Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 47: Fun At The Movies

Anthea and Sally were busy, but BJ was all for a night at the movies; as long as he didn't have to watch Dimmock make out with Molly or Greg make out with Mycroft. Mycroft assured the football player that Joe was going to be there, and eventually BJ agreed.

Greg lent Mycroft a thick jacket so he could ride his bike to the movies. Mycroft had been keeping the spare helmet in the boot of his car and quickly tugged it on when Greg straddled his bike.

Arms firmly around his boyfriend, Mycroft grinned to himself as Greg backed down the driveway before starting his bike. Riding with Greg was addictive; the wind whipping at his clothes, Greg's warm, firm body against his own... Mycroft could definitely get used to it.

They zipped downed the streets and around corners, Greg an excellent and confident rider. When they pulled into the carpark Mycroft was a little sad that Greg didn't live further away from the shopping centre.

The two climbed off the bike and Mycroft grinned at his boyfriend.

'Like riding, huh?' Greg asked. He remembered Mycroft's Harley, sitting in the garage at Holmes Manor.

'Yes,' Mycroft nodded.

'We'll have to go for more rides before the weather turns colder,' Greg said. 'It's a bitch riding in the snow; too cold and wet.'

Mycroft smiled at the promise of future rides and set the helmet on the back of the seat while he dug around for his cigarettes.

He and Greg had just lit their sticks when Dimmock's car drove past, the other teenager parking a few spots from them. Soon he and Molly came into view and Dimmock's eyes rolled up and down Mycroft's body.

'Looking good, Mycroft,' Dimmock grinned when he saw the thick black jacket with silver buckles that Mycroft was wearing. Coupled with the tight black jeans and chucks, Mycroft was looking... sexy.

Greg scowled at his best friend. 'Stop leering at my boyfriend!'

'I wasn't leering!'

Molly giggled as Greg and Dimmock started arguing and Mycroft just lit a cigarette, watching with a raised eyebrow. When Greg finally thumped Dimmock in the thigh, the two retreated to their partners with pouts.

'He can look, you know,' Mycroft said to Greg. 'It doesn't mean he's going to jump me.'

'I know,' Greg grumbled. 'But how would you feel if he looked at me?' Mycroft shrugged. 'Seriously, you wouldn't care?' Greg asked.

'No,' Mycroft said with a head shake. He rolled his cigarette between his fingers to rid the end of ash and said, 'What I care about his him trying to sleep with you again. If he ever hints at wanting to get into your trousers I'll break his arm.'

Greg blinked at Mycroft- who was dead serious- before beaming. 'Awesome.'

Mycroft chuckled. 'Oh, Gregory,' he sighed.

'What?' Greg said. 'My big powerful boyfriend will defend me if any guys get touchy; that's just super hot.'

'Is it?'

'Mm,' the brunette hummed. He shifted closer to Mycroft until their arms were pressed together and pecked him on the lips. 'Super sexy,' he whispered.

A shudder of pleasure swept through Mycroft's body and he swallowed thickly. 'I think we should get seats up the back,' he said.

Greg raised his eyebrows. 'Oh yeah?'

'Yes,' Mycroft affirmed with a nod.

Greg grinned and said, 'Excellent.'