Mycroft walked into the flat, which was much smaller than he was used to, and smiled. The flat may be small, and next to a noisy road, but it was Greg's. And whenever he was with Greg, Mycroft's mood improved dramatically. Plus, he reasoned with himself as he propped his umbrella against the wall, Greg's flat smelt nice. What was that, anyway?
Walking through the front room to the kitchen, Mycroft was confronted by a glorious sight. There, on the kitchen side, was a baking tin. And in the baking tin-Mycroft felt his mouth start to water as he unconsciously licked his lips.
"My? Is that you? You're early!" Mycroft spun on his heel at the sound of his lover's voice, his lips turned up in a smile reserved just for the Detective Inspector in front of him.
Greg strode over to the taller man, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his lips chastely before glancing back into the kitchen. "Oh, bugger. You saw it, didn't you? I wanted it to be a surprise, it's not eve-" His words were cut off abruptly when Mycroft leaned to kiss him enthusiastically, eventually pulling back and smiling as he spoke. "It's for me?"
Greg laughed, releasing Mycroft's waist and walking into the kitchen. "Of course it's for you, you daft sod. I'm not a total housewife, I don't bake for the sake of it." He touched the side of the tin quickly, then picked it up, turning the cake onto a plate and grinning proudly. "There. Not too shoddy for a first attempt, eh? I was going to ice it, but…"
Mycroft shook his head slightly, smiling at the man in front of him. "It's perfect. May I?" He picked up a fork from the draining board, gesturing towards the cake.
Greg smiled. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. Go for it. I'll put the kettle on." He moved to the other side of his small kitchen, flicking the switch and getting two mugs from the cupboard above. As Greg stood, drumming his fingers on the worktop, his thoughts were interrupted by the elder Holmes' voice behind him.
"Oh, Gregory this is delicious. You should try some." Suddenly, Greg saw a fork from the corner of his eye. He turned, laughing as Mycroft offered him the forkful of cake. "If it's all right with you, I'd rather wait for my tea. Do you want coff-" For the second time in as many minutes, Greg's words were cut off. Only this time, it was because of the mouthful of gooey chocolate cake he now found himself chewing.
Mycroft grinned, leaning forward as Greg swallowed. He kissed the corner of his lips, catching a stray crumb there. "Wouldn't want it to go to waste", he murmured. Blushing at his impulsiveness, Mycroft leant forward again, catching the grey-haired man's lips in a gentle kiss, tasting the traces of cake that lingered there.
Greg smiled, wrapping his arms back around the man's waist and deepening their kiss. He may not be as smart as his older lover, but he was a damned good baker.