Author's Note:
And now the story finally continues! My laptop completely died on me in December and it took longer than anticipated to replace it. Anyway, I'm not sure how often the updates will be. Once a week, maybe twice. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the next story as much as the previous ones!
Vacation was something that the Watson-Holmes family hadn't done as a whole. Hell, John was rather sure he hadn't been on an actual vacation since his honeymoon with Sherlock. So the thought of a tour around the United States was definitely exciting and now all he had to do was make sure everything was packed for not only himself but the family as a whole. Sure, he loved Sherlock and the man was his husband, but he was busy with cases left and right and had probably forgotten to pack. Or, knowing John's luck, he had packed and it had been nothing but the posh clothes that took up more than half of their closet and dresser. So he stood in their room the day before their flight departed with two suit cases on the bed, playing it safe and starting one for his husband either way, trying to decide who would bring what. Amy was sitting on the bed between the two of them, studying her Dada curiously before shrugging.
"Posh clothes are good," Amy explained softly, making John narrow his eyes at her playfully. "Whats? They are," she whispered with a giggle.
Sherlock had thrown himself into work rather hard since Christmas. It kept him busy and before long it was time for the family vacation. He finished up the latest case and closed up the office. When they had planned it, he had been excited for it but lately lacked any real enthusiasms and fallen into some old habits, personality wise anyway. No drugs. Never again. He was short with people usually but somehow things at home were going okay. He just made sure not to be a dick around the family. He was just unbearable to the rest of the world. He walked home slowly, not in any real hurry. Knowing John, his husband was probably packing so he hadn't even bothered trying. He entered the flat and made his way upstairs. He walked into the living room and promptly sat down in his chair, petting Hamish as soon as the feline was in his lap.
Thomas did not want to go on vacation at all. Maybe he could pretend to be sick and stay with Mrs. Hudson. Why? Why would his parents ever want to go on aeroplane again? They were scary and dangerous. He had looked forward to time off of school, if only to get away from his tormentors but now...he almost rather be there than ever go on a aeroplane again. He was up in his room, staring at his already packed suit case. Tomorrow they left. He wasn't going to get any sleep.
The heavy footsteps made John smile just a bit. The past few months for them had been hellish, to say the least. Between his work at the surgery and Sherlock's cases they rarely had time alone. Their sex life was...lacking, to say the least, but when they did have the opportunity to be in bed at the same time they seemed more keen to snuggle and exchange soft whispers over anything else. It was probably due to the fact that he was getting a bit older and Sherlock had lost interest in a lot of things since Nancy had passed. After taking a deep breath he looked at Amy and moved her to the floor. "Go finish packing, ask your brother for help," he said as she moved and scampered up the stairs. After bracing himself with a deep breath he moved into the living room, smiling at his husband and moving to give him a soft, lingering kiss. "Hello, dear," he said softly as he moved a hand to run through Sherlock's hair.
Amy moved into the room and promptly opened her suitcase, checking it over eagerly before looking at Thomas. He was quiet and just sitting there, staring at his own suitcase. "Um... 'Mas, is you's okay?" She took a step closer to him before giving him a long hug, her face pressed against his stomach. "Does I needs to do anything to makes you feel better?"
Sherlock returned the kiss and leaned into the hand. It made for a bit of an awkward angle to continue the kiss but he didn't break it for a little while longer. "We leave tomorrow," he muttered. Maybe it would be good for him. Get out of London for a while. Get away from well, everything for a while. The only thing they really had to worry about was convincing Thomas to get on the plane. The boy was terrified of them.
Thomas looked over to Amy and nodded slowly as he returned the hug. "I don't like aeroplanes," he muttered. He hated flying. The thought of being on one made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't let his sister see him being scared like a baby. He would try to be brave for her.
The long kiss made John smile and he just stood near his husband instead of moving over to his chair. "Yes, we do. And then we share a hotel room in cities across the Unites States with our wonderful children," he said with a laugh as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. He was hesitant to just move in and kiss Sherlock again so he smiled and glanced at Hamish before sitting on the chair's armrest. "Can I kiss you again?"
Amy nodded and shifted a bit on her feet to study her brother. "Well how 'bouts I hold your hand the entire time?" To her that seemed like the biggest problem solver in the entire world given the fact that she didn't know Thomas' real fear of aeroplanes, really. "And I coulds read you a story and you could holds on to one of my stuffed dogs!"
Yes, sharing the same hotel room with the children would make shagging impossible. Although, they hadn't really shagged in the last few months. Largely his fault Sherlock supposed, but it was also because John was getting older. He smirked at his husband, removed Hamish from his lap and put John in it. He leaned down and kissed his husband again.
Thomas managed a small smile and nodded. He didn't think that would really work but it would probably make Amy feel better so it was just better to agree. "That sounds great Sis. It will help for sure. Thanks!"
John smiled into the kiss for a moment before easily returning it. At some point he was sure they would get separate rooms, ones connected by a door, so they could at least try to make love. He pulled away with a small smile, catching his breath. "I've got, uh, God..." He trailed off with a laugh of embarrassment before pressing their foreheads together. "I've got some medication that will help me...in bed." The blush on his cheeks was a deep red so he moved in for another kiss.
Amy grinned from ear to ear as she hugged her brother once more. "Good. Let's pick out a story, then! I gore bunches. Some is abouts fairies and I has one abouts a dog that lives in a firehouse in Americas!" She pulled away from him and moved to the small bookcase that held all of their books.
Sherlock smirked a bit. "That will be nice. Think we will have time to ourselves on vacation?" With John in his lap, he had no desire to keep his hands to himself. His fingers trailed through his husband's hair and one scratched lightly at John's stomach, slowly moving down towards his husband's pants.
Thomas looked at the books. "Well, since we are going to America, maybe we should get the one about the dog." He didn't know a lot about the place. They had cool shows to watch on the telly but other than that he didn't know much about it. It would have been exciting but he was still terrified of flying.
John's breath hitched and he gently pushed his head into Sherlock's hand, his hips lifting just a bit. They'd not touched each other in about a week and a half and Sherlock knew bloody well what he was doing. "Yeah, we can get separate rooms every once and a while," he whispered as a small blush spread across his cheeks. It didn't matter how old he got, there were some times where his husband could turn him on faster than he ever thought possible, the growing bulge in his pants was evidence of that.
Amy nodded and pulled it from the book case, turning to put it in the small backpack she was allowed to bring on the plane with her. "Yeah, we could does that," she said softly as she moved to sit on the floor. "Can we puts together some Lego's?"
The smirk returned as his hand slid down John's pants and his fingers trailed along the bulge on his husband's boxers. It probably wasn't a good idea to start anything with the children upstairs. They could come down any moment and catch them. Maybe if they were quiet in their bedroom. Sherlock leaned over and began sucking on John's neck, his mouth slowly making its way up to his husband's ear with gentle kisses. "The bedroom? We could make love, be quiet," he whispered hopefully.
Thomas grinned and nodded. "Okay Sis." He pulled out a set he hadn't started yet and opened the box. He dumped the Lego's on the ground and opened the instruction booklet for them. "You can start it!" He smiled and sat down on the floor.
Make love. They could go to their bedroom and make love for the first time in months. John could hardly turn that down given the fact that he had an erection without the help of medication. "Yeah," he whispered softly as he grabbed Sherlock's hand and pressed it harder against the front of his pants. "Can I shag you?" He asked as he turned his head and gently met his husband's lips. The last few times they'd actually managed to have sex he'd let Sherlock do whatever he wanted, just grateful for the time alone, but now he wanted to have Sherlock beneath him.
Amy nodded and looked at the instruction booklet, leaning against her brother's side as she picked up the two pieces and easily put them together, handing it off to him slowly. Just leaning against Thomas was comforting to her and she found herself constantly doing it. "I am gonna buys you some new Lego's 'Mas," she said with a small yawn.
Sherlock nodded as he returned the kiss, his hand coming to caress John's cock through the slit in the boxers. He was getting his own hard on and he couldn't help but buck up into his husband. If they were going to shag in the bedroom they should probably leave soon or he just might loose all self control here on the chair. He continued the kiss though, still stroking John.
Thomas smiled and took the pieces and then added the next part together. "If you are tired you should nap. Tomorrow will be a big day and we will have to get up early since we fly in the morning. I heard Dada and Papa say we had to be at the airport at least two hours early because we are taking an international flight." He wasn't entirely sure what that meant but he was certain it was because they were flying over a big ocean in aeroplane. The thought made him shiver involuntarily.
John whimpered into the kiss as he deepened it effortlessly, biting gently at his husband's bottom lip before slowly pulling away from Sherlock's wonderful hand and standing up. "C'mon, wouldn't want the kids seeing that," he whispered breathlessly. For some reason he was rather nervous, realizing that Sherlock hadn't seen him naked for some time. The trail of hair that led down from his bellybutton had turned completely gray in that time, matching the slowly changing color of his hair. "Want you," he whispered as he took the man's hand and led him to the bedroom.
"But the longer I stay up, and you, then that means we can sleeps through the whole flight," Amy declared with a small nod as she scooted closer to her brother and took the Lego figure they had started and added the next piece, inspecting it curiously. "I was thinkings we could watch a movie, but one of yours a'cause I know you doesn't like mines," she whispered with a smile.
Sherlock nodded and followed after John. He made sure to close and lock the door behind them before stripping naked eagerly. The scars on his chest and stomach were gradually fading, a faint reminder of the hell he and John had gone through before being married. That seemed like another life now and he supposed in a way, it was. They had both changed since meeting. He shook his head at his thoughts. Focus. He was going to get shagged by his husband. He laid down on the bed, waiting for John to get them ready. Or maybe they would snog first. Since his husband was the one doing the shagging he figured John should have the control. At the beginning of their sex life he wouldn't have relinquished control so easily.
Sleep? On an aeroplane? No way. He didn't think he would be able to sleep tonight or the entire flight. Thomas nodded anyway. "Okay, that is a good idea Sis."
John slowly pulled his boxers off, hesitating just a bit before pulling his sleeping shirt over his head. His scars were still there and prominent against his skin. He had managed to not gain too much weight in the past few months but the pudge of his stomach was there now and he'd come to accept it. He shifted and moved slowly on to the bed, tossing a bottle of lube next to Sherlock from the bedside table. Blueberry, the man's favorite. "Hi," he whispered as he moved to gently meet his lips, situating himself between his husband's legs as he reached between them and started stroking Sherlock's erection. "Oh, God," he mumbled as he moved his mouth to start sucking at Sherlock's neck.
Amy took a deep breath before crawling into Thomas' lap, both of her hands on his cheeks to make sure he was looking at her. "I'm am gonna tries to make sure you isn't scared tomorrow, all right 'Mas?" Her gaze was set in determination as she studied him. "I doesn't wants you to be scared."
Sherlock turned his head so John could have better access to his neck. He let out a soft moan as he gently bucked up into his husband's touch. His arms wrapped around John, fingers trailing along his husband's back lightly. He could smell the blueberry lubricant and it made him moan again. John always knew how to spoil him it seemed.
Thomas forced a smile. "I am fine Sis. I won't be scared because you, Papa and Dada will all be there for me." A lie. He was terrified. Flying scared him more than anything. He didn't want to cry and act like a baby in front of his sister though.
That moan was something he hadn't heard in a long time and it made him eagerly grab the lube and open it, smearing it across his left hand before he started to prep Sherlock. John gently met his husband's lips, not able to hide the excitement from the kiss. He missed being intimate with Sherlock and he was finally going to have that back right before their vacation. "I love you," he whispered as he continued to prep Sherlock.
Amy studied Thomas before smiling just a bit and standing just a bit to place a kiss on the tip of her brother's nose. "Good. A'cause that's what families is for and we're going to keeps you safe." To her it seemed like the easiest way to solve the problem that she had no idea about.
Sherlock returned the kiss with another moan. He bucked up into John's fingers a bit, whimpering into his husband's mouth. Everything already felt amazing. "Love you too," he finally murmured, still not willing to break the kiss. John tasted rather wonderful today or maybe it just seemed that way since they hadn't done much snogging or shagging lately.
Thomas managed another smile at Amy. "I know Sis." He looked down at the Lego's and decided to keep himself busy by continuing to put it together.
John eagerly kept the kiss going, pulling his fingers out of Sherlock before smearing lube on his erection. He moaned gently into his husband's mouth, knowing that they had to keep quiet, before slowly entering him. "God," he whispered as he dropped his head to press his face into Sherlock's neck. "Oh, God," he whimpered and started a slow, gentle rhythm with is hips.
Amy plopped down next to him right away, handing him the pieces he would need as she sat in silence. It probably wasn't worth it to keep talking so she kept herself quiet, simply leaning against him and keeping him company. It was the least she could do.
Sherlock let a small, short moan as he felt John enter him. Quiet. The children might hear. He bit his bottom lip to help muffle any more whimpers and moans that tried to escape his lips. He matched the pace set by his husband, fingers trailing along John's bare skin lightly.
Well, at least they weren't talking about aeroplanes anymore. Thomas had been worried if they kept talking about it, he might explode on Amy like he had on Christmas. He took the pieces handed to him and continued to build the Lego's, content with the silence.
John felt goosebumps spreading across his skin under the touch of Sherlock's fingers. This was far more intimate than he'd had in months and he loved all of it. "Oh, good," he whispered as one hand moved blindly to pull his husband's leg up a little more to give him a better angle. "She-Sherlock," he grunted softly and couldn't help one rough thrust before continuing the gentle rhythm.
Amy sighed and moved again, crawling right back into his lap and helping build the Lego figure, happily leaning back to rest against Thomas' chest. "Did you knows that you's is the bestest older brother ever?" She whispered, her head tilted slightly to the side and she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she snapped a Lego piece on to the end.
Sherlock moved with John easily, both legs wrapping around his husband's waist. "You feel amazing Love," he whispered through his teeth meshing down on his lower lip. His fingers continued to scratch lightly at John's back.
Thomas blushed and shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not..." He muttered the words and kept adding Lego's to the pieces slowly starting to take shape of a Ninja Dojo.
John gasped into Sherlock's neck, his pace picking up just a bit. It was embarrassing to know that he was this close to his edge after such a short amount of time. He dropped one hand into the sheets beneath Sherlock while the other reached between them, grabbing his husband's cock with a knowing hand and starting to stroke to match his increasing rhythm.
"Yes you is," Amy replied quickly, narrowing her eyes as she look up at Thomas. She defiantly stopped her brother's hands and studied him. "Don't you evers say that again, 'Mas, okay? A'cause it's true and always will be."
Sherlock let out a muffled moan and continued to match John's pace. So much for a slow and steady pace. Not that he minded. This was feeling perfect too. He arched up into his husband's with another low moan.
Thomas didn't agree but he nodded anyway. "You are the best little sister." He wrapped his arms around Amy in a hug.
Hearing that moan made John come with a soft gasp, his hips rocking several times before he managed to calm himself down and continue stroking his husband's erection. "God, Sherlock. Oh, God," he whispered as he slowly pulled out of his husband but managed to keep himself above him, taking it all in because they'd not been this close in months. Seeing his husband below him was fantastic.
Amy giggled and returned the hug, shifting in Thomas' arms to tighten it just a bit. "I can't waits to have a vacation with you, 'Mas. Maybe sometimes Dada and Papa will gives us our own hotel room to ourselves and we will gets to watch all the movies we want."
Sherlock pressed up into John's hand with another moan. "John..." He trailed off with another moan. After a few more strokes from his husband he came and relaxed on the bed, panting a bit. "...'sgood Love..." His fingers continued to run along John's back faintly.
"It will be fun. We will get to see a lot of things and take pictures." Thomas smiled. It would be a lot to write about in his diary, well journal. Only girls kept diaries. Ever since Grandma died he had been keeping one secretly. He didn't like to cry and Dad said it wasn't good to keep inside so he had taken to writing. It was just a normal looking notebook so he hoped it would go unnoticed.
It was good, definitely, something they both needed. John smiled and let himself fall to the side of his husband and relax on the mattress. "Yeah, good," he whispered as he looked up at the ceiling and a grinned like an idiot. "Short, sorry, b-but." He let out a small laugh and moved to press himself against Sherlock's side, placing kisses on his ribs. "You're fantastic. Quietest shag we've ever had."
Amy grinned at that. At her age taking pictures was one of her favorite things, she loved seeing herself. "Lots of pictures," she agreed happily as she snuggled against him with another yawn. Her plan to stay awake looked like it was going to fail before long because just talking to Thomas was starting to exhaust her.
Sherlock smirked a bit. "Oh I don't know about that Love. I didn't make any noise when we first started shagging." Then he remembered when he started making noise and he closed his eyes at the thought. Don't ruin the moment. Maybe John wouldn't make the connection. Unlikely. His husband seemed to become more perceptive than ever since being married. If the connection was made, maybe John wouldn't say anything. Avoid a fight. That would be nice.
Thomas smiled and hugged Amy close to him. "Lots and lots of pictures," he assured his sister.
Oh. John cleared his throat a little and moved a little closer to his husband. "It's just better so the kids don't find out," he said softly, not bringing up anything to keep the situation calm. They'd just had sex for the first time in months and they didn't need anything to ruin the moment. "I imagine that we'll have to be quiet while we're in America. I bet folks there aren't too keen on hearing other people shag," he said with a soft laugh.
"And then we cans make a scrapbook 'bouts our vacation!" Amy squealed and moved out of Thomas' arms to yank the one that John had helped her start to put together. The first few pages had pictures of Sarah, her family, Mycroft, Lestrade and Siger, and their Grandma. After that it was pictures from birthdays, holidays, and the like. "Sees," she whispered as she pulled it toward Thomas and sat in his lap happily.
Well, John had certainly made the connection. "Sorry," Sherlock muttered. Of course he would ruin things right before vacation time. His husband was joking, that was something he supposed. Ever since the infernal headaches had started he hadn't been able to stay out of his head. Or maybe because he couldn't stay out of his head the headaches had started. It was hard to remember anymore.
Thomas looked down at the scrapbook. He wasn't into scrapbooking like Amy was but he supposed he could help her with it since his sister always helped him put Lego's together.
"Shhh, 's fine," John whispered with a smile. "You're fine, love. Don't worry about it," he added as he stretched his body along Sherlock's side and gently met his husband's lips. The kiss was slow and soft and he pulled away after a few moments to simply study him. "This vacation is going to help you, I think. Maybe you'll get out of your head a little more, relax and forget out some of the stress London brings."
Amy was flipping through the pages before hitting a blank one, grabbing the marker from the side and biting her bottom lip. "'Mas, how does you spell 'vacation'?" She looked up at him questioningly, clearly ready to write it down on the next page.
Sherlock smiled and returned the kiss. Hopefully John was right. "Maybe, I hope so Love." He was tired of the headaches. The stress that came with having a family. All the things he worried about. Money. Food. Clothes for the children. Tuition. The list seemed never ending.
That was something he could certainly help with. Vacation. Thomas spelled it mentally in his head before saying it out loud. "V-a-c-a-t-i-o-n."
John was quiet for a moment before smiling warmly. "I got a raise at the surgery," he said as his hand moved to mindlessly draw shapes on his husband's stomach. "I'm going to be making a lot more now, won't have to worry about money as much anymore." There was a look of happiness on his face despite the fact that with the amount of cases Sherlock had solved lately, they would be set for months.
Amy nodded and slowly wrote the word out, her 'n' backwards but everything else written as nice as she could manage. "Thanks, 'Mas," she said with a smile, showing the page to him happily. "Looks! I wroted it!"
Sherlock smiled. "That is wonderful Love." He rolled a bit so they were face to face and he could wrap his arms around John. He hugged his husband close, pressing their noses together. "I love you." He met John's lips in a brief kiss.
Thomas smiled and looked down at the scrapbook. "Good job Sis!"
John returned the kiss and moved his arms to wrap around Sherlock as well, a smile on his face. "I love you, too. Thanks for...this. I think we both needed it." Or at least wanted it quite a bit. "We should probably talk about Thomas." He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and cleared his throat. "Y'know, and the plane."
Amy wiggled her feet and looked at the page happily. "We's is gonna have pages full of pictures and it will be my favorite pages." She leaned back against him with a third yawn, letting out a long sigh as she closed her eyes.
Sherlock smiled and then it slowly turned into a small frown. Right. Thomas. "Well, I don't think he will make a scene at the airport or anything. I know he hates flying and is scared. I'm not sure there is anything we can say to make him feel better either. We'll just need to support him as best we can I think."
Thomas smiled and held onto Amy. His sister looked ready for a nap. Now he just had to think about something else other than flying and maybe he would calm down a bit.
John gave his husband a quick kiss and then bit his bottom lip. "We have medication we could give him to make him sleep through the flight so he wouldn't remember any of it," he suggested nervously. He knew that Sherlock hated the idea of medicating their children but it seemed like one of their only options given Thomas' extreme fear of flying.
"Nap?" Amy asked her brother softly, opening her eyes and looking up at Thomas with a tired smile. Maybe if they took a nap Thomas would wake up and be a little happier.
Sherlock tensed and forced himself to relax. "I don't know. Maybe. He is old enough to decide for himself, don't you think?" How was their son supposed to get over the fear of flying if all they did was drug him into a deep sleep?
Thomas wasn't tired. Sleep scared him right now. What if he had nightmares about the plane crash? His Mum dying? That scary island? Maybe he could just lay with Amy and she would sleep?
"I think he might be far too scared to decide for himself," John said softly, shifting slightly to grab the blanket and pull it slowly over them. "Sherlock, the last time any of us were on a plane it crashed and then Thomas watched me nearly kill you." It was hard to admit but something needed to be said. "If I were him I'd rather be drugged."
Amy took the silence as a no and just smiled up at her brother. "How 'bouts we go downstairs and snuggle on the couch and start a movie?" She suggested with a smile. "Everybody loves movies." She added as she shifted out of his lap and took his hand, giving it a slight tug.
Sherlock sighed. "I know...but...it doesn't seem right to just drug him without his knowledge or consent." He knew how that felt. When being held captive after being kidnapped, he had been given heroin against his will. His head dropped, mouth twitching into a frown at the memory. It was one of the seemingly many times he and John had cheated death somehow.
Thomas blinked, not realizing Amy hadn't fallen asleep until he heard her speak. "Okay, Sis." He sat up slowly, pulling his sister up with him gently.
Of course Sherlock would make a strong point. John licked his lips and he moved to give the man a slow kiss, trying to keep him calm. "Right. Good point, I understand and I agree," he whispered as he moved to rest a hand on the side of his husband's head. "Sherlock, you make a very good point so I'll talk to him about it. If he agrees will you go along with it?" God, had he ruined their moment?
Amy grinned and pulled Thomas with her down the stairs, grabbing blankets and then putting the newest movie she'd got into the DVD player. "'S 'Brave' okay, 'Mas?" She crawled up on to the couch and burrowed under the blankets.
