Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 18: At The Library

Thursday morning Greg woke up in high spirits again. Maggie stared at him as he ripped into his jam-covered toast, texting on his phone as he did.

'Gregory?'

'Mm?' Greg hummed around his mouthful.

'Are you feeling okay?'

Greg looked up and swallowed. 'What?'

'Are you feeling okay?' Maggie repeated.

'Um... yeah, why?' Greg asked, frowning in confusion.

'Well, you... you...' Maggie stared at her son before shaking her head. 'Never mind.'

Greg shrugged and finished his toast, polished off his coffee, and stood. 'Seeya later, Mum.' He kissed her cheek and grabbed his helmet, heading outside while still texting.

Maggie sighed and rubbed her eyes. 'That boy is so confusing.'

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When Greg pulled up in the school carpark Mycroft was waiting. He smiled as Greg turned his bike off, pulling the keys from the ignition and pocketing them. Greg slid off his bike and tugged his helmet off, saying, 'Hi.'

'Hello,' Mycroft replied, pressing a quick kiss to Greg's lips. 'I must say, I like the jacket.'

Greg looked down at his leather jacket and smiled. 'Ah, yeah, well it's warmer than the school blazer when I'm riding, and if I get it dirty it doesn't matter. Mum'd kill me if I came home with stains all over my uniform.'

Mycroft chuckled and brushed a hand through Greg's hair, Greg staring at him. 'Just flattening it,' Mycroft smiled before turning and walking towards the Boster Building.

They sat beside each other, Mycroft leaning his plain white folder against his legs while lighting a cigarette.

'Why don't you put pictures on it?' Greg asked, gesturing at the folder.

Mycroft shrugged. 'Like what?'

'Um... naked people?' Greg suggested.

Mycroft chuckled and said, 'Well I remember asking someone to send me naked photos, but they didn't, did they?'

Greg snorted. 'Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna let you put naked pictures of me all over your folder.'

'Oh come on, Gregory,' Mycroft teased, leaning closer and whispering in Greg's ear. 'I'll make it worth your while.'

Greg shivered and swallowed thickly, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. It didn't help that he'd been daydreaming about Mycroft giving him a blow job all morning. 'Um...'

'I'll leave you to think about it, hmm?' Mycroft said, nipping Greg's earlobe and drawing back.

Greg followed him, and when Mycroft turned he found Greg's warm, strawberry jam-flavoured lips pressed against his own. Mycroft couldn't help but breath in deeply, swallowing Greg's scent and taste as they kissed.

They stayed sitting beside each other, backs pressed to the brick wall, lips teasing and pushing gently. Soon Mycroft dropped his cigarette in favour of grabbing Greg's hair, twisting his fingers through the short, slightly-curly brown locks. Greg hummed in pleasure and leaned further forward, twisting his body and leaning against the cold concrete they were sitting on.

'If I followed you two around with a video camera I'd make a fortune.'

Greg groaned and Mycroft chuckled. He pecked Greg on the lips before turning to look up at Dimmock.

Dimmock smiled and continued, 'Seriously, I'd make a tonne of cash on the internet.'

Greg raised an eyebrow. 'And why would people pay to see two guys snogging when they can get it free on Porn Hub or Red Tube or-'