Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 5: Interlude

Greg woke up feeling better than he usually did after a late party. It was probably because he'd spent the last two hours of it looking for Mycroft before walking home at midnight, frowning and remembering the way Mycroft had been dressed.

He lazed about the house staring aimlessly, and more than once his thoughts drifted to the other teenager. He couldn't quite believe that Mycroft Holmes- the biggest nerd the school had to offer- could dress like that and talk like that.

There was also the memory of Mycroft fucking that James guy. Greg had got a good look at what Mycroft had in his trousers, and couldn't deny that the guy was well-endowed.

What pissed Greg off the most was the way he'd reacted to Mycroft. The boy he'd once shoved aside and basically ignored had pushed him against a wall and hissed filthy things in his ear, and all it had done was make Greg hard and panting with need. The guy hadn't even kissed him and Greg had been harder than he'd ever been before in his life.

When Dimmock came around a few hours before the party that night, he found that Greg was completely out of it, staring at the wall as he lay back on his bed.

When Maggie disappeared to get changed for her shift at the hospital, Dimmock leaned against Greg's desk and said, 'What's wrong with you?'

Greg shook his head, trying to get the image of Mycroft in leather trousers from his head. He rolled onto his back and said, 'Nothing.'

'Bullshit, you've been acting all quiet since the party last night. Something happen?'

Greg shook his head again, shoving his hands under his pillow and stretching.

'Greg?'

'Seriously, Dimmo, it's nothing,' Greg insisted. 'I'm just... nothing, it doesn't matter.'

Dimmock frowned. 'You sure?'

Greg nodded. There was no way in hell he could talk to Dimmock about Mycroft. What would he say, anyway? "Mycroft Holmes was there and fuck did he look sexy"? No, he didn't think that'd go down too well.

Dimmock sighed but let it go, instead grabbing the magazine on Greg's desk and flicking through it.

Maggie came back in to tell Greg she was leaving, and got a grunt in response. She looked at Dimmock, who shrugged as if to say "No idea". Still a bit worried, but deciding to let it go for now, Maggie told Greg and Dimmock to behave before leaving for work.