Greg walks Mycroft to his car that afternoon, as usual. Mycroft carries his gigantic bouquet and smiles the whole time.

"What gave you this idea? You didn't have to do anything, you could have just asked me and I'd have said yes."

"I just wanted to do something special. I'm glad we're going. I've never been to a school dance before."

"Really?"

"Is that surprising?"

"Kind of. You're so popular."

"I wasn't very popular for a while. Even though I'd go, girls never asked me. And of course boys didn't want to."

"Mmm," Mycroft sounds, "Well, we're each other's first dates. I like that."

Greg smiles. "Me too. It's Friday night, is that ok?"

"Yes, of course."

"I meant with family dinner and stuff."

"Yeah, it'll be fine. My mother is taking Sherlock out of town on Friday anyway. They won't be back until Sunday."

"Really? Where are they going?"

Mycroft shrugs. "I don't actually know. Anyway, I'm all free. And the house will be empty."

"Oh? What are you thinking?"

Mycroft checks his watch. "I'm thinking I'm going to be late for language."

Greg smiles. "Tease. I'm staying over Friday."

"Good."

"I love you," Greg says, leaning in for a kiss.

Mycroft lets Greg kiss him. "I love you too," he says.

"See you tomorrow."

"Right," Mycroft says, opening his car door.

Greg grabs him for one more kiss, then Mycroft gets in the car and leaves.

The next morning, Greg buys their dance tickets during third period. The members of the dance planning committee sells them, and one is in that class with him. He asks for two, and the member curiously asks who he's taking.

"Uhm, Mycroft Holmes," Greg says.

"A boy?" the girl asks, taking his money and getting his change.

Greg nods. "Yep."

"As a…friend? You two can't find dates?"

"No. He's my date." Greg takes his change.

"Oh…" she mutters, handing him two tickets.

"Yep. Thanks!"

She just nods and Greg takes his seat.

Two hours later, in fifth period, Greg gets a note from the main office requesting he go there immediately. Greg wonders what he did wrong, and as soon as he turns into the hall to the office, he sees Mycroft.

"You got a pass, too?" Greg asks as they approach each other.

Mycroft nods. "What did we do?"

Greg shrugs. "I guess we'll find out," he says, opening the door for Mycroft.

They get directed immediately into Headmaster William's office and are told to sit.

"Do you boys know why you're here?" Headmaster Williams asks.

Both boys shake their heads.

Headmaster Williams sighs. "It has come to my attention that you two are…planning on attending Winter Formal together."

Greg hesitantly nods. "Yes, sir."

Mycroft doesn't do anything.

"I'm sorry, boys, I really am, but you can't."

"What? Why?"

"It's against the rules for same-gender couples to attend together."

"That's crap," Greg mutters.

"I am sorry, boys. It's just the rule."

They nod in understanding.

"A few teachers here are ok with you two, or your…kind, but many are not. I, for one, wouldn't mind if you two went together, but as I said, it's a rule. You can get your money back if you want, Gregory, or find another date."

"We…understand," Greg says, "I guess."

"Can we go now?" Mycroft asks.

Headmaster Williams nods.

The boys stand and leave the office.

"This is shit," Greg says. "What the fuck? That bitch told on us!"

Mycroft doesn't comment on Greg's excessive swearing. "I know," he says.

"This just fucking sucks. At my old school, we could go together. We could go and make out and nobody would fucking say anything. But here? This is shit!"

Mycroft just nods and looks at the floor.

Greg grunts in frustration. "I hate this, I really do."

Mycroft nods.

"I'm sorry. I'm…this is just shit. How are you not extremely angry about this?"

Mycroft shrugs. "I'm over homophobic stuff. It's going to be like this forever, there's nothing I alone can do about it."

Greg clenches his fist, then unclenches it. "This isn't over."

"I didn't sense that it was," Mycroft says.

"They can't just not let us go."

"Yes, they can, Greg. It's a rule."

"Rules are meant to be broken."

"Says the future police officer."

Greg sighs. "Fine. I'm really not happy, though."

"Neither am I. But…I don't know what to do."

Suddenly, Greg gets a grin on his face. "Is Harper taking Kelly?"

Mycroft shrugs. "Not if they find out Harper's taking a girl."

"Well, I have an idea. Why don't I take Kelly and you take Harper?"

Mycroft makes a confused face. "I don't want to take Harper."

"Well, of course not. Once we get there, we'll trade. He said it's against the rules for same-sex couples to attend together, he didn't say it's against the rules for same-sex couples to be there together."

Mycroft slowly cracks a smile. "You think that'll work?"

Greg nods. "Yeah. Just ask Harper about it."

"I'm sure she'll agree."

"Perfect," Greg says, kissing Mycroft's cheek. "I'll see you at lunch."

Mycroft gives him a slight wave, then turns to walk down the hall.

At lunch, Mycroft tells Harper the news. She is as outraged as Greg, but she thinks their idea is a great plan. She texts Kelly right then to tell her the plan, and then all of their friends at the table grow curious as to what they're talking about.

"These arseholes won't let Mycroft and I go to the dance together."

"What? Why?" Jaimee questions.

"Because we're a same-sex couple. Harper and Kelly can't go together, either."

"So you guys aren't going?" Hannah asks.

"We found a loophole," Greg says, grinning. "I'm taking Kelly and Mycroft is taking Harper. We'll switch at the dance."

"Sounds romantic," Lars jokes.

"That is terrible, though," Jaimee says. "And really unfair. Lee, who are you taking?"

Nobody's brought up the Christmas stuff with Lee since the party at Jaimee's.

Lee blushes and looks at the table. "Uhm…I'm not going."

"Oh," Jaimee says.

Everyone is quiet.

"Anyway," Harper says, breaking the silence. "Yeah. I guess we'll fool them."

Everyone agrees and says they're sorry the couples can't just go as couples as they continue their lunch. Mycroft and Harper begin talking about Harper's dress.

Greg catches Lee sulking and glancing at Mycroft. Greg doesn't like that, so he leans over and kisses the side of Mycroft's neck, the part that is facing Greg at the moment. Mycroft smiles and looks at him, then runs his fingers through Greg's hair. Greg smiles and wants to lean in to kiss Mycroft, but he doesn't want Mycroft to be embarrassed. Instead, he just turns away to talk to Jaimee.

Friday finally comes and Mycroft arrives at Greg's house at 7. They agreed to pick the girls up at Harper's house at 7:30, but Mycroft wants to see Greg before. When he gets there, Greg is still in the process of getting dressed.

"God you look so good," Greg says as he pulls Mycroft into the house. Greg Sr. and Jan are upstairs, so Greg gently, yet firmly, presses Mycroft into the wall next to the door.

Mycroft's wearing his Christmas suit and a tie instead of bowtie, plus a black button up shirt underneath instead of white. The tie is deep purple, so all-in-all, Mycroft's attire is very dark.

Obviously Greg loves it, because his hands roam all over Mycroft and his kisses become deeper and deeper by the second.

"Damn Gregory," they hear Greg Sr. behind them, "Let the boy breath."

Greg pulls away and takes a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry," he says.

Mycroft pulls his coat off and hangs it on the rack. "Almost ready?" he asks.

"Just about," Greg says, buttoning his shirt cuffs. His shirt is dark blue and the tie around his neck is silver.

"Blue shirt?" Mycroft questions.

Greg sighs. "Kelly dressed me. She's wearing a blue dress and wanted me to match. What color is Harper's dress?"

Mycroft holds his tie up. "Purple."

"Ahh, right." Greg holds his tie up. "Tie my tie?"

Mycroft smiles and goes to him, taking the two ends of the tie in hand and tying it. "I learned how to tie a tie when I was seven."

"Why?"

"Uhm," Mycroft chuckles. "My mother was gone and my father was drunk. We had to go to the city to meet her, and my father couldn't tie his tie. He walked me through it, but he couldn't see straight. I didn't know he was drunk at the time, but he acted so proud of me that I just…I never forgot it."

"Wow," Greg says. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's a fine memory."

Greg kisses him as Mycroft finishes, and Jan enters the room.

"Oh!" she cries, "Let me see, let me see!"

Greg pulls his jacket on and stands up straight.

"You two! Let me get a picture!" Jan rushes upstairs to get her camera, and Mycroft adjusts Greg's tie again. "Here we go!" Jan announces as she runs down the stairs.

She sets them up against the wall at the base of the stairs. She instructs Mycroft to put his arm around Greg's shoulders and Greg to wrap his arm around Mycroft's waist. The boys fall into the position naturally and eventually get so comfortable that Jan snaps a photo of them where Greg is kissing his cheek and Mycroft's face has a giant, happy smile.

"You two look amazing," Jan says. "Give me a hug!"

The boys both hug her, then go to the door.

"I'm staying over at Mycroft's tonight," Greg says as they pull their coats on.

"Alright. Remember you've got that plan tomorrow, right?"

Greg rolls his eyes. "Fine."

"Gregory."

"Ok!" Greg says. "See you later."

"Have fun!" Jan calls out the door.

Greg waves back as they get in the car.

"Plans tomorrow?" Mycroft questions.

Greg sighs. "I have to have dinner with my grandparents."

"Your mum's parents?"

Greg nods. "They called a few days ago and they want to see me."

"I'm sorry," Mycroft says, actually unsure of what to say. "I hope it goes well."

"Thanks."

They get to Harper's house minutes later and the girls are both ready and waiting for them. They take pictures with Harper's mother and she tells them all that they look great, then the four leave for the dance.

They get there and nobody tells them anything about them unable to be there together. The girl who told on Greg and Mycroft glares at them, and Mrs. Jacobs doesn't look too happy about the four either, but nobody can say anything because Harper is Mycroft's date and Kelly is Greg's.

They find their friends inside and Greg is happy to see Sam. He and Sam never had the opportunity to go to a school dance either, and he's happy to share this with his best friend.

Greg dances with Kelly at first, and Mycroft with Harper, because they don't want to draw attention to themselves that quickly into the night, but after an hour they switch and begin dancing together.

Mrs. Jacobs quickly finds them and stops them on the dancefloor.

"You two are breaking the rules!" Mrs. Jacobs shouts over the music. "You all must leave!"

"Ma'am, the rule is that we couldn't come together. Nobody said anything about us dancing together," Greg says.

Mrs. Jacobs huffs. "We'll see about that."

Greg rolls his eyes as she leaves and he continues dancing with Mycroft. Five minutes later, he notices Mrs. Jacobs talking to Headmaster Williams, and all he does is shrug. Mrs. Jacobs walks away angry and Headmaster Williams smiles at Greg. Greg waves to him and continues dancing with his boyfriend.

The friends all have a great time at the dance and no other incidents occur. When it ends, they pass on going to eat with their friends and instead get in Mycroft's car to go to Mycroft's house.

"This was great," Greg says in the car. "I had an amazing time."

"I did, too. I didn't think I would, but I did."

"You didn't think you would? Even with me?"

"I've never been interested in dances or anything social. But it is different with you."

Greg smiles. "I'm glad we got to be together."

"Me too."

Greg leans over the seat and kisses Mycroft. He tries to pull Mycroft closer, but Mycroft stops him, not wanting to make out in front of the driver.

Once they get to the house, they rush up to Mycroft's room and resume their kissing. The kisses don't start slow, the begin deep and frantic. Mycroft takes hold of Greg's suit jacket to pull him closer, then decides to pull the jacket off altogether. It's discarded onto the floor, quickly followed by Mycroft's jacket.

They fall onto the bed and only pause to breathe. Mycroft pushes Greg onto his back and climbs on top of him.

"I love this," Greg mutters. He pulls Mycroft's tie off and begins unbuttoning Mycroft's shirt.

Mycroft does the same, quickly getting Greg's shirt buttons undone and pushing it apart on Greg's chest. Mycroft pulls his own shirt off his shoulder and lays over Greg, letting their chests press together. He kisses down Greg's cheek and jaw to Greg's neck, quickly sucking on different parts and making Greg moan.

Greg pushes his fingers into Mycroft's hair and lightly pulls when Mycroft's suctions become bruise forming. He doesn't want any marks where anybody can see, but in one specific spot he groans loud and bucks his hips.

Mycroft grins against Greg's neck and reaches for Greg's belt. He kisses down Greg's chest while getting the belt apart and grabbing Greg's zip.

"I love you," Greg whispers while running his fingers through Mycroft's hair. "You're so perfect, I love you so much."

Mycroft pauses at the center of Greg's torso, looks up at Greg and smiles. "I love you, too." He returns to Greg's face and kisses him lightly. Greg places his hands on either side of Mycroft's head. "Greg?" Mycroft mutters as he pulls away.

"Hmm?"

"Can I, uhm…"

"What?"

"Can I…" Mycroft doesn't know how to word his request. "I want to, uhm…"

"What, Myc? You want to…actually fuck me?"

Mycroft nearly gasps at the question. "No, not that. Not yet. Why, do you want me to?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But only when you want to."

"Right now I just want to, uhm…suck you."

Greg smiles and kisses Mycroft. "You can do whatever you want to me."

Mycroft smiles back and kisses Greg's cheek, then moves lower and catches Greg's earlobe between his teeth.

"God, please," Greg begs at this.

Mycroft grins in his face. "I'd better get to work then," he says.

"Take your trousers off first," Greg says.

Mycroft nods and gets off the bed to remove his trousers, and Greg lifts his hips and takes his off. He leaves his pants, though, and Mycroft gets back onto the bed.

Mycroft resumes kissing down Greg's body again, all while Greg gasps and moans at Mycroft's lips on him. He runs his fingers through Mycroft's hair as Mycroft gets to his pants and tugs them down Greg's hips.

"You're not even…" Mycroft mutters.

"I was. Now I'm just a bit…nervous."

"I don't have to," Mycroft says, "If you're nervous."

"No, go ahead, I just…" Greg takes a deep breath. "Ok. I'm ok."

Mycroft kisses Greg's hip bones, and without warning kisses Greg's cock. Greg gasps at the sensation, this being the first time anyone's ever gone down on him, of course.

Mycroft lifts Greg's left leg over his shoulder, resting his hand on Greg's hip above his leg, and he rests his other arm over Greg's thigh, his other hand landing on Greg's stomach.

"Are you ok?" Mycroft asks.

Greg takes a deep breath and nods. "Where do I put my hands?"

"Uhm, I don't know. Anywhere."

Greg takes hold of the sheets with one hand and Mycroft's hand under his thigh with the other. "Ok?"

"I should be asking you."

"I'm ok."

"Good," Mycroft says, this time licking a straight line up Greg's slowly growing cock.

Greg groans loudly and arches his neck. "Fuck," he mutters.

"Good?"

Greg vigorously nods. "Fucking perfect."

Mycroft smiles, though Greg doesn't catch it, and licks at Greg again. He does it a few times, then takes the head of Greg's cock into his mouth.

"Oh, god!" Greg nearly shouts. "Fuck!"

"Do you need me to stop?"

Greg shakes his head.

Mycroft takes all of Greg's cock in his mouth, it still not fully erect. He gives Greg a few healthy, clumsy sucks. Greg's erection, or lack of, doesn't change. Mycroft pulls off and lightly strokes his hip. "Are you ok? I can stop, really. We don't have to do anything."

"I'm just nervous," Greg says. "What if I, like, pee or something?"

"Dear god, what did you do in sex ed. class?"

Greg shrugs. "Thought about you."

Mycroft chuckles. "Well, you're not going to pee, I promise. Just relax, ok? Enjoy it."

"I am. I'll try. I'm sorry." Greg takes three deep breathes.

Mycroft tries again, this time feeling Greg's erection grow more in his mouth. He moans at the feeling and at the sounds Greg is making, loving making Greg feel good.

Greg looks down his body at Mycroft's head bobbing between his legs, then falls back against the bed and arches his hips up slightly. "God, so good, Myc. So good," he babbles. "I love you so much."

Mycroft pulls his hand away from Greg's and wraps it around the base of Greg's cock, now simultaneously working his hand and mouth at the head.

Greg's orgasm tears unexpectedly through him as Mycroft experimentally runs his tongue over his slit. "Fuck, Myc, I'm—" he manages as he groans loudly and arches off the bed, his hands squeezing the sheets and his toes curling.

Mycroft moans and clamps his lips tight over Greg, feeling Greg's cum flood his mouth. He grimaces at the taste, but he doesn't gag or anything more. He just swallows and pulls off Greg as soon as Greg eases back onto the bed.

"Are you ok?" Mycroft asks as he crawls up the bed and lays on his back.

"You…oh my god," Greg mutters, attaching to Mycroft's side. He kisses Mycroft's cheek and neck. "I need to…I want to try…"

Mycroft doesn't say anything as Greg kisses down his body, just as he'd done, and pulls his pants off. Mycroft's full erection springs free and Greg wastes no time, quickly taking all of Mycroft into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Jesus…" Mycroft mutters, "Yes, this is—" he cuts himself off with a low moan.

Greg swallows Mycroft's cum slow minutes later, and he rests his head against Mycroft's thigh. Mycroft runs his fingers through Greg's hair and contently sighs.

"How was that?" Greg asks, getting up and laying next to Mycroft again.

"Amazing," Mycroft says. "Really amazing."

"Did you ever see yourself going down on someone before uni?" Greg chuckles. "I didn't."

Mycroft laughs. "Sex is good, it's just better that it's with you. I really couldn't imagine being this intimate with anybody else."

"I couldn't either. I don't think I ever want to be."

Mycroft turns to him and smiles. "I don't either."

Greg leans over and kisses him. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Greg rolls onto his side and wraps an arm around Mycroft. "Go to sleep, ok?"

"I need to shower!"

"No, tomorrow. I just want to go to sleep now."

"Then you stay, and I'll bathe."

"Myc!" Greg begs.

Mycroft sighs and rolls onto his side, too. "Fine."

Greg smiles against Mycroft's back. "Good night, babe."

"Good night."

*Decided to upload this early because I'll be busy tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy! Please review!