Chapter 35

Greg's POV

I woke up in the morning feeling safe and happy with Mycroft's arms around my waist, holding me close to his chest. Birds chirped in the trees outside, and sunlight camp through the fabric of the tent. "Good morning," he murmured into the back of my head.

"Good morning, my fiance," I replied, a huge grin resting on my face. 

Mycroft chuckled behind me. "Bugger."

"What?" I asked, looking at my ring.

"It's eleven o'clock. Your parents will be up and we have to leave at one."

"Shit."

I sat up and put on my pants, and threw Mycroft his boxers. "Thanks," he said, standing up in the tall tent to get dressed. Once we were both unfortunately fully clothed, Mycroft wrapped his arms around my waist, his chest pressing against my back. "I love you," Mycroft kissed my neck gently.

"I love you too."

We packed everything up, but Mycroft told me to leave everything there since he had people coming to collect it. We walked back to the house hand in hand, and saw Mum and Dad sitting at the kitchen table. They both looked up when we came in. "Where did you boys get to?" Mum asked. 

"Merry christmas to you both," I said, trying to bring attention to my shiny -pure gold- ring.

Mum gave me a look of amazement. "Greg?"

"Yes, Mum?" I asked, deciding to play dumb.

"Is that a hickey on your neck?!" Well, I was not expecting that.

Mycroft and I both turned bright red, and I put my hand to my neck, though I didn't know where exactly this supposed love bite was. 

Mum then literally squealed and ran over to me, engulfing me in a bear hug, before dragging Mycroft into the hug as well. "Congratulations!" She screamed, hugging us tighter, with incredible strength, might I add. I guessed now she had finally seen the ring. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Lestrade," Mycroft replied politely. 

"Please, call me Marylin," she said, smiling warmly at my fiance. "Will! They're getting married!" She screamed to my dad. 

Dad got up and shook my hand and Mycroft's. 

Once Mum got over the inital excitement of mine and My's engagement, she sat us down by the Christmas tree and handed out presents. They brought me a new rugby ball and some other things, and they even got Mycroft some nice t-shirts, since he dresses too formal all the time. I could tell Mum picked them, because they were tight and fit him nicely. 

Mycroft ended up getting my parents something, too. He gave them an envelope, and inside it was a book of vouchers for all sorts of fancy different places. He added my name onto that so I got half the credit. "Thank you, boys!" Mum said, hugging us again. Mycroft and I were going to save our gifts to each other for later on, once we got back from Mycroft's parents house. 

My dad asked to speak to me outside. I excused myself, and Mum smiled at me, and Mycroft gave me a reassuring look. 

Dad and I sat down on the bench outside the house that  overlooked the farm. "So, you're really happy with him?" Dad asked softly. 

"Yeah, I really am." I looked at my dad, and we smiled at each other. 

"I'm glad. I know your mother likes him too, which is a good thing. You know what she'd be like if she didn't."

I rolled my eyes with a laugh. "That'd be torturous. Do you like Mycroft?"

"Yeah, he's a good guy. I had a good chat with him while your mum talked to you. He's rich, handsome, and I've never seen you so happy. It'd be better if he wasn't your assistant principal, but I guess you're young, sensible, and in love, and he is too. I'm proud of you, son."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn't allow them to fall. "Thanks, Dad," I whispered. All my life I had wanted his acceptance, and I couldn't believe I was worried about telling him I was gay, and here he was, telling me he was proud of me. 

Dad kissed me on the forehead, saying  "Merry Christmas, son," before he went inside. I sat there for a moment or two longer, before I followed him in. 

"Are you okay?" Mycroft mouthed to me as he sat on the sofa beside Mum, having an intelligent conversation with her. 

I nodded and sat beside my dad, and we all had a nice conversation.

At one o'clock, after changing into formal attire,  Mycroft and I began the drive to his parents house. I was texting John, and he told me that he and Sherlock were already there, and that their house was huge. 

'No surprises there. We are on our way over now. -GL'

'Great, we'll see you soon then.-JW'

"Mycroft," I said, breaking a comfortable silence. "I'm really nervous."

"You have no need to be. Although, you should still dread it, Sherlock and I together isn't a good idea at the best of times, let alone for a few hours."

"That doesn't help."

"I know, I'm sorry." Mycroft placed his hand on top of mine, which sat on my lap, while he kept his  other hand on the steering wheel. 

"Do they know...About us? Your parents, I mean."

"They know I have a partner, who is a male, but they don't know you're a student at my school, an they don't know we're engaged. Unless Sherlock has told them already."

I shrunk back into my seat, ill with nerves. "You'll be fine, I swear, and if not, we'll leave immediately, I promise. I don't wish to stay for long anyway."

Finally we came to the street in which Mycroft's parents lived in. The houses were all huge and expensive, and I knew I wouldn't fit in. My parents had a lot of money, but nothing like... that.

We came to a stop on the road in front of -ironically- the largest house on the street. We got out and saw Sherlock and John standing in the drive way. We were all in suits. Sherlock wore a tan coloured one, John a black one, Mycroft a dark blue one, and me a white one. Sherlock was having a cigarette while John stood beside him, the two of them chatting away. 

"Hey, guys," John said, as he and Sherlock turned to us. "Merry Christmas."

"Hey, John," I said, going to stand beside him. "Merry Christmas to you too."

Sherlock handed Mycroft a cigarette, and Mycroft gratefully took one, pulling a lighter out of his pocket, lighting the cigarette, before taking a long drag. "Why did we bring our partners to such an event, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked.

"I brought my partner, he can break up with me after this if he wants to," Sherlock said, before looking at John. "Please don't." He turned back to Mycroft, "but you've brought your fiance, it's a bit harder for him to leave you now, especially with the price you paid for that ring. Did you steal it from the Queen?"

"Let's not begin the arguments so early in the afternoon, shall we, Sherlock?"

Sherlock shrugged. "Fine. Have fun telling Mummy and Father."

"Congratulations by the way," John leaned in and whispered to me as we continued watching the rather fascinating sight of the two Holmes's talking to each other, with fast voices, brisk tones, and rather blunt attitudes.

"What are you boys up to out there?" A woman's voice called out. Sherlock and Mycroft both threw their hands behind their arms behind their backs, hiding their cigarettes. 

"It was Mycroft!" Sherlock shouted while Mycroft shouted "Nothing!"

John and I laughed heartily at the sudden childishness shown in the boys,  as who I assumed to be Mycroft and Sherlock's 'Mummy' came rushing down the front steps, and gave Mycroft a warm hug and a big kiss on the cheek. I noticed he dropped the cigarette on the driveway, and ground it into the concrete without her knowledge. 

"Where's your partner, Mycroft?" She looked around, and landed her gaze on me.

I stepped foward towards the kind looking woman, with greying hair, who seemed to be surprisingly normal. Mycroft wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me in close to him, both of us smiling at the woman. "Mummy, this is Gregory Lestrade, my partner and now fiance," Mycroft announced proudly. 

The woman beamed at me, and reached out to shake my hand. "Hello, Greg. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Holmes," I replied, doing my best to be charming, shaking her hand. 

She seemed flattered, "Oh, and congratulations boys," Mrs. Holmes said, before going back inside. 

 "So far so good," Mycroft whispered to me, kissing my forehead, before we all went inside.

The house was of course elegant and beautiful, looking more like an art gallery more than a place people actually lived. The floor was made out of marble, and there was a grand piano in the room  that we had walked into, and statues of Maggie Thatcher and Winston Churchill, and others of the like. A huge staircase led to two seperate directions above us, and a butler waited by the door. 

Mrs. Holmes disappeared off somewhere, and Mycroft took the opportunity to show me around the huge home. Looking around the house, I found myself being reminded of the von Trapp family's home, like the one shown in The Sound Of Music. It was as grand as that, and really it wasn't very warm on the inside, until we got into Mycroft's old room. 

I giggled as I looked around. "Wow."

"What?" Mycroft asked me nervously.

"It's just that, wow, you actually were once a child."

"Well of course I was."

I continued looking around his room, looking at the space posters on the walls, and the telescope directed up at the sky through the window. The small areas of wall that could be seen were blood red, and a large walkin closet showed all types of different clothing. I sniggered and grabbed a pair of orange trousers and showed them to Mycroft. "Ooh, will you try these on for me?"

Mycroft rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, go on, do it. Please?"

Mycroft sighed and took off his shoes and trousers, getting into the orange ones, but obviously not before he allowed me a nice long look at his perfect arse. 

I chuckled as he looked at me with a blush rising to his cheeks. "You look great," I said, looking him over. The trousers were far too tight, as could only be expected, and I could clearly see his package through them. I wolf whistled at him, and he turned around for me, striking a pose, making me laugh. 

He turned back to me, and pulled me close to him. "You know," he murmured, his piercing green eyes looking into my brown ones, "these are really tight, and they're kind of cutting off circulation through the lower part of my body," -we both laughed at that- "So could you do me a favour and help me take them off?"

I chuckled as his lips brushed against mine. "Okay." I gently pushed him onto his bed, and I stood beside it, grabbing the bottom of the trousers, pulling them off. Once he wasn't in them anymore, I gently grabbed his ankles, and fluidly pulled him into me, his arse against my crotch. 

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. "How did you learn how to do that?"

"The Rocky Horror Picture Show," I admitted.

Mycroft chuckled. "Doctor Frank-N-Furt taught you well, Love."

"I know," I said, bending over him, placing my lips against his. 

As our tongues danced together, my hands holding his thighs. Suddenly the door opened. "Mummy said- OH MY GOD!" Sherlock shouted, before the door slammed as Sherlock got out as quick as he could. 

I pulled away, and realised how the whole scenario looked. I was fully clothed, but leaning over Mycroft, holding his thighs with his arse against my cock, and he wasn't wearing any trousers. Right, yes, that looked so wrong. 

I blushed furiously, and Mycroft looked angry, and after throwing on his trousers again, he stormed out of the room after Sherlock. I knew he was angry with Sherlock, not with me, and before long, John came and joined me in Mycroft's room. He sat on the bed beside me, and after an awkward silence, he said "They're fighting already."

We both began laughing. "They're quite entertaining, aren't they?" John said. 

"Yeah, they are. It gets a bit scary though, when you see the two of them who are usually so calm get angry at each other."

"I agree."

After a while of us sitting there talking, Mycroft and Sherlock both came into the room,  with their mother behind them, with sheepish looks on their faces. "Apologies about that," Mycroft said.

"Yeah, sorry," Sherlock muttered. 

"Come on, boys, let's go have some food," Mrs. Holmes said, and we all followed her down to the dining room.