Author's Note:
Sorry the delay in the update! I have a lot going on right now in my life but I think things might be calming down finally so updates should become a little more regular!
With the kids tucked in John had a bit more time to finish packing and, more than likely, ogle at his husband for just a bit. He gently set shut the door to the bedroom before making his way downstairs and putting he and Sherlock's suitcases on the bed. Of course he'd packed some of his husband's posh clothes but he'd also found some nice shorts in the hope that, maybe, he could get Sherlock to wear them. "Anything you'd like to bring that you possibly couldn't live without?" He asked curiously. "And don't worry, I've already packed sun lotion."
Sherlock followed John down to their bedroom and found an area on the bed not taken up by suitcases to sit on, once he had checked on the plane tickets. All accounted for and with their passports. Perfect. "Blueberry lube?" He looked over at his husband with raised eyebrows and a smirk. He then shrugged. "I don't think so. I'm not taking my violin or skull on vacation. So, whatever you pack is fine. Even if you pack me some ridiculous looking shorts to wear."
John narrowed his eyes playfully, pressing a few more shirts into his suitcase with a grunt. "The shorts I bought you are just fine," he said softly as he moved to the bedside table and grabbed their bottle of blueberry lube and an orange container filled with pills. "Right, got those," he mumbled as he tossed them both in his husband's suitcase. "I've got a new camera for us as well."
Sherlock smirked as he watched John. Right pictures. A lot would be taken, wouldn't there? He hated having his picture taken, which he supposed most people would find amazing considering he was practically an egomaniac. "Speaking of new things, Mycroft gave me some International cellphones, for just in case." Not surprising, considering their proclivity to find danger or problems without even trying.
John looked up at that, chuckling a bit. "Figures. Probably will be good to text each other with in case we get separated or anything like that," he said as he closed both of the suitcases and slowly moved them both to the floor, pulling them near the door before looking over at his husband. "You're looking rather dashing tonight, Mister Holmes," he said with a sly grin, crossing his arms and leaning against the shut door of their bedroom.
"I always look dashing." Sherlock smirked at John as he stood up off the bed and walked over to his husband. "So...I have you all to myself now. What do you think about that?" He pressed up against john with a small moan and began nibbling lightly on his husband's ear. Might as well pick up where they left off.
John let out a small gasp himself, pressing back against Sherlock eagerly. "Don't know. Could take a pill and be ready in fifteen minutes," he paused a moved a hand to gently run down his husband's side. "Could let you bend me over the bed and just take me." Either way he was keen to have sex tonight, that much was obvious.
"We should probably try and be quiet again," Sherlock murmured. He kissed along John's ear and down to his husband's neck, stopping to nibble on it. He pulled away reluctantly so they could disrobe and move to the bed. "If you take one of those pills I will give you a blow job after I have my way with you."
It sounded like an absolutely wonderful plan and John nodded, pulling away from Sherlock reluctantly and moving toward the suitcases. He pulled out his pill bottle and took one, swallowing it with ease before packing the bottle back up. "Righto, let's go," he said with a grin as he started undoing his jeans with a small chuckle. "What're your plans?" He was curious to hear how much fun they would be having.
Well, Sherlock hadn't thought that far ahead yet really. He undressed as he thought of a quiet way to do things. "Slow and easy would probably be best. Help keep the noise level to a minimum. Give you kisses along your body first, suck on your neck and then your ear. Slow. Sensual." He smirked a bit, his erection becoming rather obvious now.
John smiled warmly at his husband as he finished undressing himself, climbing on to the bed and meeting Sherlock's lips in a slow, soft kiss. They hadn't had sensual in a while and he was more than willing to have that. "I love you," he murmured against his husband's lips. One hand moved between them to grab Sherlock's erection, giving it several slow, tight strokes.
Sherlock gave a small moan into the kiss, pressing into his husband's hand eagerly. He froze when he heard a knock at the door and their son's voice. Damn it. It didn't open at least.
Thomas wasn't sure if his parents had heard him. He hadn't been sleeping well lately, and he had already had a nightmare. He was certain he hadn't at least woken up Amy before sneaking off downstairs. "Dad? Daddy? Can I...sleep with you guys tonight?" His voice was almost a whine and he hated himself for it.
John let out a soft sigh and let go of Sherlock's erection, wincing internally to himself. In a matter of minutes he was going to have an erection that he would need to take care of thanks to his medication. "Here," he whispered, blindly moving off the bed and tossing Sherlock his underwear before slipping his boxers on. "I'll bring him in but then I need to go take a few moments in the bathroom," he added with a small smile. They had all of vacation to something slow and sensual. Right now they had a son to comfort. "Of course, Thomas," he said as he opened the door, reaching down to ruffle the boy's hair. "Get up there."
Sherlock put on his underwear and then threw the blankets over him, even though it was summer and it would be too warm. He still had a rather visible bulge and no need to incite any questions out of Thomas tonight.
Thomas glanced between his parents and chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I'm...uh...not interrupting am I?" He stood in the doorway uncertainly, teeth still meshing into his skin.
John looked back at Sherlock before smiling softly. "No, Thomas, you're our son and we're here to help you," he said as he put his hand on the boy's back and gently led him to the bed. "Get up there, mate. I'll be right back," he smiled at his husband before moving into the bathroom. He was gone for several minutes and when he returned his cheeks were flushed. By the time he'd made it to the bed, though, he'd managed to catch his breath. "Right, c'mon, let's get you to bed," he mumbled to Thomas as he leaned over to place a quick kiss on Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock wished he could relieve himself as well but by the time John got back his erection was gone. Thomas was curled up next to him, face buried in his chest asleep already. He gave his husband a small smile as he returned the kiss. There wasn't much he could do or say without worrying about waking up their son.
John slowly made himself comfortable on the bed, frowning a bit at his husband. He felt bad that he'd had the chance to get rid of his erection but if he hadn't done that they would have had a serious issue on their hands. "Want me to take him so you can go?" He whispered as one hand move to gently rub up and down Thomas' back. If he could keep the boy calm in his sleep then Sherlock would have a chance.
Sherlock shook his head. "No, I am fine now. It went away on its own," he replied softly. He fell silent as he heard Thomas groan and then felt the boy press into him tighter. Was their son having a nightmare so soon after falling asleep? He frowned thoughtfully at that, and tentatively reached out a hand to run lightly through Thomas' hair.
Watching Sherlock be an attentive father to Thomas made John smile. Their son sometimes acted like Sherlock completely ignored him and favored Amy but watching this moment was showing how untrue it was. They'd stopped a moment to themselves to comfort their little boy. He smiled at his husband and shifted to lay down, arms folded behind his head as he studied Sherlock. "Remember when you said I'd make a good father?" He asked softly, smiling just a bit. "I think you're a far better one."
Once Thomas seemed to calm down he looked over at John. Him? "I learned from you," Sherlock admitted quietly. "That's how you seem to be able to comfort the children, so..." He trailed off with a small shrug. "Everything I have ever learned about not being..." He trailed off again trying to think of the right word but failed. "...Well...me...I learned from you. Everything good and all the changes are because of you and for you." God, he probably sounded like an idiot right now.
There were moments in his life when John realized he married Sherlock for a reason. The man on the other side of the bed had changed so much and usually made him feel more important than he ever had. "Some of it is natural, too," he whispered with a smile as he reached over Thomas and ran a hand slowly through his husband's hair. "You have fantastic instincts as a father. Last year when Amy was sick? You took her straight to the hospital to help her feel better. And look at you right now, just snuggling with him. You're a fantastic dad."
There weren't many things Sherlock was modest or unsure about, but being a good father was one of them. He gave another shrug. "Maybe," he muttered. Being like his Old Man still worried him and he strived every day to try not to be. Sometimes the children were maddeningly frustrating and those times scared him the most about himself. He had never lost control, but damn it all he had wanted to on occasion.
After watching his husband for several minutes, John slid out of bed, walked around it, and then slid between the blankets behind Sherlock. "Promise," he whispered as he pressed his chest against Sherlock's back and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. "You make me so proud, you're utterly fantastic," he said softly as he continued to comfort his husband. Maybe he could get the man to fall asleep so they'd be well rested for their flight the next day. "You're more keen to snuggle with our son, that's rather good parenting."
Sherlock shifted and moved Thomas and himself gently over so John could have a bit more room on the bed. He wasn't really convinced by his husband's words but it was best not to argue. "You should try and get some sleep Love." John would need it more than he did. He wasn't tired but his husband pressed up against him felt wonderful.
John smiled a bit against Sherlock's skin and let his eyes close. "I love you, Sherlock," he whispered. Right now he was fighting sleep, wanting to talk to his husband and comfort him. "You're a rather wonderful husband," he murmured with a small huff of air against his partner's skin. "I constantly feel loved around you, more than I ever have in my entire life. I'm so glad I started a family with you."
Despite John's words, Sherlock had never thought he would have been cut out for this. He supposed he wasn't turning out too terrible at being a family man. "You deserve it. You are good man John." He wanted to turn over and face his husband but that could result in waking up Thomas.
Hearing that Sherlock thought he deserved this all made John grin like an idiot. "So do you," he replied quickly as a hand more to play with the hair at the nape of his husband's neck. "You deserve every positive thing you've ever received or experienced." And it was true. After he past he knew his husband had, he believed that Sherlock deserved everything, especially a family of his own. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'm glad I get to call you mine."
Sherlock wasn't sure what he had done to deserve a family life. He'd done drugs. Used and manipulated people. Hurt people with thoughtless words without a single regret. Once more he opted not to argue with John. There was no point because he figured neither of them would ever think otherwise. "I'm glad too." John was easily the best thing to have ever happened to him, despite some of the terrible fights they'd had.
It felt like Sherlock was more tense after the conversation more than anything. John smiled just a bit and lifted a hand to rest on his husband's side. "I am the luckiest man alive," he whispered. He knew he should be sleeping but talking to Sherlock seemed much better. "I've managed to marry the most fantastic man in the world. The smartest and the most attractive."
Sherlock managed a slight smirk. "Well, I am amazing and perfect." He tried to relax against John but it was a bit difficult since he was still trying to comfort Thomas as best he knew how. The boy had seemed to finally find a restful sleep. "He really looks up to me. The moment I saved him. I thought he would grow out of after the island, but he never did. He is smart. Sometimes it scares me, worries me but every time I see him with Amy...I know he isn't like I was...like him..." There was no reason to say Moriarty's name. "Do you ever worry about that kind of thing?"
The moment Sherlock said that it felt like somebody had doused him in ice water. John bit his bottom lip and shifted slightly on the bed to look over his husband to study their son. "I worry about it all the time," he admitted softly. How could he not? They both had a feeling about who Thomas' father, maybe uncle, actually was. "I mean, when he's around us or around Amy he's perfect. God, he and Amy, Sherlock. He's the most wonderful older brother I've ever seen. But... we don't know anything about him, neither does Mycroft, and that's worrying."
Right. He had probably ruined the moment. "Sorry," Sherlock muttered. "Do...you think we should ever tell him? He's a good boy. He isn't...like that. What if he figures it out. What I did. What we kept from him. He would hate me forever, probably."
"Don't apologize," John whispered as he glanced up at his husband with a small smile. After that he was quiet, looking down at their son. Thomas seemed so amazingly peaceful while he slept and it made him smile. "If we tell him he's going to feel even more left out of the family, don't you think? But if we don't tell him and he finds out I figure that'd be worse, too." He paused and shifted on the bed just a bit to get closer to Sherlock. "If we can hardly find any actual information on his past then you don't think he could, d'you?"
"There are people out there who might still know. The same people who had our flight sabotaged on the way home from our honeymoon. They are still out there. Maybe I a worry too much, but...after everything that has happened to us well..." Sherlock shrugged a bit, his intense gaze still on Thomas.
"A lot has happened to us," John muttered with a short laugh, looking up at his husband for a long moment. "But we're his parents and it's our job to keep him safe. That's exactly what we're going to do," he said with a nod and a smile. "It's been four years since we rescued him. I feel like they would have done something by now. Aside from that, I think a lot of people have learned they shouldn't mess with you."
Sherlock firmly believed they were out there. Watching. Waiting. If he didn't have a family to provide and care for, he would have hunted them all down on his own. Burn that whole damn criminal empire to the ground. No need to worry John though. "Perhaps you are right Love. You should try and get some sleep." He hadn't planned on it himself but he knew now there was no way sleep would ever find him.
John knew better. Sherlock was just saying that to end the conversation but he was exhausted. "I love you," he whispered as he moved and pressed his face against his husband's back. "Have a good night, dear," he murmured with a yawn. It took a while for him to fall asleep. The thoughts of Moriarty's criminal web still out there just waiting was a bit difficult to stop thinking about but he managed to and finally fell asleep.
Well, that had been dumb of him hadn't it? All he had successfully done was probably just make John worry about things better left unsaid. Sherlock sighed at himself, shifting a bit on the bed in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable. It turned out to be a rather long night for him, as he let his thoughts consume him. Eventually he felt Thomas stir next to him.
Thomas woke up slowly and was embarrassed when he realized he was clinging to his Daddy all night. "Is it time to go?"
"Almost Son. Go check on Amy and I'll get Dad up."
"Okay Daddy." Thomas climbed out of the bed and hurried upstairs.
The sound of voices made John stir, his face scrunching up as he pressed closer to his husband. Thomas was gone, the stairs were creaking under the boy's weight and he heard the shuffle of feet. Amy was up, too. It was far too early to function properly so he simply curled closer to his husband. "Can we just catch a later flight?" He murmured like a child even though he knew that idea was utterly ridiculous.
"I kept you up late with my prattling thoughts, sorry Love" Sherlock rolled over and gave John a quick kiss on the lips before making himself get up off the bed with a small groan. "You can sleep on the plane, that is if the children let you." He gave his husband a slight smirk and then started getting dressed.
"That's what husbands are for," John replied as he slowly sat up and stretched. The groan from Sherlock caught his attention for a moment before he slid out of bed himself. "Feeling a bit old this morning?" It was expected, he figured. They certainly weren't too young anymore. Hell, he wasn't sure how this vacation was going to treat his body.
Sherlock was about to reply when little Sandi came bounding in. "Hey Baby Girl. Guess you are already to go." He finished dressing and picked her up off the bed. "Come on. Let Dada get dressed in peace. You know he is cranky without his morning coffee." He gave John a slight smirk as he left the room with their daughter.
Thomas came back down the stairs dressed and with his luggage and Amy's.
John returned the smirk before slowly getting dressed, his joints protesting to each movement. He'd definitely need to take some Aspirin before they left for the airport. He finally made his way from the bedroom, smiling warmly at Thomas and ruffling his hair. "Morning, mate," he said with a grin as he moved into the kitchen to set about his typical morning duties. The coffee was starting, a glass of apple juice was poured, and he put the kettle on and got Amy's favorite tea out.
Amy giggled and curled closer to Sherlock's chest, wrapping her legs around her Papa's midsection and yawning. Despite how tired she was, she was bouncing slightly in his arms. "Firstest aeroplane ride," she declared with a grin.
Sherlock smiled at little Sandi. "Yes it is Baby Girl. We will have to wait in a long line before getting on an aeroplane though." He wasn't sure the children would be awake or sleeping most of the flight. It was going to be a long flight and the time difference would probably mess with them a little too. He walked into the kitchen and set Amy down in her chair.
Thomas left the luggage by the stairs and followed the rest of the family into kitchen. Amy was clearly excited but he was feeling nervous and anxious still.
John set about making toast for Amy and Thomas, getting a boiler egg started for himself. Once the drinks were done he set them all on the table. "Our first stop is New York, are you guys excited?" He moved to stand by Sherlock, handing over his husband's cup filled with coffee. He took a sip of his own before finishing the toast and setting the plates on front of Thomas and Amy.
Amy giggled happily and took a sip of her tea before starting to eat her slice of toast. "Does we gets to go to the place with all the lights in New York City?" She asked curiously.
Sherlock nodded a bit. New York City. It had been years since he had been there. A first for the rest of the family though. All the lights? He furrowed his brows in thought. Times Square maybe? "We will see a lot of things there. The statue of liberty, lots of tall buildings and a bunch of other things Baby Girl."
Thomas was having mixed feelings about the trip. He was excited to visit America but he still had major reservations about their mode of transportation.
John leaned to rest his head on his husband's shoulder happily, studying their children with a grin. While Amy seemed rather excited about everything it was clear that Thomas was less than enthusiastic. Once they were off the plane he hoped that their son would be doing far better. "Don't get her all worked up before we're even on the plane," he said with a small smile as he looked up at Sherlock.
Amy squealed and took a bite of her toast as her legs kicked up and down in excitement. Going on a plane and getting to go to a whole different country was going to be the best thing ever, she was utterly sure of it.
Sherlock smirked and then shrugged at John. He grabbed his mug of tea and began sipping on it as he studied their children. At least little Sandi seemed excited to go. Maybe if he talked to Thomas it would help.
Thomas could feel his parents looking at him and he shifted a bit in his seat. He stared at his plate and continued to eat his toast in silence.
Right then, no staring at Thomas. The boy took after John in the aspect of hating the attention on him. "Sorry 'bout that, mate," he said with a small blush, smiling at Thomas before moving a hand to gently squeeze Sherlock's ass. "Oi, c'mon lovely husband, it's time to move our stuff out into the living room and find all of our passports." With one last sip of his coffee he mad his way into their bedroom.
Amy watched her parents for a long moment before glancing at her older brother curiously. "'Mas, I is gonna hold your hand for the whole time," she said softly as she took a small bite of her toast and smiled. "Is that okay?"
Sherlock left his unfinished cup of tea at the table and followed after John. Should he tell his husband what he had thought about all night? "I think am going to talk to Thomas again, before we leave. Alone." He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat, a gesture rarely done by him. "I really haven't been much of a father to the boy and I want to try and change that. Let him know that. What do you think?" Better late than never or was it too late for him?
Thomas looked up from his plate and managed a small smile and nod at Amy. "Okay Sis." He wasn't feeling very talkative right now and he went back to eating his toast quietly.