"Thanks, mate." Greg had paid the young delivery girl and hobbled to put the pizzas on the floor in the drawing room as Mycroft walked back in the room. "Where's the beer?"
"I couldn't find them." Mycroft mumbled slightly embarrassed. "Are we eating in here?" He couldn't hide his distaste.
"Not if you don't want to?" Greg walked towards him standing in the doorway and Mycroft turned sideways to let him passed. As Greg slipped passed he put his hands on Mycroft's hips to steady himself and Mycroft got lost. "Hmm?" Greg asked as he walked a few steps and stopped still looking at Mycroft.
"No, it's fine." Mycroft managed to stutter out and watched Greg walk towards the kitchen. He then walked quickly to follow him. Greg held open the east wing door for him and looked questioningly. "In case you fall over." They walked the length of the house and got to the kitchen. When they walked in Greg approached the fridge and opened it. Right at the front was the beer. He turned to look to Mycroft. "I didn't look in there."
"Why not?"
Mycroft looked between to fridge and cool storage cupboard as Greg turned back to the fridge. "No idea."
Greg pulled out two bottles of beer, one in each hand, and extended them outwards as he turned back to Mycroft. "Do you want beer or would you prefer wine or something?"
"Beer is fine." Mycroft stood like a schoolboy waiting to be told off. Greg now held two bottles in each hand as he closed the fridge door and glanced to Mycroft. He put them down on the big table in the middle of the kitchen and leaned on it for support.
"Don't look like that, Mycroft." He sighed.
"I'm sorry," There was no point in denying it, he knew his expression was betraying everything he felt but he couldn't stop it, "I'm just…" He sighed too.
Greg walked towards him with difficulty and stopped right in front of him. He lifted his hands until his left was on Mycroft's neck and his right cupped his face when his eyes searched Mycroft's face for a few moments as the man dared to gently hold Greg's hips. Greg slowly leaned in, keeping his eyes on Mycroft's for as long as he was able to see before softly and cautiously kissing him. Both of their lips were closed and their eyes followed suit. The kiss was gentle and firm and when they reluctantly pulled apart Greg nudged the left side of Mycroft's nose with his. He let his right hand reach up and, using his middle finger, he traced Mycroft's hairline down towards his ear.
"Don't be. Hmm?" Mycroft nodded a little but hadn't opened his eyes yet.
"I love you." Mycroft whispered with a slight croak.
"I know." Greg smiled and stepped away to pick up the beers which is when Mycroft dared to look. "Come on, the pizza will get cold."