21. Hardcover

The first time Greg realised it, he couldn't stop laughing for a solid ten minutes.

"It's not that funny." Mycroft mumbled as he put the book back on the shelf.

"But it's so you!" Greg exclaimed as he tried to stop laughing.

"How is that 'so me'?" Mycroft looked truly confused for a moment.

"Because you do nothing by the half, and for some reason I find it extremely sexy." Greg said as he stepped closer to where Mycroft was holding a new book. He ordered some new books for his library at home and Greg was helping him, which is how he came to the conclusion that Mycroft only buys books in hardcover. Greg didn't, most of the time he didn't see why he should pay extra for the same words and if you look after your books, a paperback can last just as long as a hardcover. The fact that Mycroft didn't see like that made his heart all gooey and soft and he started laughing. It was more of the fact that they are so different, yet so similar that they somehow fit together, when all the evidence points to the opposite.

"You find it sexy that I only buy hardcover books?"

"Yes."

"You have some strange tastes Gregory, the other day you got turned on by how I eat my food."

"You looked so hot, eating that ice cream; I wished I was the spoon." Mycroft tilted his head as he had an idea. He picked up a book.

"And now?" Mycroft stepped closer holding the book close to his chest as his fingers caressed the cover and tapped between the pages. Greg swallowed.

"Yeah, I want to be a book." Mycroft put the book down and picked up his tumbler glass, his fingers running across the edge of the glass in circles.

"Now I'd like to be a glass." The air was tense and charged with desire as Greg's eyes didn't leave Mycroft's hands. Taking a sip he put the glass back down and stood in front of Greg, hardly any space between them.

"Do you want to be everything I touch?"

"Yes. And everything you taste." Mycroft put his hands on Greg's face and leaned into his space kissing him.

"And now?" He whispered against his earlobe.

Greg pulled him closer.

"Now I want to be me." He responded as Mycroft locked his lips with his, the books forgotten.