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Mycroft sighed contently. He was seated in his favorite chair, close to the fire, with a good book and a steaming mug of tea. His day off went as good as anyone could wish. A late breakfast after a lie-in, a walk in the sun, a lunch consisting of sweet baked goods and an afternoon spend with his books and music. The only thing missing was his partner who had to go to work. Gregory was able to secure the days between Christmas and the new year and they had celebrated and enjoyed the days together. Alas, all good things come to an end. For Gregory they came to an end two whole days before Mycroft was due back to work.
After two hours off uninterrupted reading, Mycroft put his book away and tidied the living room. Flicking off all the lights, but those in the hallway, he made his way to the bedroom. Gregory wouldn’t be home early. He and his colleagues had planned to grab a drink after work to celebrate the new year. So Mycroft was left to his own devices. He had to admit, while enjoying the quiet, he missed his partner. Gregory had shown him a way out of the loneliness Mycroft himself had built. Now loneliness was being more than two steps away from Greg. Deep in his soul, Mycroft knew he wouldn’t be able to cope with being alone again. He lived so long with the conviction that love wasn’t meant for him, until Greg proved him wrong. Now he was privy to it all. Greg close to him at night, his name whispered by Greg’s gravelly voice in the morning, being allowed to touch the smoothness of Greg’s skin and all his kindness directed at Mycroft. He missed it all, even though he had only had it the night before and would have it again the next after. He could do without it for a night. He could go to sleep so he would be well rested in the morning. No reason to wait up until the early hours.
Mycroft heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing and opened his eyes. Truth be told, he wasn’t really asleep. Apparently sleep didn’t come easy when you were used to the weight of another body next to you. He sat up and reached to put the bedside lamp on. In the soft glow off the lamp he saw Greg freeze and blink a few times.
Clearly coming to a conclusion Greg loudly whispered. “My! You’re awake. I’m so glad to see you!” He took a few unsteady steps and sat down inelegantly on the edge of the bed.
Scooting a bit further away from his inebriated partner, Mycroft answered “While I am also glad to see you, I can smell the pub on you. Did you have a good time?”
Greg, trying to smell his clothes, frowned. “You weren’t there.”
Mycroft could see the pout forming and knew he would have to tread carefully. “No, I was not there tonight, but we have already celebrated the new year together and I’m sure there will plenty of more reasons to come.”
A grin spread over Greg’s face, illuminating his features. The pout and frown were entirely gone in a blink. “We can celebrate now!”
Said as if it was the best idea ever. Mycroft shook his head. “No, darling. You’re going to take a shower, drink some water and get some sleep or you won’t feel human tomorrow.”
“Fuck it. Let’s get drunk.” Greg took Mycroft’s arm and tried to pull him out of bed.
“You already are drunk darling.” But Mycroft let him be pulled out of bed. However, he didn’t let Greg lead him. He took over and steered Greg to the bathroom.
The frown was rapidly returning. “We can’t get a drink in here.”
“I know the service here isn’t like the pub, but I can give you a refreshing drink.” Mycroft took a glass and filled it with water from the tap. “You drink this and I’ll take care of the rest.” The rest being your foul smelling clothes. Greg accepted the glass and emptied it in no time.
“You’re the best, Mycroft. You take such good care of me.” Greg tried to reach out, presumably to hug Mycroft, but he swayed dangerously. Mycroft stepped in and steadied his partner.
After a hug Greg let Mycroft unclothe him and he stepped under the shower spray with minimal fuss. When Mycroft was sure he wouldn’t fall over, he went to the bedroom to fetch pajamas for Greg and put some water and paracetamol on the bedside table. Greg was just getting out of the shower as Mycroft reentered the bathroom.
With a whispered “Thanks.” Greg accepted the pajamas. His eyes look brighter already, the shower had cleared up the most of the alcohol induced fog.
“My pleasure darling, now come to bed with me.”