Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 35: Where The Lines Overlap

They stayed in Mycroft's secret room for most of the afternoon; snogging, listening to music, snogging some more, talking about bands and life and crap, and finally, some more snogging.

When it hit seven Greg realised he had to leave and the two exchanged a few soft kisses before Mycroft led Greg through the manor. Greg still couldn't get over just how big the house was, and Mycroft smiled indulgently when Greg gaped and pointed stuff out.

They walked down the stairs and entered the foyer, Mycroft planning on walking Greg out to his bike. Unfortunately it was that moment that Sherlock and John decided to come careening in, the front doors slamming open with twin bangs.

Sherlock was covered in grass that Mycroft recognised from the abandoned stables at the back of the grounds, and John was bright pink in the face. The two stopped short when they saw Greg and Mycroft, and John promptly blushed, making his face even darker.

'What have you two been up to?' Mycroft asked.

'Um... just...' John began.

'None of your business!' Sherlock snapped.

'... h-hanging out,' John finished.

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft hummed.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed as Greg stood awkwardly beside Mycroft, looking from Sherlock to John.

'What have you been doing?' Sherlock questioned, bright blue eyes swivelling to Greg briefly before resting on his sibling.

'None of your business,' Mycroft sniffed, echoing his brother.

'You've been having sex,' Sherlock snickered.

'Sherlock-' Mycroft tried, only for the younger Holmes to interrupt.

'Mrs Hudson!' he bellowed, making John clap his hands over his ears. 'Mycroft's sneaking boys in!'

'Shut up,' Mycroft hissed, stomping towards his brother.

'MIISSUUSS HUUUDDDSSSOOONNN!' Sherlock shouted as he danced away from Mycroft. 'MRS HUDSON!'

'What is it?' Mrs Hudson asked as she came hurrying into the room. 'Sherlock, dear, what's wrong?'

Sherlock beamed as Mycroft scowled darkly at him. 'Nothing's wrong,' Mycroft said quickly.

'Mycroft has a friend over,' Sherlock announced.

Mrs Hudson blinked at him before her eyes found Greg. Greg blushed brightly and Mrs Hudson smiled at him. 'Hello, dear.'

'H-Hi,' Greg stuttered.

Mycroft groaned and rubbed his eyes. 'Mrs Hudson this is Gregory Lestrade. He's a friend-'

'Boyfriend,' Sherlock interrupted.

'Friend of mine,' Mycroft hissed, eyes dark as they snapped to Sherlock, 'from school.'

Sherlock just grinned and Mrs Hudson walked to Greg. 'Nice to meet you, Gregory.'

'Uh... you too,' Greg mumbled. 'You can call me Greg.'

'Of course, of course,' the woman smiled. 'Are you staying for dinner, Greg?'

'Um... n-no, I-'

'You must stay, it's no trouble,' Mrs Hudson cut in. 'I'm sure Mycroft would love to have you.'

Greg glanced at Mycroft, who looked like he was trying very hard not to beat his sibling over the head, before looking back at Mrs Hudson.

'Um... yeah, sure, I just gotta call my mum,' Greg said, digging into his pocket for his mobile.