Greg stepped to the house and knew immediately that Mycroft got home.
“My!” he yelled, quickly shedding his coat and shoes, not putting them away as Mycroft would expect of him. But when they were forced to spend three weeks apart, with minimum contact, he was sure Mycroft won’t mind. “Where are you love?” he looked around downstairs. “Oh you cooked? Shouldn’t have.” he knew that if Mycroft cooked, and at second look he saw that he baked too. “Okay…not good.” he mumbled. All this meant that Mycroft was terribly stressed out. Greg walked upstairs, not being sure what was waiting for him. He sighed seeing the nest out of pillows and blankets, two ginger and black ears sticking out of it.
“Hey.” Greg whispered and sat to the bed, waiting for Mycroft to get comfortable with his presence. Mycroft poked his nose out, sniffing towards him. “Yes it is me…just got home from work. Don’t worry, I didn’t have to use my gun…just had the usual exam.” Mycroft sighed. “Missed you love.” Greg leant down, their noses meeting. Gorgeous, exhausted blue eyes and not so shiny ginger fur joined the rest. “Saying it was a rough trip would be an understatement.” Mycroft whined. “Sorry to hear that.” Greg ran his hand over his fur, feeling Mycroft shake under his hand. “But you are home, with me now…everything will be better. Much much better.” he murmured to his ears.
Mycroft climbed over to his lap, curling up poking his hand to continue the petting.
“How about I get the brush? You look like you can use it.” he kissed him between his ears. “Just a few seconds, promise.” Mycroft huffed but jumped off pulling the bag out from under the bed. “How considerate of you.” he mumbled smiling as Mycroft leapt to the bed with his loot.
Greg blew the dust off it, thankfully they didn’t need to use it for quite a while now. Mycroft was well enough not to use this coping mechanism. But something must have happened, something bad; which filled Greg with worry. And he knew if he was worried that would just make Mycroft more anxious.
“Maybe you’d feel better if we talk about it?” he started to brush Mycroft’s fur, to calm both of them. “You know it well that it worked before, it did help.” Mycroft whined loudly. “What? Am I not a good enough emotional support?” he gently bit his hand. “Meaning?” he whined again and curled up burying his face to Greg’s shirt. “Meaning that the conversation is over.” he was rewarded with cold nose stuck under his shirt. “Love, you know I can’t help if you don’t say a word…I don’t understand what the whines mean. Other than you are stressed out and exhausted.” he huffed. “Eaten well on the trip?” he brushed over Mycroft’s ribs, which seemed more prominent now; Mycroft licked his side. “Good, that is good. Thank you for dinner by the way…I know the reason behind it isn’t the best, but still.” Mycroft turned so he could look up at Greg and make him brush him elsewhere.
“I see…I see.” he chuckled seeing his eyes, Mycroft calmed down but he enjoyed the brushing too much. Greg leant down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “You, you…sneaky fox.” he whined and liked his nose. “Thanks. How about I finish this up and we have dinner together, then curl up on the sofa and talk?” he rolled his eyes but then nodded, turning to his back so Greg could brush over his stomach too. “Impossible.” he chuckled. Mycroft shot him a look. “I know, I know…you cooked for us, this is your treat.”
Greg was covered in fur after finishing the brushing session. “Maybe next time not on our bed.” he mumbled trying to get rid of the fur.
“I take your suit to the dry cleaner tomorrow.” Mycroft was standing on the other side of the bed.
“Mycroft.” Greg smiled walking to him. “My darling…missed you.” he kissed him.
“Me too.” he rested his head on his shoulder wrapping his arms tightly around Greg.
“What happened? You make me really worried…”
“I had to flew home…on a commercial flight.”
“What?” that wasn’t on the list of horrible things that could happen to the love of his life.
“I had to sit on a plane, three to be exact. Waiting for connections, delays, the planes and airports filthy and smelling terribly; I’m not going to mention the bathrooms. And the people! They talked…so much and about so so stupid things…how could people be so stupid and shallow and…” Greg silenced him with a kiss.
“You are home, jus you and me, no one else. No one stupid around…only us.” he whispered.
“Yes.” he sighed.
“Had a bath?”
“Bath, shower…trying really hard to scrub myself clean.” Greg just spotted the redness of his skin.
“I take one and meet you down in the kitchen. Sounds good?”
“Perfect.” he kissed him before stepping away. “You still owe me a cuddle.” he smiled from the door.
“Wasn’t this fur storm enough?” he pointed at his suit.
“No.” Greg chuckled shaking his head.
“Hurry!”
“Yes my Lord, my limbs and body are at your command.” he bowed. “Anything else, your Blue-Eyed Sneakiness.”
“Not now. You may go now.”
“Thank you, your Ginger Majesty.” Greg could hear Mycroft chuckling as he headed downstairs.
