered needing one, from what he understood, Gregory was a virgin and therefore clean but if Gregory wanted to use one then they would.

“No,” Greg replied. “But I can get one. Mum brought a box that she keeps in the back of the bathroom cabinet in case anyone needs one.”

Mycroft smiled, the Lestrade parents really were great. They didn’t act like their children weren’t going to have sex, instead they talked about it and kept protection ready just in case. There was no shame, no embarrassment, just two adults wanting to keep their teenagers safe. It was sweet.

“I don’t think we need one,” Mycroft said. “We’re both clean so we’ll be okay.”

Greg nodded. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I am,” Mycroft assured before licking a strip from Greg’s base to his tip, making the other boy groan.

Mycroft experimented, pushing his tongue harder against the more sensitive parts, pointing it and swirling it around the slit, flattening it when he got near the base. He was cataloging all of Greg’s responses and sussing out what he enjoyed but it seemed like that was everything Mycroft was doing.

Mycroft rolled his hips, pressing himself against the bed while he sucked his boyfriend. Greg for the most part just swore under his breath and panted, his hands grasping at the sheets while his boyfriend teased him.

Finally, Mycroft sealed his lips around the head, sucking a little.

“Fuck, Myc-”

Mycroft hummed in response and Greg arched off the bed as the vibrations ran through his body. Mycroft picked up oral skill as well as he picked up everything else and within two minutes Greg was whimpering and warning him he was about to come.

Mycroft pulled away and stroked the shaft tightly as Greg spilled over his stomach. Greg’s hand was buried in Mycroft’s hair, holding but not pulling.

“Fuck,” Greg swore, as the last drop rolled down over Mycroft’s fingers. “You’re good at that.”

Mycroft blushed a little and let go of Greg, letting the softening shaft fall against his belly. He looked at his hand, a small speck of Greg’s release sat on the back of his fingers. He looked up at Greg who was apparently thinking along the same lines as him as he raised an eyebrow in encouragement. Mycroft shrugged, smiled and licked the cooling liquid.

“How is it?” Greg asked, running a hand through Mycroft’s hair.

Mycroft hummed, considering. “Salty, a little bitter, but not bad.”

“Yeah? Well, let me try for myself,” Greg said, throwing back the covers, turning Mycroft over and playfully diving down to his groin.

Mycroft let out a little yelp as he was flipped and wrapped his legs around Greg’s waist. Greg pushed up Mycroft’s pyjama top and kissed all the exposed skin until he reached the younger man’s lips.

They kissed passionately and Mycroft rubbed himself against Greg’s thigh, desperate for some friction. Greg pulled away from Mycroft’s soft lips and started kissing his neck, making the red-head moan and grasp Greg’s hair.

Using his hold on the brown locks, Mycroft guided Greg back down his body until he was level with his aching prick. Greg kissed his hip bone and gazed up.

“I fucking love your freckles,” he whispered.

Mycroft didn’t know what to say. He’d always hated them, they were just another thing for people to make fun of. But Greg seemed sincere in his comment which made him happy. He stayed silent but flashed Greg a small smile.

Greg could practically see Mycroft trying not to argue with him. It was a shame the genius didn’t know how gorgeous he was, but Greg was prepared to spend as long as it took to make him see what he saw.

He peeled back the waistband of Mycroft’s bottoms and wrapped his hand around his member. He swiped the tip of his tongue over the slit, catching the clear liquid that was gathered there.

He swallowed and nodded, deciding the taste was actually alright, then went back for more. For a while he just lapped at the head, making Mycroft groan impatiently.

“Stop teasing,” He begged softly.

Greg responded by taking the first two inches or so of Mycroft’s prick into his mouth, letting his tongue trace where the tip met the shaft.

Mycroft groaned and grabbed at the bedsheets, his hips shifting of their own accord, trying to push himself further into the warmth. Greg bobbed his head and hummed around the length a few times, watching Mycroft writhe and try to stay quiet. He felt strangely proud that he was able to make Mycroft come undone like this.

“Gr- Greg, I’m gonn-”

The first pulse landed on Greg’s tongue, the next on his cheek and the rest on his hand as he stroked Mycroft through it. Mycroft shook and bit down on his palm to keep him from waking everyone, his moans still audible regardless.

Greg cleaned himself up and got back into bed next to a blissed-out Mycroft who barely registered he was there. He cradled him in his arms and stroked his hair until he turned his face, blue eyes blinking up at brown ones.

Mycroft didn’t say anything, he just hummed as a satisfied grin spread across his lips. Greg chuckled under his breath and leaned in for a kiss only to be interrupted by the annoying sound of robotic crying.

I’m never having kids, Greg thought grumpily.

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Greg got up to get the baby and realised it was time for them to get up anyway. He settled Clifford and headed for the bathroom, taking care of everything he needed to. Once he was out he stole the covers off on Mycroft who grumbled but eventually got up when Ali poked her head around the door to check they were getting ready.

They dressed and headed upstairs for breakfast before going back down to pack an overnight bag for Greg. He decided he wouldn’t need too much so threw the bits in his school bag. A toothbrush and a clean shirt were chucked in, as well as a clean pair of pants and socks. He left Mycroft in his bedroom and wandered down to the family bathroom. He opened up the cupboard and rooted around for the box of condoms. He found them and opened them, taking two out and stuffing them in his bag. He wasn’t expecting them to have that kind of sex but he’d rather be prepared.

When he got back to his room, his mum was in there, opening the curtains and chatting to Mycroft. They both turned to him as he entered the room.

“Got everything you need, honey?”

Greg tried not to blush, not wanting his mum to get suspicious about what he’d just packed. Not that she’d care, she’d just shrug and say something embarrassing.

“Yeah. I don’t need much, it’s only one night.”

Ali smiled and wandered back down the corridor. Greg could hear her speaking to one of his sisters and closed the door. He moved over to Mycroft who was sitting on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on his knee, using it as support to lean forward and kiss him.

Mycroft’s hands rose to cup Greg’s cheeks as his tongue darted out to lick across Greg’s lips, asking for access. Greg let him in without consideration and they both got lost in the kiss.

Greg’s back started to complain about the awkward position so he placed one knee on the bed, not wanting to place both and end up straddling Mycroft. Mycroft moaned into this kiss and reached around to cup Greg’s arse through his school trousers. He squeezed and pulled him forward gently, encouraging him to sit on his lap.

Greg eased himself onto Mycroft and ran his hand through his hair. He could feel his cock hardening but knew they didn’t have enough time to start anything more so kept his hips away from Mycroft’s.

The younger teen seemed to have other ideas and dragged his boyfriend forwards, groaning as their erections pressed together through the fabric.

Mycroft ripped Greg’s shirt out of the back of his trousers, stroking the bare skin beneath while Greg rolled his hips. Greg broke the kiss and started attacking Mycroft’s neck when the door banged open.

“Hey, Greg do you hav- ewww,” Lyla cried, covering her eyes and backing out of the room.

Greg scrambled to get off of Mycroft’s lap and ended up falling to the floor. Mycroft blushed and buried his head in his hands, crossing his legs to hide his arousal as he heard the rest of the Lestrade’s head their way.

“What’s going on?” Nick asked, leaning against the door frame.

Greg, whose erection had thankfully wilted, opened his mouth to reply but was beaten to it by his sister.

“Greg and Mycroft were dry humping,” Lyla said, sounding half grossed out and half like she was trying not to laugh.

“No we weren’t!” Greg lied.

Nick rolled his eyes and looked at Greg, raising his eyebrow.

“We weren’t!” Greg insisted.

“If you say so,” Nick said, not sounding at all convinced by Greg’s lie. “You need to leave for school now. Up and out the door, please.”

Greg grumbled and got to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulder and pushing on his shoes. Mycroft finally took his head out of his hands, only to immediately make eye contact with Lily who was crassly wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Somehow the teens managed to get out of the house without literally dying of embarrassment and they set off to school. They held hands the whole way and sat next to each other in their form room. The other people in their class were gossiping and pointing at them, seemingly surprised that the most sought after guy in their year was dating nerdy Mycroft Holmes. A small thrill ran though Mycroft when he noticed people were jealous of him.

“You okay?” Greg asked, squeezing his hand under the table.

“Mycroft turned to him and smiled softly. “I’m fine, simply marvelling in the fact that I’ve gone from being a no-one to being the person the majority of the girls in our year group envy.”

Greg’s brow creased. “‘Envy?’ You won the lottery or summat?” He sneaked a chocolate bar out of his bag as Mrs Levinson entered the classroom.

“No,” Mycroft smirked. “I’ve not won the lottery but I do have you and that’s something these girls want much more.”

Greg blushed and let out a nervous laugh. “Me? Anyone who’d rather have me than win the lottery needs their head checking.”

Mycroft leaned over and kissed his cheek, eliciting another round of gossip from the girls huddled near the front of the room. “I’d rather have you than anything or anyone else,” he whispered. “And I’ve had my head checked many times.” He pressed his forehead against Greg’s temple and rubbed his thigh.

Greg didn’t know what to say and was unusually grateful when Mrs Levinson got everyone's attention and started to do the register.

The bell went, signalling that it was time for lessons to begin. Mycroft was taking Clifford first today so grabbed him and headed off.

They didn’t see each other at break as Greg was given a fifteen minute detention for swearing in class but they did manage to find someone quiet to eat lunch together.

Greg joined Mycroft in a small enclosed booth in the library. He slid onto the cushioned bench and closed the glass door behind him. They didn’t have the light that was hanging over the table on so no one would be able to see them unless they were close.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Greg pressed a kiss to Mycroft’s cheek and put his bag on the table.

Mycroft placed his bookmark in his book and put it down.

“Don’t I get a proper kiss?” He asked, turning towards his boyfriend.

Greg grinned and immediately dove for Mycroft’s plush lips. Mycroft’s hand cupped his jaw as his tongue swiped along his bottom lip. Mycroft opened up and let Greg explore, groaning slightly at the feeling.

Mycroft slipped his tongue past Greg’s, making his retreat as he invaded Greg’s mouth. Greg tangled his fingers in the younger boy’s hair, happy to let him take control.

Mycroft’s cock twitched as Greg let him take over, pleased to be allowed control. They kissed for a little while longer until they were both on the edge of getting far too noticeable erection.

Mycroft pulled away and kissed a line down Greg’s throat before pressing their foreheads together. Greg hummed happily and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. The angle was awkward and uncomfortable but neither cared, too content with hugging each other.

Greg’s stomach rumbled loudly, causing both men to chuckle and sit back comfortably. They each took out their lunch and ate, chatting softly as they did.

The rest of the break was lost in long, teasing kisses and the bell rang all too soon. Greg walked Mycroft to his next lesson then headed off himself. He was three minutes late and given a warning but he didn’t care.

They met by the gates after school, joined hands and began walking to Mycroft’s house. Mycroft only lived a few minutes from the school and when they arrived at the Holmes’ spacious house, they were the only people there.

“My father is at work until six and my mother is out with friends until she has to collect Sherlock from the science club at the college down the road,” Mycroft explained, grabbing Greg a snack from the cupboard knowing he would be hungry.

“I didn’t know they did a club for primary school children at the college,” Greg said. “Thanks,” he kissed Mycroft’s cheek and accepted the packet of fancy crisps he was offered.

“They don’t,” Mycroft smiled and flicked the kettle on. “They do a club for the college students that my brother kept showing up to until they agreed to let him join. Though you’d never guess that he wanted to be there, all he does is complain about it.”

Greg laughed. “That sounds like Sherlock.”

After Greg had eaten and Mycroft had finished his cup of tea, they went up to Mycroft’s room. Unlike Greg’s, Mycroft’s bedroom was immaculately clean, everything had its place. His double bed was in the middle of the room, pressed against the back wall. It had crisp light grey sheets on it and was neater than any bed Greg had ever seen. Either side of it was a bedside table, one housed a sleek alarm clock, a tidy pile of books, the end of a phone charger and a lamp while the other just had a lamp.

The furthest wall from the door was made up entirely of bookcases that were full to the brim. A leather armchair sat in front of them on a deep red rug. A small oak table stood next to it, housing more books, some sticky notes and a fountain pen. Opposite the chair on the next wall were a set of double doors Greg knew hid a built-in wardrobe. Along the wall slightly was a chest of drawers with a television on top and next to the bed was a large antique desk covered with neatly stacked papers.

The room was nice but other than the books there was no personality to it. If it weren’t for the scattering of paperbacks it could easily be mistaken for a hotel room, not the room of a sixteen year old boy.

Greg didn’t have much time to look before Mycroft was on him, kissing him passionately and backing him towards the bed. Mycroft straddled his hips and pinned his hands above his head while he attacked his mouth.

Greg desperately wanted to cup Mycroft’s arse but was quite enjoying having Mycroft hold him down. Instead, he bucked his hips, hoping to brush their cocks together, his own was already filling out and he knew Mycroft’s would be too.

Mycroft growled against Greg’s lips and set about putting his mouth on every part of the older boy. He made his way down his neck and began unbuttoning Greg’s shirt. He opened it but left it on. Mycroft sat up and ran his hands all over Greg’s torso, feeling the bump of muscle and the smooth skin of the scar Greg got when he fell off his bike.

Deciding that simply feeling wasn’t enough, Mycroft ducked down, pressing the flat of his tongue just above Greg’s waistband and licking a long, slow stripe up the centre of his chest.

Greg was breathing deeply, his stomach rising high under Mycroft’s hand. He hadn’t moved his own hands from where Mycroft had pinned them, he somehow knew that Mycroft wanted them to stay where he’d put them.

His eyes screwed shut as Mycroft’s tongue toyed around his nipple, licking and swirling the hardening nub while he smiled up at Greg, looking handsomely cocky. Greg scrunched the duvet in his fists and groaned softly, his cock pulsing in his trousers.

Mycroft gently bit one of the nipples and Greg almost came on the spot. He arched beneath his boyfriends and cried out.

“Mycroft,” he moaned. “Please.”

Before Mycroft could reply, the sound of the front door slamming open filled the house followed by the stomping of an angry Sherlock.

Mycroft jumped off of Greg and started doing up the button of his shirt, anxiously looking towards the open door. Greg sat up and ruffled his hair, trying to make himself look normal before anyone saw him.

Just as Mycroft finished buttoning his shirt for him, he saw a black mop of curls coming up the stairs.

“Hey, Sherlock,” he called, when the young genius appeared on the landing, a fierce pout of his lips.

“What are you doing here?” Sherlock spat.

Mycroft, now stood by the door desperately hoping his brother was too young to deduce what he and Greg had been doing, tutted and looked at his brother.

“Honestly, brother, do you have to be so rude?” Sherlock just rolled his eyes. “Gregory is staying the night while we complete our school project,” Mycroft explained.

“What project?”

“The baby project,” Greg said, sliding his hands into his pockets and he leaned against the door frame. “Mycroft stayed with me for a few days now I’m staying here.”

Sherlock’s forehead creased and then it was Mycroft’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Did you not notice that I haven’t been here for three days, Sherlock?”

Sherlock considered for a moment then shrugged. “Unimportant,” he declared. “What is important is that I’ve been kicked out of my extra-curricular science class.”

“You mean your science ‘club’,” Mycroft corrected, knowing it drove Sherlock mad having it referred to as such. He insisted joining a ‘club’ sounded too childish.

The younger Holmes glared daggers at the older and stormed off into his room in a huff. Mycroft couldn’t hide the look of pride that washed over him. Greg chuckled, all too familiar with the satisfaction of winding up a sibling.

“We should probably go and say hi to your mum,” Greg said, going back into the room and grabbing his bag. He got out a t-shirt and some jeans and changed in front of Mycroft who was doing the same, the door now closed.

After they changed, they headed downstairs to find Mrs Holmes who was busy making their tea.

Greg offered to help but Violet refused, saying he was a guest, he didn’t need to lift a finger. But, being the polite young man he is, Greg did. He helped Mycroft lay the table and grabbed the jug of water out of the fridge and some glasses from the cupboard.

“Don’t be too helpful, Greg, I might not let you leave,” Violet joked.

“Now now, dear, that’s kidnapping,” Mr Holmes' voice rang through the hallway before he appeared in the kitchen. He pressed a chaste kiss to Violet’s cheek and turned towards Greg and Mycroft.

“Hello boys,” he greeted. He peered around the corner into the living room before turning back to his wife, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. “Did you forget to pick the youngest up again, dear heart?”

Mrs Holmes smacked his arm softly with a tea towel and grinned. “No,” she drawled. “He’s upstairs,” she lowered her voice a little, not wanting Sherlock to hear her. “He got excluded from his science club-”

“It’s not a club!” Sherlock shouted, making his way into the kitchen. “It’s an extra curricular activity for people interested in the sciences,” he corrected, like it made any difference.

“What happened?” Siger asked his youngest son.

Sherlock then launched into a very loud and passionate rant about how stupid the teacher was, how dumb the students were and how slippy frogs are. “It’s not my fault they all got away,” he insisted. “They should’ve been kept in a better tank.”

Eventually, Violet and Siger got Sherlock to calm down and eat his food. Everybody else had already finished but sat at the table while Sherlock ate.

“You’ll have to grab the air mattress out of the airing cupboard for Greg, Mycroft.,” Violet said suddenly, taking a sip of her water. “I know it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world but I’m sure it’ll be okay for one night.”

Greg and Mycroft looked at each other, then looked away, hoping no one saw their disappointment.

“Thank you,” Greg said with a fake smile. “I’ve slept on worse,” he joked.

After tea, Sherlock disappeared into his make-shift lab down the hall, Siger retreated to his office to complete some work and Violet made her way into the garden to water her plants and call her sister leaving Mycroft and Greg to find the inflatable bed. They found it and reluctantly blew it up with the electric pump.

“You can get in with me once everyone's in bed,” Mycroft promised.

Greg’s eyes lit up and he leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend. After a lazy snog, they found a sheet to put on the bed as well as a pillow and set about making it look like somewhere Greg was actually going to sleep.

After that, Mycroft wandered off for a shower, leaving Greg to scroll on his phone, messaging his mates and playing pointless games. When Mycroft reappeared, clad in soft pyjama bottoms and a plain t-shirt, his wet hair sticking all over his forehead, Greg couldn’t do anything other than kiss him.

He closed the door and backed him against it, hungrily kissing his adorable boyfriend.

“Ow,” Mycroft said against Greg’s mouth as someone tried to open his door and slammed it straight into his back. Greg winced and mouthed an apology which Mycroft immediately brushed off. They moved away from the door and Greg grabbed the towel Mycroft had given him and his pyjamas.

Mycroft opened the door and Sherlock was standing on the other side of it. His hands cupped together and stretched out in front of him.

Greg slipped out of the room and into the bathroom just as he heard Sherlock say, “look what I found,” followed by Mycroft screaming.

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“You missed all the excitement,” Mycroft said, a sarcastic smile on his face and a paperback in his hands.

“Oh yeah?” Greg, fresh from the shower, shut the door behind him and put his towel in Mycroft’s laundry basket. “What did Sherlock have in his hands?” He asked, sitting next to Mycroft on the end of the bed. “Must’ve been bad, I’ve never heard you scream before,” he joked.

Mycroft took a moment to process the question, too distracted by a drop of water from Greg’s towel-dried hair descending down his neck and disappearing into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“You don’t wear a top to bed,” Mycroft said suddenly.

Greg smiled a little lop-sided. “That didn’t answer my question,” he teased. “I’m wearing it because I’m not at home, I’m at your house. It seemed more polite,” he shrugged.

“Take it off,” Mycroft ordered, staring into Greg’s eyes. “Now.”

Greg chuckled and stripped off the shirt, throwing it in the direction of his bag. “Happy now?”

“Very,” Mycroft beamed, leaning into Greg’s shoulder.

Greg buried a kiss in Mycroft’s hair and wrapped his arm around him.

“What did Sherlock have in his hands then?”

“A frog,” Mycroft sighed, looking up at Greg with a frown on his face.

“A frog?” Greg had attempted to keep his amusement out of his voice but judging by the way Mycroft’s expression shifted from upset to annoyance, he didn’t manage it.

“It jumped out of his hands and was bouncing around my room,” Mycroft whined.

Greg chuckled and Mycroft glared at him.

“It got on my book, Gregory,” Mycroft said sternly, raising the book for Greg to see a frog shaped damp patch on the cover. Greg suddenly felt a bit bad for laughing, he knew how important books were to Mycroft.

“Where is the run-away frog now?” Greg asked, kissing Mycroft’s forehead.

Mycroft softened a little at Greg’s touch, melting back into his side. “My father made Sherlock take it outside,” Mycroft explained. “I’ve shut the windows.”

Greg’s brow creased of its own accord. What did windows have to do with frogs?

“Okay,” Greg drawled. “Why?”

Mycroft looked at Greg with the Holmes’ classic ‘are you an idiot’ look.

Greg stifled a laugh as he looked back at his boyfriend. “You’re not scared it’s going to come back here, are you?”

“It’s been here before, Gregory, it might find its way back!” Mycroft insisted. Greg couldn’t hide the next laugh that bubbled up. A hurt expression made home on Mycroft’s face which stopped Greg giggling.

“I’m sorry I laughed,” Greg said, hugging Mycroft. “I don’t think the frog is going to get up here, darling, but we can keep the windows closed.”

“Frogs have great memories for places and they are capable of climbing higher than you think,” Mycroft murmured against Greg’s bare chest.

To anyone else, it might sound like Mycroft was scared of the amphibians but Greg knew better. He took the book out of Mycroft’s hands and stood up, grabbing some tissues from the bedside. He blotted the cover of the paperback and cleaned it up as best he could. There was still a visible patch of frog slime but it was a lot better than it had been.

“Your books are safe, gorgeous,” Greg soothed, taking Mycroft’s hands and dragging him into another cuddle. “We can go to the book shop and get you another copy of this one, yeah? We’ll make a day of it. We can get some lunch, maybe go to the cinema. It’ll be like our first proper date,” Greg looked up at Mycroft hopefully.

Mycroft’s frown turned into a beautiful smile. “That sounds like nice.”

He dipped his head and pressed his lips against Greg’s sweetly. Greg’s hands came to rest on Mycroft’s hips, holding him in place. Mycroft's tongue slipped into Greg’s mouth, drawing a soft moan from the older teen. Mycroft took a step forwards, making Greg move backwards towards the bed.

Just as Greg lowered himself down onto the mattress the sound of a door opening down the hall had them ripping apart. Greg scrambled to the floor and got under the duvet on the air mattress just as there was a knock at Mycroft’s door.

“Come in,” Mycroft called, climbing into his own bed and rocking Clifford.

Mrs Holmes popped her head around the door. “Just checking you boys are settling down,” she said. “But I can see you’re both ready for bed.”

“Of course, we have school tomorrow,” Mycroft nodded, picking up a book from the stack on his bedside and flicking on the lamp.

“I’ll leave you boys to it then,” Violet smiled. “Shall I turn the light off?”

“Yes please.”

“Goodnight boys,” Violet said as she turned off the main light.

“Good night.”

“Night,” they called at the same time.

Once they heard Mycroft's parent's door close, the younger teen flipped back the covers and patted the empty space beside him. Greg grabbed his phone and slid under the duvet, immediately wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

He began to kiss Mycroft’s neck, sucking a little but not enough to leave a mark. Mycroft tipped his head back against the pillow and his hands tangled in Greg’s thick hair. He let himself get lost in the feeling until another noise from the hallway made them jump.

Mycroft looked down at Greg apologetically. “Maybe we should just sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, probably for the best what with everyone wandering around,” Greg said easily as he moved to lie next to Mycroft rather than sprawled half over him.

Mycroft kissed him lightly and buried his nose in his fresh smelling hair. “Would you like me to read to you?”

Greg hummed and curled into Mycroft’s side again. They found a position that was comfortable for the both of them and allowed Mycroft to hold his book and turn the pages.

“I’m just about to start this one so at least you’ll understand what’s going on,” Mycroft said then began to read. “It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. There had been rather more than seven of them so far, and rain hadn't
been invented yet. But clouds massing east of Eden suggested-”

Greg was snoring softly before Mycroft reached the end of the first paragraph but Mycroft continued to read aloud until he felt tired enough to sleep. He tucked Greg’s head under his chin and snuggled down into him, letting himself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

**

In the morning, the two teens were woken up by Sherlock crashing into the room. Mycroft hurriedly sat up while Greg burrowed under the covers.

“What is Gavin doing in your bed, Mycroft?” Sherlock asked.

Mycroft swallowed and flicked his eyes over Sherlock. His little brother may be bright but when it came to romantic relationships he had a rather large gap in his knowledge, a gap Mycroft could use to his advantage.

“He got uncomfortable on the air mattress,” Mycroft lied. “My bed is plenty big enough for the both of us.”

Sherlock seemed to consider his answer for a moment before replying. “Oh, okay. I need you to help me with my experiment.”

Mycroft inwardly cheered that his brother had brought his lie. If Sherlock had found out then he wouldn’t be able to keep it to himself and Mycroft wasn’t sure he was ready for his mother to know. His father would be fine and treat Greg like he has done up to this point but his mother would start telling Greg every embarrassing story, showing him every baby photo and, possibly the worst of all, she’d give them ‘the talk’ in a way so embarrassing Mycroft would rather rip out his intestine and use it as a straw to drink his own blood than listen to it.

He was glad to have fooled his brother.

“Not right now Sherlo-”

“My? Lie back down,” Greg mumbled, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist and tugging him back to the mattress. Mycroft was easily dragged by his muscular boyfriend and was lying flat on his back before he could stop it. He was just about to make an excuse to Sherlock when Greg, whose eyes were still closed and showed no signs of opening soon, kissed him on the cheek and nuzzled into his neck, humming contently.

Mycroft risked a glance at Sherlock who was lit by the daylight shining through the landing window. His eyebrow was raised in a way that said ‘I’ve got you now’ and Mycroft couldn’t fight back the groan that left his mouth.

“I’m telling mummy,” Sherlock declared, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head to the side, making him look much more innocent than he was.

Mycroft swung his legs out of bed and crossed the room. He dragged Sherlock in and shut the door, flicking on the big light so they could see.

Greg groaned and mumbled something incoherent into Mycroft’s pillow but Mycroft paid no mind. He turned his attention to Sherlock, determined to make his brother keep his secret.

“What do you want?” Mycroft asked.

Sherlock hummed and tapped his index finger to his chin. “I think,” he began, filling Mycroft with hope, “I want to tell mummy.”

Mycroft sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “Please don’t, brother mine,” Mycroft begged. “I’ll help you with your experiment," he offered.

“Yes, you will, but that won’t be all,” Sherlock said, having clearly decided that keeping this information to himself would give him a great deal of leverage with his older brother and that was more useful to him than mummy getting out the baby pictures and inviting the Lestrade’s round to celebrate Mycroft and Greg’s relationship.

“What else do you want?” Mycroft asked grumpily.

“I’m not sure yet,” Sherlock admitted. “But I’ll let you know the second I’ve thought of something,” he smiled then left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Mycroft got back into bed and any annoyance he had with Greg instantly melted away when he saw him with the covers tucked up beneath his chin, his soft hair all over the place and his deep brown eyes just starting to crack open. Upon seeing Mycroft, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Mornin’, handsome,” Greg said, his voice low and husky. Mycroft’s cock twitched a little in response to the most seductive sound he’d ever heard. He wanted nothing more than to rip back the covers and ride Greg until they were both screaming, aware of nothing but each other, but, unfortunately, they had to get up before anyone else came into Mycroft’s room.

“Good morning,” Mycroft whispered, pressing a kiss to Greg’s temple. “You need to get up before we get caught.”

Greg grumbled but did as he was told and the two of them were up and dressed in no time. They found Violet in the kitchen who had made them some breakfast that they quickly ate, managing to avoid Sherlock, before setting off to school with Clifford in tow.

Chapter Text

They arrived at school and made their way to their class for registration. They sat next to each other and placed the robot on the desk between them. The two girls sitting in front of them were having trouble calming their baby and Mycroft raised a smug eyebrow and leaned into Greg’s side.

“And that is why they are at the bottom of the leader-board,” he whispered, a touch haughtily.

Greg chuckled and shook his head, he’d forgotten how competitive Mycroft could be. Before he could say anything, Mrs Levinson walked into the room flagged by two people wearing visitor lanyards around their necks.

“Okay class, can I have your attention please,” Mrs Levinson said, clapping her hands together to silence everyone. All the students fell quiet and sat in their seats. “This morning you will be off your normal time table,” everyone began to cheer and chat amongst themselves until the teacher clapped again. “You will be in the hall with myself, Joe and Lisa,” she gestured to the man and woman beside her. “And they will be assessing your parenting skills in action.”

Mycroft looked at Greg and grinned, clearly confident in their abilities to win.

“So, I’ll do the register and then we can all head down there,” Levinson said. The attendance was recorded and the students began to file out of the room rather loudly, excited to be having an unexpected morning out of lessons.

Greg had his bag slung over one shoulder and was cradling Clifford in the crook of his elbow. He linked his free hand with Mycroft’s as they walked through the school and didn’t let go until they made it to the hall.

The sports hall was emptied of all sports related items and replaced with fold out tables, red plastic chairs and some cardboard boxes filled with bottles, prams, pretend nappies and other bits and pieces. Everyone took a seat and listened while Lisa and Joe explained what they’d be doing.

The pairs of parents would be split into two groups and would make their way around the different activities, each activity earning you a number of points that were added to the ones you already collected over the course of the week. The team with the highest score at the end of the day were the best ‘parents’ and therefore the winner of the whole challenge.

The first challenge was a fun one, a race against another person in the group to see how quickly you could fold a real pram up. Greg and another boy competed first and everyone around them cheered them on, even the normally quiet Mycroft.

“Come on, Gregory,” he smiled.

Greg managed to get the pushchair folded before Max, the other ‘dad’ competing, and raised his hands in celebration.

“Well done,” Joe congratulated. “What’s your name, mate, I’ll log your points now.”

“Greg.”

Joe scrolled through the screen on his ipad. “Greg and Mycroft?” He checked.

Greg nodded and turned his attention to the next pair competing, cheering then laughing when someone got their finger trapped between two parts.

Mycroft was in the last pair to battle and had the pram folded in seconds. He’d watched everyone do it and worked out the quickest way. Even Joe was impressed at the speed. They moved on to the next game feeling confident, having earned themselves the maximum of ten points on that one.

The next round was a bottle making station. Set up on two fold-out tables were all the components of a baby's bottle, some powder Greg was pretty sure was just flour and some warm water. All you had to do was make up the bottle and mix the drink.

Mycroft was made to go first that time to take away the advantage of seeing everyone else go. It didn’t make a difference as he finished first once again, gaining them another five points.

Greg’s turn was towards the end. He was up against his classmate Amy whose parents owned a bar specialising in cocktails. Clearly Amy had been taught how to make a few as she handled the bottle and the mixing with impressive ease. Greg frowned as Amy slammed the bottle on the table and announced she’d finished, he’d only just got the bottle together.

“Sorry, gorgeous,” Greg said, wrapping his arms around Mycroft.

Mycroft blushed a little as everyone stared at them and stroked Greg’s back. “We are in the lead by some distance, we shall be fine. And even if we weren’t, none of this matters anyway,” Mycroft pecked Greg on the cheek, causing a group of girls to ‘aww’. Greg turned around and playfully flipped them off before they moved to the next area.

For the next task they needed the robot babies which were all strapped into a small plastic pram at the start of the lesson. They had to get the baby out of the pram, lay down a changing mat that was rolled up in the nappy bag they’d been given, then change and redress the doll before securing it back in the pram.

“If I see anyone being rough with the babies, them and their partner will be disqualified from this round,” Joe warned.

“It’d be helpful for the rest of us if you could just smash your baby’s head in, Lestrade,” Dimmock joked, knowing how far ahead they were.

Everyone laughed then headed over to collect their baby. This challenge took a little longer but was still exciting, everyone was in high spirits, enjoying the change from their normal day. Mycroft’s go came halfway through the group and he did everything with precision and accuracy which also translated to a respectable speed and earned them another five points.

Just before Greg’s go, someone was disqualified for dropping their baby, everyone cheered and clapped like a waiter had just dropped a tray full of drinks in a Wetherspoons until Mrs Levinson told them to quieten down.

“Right, time for the last two. Greg and Harrison,” Joe said.

Harrison was a rugby lad, a guy built for scrums and controlled violence not push chairs and dollies. Greg was confident he’d be able to beat him.

Greg felt a hand curl around his wrist as he began to move towards the table.

“Take your time,” Mycroft said. “If you try and rush everything will take twice as long.”

Greg couldn’t do anything but smile at how seriously his boyfriend was taking this. It was adorable really, how competitive Mycroft was.

“You’re going down, Lestrade,” Harrison said, swinging a nappy bag over his shoulder and crouching down to hold the handles of a pink pram a quarter of the size of him.

“In your dreams, mate,” Greg smirked.

Joe blew the whistle and the two teens set off. Greg placed the bag on the table and unrolled the mat before getting Clifford out of the buggy. He carefully undressed the doll, making sure not to make him cry, and placed him down on the mat. The tapes of the old nappy were undone and it was removed, placed in a small bag and which was tied before being thrown over Greg’s shoulder into the bin.

He gently lifted Clifford’s lower half and placed the fresh nappy under his bum then put his legs down, pulled the nappy in place and taped it up. He wrangled him back into the onesie just as he heard Harrison curse and his baby start to cry.

Greg secured his doll into the pram, packed the nappy bag and raised his hands.

“Done,” he shouted, grinning playfully at Harrison who just rolled his eyes and aggressively rocked his baby until it stopped crying.

There were a few more activities and a break before the end of the session. Mycroft and Greg got high points in most of them, securing their lead. Before Joe and Lisa left, they gathered everyone around to announce the winners.

“Okay,” Lisa began. “You’ve all done really well looking after the babies this week, so well done to all of you. The highest pair in this class will each receive a ten pound voucher for the book and stationary shop and will be entered into the country wide leader-board. If they have the highest score out of all the pairs that have taken part from other schools this year, they will each receive a one hundred pound Amazon voucher.”

Everyone broke out into little conversations, suddenly more invested in winning now that they knew there was a prize. Greg knew Mycroft would’ve been counting up everyone's scores throughout the day and from the look on his face, they were still the highest on the board.

“But,” Joe continued. “The totals haven’t been counted yet. There is one final round before then and every team will go head to head.”

As Joe spoke, Lisa and Mrs Levinson handed out small round buzzers to each pair.

“We’ll have a quiz, every correct answer you give is worth a point, if you buzz in and get in wrong you are frozen out. Any questions?” Joe connected his ipad to the interactive board, displaying the first slide of the quiz which simply read: ‘The baby quiz.’

“Yeah,” Harrison piped up. “Can we make Holmes sit this one out otherwise we’ll never get a chance to answer any.”

A few people chimed in, agreeing with Harrison. Greg knew they were only joking but Mycroft looked a little hurt, he hid it well but Greg knew him. He squeezed Mycroft’s hand in his own, making him look over at him, and gave him a sweet smile. Mycroft gave a small smile back.

“You can’t do that,” Greg insisted, looking at Joe. “You can’t exclude us because we might win,” this time he glanced at Harrison and his mates. “If you’re gonna do that you’d have to exclude everyone.”

A bit of back and forth flew between Greg and some of the other boys before Mrs Levinson shouted over the top of them.

“Enough! Mycroft will play just like the rest of you,” she said. “You never seem to mind him knowing all the answers when there isn’t a prize involved,” she noted. “No, you seem perfectly happy to let him answer every single question in class, what’s different now?”

Everyone fell silent for a minute.

“Right,” Mrs Levinson continued. “Has everyone got their buzzers ready?”

Joe and Lisa took turns reading out the questions and Mycroft and Greg were cleaning up points-wise. Mycroft was waiting for someone else to buzz in and get it wrong before he offered an answer but Greg was doing no such thing. He was pressing their red button and shouting out correct answer after correct answer, adding to their total.

Eventually the quiz finished and out of fifty baby and childcare related questions, Greg and Mycroft managed to gain forty-six points, over half of them were answered by Greg who was looking incredibly proud of himself.

When everyone had settled down again, Lisa began to read out the final scores.

“In third place with three hundred and eighty two points is Alex and Bella,” everyone clapped as they stood to receive their certificate showing their achievement. The two girls blushed and giggled as they stood before their classmates.

“In second place with four hundred and four points is Ellie and Lola,” once again everyone applauded as they made their way to the front.

“And, finally, in first place with an impressive six hundred and twenty one points, the highest score we have ever seen in the eight years we’ve been running this project is… Mycroft and Greg.”

Going red with embarrassment the two teens made their way up to collect their certificates and vouchers. Both boys thanked the adults as they handed over their rewards and both adults congratulated the boys once again.

“If any of you ever have kids, you know who to get to baby sit them,” Lisa joked as all three pairs sat back down.

The lesson wrapped up pretty quickly from there. Everyone handed their babies back and gave a hand packing up the room, Lisa explained to Mycroft and Greg that they wouldn’t know if they’d won the whole competition until all the schools that were registered to do the project had had their chance to complete it, meaning they’d be waiting another six months.

Mycroft asked if he was able to check their place on the overall leader-board and was told he’d only be able to see it when the results had been announced. Greg chuckled as his overly competitive boyfriend pouted.

“I’m sure we’ll win,” Greg said, throwing his arm around Mycroft as they headed out of the room. “We’ve got the highest score they’ve ever had, that’s gotta mean something.”

Mycroft made a noise that Greg took as a vague acknowledgement of what he said and dragged Mycroft towards the food hall.

They grabbed some lunch and headed outside to sit in the sun. They found a quiet spot where they wouldn’t be interrupted and started eating.

“Mycroft?”

“Gregory,” Mycroft responded, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow.

“All of the lessons I’ve got for the rest of the day are really boring,” Greg said, taking the last bite of his chocolate bar and stuffing the wrapper in his bag where it would inevitably stay until the end of the school year or it might make its way out before that if rats get to his bag first, which Mycroft considered a very real possibility, at this point Greg’s rucksack was a biohazard.

Mycroft hummed, already knowing where this was going.

“Lets bunk!” Greg exclaimed, his face lighting up hopefully.

Mycroft would normally say no to bunking off school, education was important to him and he enjoyed learning but the draw of spending time alone with Greg was too much for him to handle.

“Okay,” Mycroft drawled with faux-reluctance. Greg was on his feet before Mycroft had even finished his sentence, reaching down to drag his boyfriend up.

Mycroft got rid of his rubbish in the bin then followed Greg around the back of the science block. He’d never tried to escape school in broad daylight before but he knew Greg had so just followed him obediently.

They eventually made their way to the high silver fence that stretched all the way around the school grounds. Behind a tree, a gap had been cut near the bottom, clearly with the intention of being used to escape. Greg threw his bag over to the field the other side and crawled through, reaching his hands back in to take Mycroft’s bag. Mycroft held Greg’s hand as he made his way through, tutting as he caught his blazer on the metal.

Once he was on the other side, he straightened out his uniform and assessed the damage.

“It’s fine, My,” Greg said, rolling his eyes. “You didn’t even snag it.” He linked their hands and started walking across the field towards a housing estate.

The walk from school to Mycroft’s house usually took about five minutes but walking this way took them almost twenty but neither boy cared. They chatted happily and flirted relentlessly, winding each other up with suggestive sentences and heated glances as they strolled past rows of houses hand in hand. By the time Mycroft’s house was in sight he was nursing a pretty forceful erection.

He was thrilled to see neither of his parent’s cars on the drive when they got back. He unlocked the door and let Greg in who winked at him and immediately bolted up the stairs.

Mycroft locked the door and followed his boyfriend into his room. Greg was standing at the foot of the bed and Mycroft closed the door behind him and backed Greg up to the bed. Greg’s knees hit the mattress and he went down onto his back.

Mycroft knelt over him and leaned down to tug his earlobe between his teeth making Greg moan softly.

“The whole house to ourselves,” he whispered, his voice low and rumbling. “Whatever shall we do?”

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They pressed their lips together and kissed until Mycroft pulled back. Greg looked concerned and Mycroft immediately soothed him.

“I’m fine, I just need to use the bathroom,” he explained.

While he was gone, Greg got up off the bed and removed his shoes and socks, tucking them neatly next to the door knowing Mycroft didn’t like mess and entertained himself until his boyfriend came back.

“Really,” Mycroft sighed, amusement shining through his voice. “I leave you for thirty seconds and this is what you choose to do?”

Greg was standing side on in front of the mirror, cupping the pillow he’d stuffed under his school shirt.

“I think I’d look good pregnant,” he declared, giving his reflection a once-over.

Mycroft walked over and stood behind him, wrapping his long arms around his boyfriend’s waist and tangling their fingers together over his bump.

“I rather agree,” Mycroft whispered into Greg’s ear, feeling the older boy relax into him. “To know for sure, however, you need someone to get you pregnant, dear heart” His words were nothing special or suggestive but his tone was dripping with the promise of something filthy.

“I-is that an offer?” Greg asked, his voice a bit shakier than he’d like as his cock began to fill out again.

Mycroft locked eyes with Greg in the mirror and started to kiss from his shoulder, across his collarbone, up his throat and to his earlobe. He took the lobe between his teeth and gently tugged. As he toyed with Greg’s ear, one hand slipped off the fake bump and drifted down to cup Greg’s growing arousal.

Greg groaned and leaned into Mycroft, angling his neck and offering himself up to his partner.

“Well,” Mycroft drawled seductively. “It is biologically impossible for me to get you pregnant but it won’t stop me trying.”

He ripped the pillow out from under Greg’s shirt and began to unbutton it slowly, maintaining eye contact with Greg in the mirror as he did.

“You’d look gorgeous, wouldn’t you, my love? Swollen with our child.” Mycroft slipped the last button through its hole and let the top fall to the floor, displaying Greg’s toned chest. He ran a hand over his stomach and patted. “You’d look so handsome,” he said, almost breathlessly as he titled Greg’s head back and sealed their lips in a passionate kiss.

Greg was panting, his cock twitching under Mycroft’s hand. Who knew Mycroft had such a filthy mouth?

“Shall we get rid of these?” Mycroft asked, running his fingers along the waistband of Greg’s school trousers. Greg nodded quickly and reached for his zip, only to have his hand batted away. “Let me take care of you,” Mycroft whispered.

Mycroft had Greg’s trousers pooling around his ankles in seconds, quickly followed by his pants, leaving the older boy completely bare while Mycroft was fully clothed. Greg had a funny feeling that Mycroft was enjoying the imbalance.

“Lets move this to the bed, dear heart,” Mycroft pressed a sweet kiss behind Greg’s ear and put his hands on his tanned hips, moving him around. He reached down and took Greg’s hand, guiding him towards the double bed.

Greg knelt on the mattress and let Mycroft put him where he wanted him. He ended up lying on his back in the middle of the bed with Mycroft fully clothed between his legs. They kissed deeply and rocked together, the only sounds in the room the needy noises dripping from Greg’s plush lips and the deep, appreciative moans being drawn from low in Mycroft’s chest.

Greg worked Mycroft’s blazer off and threw it to the floor before starting on the buttons of his shirt. Greg got as far down as he could then pulled away from the kiss.

“Sit up a minute,” he instructed. Mycroft did as he was asked and Greg finished removing his shirt and then his trousers and boxers. When they were both finally naked, they stayed kneeling up on the bed and lost themselves in another kiss.

Their leaking pricks bumped together and Greg wrapped his hand around them both as best he could. Mycroft’s moan of pleasure was lost in Greg’s mouth. Mycroft's hands dropped to Greg’s arse and squeezed, spreading the cheeks apart.

“Fuck,” Greg grumbled next to Mycroft’s ear. He cupped Mycroft’s cheek and pressed a hard kiss to his swollen lips. “Can you fuck me?”

Mycroft didn’t reply instantly, shocked that he was being asked. He’d wanted this for so long and now that it was happening, it almost felt surreal.

“Hey,” Greg said softly, taking hold of Mycroft’s hand. Mycroft blinked and looked into Greg’s warm brown eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Greg reassured, not sounding at all put out or offended.

“I want to,” Mycroft said quickly, scared Greg might retract his offer. “I’m simply overwhelmed that you trust me enough to ask.”

Greg pressed an all too brief kiss to Mycroft’s lips and got off the bed. He grabbed his bag and rooted around until he found the condom wrapper and a new tube of lube he had in his bedside table. He huffed out a nervous laugh as he held them up for Mycroft to see.

“I wanted to be prepared,” he explained. “But I don’t expect anything,” he said hurriedly.

This time it was Mycroft’s turn to silence and soothe his partner with a kiss.

“I know you don’t expect anything, Gregory. If I said ‘no’ right now you’d say ‘okay’ and we’d do something else,” Mycroft kissed him again. “I want to do this. With you. I trust you, Greg.”

They kissed again and ended up lying down, Greg on his back with Mycroft above him. Greg’s hands trailed up and down Mycroft’s back while Mycroft’s toyed with one of Greg’s nipples, making him arch his back against the mattress.

“My, please,” Greg sighed.

Mycroft got off of him and grabbed the lube that had been lost amongst the covers. He opened the bottle and slicked two of his fingers.

“Have you ever done this to yourself before?” Mycroft asked, a slightly nervous expression on his face.

“Uh, no,” Greg said hesitantly. “Have you?”

Mycroft blushed and dipped his head before looking back at his boyfriend who was zoned out. By the way he cock was twitching, he was clearly imagining Mycroft opening himself up.

“Yes, I have,” Mycroft sounded playfully cocky.

“Do-does it feel good?”

Mycroft hummed out a gorgeous moan and let his eyes fall closed as he remembered the feeling, nervous fingers searching for that spot of searing pleasure, striking it for the first time and coming before you ever really started.

“It feels amazing,” Mycroft promised, reaching down to wrap his slick hand around Greg’s hard length.

Greg’s toes curled as Mycroft slowly stroked him. He brought his legs up to form an A shape then let them fall to the sides, spreading himself for Mycroft. Mycroft leaned down and pressed their lips together, slipping his tongue into Greg’s mouth as his hand left his cock and trailed over his balls.

He rolled Greg’s bollocks in his palm and Greg clung to him, breaking the kiss to pant against his pale chest. Mycroft pressed small kisses into his partner’s hair and dropped his finger to tap against Greg’s hole.

A bolt of arousal shot through Greg as Mycroft's long finger toyed with the wrinkled skin. The slick of the lube transferring from the finger to wet his entrance. He desperately wanted to feel Mycroft inside of him.

“Mycroft,” he gasped as the very tip of his finger pushed in.

“Are you sure you want this?” Mycroft asked, not going any further until he had clear consent.

Greg rolled his eyes. “Mycroft, if you don’t start fingering me in the next ten seconds, I swear to g- Fuck”

Mycroft’s slick finger sunk into the knuckle. He was overwhelmed by just how hot and tight his boyfriend was. He gave his own cock a stroke as he imagined how intense it would feel to slide into Greg and claim him, be the first to ever be there. Greg’s hand joined Mycroft’s on his cock, his thick fingers toying with the dripping slit.

Mycroft began to thrust his finger in time with Greg’s strokes and leaned down for a kiss. Once Greg’s body adjusted to the intrusion, Mycroft slowly introduced a second. Greg cursed in pleasure and rolled his hips down onto Mycroft’s digits, taking them deeper.

Mycroft was stunned at the view of Greg writhing around and fucking himself on his hand. He didn’t think Greg could look more handsome than he’d ever been but clearly he was wrong. The way Greg’s eyes fluttered shut and his head tipped back exposing his neck which practically begged to be bitten had Mycroft pinching a tight ring at the base of his needy cock.

“You look so beautiful, spread out and desperate for me,” Mycroft praised. Greg blushed and his cock bounced and leaked over his stomach. “If this is how you look with my fingers in you I can’t wait to see how you look when I’m fucking my seed into you.”

Greg groaned and clenched around Mycroft’s fingers. “Fu-fucking hell, Mycroft. You’re going to kill me,” Greg laughed, his voice sounding a little shaky as he fucked himself.

Mycroft chuckled, the sound vibrating through Greg’s skin. “Why on Earth would I kill you, my love, when I’m trying to fuck you?” He leaned down and licked over Greg’s sensitive nipple, enjoying the way he squirmed and pushed himself further onto his fingers, chasing his pleasure.

Greg didn’t know when his nipples became a direct line to his cock, but they did. Every swipe of Mycroft’s tongue made his prick twitch between his thighs and every time Mycroft gently bit them, pre-come streamed from Greg’s cock like water from a tap. He arched up and pushed his chest into Mycroft’s mouth while his fingers hammered his prostate.

“My,” Greg sighed. “Fuck me, please. I need it.”

“Shush, dear heart,” Mycroft soothed, kissing a line from Greg’s chest to his lips. “I’ve got you.”

Mycroft removed his fingers and wiped them with a clean tissue from his bedside then moved to kneel between Greg’s spread thighs. He reached over and grabbed the condom from the bedside. His hands were shaking too much for him to be able to open it so Greg took it off of him and ripped the foil packet.

He removed the protection and rolled it down Mycroft’s length, giving him a few tight strokes to check it was going to stay in place. Mycroft leaned down and caught Greg’s wrist, making him stop.

“This is going to be over before it’s even started if you keep that up,” he smiled, a little short of breath.

Greg sat up and caught his lips in a brief kiss. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we? How are you supposed to get me pregnant if you don’t even make it inside of me.”

Both boys were aware that they shouldn’t be finding the thought of Greg getting pregnant so arousing but their horny teenage minds didn’t care about biological impossibilities.

Mycroft wrapped his hand around his base and slowly moved forwards. When the blunt tip pressed against Greg’s entrance, Mycroft’s gaze flicked up to check in with Greg, only to find him staring wide-eyed at where the two of them were about to join.

Seeing Mycroft still, Greg looked up. It was sweet that Mycroft kept asking for consent and checking Greg was okay. Greg definitely chose the right person to fall for.

“I’m ready,” Greg promised. “Just go slow, yeah.”

Mycroft nodded, he was pretty sure ‘slow’ was all he’d be able to manage without combusting so he was more than fine with honouring that request.

The head of Mycroft’s cock pushed past the tight ring, making both boys groan. Greg grimaced a little bit at the slight burn of the stretch, his erection flagging.

“Are you okay?” Mycroft asked, pushing no further in. He ran his hand gently over Greg’s stomach and chest in an attempt to ground him.

Greg bit his lip and nodded his head as his body began to adjust to the intrusion. “I’m good,” he said, laying a hand on top of Mycroft’s and guiding it towards his peaked nipple.

Mycroft got the hint and brought each hand up to one of the pink peaks, pinching and rubbing them. Greg’s half-hard cock began to spring to life again against his stomach and the burning sensation had completely faded.

Mycroft bent at the waist, careful not to move any further into Greg’s body. He kissed a line up Greg’s stomach and circled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nipples.

He toyed with them until Greg was panting beneath him, begging for more.

“Please, My,” he cried, squeezing around Mycroft’s cock. “Please.”

Mycroft smiled and pushed his prick in a bit further, his eyes fluttering shut as more of his body was encased in the slick warmth.

While he let Greg's body adjust once more, he took one of his nipples into his mouth and sucked. Greg’s toes curled and his fingers twisted almost painfully in Mycroft’s hair and pleasure flooded through him.

“How long do you think it will take for these to start leaking milk, handsome? If I suck them every day, starting from today, the day I fill you full of my child, how long do you think it will be before I can drink from you?” Mycroft purred, pulling his mouth away from Greg’s chest and cupping his pecs, squeezing them as though they were breasts.

Greg moaned deeply and his cock throbbed between their stomachs. He’d never thought about it before but now he wanted nothing more than to be able to feed Mycroft while he grew their baby inside of him.

“How perfect would that be?” Mycroft hummed, bottoming out inside his boyfriend with a deep thrust. “Me drinking from you while I fuck you. We’d be as close as two humans can be.”

Mycroft tilted his head up and crushed his lips against Greg’s as he slowly started to thrust in and out of him. Greg groaned into his mouth. Mycroft’s tongue fucked in and out at the same leisurely pace as his cock but as his cock went in, his tongue came out, giving Greg the constant pleasure of being pushed into.

“You feel so good, Greg,” Mycroft praised.

“You’re so deep,” Greg hummed, his hands trailing down to rest on Mycroft’s arse.

Mycroft experimented with a few different paces until he found one that made Greg howl. He was pulling out almost all the way so that the head of his cock brushed Greg’s prostate on every thrust.

“You take my cock so well, handsome. Making me feel so good,” Mycroft panted against Greg's throat.

“Come inside me,” Greg begged. “Knock me up, My.”

Mycroft smiled. “You want that, honey? You want me to fuck me seed into you until your pregnant and heavy with our baby?” Mycroft sped up, he could feel his orgasm building, getting closer and closer. One hand was on Greg’s hip, the other toying with his nipples. “I’d massage your heavy tits for you, sweet heart. Suck on them and milk you dry every night. You’ll taste delicious won’t you, my love?” With that, he took Greg’s nipple back into his mouth and sucked hard.

Greg cried out and reached down to grab his own cock, tugging harshly until he clenched around Mycroft’s prick and painted their stomachs with his come. He went lax and melted back into the mattress.

Mycroft slowed his hips for a second, letting Greg come back to Earth. He kissed and nipped along his jaw and up to his mouth, kissing his boyfriend deeply until they were both breathless.

“Fill me up, gorgeous. Get me pregnant,” Greg whispered. He smacked Mycroft’s arse playfully and Mycroft began to move again, this time fast. His thrusts grew more uncoordinated and unmeasured as he got closer to orgasm.

He buried himself as deep as possible and came with a shout, pulsing into the condom. He pressed his forehead against Greg’s and caught his breath before laying all his weight on his boyfriend.

Greg stroked random patterns on the freckled skin of Mycroft’s back as Mycroft’s brain rebooted. He could feel his cock softening and slowly slipping out of him which was a little unpleasant but he didn’t mind.

When Mycroft’s brain eventually came back online, he told Greg with a series of pecks to his collarbone.

Greg hummed into Mycroft’s hair. “You are absolutely filthy,” he giggled, shaking the two of them as he laughed.

“Guilty,” Mycroft smiled, pushing himself up. He pulled out, wincing slightly as his overstimulated cock passed through Greg’s body. He tied the condom and wiped himself and Greg off before laying back down next to his boyfriend.

Greg curled into him and kissed his cheek.

“My?”

“Gregory.” Mycroft looked down at his boyfriend, a cheeky grin staring up at him.

“Our first time was a lot kinkier than I imagined it being,” Greg laughed.

“Yes,” Mycroft agreed. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about us having sex many times and not once did it cross my mind that it would be like this.” He leaned down and kissed Greg, letting his tongue tangle with his partners. “I wouldn’t change a thing, though.”

“Me neither,” Greg whispered. “We’re together and that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he admitted softly.

“Me too,” Mycroft replied, his voice slightly shaky with emotion.

He tightened his arms around Greg and they slowly drifted off to sleep. Which, of course, was a big mistake as they were draped over each other when Mrs Holmes came home. She was delighted that they were finally together. She wanted to know everything, she attempted to give them ‘the talk’ but Mycroft cut her off, she rang Ali Lestrade and invited her around for tea and it was only when she got off the phone that she realised they boys had ditched school and she proceeded to shout at them about the importance of education.

But in the long run, missing two hours of school to spend some time with the man you would one day marry really wasn’t that big of a deal and Violet soon got over it.

***
Ten years later.

“Well, time to see if our six hundred and twenty one points translates to any decent parenting skills with an actual baby,” Greg said, attempting to have a jokey and lighthearted tone but it actually came out as a sort of sob as he picked up their daughter for the first time. He held her close to his bare chest and stroked the few strands of brown hair at the back of her head.

Mycroft, also bare chested, put his arm around Greg’s waist and curled into his side. Tears fell from his eyes freely as he listened to Greg promise that he’d never let any harm come to their baby girl.

Greg kissed her forehead so gently as though he was afraid she’d break then passed her over to Mycroft.

He held her close and Greg wiped the tears from his freckled cheeks before they could rain down on the most precious thing he’d ever held.

“Don’t drop her,” Greg laughed. “She’s literally the most expensive thing we own.”

Mycroft chuckled silently, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby. He angled his head and kissed Greg.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “You and me and our baby.”

"Well, handsome," Greg smiled. "You've got us. Forever."