*A/N: Hey all! So sorry about the long break. Still having computer issues, and now I'm home for the week so I don't have a laptop with me. This was written and uploaded from mobile, so sorry if there are errors. Thanks for being patient! Please review!
**Warning for sexual content!
The next day, Friday, Mycroft gets up and goes downstairs like he usually does. To his surprise, his mother is there, so she greets him and he sits next to her.
He blows on his coffee as she offers him a section of the newspaper, and he looks up at her through his hair.
"Oh, honey," Marie cries, reaching for his hair. She runs her fingers through it and brushes it back out of his eyes. "You need a haircut."
He scowls and pushes it forward again. "I do not."
"When was the last time you had one?"
Mycroft shrugs. "Before school started."
Marie shakes her head. "Can you even see?"
Mycroft nods. "Of course I can."
"Well, you need at least a trim. And take your brother with you."
"Sherlock will NOT let me get his haircut."
"Bribe him. Sunday, you two need it."
Mycroft sighs. He nods and sips his coffee.
"And..." Marie starts. "What about..." she stutters over her thoughts. "Have you thought about your plans?"
Mycroft grimaces. He hadn't thought about the plan since before he met Greg. He shakes his head.
"What are you thinking you want to do? You've been planning this since...gah, forever, Mycroft."
"I know-"
"It'd be a waste to not use everything you've worked for."
"I know-"
"You really need to decide, love."
"I know, Mother."
Marie sighs. "I want everything that's best for you. Gregory could join you after he finishes."
"I doubt he would. He couldn't pay to go, and he doesn't want to go to Oxford. What if I go to Harvard?"
"Then I'll fly you home every chance you get. If it's what you want, you and Gregory could make it work."
"We could, I don't know if he would."
"Well," Marie says, "You need to do what's best for you. Understand?"
Mycroft nods.
"I love you," she kisses his cheek.
"Haircuts Sunday, alright?"
Mycroft nods. He takes his coffee upstairs and begins to get ready for school.
Mycroft and Greg agreed to post-pone Valentines Day until the weekend because Marie was going to be taking Sherlock to Dublin.
Mycroft wakes up nervous on Saturday, unsure of what the evening would hold for the two of them.
Greg doesn't go over for tutoring because he has a football tournament all day, so Mycroft tells him to be there by six PM.
Greg pushes the excitement of the evening out of his mind for the matches. His first match is at eight AM, so he gets there early to stretch. Sam is there already when he arrives, so they warm up together.
"So?" Sam starts when they begin team drills. "Big night tonight."
"Huh? Oh, I guess so."
Sam nudges him. "Good night for...ya know..." Sam winks.
Greg cracks a grin and huffs out a chuckle. "I don't know, mate."
"You've thought about it, haven't you?"
"Well, of course. But I don't know if we're ready."
"It's been months."
"So? We could be together for years and still not know if we're ready."
"But you want to?"
"Yeah I bloody want to," Greg says with a chuckle.
Sam laughs. "Well, good luck."
"Thanks," Greg replies.
Mycroft goes to Greg's 12 o'clock match, which is against Jaimee and Lee's team, so all of their friends are there. Since its a Saturday and Mycroft came from home, he wears a jumper and jeans, like he does on weekends.
"My god!" Harper makes a fuss. "Are you wearing JEANS?!"
Mycroft laughs. "I wear jeans all the time. I wore jeans to the club!"
"But...but this isn't a club or anything!"
Mycroft shakes his head. "Alright, alright!"
They sit with their friends and watch as the teams stretch and warm up.
"So," Harper starts. "Big night tonight."
"Is it?"
"You know it is."
"Hmm..." Mycroft pretends not to know what she means.
"Valentines Day," she says, "Is romantic...and...you guys are virgins..."
Mycroft chuckles and nudges her. "Could you not talk about my sex life so loud?"
Harper smiles. "Would you be ready for that?"
Mycroft shrugs. "I'm really not sure. If it happens it happens, if it doesn't then it'll happen another time."
Harper wraps an arm around him. "Just be careful."
"Thanks."
Harper smiles at him and kisses his cheek.
Just then, Mycroft's phone rings. It's Arthur.
"Hello?"
"Mycroft!" Arthur shouts into the phone. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," Mycroft replies. "What's up?"
"I'm on my way to Lee's match, are you there?"
"Yeah. My friends and I are all here."
"Great. I'll see you soon!"
Mycroft hangs up and continues watching the teams warm up, thinking about a swirl of Arthur and Lee and him and Greg.
Arthur arrives ten minutes later with two cups. He climbs the bleachers to Mycroft and gives him a cup, apologizing to everyone else. They all say its ok and greet him, then they all stare at him, Mycroft included.
Arthur finally notices after he takes the time to spot Lee. He looks at each of them. "What?" he questions.
"So..." Mycroft starts.
Arthur raises an eyebrow. "So...?"
"Tell us about your fucking date!" Harper demands.
Arthur smiles. "Oh...uhm...it went well."
"Well?" Hannah asks. "That's it?"
"Yeah, it was fun."
"What did you do?" Hailey asks.
"We went to a movie. And after we got pizza."
They all stare at him with anticipation.
"Aaaaand..." they all say at once.
Arthur grins and pulls his cup to his lips. Right as he's about to sip, he says, "I don't kiss and tell."
The girls squeal. Mycroft just smiles.
"So you like him?" Hannah asks.
Arthur nods. "Yeah, I do. I hope he likes me, too."
"He does," Hailey says. "He's just shy. You've got to let him open up."
"I'm patient," Arthur says.
The match begins and they all quiet for the first ten minutes, but eventually they begin to talk again.
They talk about their boys on the field (Greg and Sam on one team, Jaimee, Lee, and Lars on the other), and about school. Hilary arrives and they don't really talk about Lee and Arthur again, because she keeps shooting Arthur dirty looks. He doesn't care, though.
"So," Arthur starts to Mycroft, "Are you going to meet us for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Oh," Mycroft says. "Uhm..."
"He's got plans!" Harper supplies.
"Oh?"
Mycroft glares at her. "Yeah, actually Greg is spending the evening with me, and tomorrow I've got to take Sherlock to get a haircut."
"Are you getting one too?" Arthur asks, examining Mycroft's long hair.
"Yeah, I think so. I hate getting my hair cut, though."
"Why?" Harper asks.
"Uhm...when I was younger," Mycroft glances at Arthur once, then continues, "I had to get a haircut every first of the month. From when I was about eight on. And then...uhm, yeah, then when I didn't have to anymore, I decided I never wanted to. I've gotten one once every six or seven months since."
Arthur watches him as he talks. He notices Mycroft's change in speech and facial expression.
"Why did you have to?" Hannah asks.
Mycroft nearly jumps when she talks, he didn't know she was even listening. "My father made me."
Hannah and Harper's eyebrows raise in surprise, Arthur doesn't change at all.
Mycroft looks at Arthur, and he's just staring at the field. Mycroft feels like giving him a hug or something, which he finds odd because he was talking about his own father. But his father was Arthur's father, and he feels confused about how he feels.
"Are you ok?" Harper asks Arthur.
"Hmm?" He snaps out of it and looks at her. "Oh, yes. Fine!"
"So how do you two know each other?" Hannah asks, changing the subject.
Mycroft is about to go through the story, explain, "Well...my father married his mother after my mother divorced him..."
But Arthur chimes in first. "We have the same dad!" he cheerily states.
Hilary and Hailey pause their conversation to look shocked like Harper and Hannah.
Mycroft kind of nods. "Yup," he says as he takes a sip from his cup.
The girls look confused.
"Well," Arthur clarifies, "My step dad. Mycroft's real dad."
"But you called him your 'new' friend," Harper says.
"We just met," Arthur says.
Mycroft wants to kick him for revealing so much about his life, but he doesn't.
"When?" Hannah asks.
"Few months ago."
"Where?" Hailey asks.
"At our dad's funeral."
The girls look from Arthur to Mycroft.
"What?!" Harper questions.
"Yup..." is all Mycroft says.
"Jesus, Myc," Harper says. "Are you ok? What...why didn't you tell us?"
Mycroft shrugs. "It's not a big deal."
"It's a huge deal!" Harper cries.
Hannah, who is sitting right next to Mycroft, wraps her arm around him and hugs him tight.
Mycroft is startled, but he pats her arm.
Harper rubs his knee.
"Can we change the subject now?" Mycroft asks.
The girls take the hint and start gossiping about the girl Jaimee met at the club. Mycroft stops paying attention, instead he watches Greg on the field and his mind jumps from subject to subject.
Arthur nudges him after a few minutes.
Mycroft looks over at him.
"Sorry," Arthur says.
Mycroft takes a deep breath. "It's ok."
Arthur half smiles. "I shouldn't have done that."
"It's ok," Mycroft says again. "Really."
Arthur pats his shoulder and looks back to the field right as Lee gets the ball. He claps for Lee, then the boys continue watching the match.
Greg's team ends up winning, so they move on to the three PM final.
Mycroft doesn't stay to watch, he just tells Greg to get to his house whenever he can.
As the girls and Mycroft are saying hello to the players, Arthur quickly gives Lee a small kiss. Lee smiles and blushes, and Hilary happens to see. She angrily leaves with Hailey, but Hailey gives Lee a thumbs up as she's pulled away.
Mycroft gets home at 2:30 and takes a short nap. Around an hour later he gets up and begins cooking. He decided that he wanted to cook for Greg a few weeks ago, and since this was the perfect opportunity, he wanted to take advantage.
He decides to make chicken and potatoes, something he himself enjoys eating. He adds a salad because he really likes salad, and of course they need something green in their meal. For dessert he decides to bake brownies because they're quick and easy. He has ice cream, too, so he thinks they'll eat brownies and ice cream.
While his chicken is baking, he gets in the shower. He takes his time in the shower, wanting to be as nice for Greg as he can be.
He gets out and checks his phone. He has a text from Greg saying he's on his way, and according to Mycroft's timing, he'd be arriving in twenty minutes. Mycroft smiles and his stomach turns with excitement.
He brushes his teeth and combs his hair and gets dressed into jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a blue tie. He thinks he looks great, and he feels great, so he goes downstairs to wait.
He sets the food up on the dining room table and puts the brownies in to bake. In no time, the doorbell rings, and Mycroft slowly makes his way to the door.
He takes a deep breath before he swings the door open and smiles.
"Hey, love," Greg says with a grin.
Mycroft lets him in and takes his coat. He takes in Greg's look and says, "You look amazing."
Greg looks down at himself. He's wearing jeans and a new black jumper. "Thanks," he says. "You do too."
Mycroft smiles and leans in to kiss him. "How was your match?" He asks as he pulls away, but Greg doesn't let him move.
Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft's waist and pulls him close. "My match was fine. We won, but I was too distracted to notice."
"Oh?" Mycroft wraps his arms around Greg's neck. "Distracted by what?"
"By this really hot guy I saw watching my twelve o'clock match."
Mycroft smiles. "Oh?"
Greg nods and leans in to nuzzle Mycroft's neck.
"What did he look like?" Mycroft asks.
"Lets see..." Greg starts. "He's tall," Greg kisses Mycroft's neck. "He's got gorgeous eyes," Greg pulls back enough to move Mycroft's hair out of his eyes. Mycroft lets him. "His lips just look addicting," Greg kisses Mycroft's lips and his hands trail down Mycroft's body. His hands finally stop at Mycroft's backside and Greg pulls him close. "And he's got the best arse I've ever seen." He kisses Mycroft again, this time pushing his tongue deep into Mycroft's mouth.
They pull apart panting.
"I made dinner," Mycroft says between breathes.
"I'm not hungry," Greg replies.
"I'm not either."
Greg just looks at Mycroft, wondering what he wants, and finally Mycroft grabs his hand and leads him upstairs.
They get up to Mycroft bedroom and just stare at each other for many minutes. Neither wants to move too quickly, but finally they think the same and lean into each other at the same time.
They kiss slowly, wrapping their arms around each other as they had downstairs. They migrate to the bed, sitting neatly at the edge next to each other.
Greg pushes Mycroft down onto the bed first, then follows him, laying completely over Mycroft. Mycroft's hands migrate to Greg's back, where he pushes them under Greg's shirt to feel his skin.
Greg kisses him deeply and rubs himself against Mycroft, their hardness between them feeling friction and causing them to moan into each other's mouths. Greg pulls back to pull his shirt off, and while he's up he pulls at Mycroft's tie.
"Why did you even get dressed?" Greg jokes.
"I didn't know you were going to jump me as soon as you walked through the door," Mycroft replies, pulling his tie off over his head. He didn't undo it enough, so it gets caught in his hair and makes it move out of place.
"Your hair like that, all disheveled, is so cute," Greg says, smiling.
Mycroft sits up with Greg still straddling his hips. "Cute?" he mocks.
Greg reaches for the buttons of Mycroft's shirt. "Well, yeah. Your hair is very boyish and cute," he pulls apart Mycroft's shirt. "Your body is just...hot. And this," Greg grounds his hips down, his still-clothed cock pressing against Mycroft's. he huffs out a breath and says, "This is sexy."
Mycroft's breath catches at the friction, then he grabs Greg's hips and changes their position, pushing Greg down onto his back and climbing on top of him.
They kiss for a few long minutes, not wanting to rush anything. Then, Greg reaches between them and undoes Mycroft's belt and trousers, then reaches into Mycroft's pants and palms his erection. Mycroft moans into Greg's mouth. He wants to come right then, it feels so good, but he wants more.
"Greg," he manages between kisses.
Greg pauses.
"I think I'm..." Mycroft takes a deep breath. "I'm...ready."
Greg looks confused for a split second, then he slowly grins. "Really?"
Mycroft nods. "Only if you are."
"I am. I'm...I'm really ready."
Mycroft smiles. "Better get these off then," he says, sitting back on his heels and pulling at Greg's jeans.
Greg watches as Mycroft gets him undressed, then tosses his clothes to the floor. Mycroft gets off the bed to do the same, and Greg gets the lube.
"Still got the one I left here?" Greg asks, reaching for Mycroft's bedside table.
Mycroft nods. "What, do you think I used it all or something?"
Greg laughs. "I don't know, maybe."
Mycroft smiles and gets back on the bed. Greg turns over to face him.
"So..." Mycroft starts. "How..."
"Uhm," Greg thinks, "Same way as last time? I want to see you."
Mycroft nods and takes the tube from Greg. He kisses Greg deeply, pulling Greg's entire body tight against his. They kiss for minutes, finally their touches becoming so needy that Mycroft finally pulls away and sits up on his knees, like the first time he'd fingered Greg.
"Ready?" Mycroft asks.
Greg nods and spreads his legs. He watches as Mycroft pours the lube onto his fingers, then takes a deep breath as Mycroft reaches between his legs.
Since they'd practiced already, Mycroft does it all more confidently. They'd tried it the other way around, so Mycroft knows more about how it feels and when too much is too much. Of course, he frequently asks Greg if he's ok, and Greg reassures him that he's fine.
Preparation takes longer than any other time, Mycroft wanting to be sure Greg is stretched as well as he needs to be. Fear sets in as he thinks Greg is ready, and Greg can sense his tension.
"Hey," Greg manages, "Are you ok? Talk to me."
Mycroft's fingers pause and he looks at Greg. "I'm just nervous."
"Me too, but it'll be so good," Greg says.
Mycroft nods and looks down at his fingers buried deep inside Greg.
"Hey," Greg says, getting his attention once again. "I love you."
Mycroft takes a deep breath. "I love you, too."
"We don't have to if you don't want to."
"I want to."
Greg cracks a smile. "Lets get on with it, then."
Mycroft smiles at him, then leans over and kisses him.
They continue kissing as Greg blindly distributes lube onto Mycroft. He gets it on the sheet, but Mycroft lets him know that it's ok. Once Greg says he's finished, Mycroft pulls his fingers away and moves to between Greg's spread thighs.
Mycroft looks down at his cock, then at Greg's face. "Ready?"
Greg nods. "Yes."
Mycroft nods back, then takes hold of his cock and presses it against Greg's hole. The sensitivity at the head of his cock makes his breathing quicken.
"Good?" Greg observes.
Mycroft nods, then bites his lip and presses the head of his cock into Greg.
Both boys gasp, Greg's eyes rolling back and Mycroft's fluttering.
"God..." Mycroft mutters. "It's not even in all the way. Does it hurt?"
Greg swallows and slightly nods. "Kind of. Just...hold on."
Mycroft waits as long as Greg tells him to, though his cock is screaming to push in and ride. He breathes deeply and waits, and finally Greg tells him to continue.
Mycroft pulls back just a bit, then thrusts forward with more force, but not too much, and pushing into the tight muscle inside Greg. Greg moans so loudly he nearly screams, and fear in Mycroft rises.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He repeats.
Greg reaches for him and pets his chest. "No! Good! It was good!"
Mycroft frowns still and doesn't move.
"Come on, baby," Greg says, closing his eyes and slightly lifting his legs. "Move."
Mycroft thrusts in one final time, this time all the way so his pelvis is against Greg's ass. He strokes Greg's thighs and hips, not moving except for his hands. His head rolls back and he closes his eyes, the intensity of the tightness making his balls right already.
"Thrust," Greg breathes out. "Come on, I'm ready."
Mycroft nods and looks down at Greg, wanting to see his face as he thrusts. The first thrust is short, barely noticeable, but the second one is slightly harder and deeper.
Greg moans loudly and reaches for Mycroft again. Mycroft thrusts one more time, then falls forward and cradles Greg's head. Greg wraps his arms around Mycroft, then his legs, and Mycroft carefully thrusts in and out with abandon.
"So tight..." Mycroft whispers into Greg's ear before propping himself up on his elbows and kissing Greg.
Their tongues swirl together and Greg moans.
Greg scratches Mycroft's back as he comes a few thrusts later, Mycroft's stomach rubbing against his cock and causing friction there. The tight pulsing of Greg's muscles causes Mycroft's orgasm to happen, his eyes clenching shut and his cock burying deep inside his boyfriend.
Mycroft pulls out as his breathing returns to normal. He winces as the sensitivity of his softening cock.
"That...was..." Greg mumbles.
"Amazing," Mycroft supplies, laying next to Greg.
They stare at the ceiling, then at the same time they look at each other.
Greg cracks a smile first, causing Mycroft to smile. "Congratulations," Greg says.
"On?"
"Losing your virginity."
Mycroft chuckles and turns over. "I don't believe in that kind of thing."
"Well, I do, and I'm glad I took it."
Mycroft just smiles. "Alright. If it makes you feel good."
"It does. Nobody else will ever be your first, and nobody else will ever be my first."
"Hopefully..." Mycroft starts, but he stops himself and buries his face in his pillow.
Greg pats his shoulder. "Hopefully what?"
Mycroft shakes his head into his pillow.
"Hopefully...you'll never have sex with anyone else?" Greg questions.
Mycroft bashfully looks up from his pillow.
Greg smiles. "I feel the same way."
Mycroft smiles at him and leans over to kiss him. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Mycroft lays on his chest and Greg runs his fingers through Mycroft's hair. After a few minutes, Greg's stomach growls. Mycroft looks up at him.
"Sorry," Greg says.
Mycroft shakes his head. "How about I warm up the food and we eat up here?"
Greg nods and says he'll shower while Mycroft gets the food.
They meet back on the bed at the same time. Mycroft put everything on trays and placed it nicely on the bed, both trays over spots they wouldn't want to sit.
They agree on a movie to watch (Jurassic Park, even though Mycroft claims its not romantic enough), and they eat. After the movie and dinner, they fall asleep, and when they wake up they agree then on mutual hand jobs, and by then they fully go to bed.
The next morning, they both wake up extremely happy and glowing.
