Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 43: SING

Greg had completely forgotten that he'd left his bike at Dimmock's. So after a bit of panicking- and his mum telling him off- Maggie drove him to Dimmock's to pick up his bike. Greg managed to push it out of the driveway and halfway down the street without alerting Dimmock that he was there; Greg was still trying to decide exactly how to tell his best friend that he was dating Mycroft without Dimmock shouting, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

He had the feeling it was a lost cause... and he'd probably have to face Molly, BJ Masters, Sally Donovan, Sherlock and John too.

Despite that, Greg was still in a great mood when he pulled into the carpark at school; he and Mycroft were dating! Suddenly everything just seemed right and Greg smiled broadly as he got off his bike and set his helmet down. Checking his watch, he leaned against his bike and waited for his boyfriend.

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Mycroft gave Sherlock and John a lift to school in repayment for Sherlock covering for him the previous two nights. Sometimes it was handy having a brother. As soon as Sherlock and John saw Greg- who was standing by his bike waiting- they both whistled and started teasing.

Mycroft rolled his eyes and cuffed them both over the back of their heads. Sherlock smirked and bounced away while John grinned toothily.

'Stop it,' Mycroft ordered.

'Never,' John said while Sherlock poked his tongue out.

'Hey...' Greg said when he spotted them. He blushed slightly when the younger students smirked at him. 'Um...'

'We know you're boyfriends,' John grinned.

'So go on, give him a kiss,' Sherlock said, pointing at Mycroft. 'We know you want to.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes and Greg blushed, but stepped forward and gave his partner a chaste kiss.

'So cute,' John chuckled and Sherlock nodded.

'Don't you two have something better to do?' Mycroft drawled.

'Like go make out and pretend you don't fancy each other?' Greg added.

John blushed brightly and Sherlock snapped, 'We don't-'

'Blah, blah,' Greg interrupted as he flapped a hand. 'Sure you don't.'

'I hate you,' Sherlock snapped.

'I'm wounded,' Greg said, clutching his chest.

'Mycroft, control your boyfriend!' Sherlock ordered.

'But he's so funny,' Mycroft grinned. 'And right.'

'He is not!' Sherlock growled.

'Mm-hmm,' Mycroft hummed.

Sherlock sniffed and said, 'Come along, John.'

'Yes, go along, John,' Greg nodded.

John poked his tongue out and quickly walked away, Sherlock flipping Greg off as he followed. Greg chuckled and Mycroft smiled at him.

'I knew there was a reason I liked you,' the genius commented.

'Well my devilish good-looks definitely help,' Greg grinned. He stepped closer and grabbed Mycroft's hand, threading their fingers together. Mycroft raised an eyebrow and Greg said, 'I won't hide what we mean to each other.'

'Really?' Greg nodded and Mycroft smiled. 'Thank you,' he said.

'I ain't ashamed of being with you,' Greg told him. 'If anything, I want everyone to know that you're mine.'

'Am I?'

Greg nodded again. 'Just like I'm yours,' he said.

Mycroft smiled brightly and lifted their joined hands. He pressed a kiss to Greg's knuckles and Greg smiled brightly.