Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chalter 16: Taking Control

Joe and Dylan immediately took the seats at the back in the far right-hand corner. They pushed and shoved each other until Joe thumped Dylan in the thigh, the blonde groaning and slouching in the seat beside him.

Dimmock sat in the row in front of them, his arm wrapped around Molly. Greg flopped onto the seat beside Dylan and ripped open a packet of popcorn, shoving some kernels into his mouth.

They passed the food around, crisps, popcorn, chocolate and lollies flying through the air as the previews flashed across the screen. Greg nicked Dimmock's lemonade and poked his tongue out, Dimmock scowling at the lump of chewed-up food on show.

'You dick,' Dimmock said, throwing a chocolate bar at him.

'Mm, Mars Bar,' Greg grinned. He ripped the wrapper open and took a large bite, humming and rubbing his stomach.

Dimmock rolled his eyes and Molly kissed him on the cheek while Joe and Dylan fought over the Aeros.

'Hey, have you got the Crunchies?' Greg asked, leaning over the seats. Molly nodded and went through her boyfriend's bag before passing Greg one of the honeycomb chocolates. 'Mm, yummy.'

'You'll end up sick,' Molly said as Greg polished off his Mars Bar and immediately tore open the Crunchie.

Greg just poked his tongue out and slurped his lemonade.

Greg had just finished off his Crunchie when he spotted a familiar head of ginger-brown hair walking into the cinema. He smiled stupidly as Mycroft grabbed Sherlock, who'd been trying to run up the aisle.

He hissed in his little brother's ear and Sherlock scowled before being let go. The younger Holmes stomped up the aisle with John and threw himself into a seat at the end of the row Molly and Dimmock were sitting in. John sat beside him and Mycroft took the seat at the end.

Greg couldn't stop staring at Mycroft- and had the feeling Mycroft knew he was looking. He didn't care, though, he just sat in his seat playing with his drink, brown eyes glancing between the screen and Mycroft.

Molly and Dimmock were snickering (not that Greg noticed) and kept whispering to each other over Greg's behaviour.

Suddenly Mycroft stood and walked over to Sherlock and John, saying something to the two younger kids that made Sherlock flap his hands about. Mycroft scowled, looked up at Greg, and turned, walking down the aisle and disappearing.

Greg stood quickly and Dimmock said, 'Where you goin'?'

'Um... cigarette,' Greg said before practically running down the row, Dimmock snickering.

'So whatchya think?' he asked his girlfriend.

'Oh, Greg totally fancies Mycroft,' Molly nodded.

Dimmock grinned in triumph.

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Greg walked down the brightly-lit corridor, looking around and wondering where Mycroft had gone. He'd just reached the toilets when Mycroft appeared, dragging him into the tiled room and pushing him against the wall.

'This is becoming a habit,' Greg said as Mycroft wound an arm around his waist.

Mycroft chuckled. 'So stop following me.'

'Stop looking fuckable,' Greg retorted.

Mycroft smiled and Greg closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Mycroft's. Mycroft let out a soft sound of surprise before he was kissing back, lips gently melding against Greg's own.

Greg decided to take control of the kiss- even if Mycroft did have him pinned to a wall- and threaded one hand through Mycroft's ginger-brown hair, his other hand grabbing the taller boy's hips.