Determination was key. That was what Greg told himself as he stood in the backyard of the Holmes manor, staring up at the balcony that he knew led to Mycroft's room. How did he know it led to the boy's room? He couldn't quite say. But it did, and he was about to scale the wall. Hell, he was eighteen, he was a nimble climber.
So scale the wall he did. He all but fell over onto the balcony and moved to knock quietly on the closed sliding door. There was no response for a moment, so he knocked again. Finally, the younger boy he was so eager to see peeked out and slid the door open, pale eyes wide with shock.
"What are you doing here?" Mycroft hissed, looking over at the other teen like he'd grown a second head.
"I missed you," Greg shrugged casually. His boyfriend had been pulled out of London on a family business trip and had been gone for two weeks, having only gotten back last night. They talked on the phone every night while he was away, but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person. "Can I come in?"
"If my parents find you here, they will kill me," Mycroft sighed, but he opened the door wider anyway and stepped back. This was the invitation Greg had needed, and he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him.
Without another word, he strode right up to Mycroft and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. His boyfriend responded instantly, lifting his arms to reach around his neck and press the two of them close. His hand slid into Greg's black hair, gripping securely.
"How was your trip?" Greg asked against Mycroft's lips once they broke apart slightly.
"Boring. Father brought me along to see how the meetings and such worked, but… I just did a lot of sitting around. Very tedious. I would have much rather been here, where I could've seen you."
Pulling apart, Mycroft threaded their fingers together and tugged Greg over to his large bed. They climbed onto it and moved to lie down, curling up against each other. Mycroft nuzzled into Greg's tan neck, who smiled softly.
"How was it back here?" he asked, his breath hitting Greg's skin. It felt good. Comforting.
"Same old same. School was not excited, as always. The band's been practicing; we've got a gig coming up. I hope you can come?" Greg asked, running his hands through the younger boy's dark, slightly ginger hair.
"I hope so as well. Be sure to give me the information."
Greg smiled and nodded. Sure, his band didn't play the type of music Mycroft normally listened to, but the Holmes boy had started to listen to it a bit more once the two of them had begun dating. He'd been wanting to get him to one of their gigs for a while, as small and unimportant as they really were, and it seemed it would finally happen.
They continued to lie on the bed, kissing and talking softly, completely relaxed in each other's presence. That is, until there was a knock on the door. Freezing, Mycroft's eyes widened and he started shoving at Greg.
"Get under the covers and lie flat Gregory," he hissed, practically scrambling to get the older teen hidden before the door opened.
"Mycroft, dear, dinner will be ready soon," an older woman said as she poked her head in the room. Mycroft had sat up, moving in front of where Greg was attempting to stay hidden. He nodded.
"Yes, thank you mummy. I shall be down shortly."
"And fetch your brother."
"Of course, mummy."
Silence for a moment, as the two exchanged smiles, and then Mummy Holmes left and shut the door. Mycroft exhaled and slumped his shoulders as Greg tugged the duvet down and poked his head out.
"Whew, that was close," he huffed, laughing and grinning. Mycroft glared at him over his shoulder and proceeded to smack him with a pillow.
