Flowers
"Two weeks, Myc! You were gone for TWO weeks and not even a text message! I had to find out from Sherlock! Spouting his mouth off about you not caring about me because you were going away for two weeks and you hadn't told me yet! And then when I text you to ask if you're okay and I miss you, I get no reply! I thought you were dead!" Greg shouted, shoving Mycroft in the chest.
"Gregory, I'm sorry ..."
"NO! Don't do that! I love you, Mikey but a simple text would have been nice. Even if it was to say you'd be out of reach for a while. But NO, not even that. NOTHING."
"Gregory, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was out of call range." Mycroft replied softly, reaching a hand out to Greg.
"NO! Myc, we're partners, you should have contacted me! I was terrified. You know what, I can't deal with this right now. I need some space." Greg replied, grabbing his coat and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know. But I need to be away from you right now, Myc."
And with that said, Greg walked out and left Mycroft alone.
Greg rests his head on the desk and sighs.
"Sir, is everything okay?" Donovan asks quietly.
"I'm fine, Donovan."
"... Okay."
"Thanks."
"Um, there's someone here to see you."
"I'm busy."
"Sir, I think it's important."
"Fine, send 'em in."
Donovan nods and leaves the office, "Go in." She whispers to the man.
"Thank you." He smiles back, walking into the office. "Gregory."
"What do you want, Myc?" The older man asks tiredly, not looking up from the file.
"I … I bought you these." Mycroft coughs awkwardly, holding out a bunch of flowers.
"Oh, um, thanks, Myc." Greg replies softly, finally looking up and seeing the big, beautiful bunch of flowers.
"So, can we make up then?" Mycroft whispers, shuffling his feet.
"You brought me flowers, at work?" Greg asks, trying not to smile.
"Oh, was that a bad idea?"
"Mikey, that has to be the sweetest thing ever." Greg smiles, standing up and walking over to the younger man.
"So you like them?" Mycroft asks hopefully.
"I love them, baby." Greg replies, sniffing the flowers before putting them down on the desk.
"I love you, Gregory." Mycroft smiles, holding a hand out for Greg.
Greg takes his hand and pulls him forward, kissing him softly.
"You know what I'm thinking?" He whispers, cocking an eyebrow suggestively.
"Oh. But we're at your office, Gregory."
"I can pull the blinds and tell everyone not to disturb us for a while." Greg smiles suggestively, running his hands down the younger man's chest.
"Mm … but, Gregory ..."
"No, Myc. You have some making up to do." Greg smiles, walking round to the other side of the desk and moving some files out the way.
"Gregory, we could … get caught."
"Isn't that the fun part, though?" Greg winks, gesturing Mycroft over to him. "And besides, why waste a hard on?" He adds, looking down at Mycroft's visible erection through his trousers.
"You're going to be the death of me, Gregory." Mycroft smiles, walking round to the back of the desk and behind his partner.
"There's lube in the drawer." Greg whispers, his voice becoming huskier.
"Always prepared I see." Mycroft whispers in his partner's ear.
"My … Mikey." Greg moans softly.
"Don't worry, I'll sort out both our problems."
The younger man smiles and pulls out the lube, dropping it onto the table in front of Greg. He then pulls down his trousers and underwear a little, shivering when the cold hits his cock.
He spins Greg round and sits him on the edge of the table, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He picks up the lube again, warming it up on his fingers before applying some to himself.
"You ready?" Mycroft asks softly, leaning over his partner; who's now lying down on the desk.
"Yes. Just do it, please." Greg moans softly, grabbing the younger man and kissing him fiercely.
Mycroft pushes into him softly, earning a loud moan from the older man.
"How's that?" Mycroft whispers softly, pulling out a little and pushing back in again.
"Faster, Myc. Please." Greg moans loudly, gripping Mycroft's arms.
Mycroft does as he's told and speeds up, "Better?" Mycroft grins, shoving harder into his partner.
"Oh God, yes." Greg moans, throwing his head back and running his nails up Mycroft's back.
"Gregory, mmm, this is amazing." Mycroft moans, speeding up his thrusts, causing them both to moan loudly.
"Mycroft." Greg moans, continuing to scrape his nails down the younger man's back.
"Gregory." Mycroft moans louder, gripping his partner's thighs tightly.
"MYCROFT!" Greg screams loudly; forgetting that they're in his office, before coming all over his chest.
"GREGORY!" Mycroft screams just as loud, coming inside of Greg.
Mycroft sighs and pulls out slowly, pulling Greg's legs back down.
"Oh God." A voice says from the door, causing both men to look up and see a blushing Sherlock spin and walk out the door.
"Oops." Greg smiles, grinning at Mycroft.