It was one of the rare evenings when no murder or election in a foreign land kept Gregory and Mycroft apart. They have settled in on the sofa with their shoes off and the television had been turned on. Through the teapot's steam Marry Berry face lit up
in pure joy over the fact that a contestant had just made a gin flavoured cake in the shape of a gin bottle.
"Do you fancy Paul Hollywood, My?" Greg teased. Mycroft, who was resting his head on Greg's chest and stroking the strong arm that held him tight, thought about the question. Greg could feel his partner smile as he answered.
"I thought you knew I was more interested in cake than bread". Greg let out a small laughter.
"So Mary Berry is the one who does it for you then?" Greg asked teasingly. At that moment Mycroft sat up and turned around so he was looking directly into Greg's hazel eyes.
"You are the only one who does it for me" Mycroft answered with so much passion that Greg almost apologised for his teasing, but he didn't have time because he had the chance Mycroft had sealed their lips in a deep and long kiss. When Greg started to
pull his lips away Mycroft just pulled the man tighter.
"Fuck I love you Mycroft Holmes" Greg murmured in between the kisses. As none of the men wanted to end kiss, Greg slowly pushed his body onto Mycroft's expensive shirt. Mycroft gave in and let the DI take control. Greg started to undo the bottoms on the
expensive shirt, still with his lips on his husband's. When all the bottoms where undone Greg's lips started to wander. First from the lips to the cheeks and then to ears and down the neck. Mycroft only let out small sounds of enjoyment. The sounds
from his husband only made Greg more eager. He started feeling his cock getting hard. To his joy Mycroft felt it as well and he now gained control and started loosening Greg's belt. When he had done that and unzipped the zipper he was greeted by a
full erected penis. He gently let his fingers cherish it. Greg let out an even louder mourn then those Mycroft had made. But just as Mycroft was about to take Greg's cock in his mouth a new sound interrupted him. He looked up at Greg who looked just
as surprised by the sound. They both turned their heads to see the gin flavoured gin bottle fell on the floor in slow motion. At the exact same time the two half naked men collapsed on the sofa in laughter. As the tears on the contestant rolled so
did the tears of laughter on Greg and Mycroft. Greg put his penis back in his trousers and as Mycroft was about to bottom up his shirt Greg stopped him by resting his head on Mycroft chest so the silver grey hair mixed with the ginger chest hair.