Late nights, early mornings

Car ride

Greg got in the car and smiled at Myc, it was more real than most of smiles he gave. He was happy someone was acting normal. As Myc told the driver where to go Greg looked out the window, letting his mind wander a little, wondering if Myc actually cared or if Sherlock told him to come check up on him. Either way he was here and they were having lunch.

"So where are we going?" Greg asked, filling the awkward silence that had fallen in the car.

"The diner where I took you the first time we met" Myc said, remembering that night clearly, that was the night he fell head over heels for Greg, and the night he took himself in hand for the first time since he was 16. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself, Greg was the first person to treat him like an actual person and not just someone who could kill you with a text.

"You mean where you first kidnapped me?" Greg asked jokingly, also remembering that night as well. It was the last night he and Bella made love, he knew it was awful that he was thinking about Myc the whole time, but Bella had been calling out other men's names in the weeks prior so it wasn't that bad .

Myc laughed softly and Greg smiled, a real smile that reached his eyes, and Myc smiled widely. It was a smile that a rare few saw. Greg, Sherlock and a few spare others saw this smile, you could see it in his eyes and he showed his teeth.

"That's what everyone says, but if I wanted you kidnapped I could have that happen" Myc said and Greg nodded

"I know, your quote unquote minor position lets you get away with it" Greg said as he smiled at Myc and placed his hand on the seat in between them

"I'm telling you i'm just a minor official" Myc said as he looked into Gregs eyes and placed his hand on Gregs, not meaning to. Myc flushed red.

"I-I.... Sorry I didn-... Sorry" Myc stuttered out but Greg just smiled

"It's fine Myc." He said, getting the idea that Myc might actually have feelings for him as well.He told himself that he was being dumb, that Myc would never like him that way. But he could't help notice how Myc only really smiled around him, or how Myc rarely took his eyes off him hen they talked.

Mycroft felt like his cheeks were on fire as he did that. How did he not notice Gregory's hand? He relaxed as best he could, trying to make the red in his cheeks. He knew he was blushing horribly, he always did when he was nervous, which didn't happen that often unless he was with Gregory. He cared for Gregory and he thought Gregory cared for him too. He saw how Gregory's pupils dilated when he looked at him, and he saw how Gregory would not so secretly check him out.