“Mmm, I slept really well - must be all the exercise I have been getting” Greg murmured against Mycroft’s neck. â€œThat and the fact that I have you beside me which makes me feel like the safest and luckiest man who walked the earth.Greg added silently.
“So, what are the plans for the day? have you a preference as to which store for furniture?” Left to his own devices a bed and wardrobe would have been winging its way on next day delivery from Argos, but he doubted that Mycroft even knew what Argos was.
Greg sighed inwardly, money had always been a means to an end with him, he worked to get enough money for his family, especially when Jake had come along. He felt responsible, never wanted them to go short, but it had never been enough for his Ex-wife who screwed her way through the ranks of anyone young, pretty and rich enough to wine and dine her in a manner she thought she deserved.
Now he had a man, who came from money, but also earned his own money, and by all accounts an eye goggling amount of money, and yet Greg felt no different. He didn’t care one bit. He was happy to have nice things, Mycroft, being able to afford Harrod’s food hall, was the equivalent of him popping to Sainsbury’s. It was just spending within means. How Cindy would react if she knew that the next sheets he would be buying would probably be silk or the most expensive Egyptian cotton, made him almost laugh. She had wrecked everything with her greed, and still ended up with nothing. He, well he had just plodded on, day after day trying to find the will to get up and face the day, and then when Myc had walked into his life, he felt like he had won the bloody lottery. Someone who would love him, cherish him, make love to him and make him feel like the most valuable human on the planet. Maybe Karma was real after all.
Greg, sat up and swung his legs over the side, wincing slightly as his warm bare toes touched the cool worn carpet. He knew that if he didn’t get up, he would spend the day in bed with Mycroft. Maybe it was the newness of their relationship, but they just couldn’t get enough of each other. He giggled as He felt Mycroft’s fingers grasping for purchase on his hips in an attempt to pull him back to lying. “Come on you.” Greg chuckled, “tell ya what, if you’re quick I might just give you a blow job in the shower.” With that comment left hanging, and the noise of Mycroft scrabbling in the bed to get up, he dashed toward the bathroom turning the shower on and stepping in even before the temperature had equalised.