MYCROFT: I’ve found that painting does worlds of good. *to Greg* Thank you for that.
GREG: I’ll never get over the fact that all I had to do was mention it and you picked it back up again. After years away. We weren’t even dating yet.
MYCROFT: Never underestimate your motivational capacity.
GREG: You just thought I was hot.
MYCROFT: …Never underestimate your motivational capacity.Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
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Greg and Mycroft, what was it like the first night you slept in the same bed together?
MYCROFT: Astonishing.
GREG: *tiny smile*
MYCROFT: The intimacy of sleeping in the same bed with someone can be—
GREG: Someone you’re attracted to, you mean.
MYCROFT: I was far beyond simple attraction by then.
GREG: Ah, right.
MYCROFT: You’re still trying not to think about it?
GREG: The relationship was so uneven.
MYCROFT: It didn’t feel uneven. You were there in my bed, my bed, which was astonishing on its own, but you were breathing so deeply and so slowly and it occurred to me that you were relaxed to the core. You trusted me. In that moment, I felt marvellously blessed.
GREG: Oh, stop.
MYCROFT: I felt so much I thought my chest could barely contain it. I’m surprised I slept at all.
GREG: You’re using up your monthly allotment of sap. At this rate you’re going to run dry.
MYCROFT: It’s worth it to see you turn that remarkable shade.
GREG: *covers face* Stop.Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
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If you could spend a day with each other doing anything at all, what would it be?
GREG: *flash of eyebrow*
MYCROFT: Gregory…
GREG: Well, it is high on my list.
MYCROFT: That won’t take us all day.
GREG: Don’t underestimate my ability to—
MYCROFT: Be fifty years old?
GREG: *laughs* Fair enough.
MYCROFT: I’m just being pragmatic.
GREG: A whole day together is an embarrassment of riches. I don’t even know where to begin.
MYCROFT: Wake to the sight of your face. Read the paper in bed. Sex. Shower. Breakfast. Find a museum exhibit we’d both enjoy. Walk in the park. Light lunch.
GREG: Then sex?
MYCROFT: In the afternoon, perhaps we’ll spend some time in the same room, reading on the sofa. Doze.
GREG: Then sex?
MYCROFT: After our nap we’ll go out. Supper, perhaps a concert? Something with box seats for…privacy.
GREG: Ahhh. I see where you’re going with this.
MYCROFT: I thought you might. We’ll enjoy the show while we enjoy each other—
GREG: Which, given its location, I’m sure you’ll enjoy very much…
MYCROFT: And then home for a nightcap and bed.
GREG: Er…
MYCROFT: No?
GREG: My concern is, I don’t think my refractory period’s gonna allow a third time before sleeping.
MYCROFT: Well, if our day includes the middle of the night, we could always indulge if we wake up with a…craving. What do you think otherwise?
GREG: Are you kidding? That sounds goddamn perfect.Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
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Glorious gentlemen, thanks for your time. Greg what do you think is the more hottest thing about Microft? Mycroft, the same question about Greg
GREG: This answer starts trouble.
MYCROFT: And that bothers you?
GREG: Last time we had to make them leave the room.
MYCROFT: I don’t remember you complaining.
GREG: *rasps into his ear* My mouth was a bit too busy for complaints.
MYCROFT: *eyelids flutter* Stop.
GREG: *growls* Or what?
MYCROFT: *weakening* …Desist.
GREG: I wonder what’ll happen if I keep going this time?
MYCROFT: *sets his jaw, turns, and smoulders at him*
GREG: …I think we’re going to need the room again. Alone. Now.
Greg and/or Mycroft, have you two done the meeting-the-parents thing yet? How did it go?
GREG: My mother asked him very invasive questions and he didn’t have her disappeared.
MYCROFT: Stop.
GREG: I think it went very well.
MYCROFT: My parents insisted upon meeting him as soon as we could manage it.
GREG: They were very…enthusiastic.
MYCROFT: *rolls his eyes* It was revolting.
GREG: You’re just tetchy because you were feeling left out.
MYCROFT: We have discussed this, Gregory. That is not why.
GREG: They like me. *cheeky grin* We chatted for _hours_.
MYCROFT: You are all intolerable.
Greg, Mycroft, if you could change one thing about the other, what would it be? And what is the one thing you never want to change?
GREG: Ohhh no. I’m not being suckered into this again. I wouldn’t change anything.
MYCROFT: There’s an admirable grace in the way you care for people which I would never want to change, and could never emulate. It’s a mystery to me. The few times I’ve tried, it turns out frustratingly ham-fisted.
GREG: You do fine with me.
MYCROFT: I’m grateful you think so.
GREG: For me, it’s your attention to detail. And no, I don’t mean in bed. Well, not just in bed.
MYCROFT: *huffs laughter*
GREG: *small smile* All the little things…you notice them. I have never felt so paid attention to. Cherished. That’s how you care for me, Mycroft. You pay attention. I wouldn’t change that for anything.
MYCROFT: *curls his hand on his thigh* Thank you.Have a question for Greg and/or Mycroft? Ask them!
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Mycroft, what’s the sexiest thing you like about Greg?
MYCROFT: Must I?
GREG: Yes.
MYCROFT: This is mortifying.
GREG: Say it.
MYCROFT: *visually steels himself* I very much enjoy the tone of his voice from inches away. It’s not just the sound of it, but… I’m sorry, must I?
GREG: Oh, absolutely.
MYCROFT: It’s not just the sound of it, but also…the knowledge that he’s speaking to me. The intimacy of speech from that close is… *swallows* Appealing.
GREG: *low and gravelly, into Mycroft’s ear* You’re doing very well.
MYCROFT: You are a horrible man.
Favorite meal together? (Either a memorable occasion or favorite meal that you cook/buy regularly.)
Mycroft: Gregory makes this simple grilled salmon that’s just exquis—
Greg: No—sorry—wait. I mean, that might be your favourite, I guess, but the first thing that came to mind was the time… Do you remember the time when you’d had a really shit day, and you came over at midnight and brought roast duck?
Mycroft: *bashful* Ah. Yes.
Greg: There was, er, duck and fried potatoes. Comfort food, if you’re…you know. Him. We ate it in bed. Drank wine straight from the bottle. It was the most goddamn sensual thing I’d… Well. You get the picture, I think.
Mycroft: That was certainly a memorable occasion.
Greg: Only memorable? Your cheeks have gone red.
Mycroft: No.
Greg: He’s just remembering what happened afterwards.
Mycroft: No.
Greg: The salt, and the grease. Hands. Skin. And you wanting to forget all about your day…
Mycroft: Please stop talking about it now.
Greg: *shit-eating grin*
Greg and Mycroft, have you ever been caught in the act?
MYCROFT: *innocent* ‘The act’? What act would that be?
GREG: Ignore him. He’s being a brat. The answer is yes. Though honestly, with his…specific enthusiasms, I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often.
MYCROFT: Gregory.
GREG: No, it was a question, and I’m going to answer it.
MYCROFT: You don’t have to use so much detail.
GREG: Oh, trust me. I could have used a lot more detail that that.
MYCROFT: I beg of you.
GREG: Could have painted a clearer picture.
MYCROFT: Gregory.
GREG: So clear they almost could see us. If they only look in the right direction, there we’d be. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you. How exciting.
MYCROFT: Gregory.
Greg and Mycroft, a naughty question for you two. Do either of you have sexual kinks that you’d be embarrassed to tell the other?
MYCROFT: You can’t honestly expect me to own them. …Own it. Not publicly.
GREG: Not in private, either, if they’re kinks I don’t know about.
MYCROFT: You do have a point.
GREG: What about if I guess?
MYCROFT: You want to guess my kink.
GREG: Well, not guess. *smirk* Deduce.
MYCROFT: Induce. Induction is—
GREG: Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to or not?
MYCROFT: *narrows eyes* I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
GREG: How about…if I guess right, we get to experiment with it this weekend?
MYCROFT: No.
GREG: No?
MYCROFT: This is too embarrassing.
GREG: I’m a lively lad, a wag, born of fine parents, good with my…fist. *coquettish*
MYCROFT: *opens mouth, closes it, opens it again* What did you just say?
GREG: It’s Shakespeare.
MYCROFT: I know that, but. How. What. *too astonished to be embarrassed*
GREG: *dark, sizzling grin* I win.Out of all the Mystrade Thursday answers in history, this one made me squee the loudest. It is literally the most perfect thing in all of creation. That smirk, that offer, that quote! Thank you, mydwynter, for your sheer brilliance!
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