Chapter 3-
"You are getting cheese everywhere Sherlock! You are not suppose to eat it like-"
"Imf jusft fruming somefrimk mew" said Sherlock, cutting of his brother mid sentence by talking with his mouth full of pizza. Sherlock just ended up spitting his food everywhere and his cheese topping strung down his chin.
Huffing and rolling his eyes Mycroft took a bite of his own cheese pizza and grabbed a napkin for Sherlock from a pile on the kitchen counter so he could wipe his chin once he was done.
Mycroft was anxious about Greg climbing through his window later, it wasn't like he was afraid to get caught. His father was away on business and his mother most likely was to, she popped in and out of home when ever she was needed at work, sometimes she stayed at home for months and sometimes it was only for a few hours. His parents and Sherlock all knew of his sexuality and they accepted it, something Mycroft was extremely glad about, he couldn't imagine what his life would of been like if his parents and younger brother did not accept him for who he was. Sherlock was still in the 'wrapping his head around it' stage of understanding homosexuality, but he honestly didn't care who his big brother was with, as long as they liked pirates, everything was okay with him.
No, Mycroft was anxious because what if Greg didn't like him? What if Mycroft couldn't help him with his maths? Would Greg think he was too strange? Or too fat? What if after finals finished, Greg didn't want anything to do with him anymore?
Drumming his fingers on the kitchen counter, Mycroft flicked his eyes up and watched the clock hands tick around. A minuet went by, then two. Sherlock was watching his brother watch the clock.
"Myc?" Asked Sherlock almost inaudibly.
Flickering his eyes over to his brothers, Mycroft just simply asked back "yes Sherlock?"
"Why are you watching the clock? It's not my bed time yet is it?"
"No Sherlock, it's not, but it is almost time for a bath. We need to get all that cheese off of you. Are you finished with dinner?"
Sherlock just nodded and shoved his plate away, pushing him self up and off of his chair Sherlock ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, Redbeard trailing behind him like a shadow.
When Sherlock was in the bath, Mycroft cleaned up his room a little, he made sure his bed was made and all the dirty and clean laundry were in their proper hampers and drawers. He also cleared his desk so Greg didn't knock anything over or slip on a loose sheet of refill when he climbed in through the window, Greg would have to slide across his desk to actually touch his feet on the floor of Mycroft's room. Something Mycroft was looking forward to seeing, he was wondering how Greg would actually be able to manage climbing in and across his desk. Mycroft also laid out his math texts books so they wouldn't have to waste anytime later while Mycroft got his stuff together, he also didn't know how long Greg would be staying for.
After Sherlock was clean, dried and in his pyjamas, Mycroft sent him to bed and the younger genius reluctantly went and Mycroft allowed Redbeard to go with him as long as he laid some newspaper down in the corner, just encase he had to go during the middle of the night. Mycroft didn't want to have to clean up dog pee first thing Sunday morning.
As Mycroft was locking up the house, across the way Greg was also locking up his. It was a relatively safe neighbour hood, but you never really knew what people would do when they thought you were away for the weekend, since Greg would be over at Mycroft's that evening and no one would be home. Just thinking about his study session with the handsome man next-door, who ordered the tea and was always carrying the umbrella no matter what the weather was like, sent the butterflies in his stomach soaring.
Greg had lied earlier when he said that he didn't really know anyone was over there in the window next to his because they were so quiet, Greg had known of Mycroft and he had even watched him sometimes when he was studying or simply reading a book. He didn't even realize that the man across the way from him was the same man who always had the umbrella and ordered earl grey tea almost everyday until a few hours earlier when Mycroft caught him watching. Sometimes Greg had wanted to strike a conversation with the man across the way from him when he had first moved in but he never did.
Climbing up the stairs and into his bedroom Mycroft took a deep breath and walked straight to his window. When he looked out and across to Greg's window he smiled, Greg was sitting on his window sill. His long legs were dangling out the window and his bare feet were tapping to an invisible beat on his first story roof top. When he sensed someone was watching him Greg looked up and the men's eyes met, Mycroft blushed and looked away, hopping it was dark enough outside so that Greg did not see the spray of colour in his checks but no such luck.
Greg's laugh rang out and it echoed in the darkened night air, "hello" he greeted warmly and slid off his window sill and properly onto the roof. "Is it alright if I still come over?" Greg asked, unsure if Mycroft's offer still stood, he could have changed his mind over dinner.
"Of course you can, I laid out my books earlier so we can start straight away" replied Mycroft.
"Great" grinned Greg and he started to make his way across his roof and to the small gap that separated his roof from Greg's.
"Be careful" Mycroft blurted out suddenly.
Greg laughed again as he stepped over the small gap, he was now on Mycroft's roof and was almost at his window.
Mycroft squinted his eyes and glared at Greg briefly before stepping aside to make way for Greg to climb through.
Hoisting him self up, Greg hooked an arm around the windows edge and his palm made contact with Mycroft's bedroom wall. Wiggling his way into his room on his stomach, Greg was careful to not unceremoniously face plant onto the floor. Using his other arm as leverage, Greg pushed himself up so he was now sitting on his knees on Mycroft's desk. Swinging his legs out from under him, Greg was now in the same position he was in just before at his own window, although now it was Mycroft's desk.
"Smooth" said Mycroft sarcastically, and Greg let out another laugh.
"I'd like to see you try" replied Greg as he hopped off the desk. Stretching a little Greg rubbed his stomach and looked around Mycroft's room.
Mycroft's bedroom was kind of plain, he had a few posters, most of them were science related, a giant periodic table covered one wall almost completely. There was a book shelf packed with books, from where he was standing Greg couldn't make out any of the titles on their spines. Mycroft's bed was made and there were boxes underneath it, Greg didn't see any shelf for clothing so unless his clothes were in the boxes under his bed Greg assumed they were in his wardrobe. There were also stacks of papers around his desk, it seemed there was a pile and a few folders for each subject of school he took.
"Your room is nice," said Greg politely, it was much neater than his own.
"Thanks, I like my things organized."
"I don't see a stereo, or a computer?" Greg questioned more than stated.
Mycroft just shrugged, "they are downstairs." Feeling a little silly standing, Mycroft sat on his bed where his texts books were set out. Leaning back on his headboard he gestured to the foot of his bed where there was space for Greg to sit. Sitting on the floor, or even making their way down stairs to use the kitchen counter for their study was probably better than his bed, but Mycroft didn't want to risk waking Sherlock on the off chance he was asleep.
Plopping himself down on the edge of Mycroft's bed, Greg pulled the backpack he was wearing off of his back and pulled out his texts books and calculator.
"Right, okay, so-" Mycroft folded his legs under him and leaned over to grab Greg's text book "-what would you like to start off with?" Mycroft compared the front covers of his and Greg's text books and was pleased to find that they were the same.
Greg shrugged and pulled a pencil out of his jeans pocket, "I'm alright with stats and algebra."
"So calculus?" Suggested Mycroft and he flipped his and Greg's text books open to the starting page for the standard.
"Sure," smiled Greg and he got more comfortable on Mycroft's bed and took his text book back from the other man.
A few hours later after some serious study, Greg felt as though he was making progress. Although he would probably forget everything he had learnt by tomorrow. Greg lay down his chewed pencil and rubbed his face, flicking his eyes up from his own work, Mycroft watched as Greg yawned into his elbow.
Laying down his own pencil Mycroft said that it was getting late, and Greg should probably go back home.
Greg agreed, but honestly, he didn't want to go back home yet.
Both men packed up their things, Mycroft made another small pile of papers by his desk and Greg just shoved everything into his backpack and put his pencil back in his pocket. Greg climbed off Mycroft's bed and stretched, clicking his back Greg sighed and yawned into his elbow again.
"Thanks for helping me mate. I think I actually learned something."
Mycroft blushed at the compliment, "you're welcome Greg."
Greg laughed lightly and hoisted himself up onto Mycroft's desk, looking outside, the moon was quite high in the sky and Greg realized that it must have been really late. Looking back to Mycroft, Greg asked if they could do this again? "Perhaps for a few hours tomorrow during the day?"
Mycroft's thoughts drifted to Sherlock, "sure, we can do this tomorrow, as long as you don't mind annoying little brothers."
Cracking a grin and laughing again, Greg said he didn't mind and that he would come over after lunch.
"Through the front door this time," said Mycroft as he watched Greg walk his way back across the roof tops.
Still laughing Greg climbed his way into his window, it was more difficult than climbing into Mycroft's because Greg hadn't thought to clear his desk. Once Greg was safely inside his room he turned back to Mycroft and said goodnight.
"Goodnight Greg," replied Mycroft and he slowly shut his window and drew his curtains.