Chuckling a little and shaking his head at his ridiculous lover - yes, he can use that word now, lover - before he turns his head to look at the detective. "Maybe later. I'm not 20 anymore, I need a bit of recovery time." he says with a little smile. "How about I make some tea?" He offers, starting to move out of the cocoon of Sherlock's arms and the blanket, sighing at the loss of the warmth.
Though he releases the doctor from his arms, Sherlock grumbles a little, closing the blankets back up around himself afterwards. "Fine.." he says with a slight pout, walking over to the window to look down at Baker Street. "I don't suppose you'll let me dip into my secret stash." He says as he glances over at John.
"Nope. Sex does not constitute that sort of emergency." John points out with a smirk, licking his lips a little. "Though, if things keep up like they are, I might let you keep a pack in your end table, for post-coital use only." He notes with a small smirk before he retrieves his shirt and slides it on before he goes about making tea, pulling out some jammie dodgers that Sherlock pulled out, smirking a little. "You never did tell me much about your childhood." He points out over his shoulder as he pulls out two mugs and starts to prepare them.
"And you never told me about your time in Afghanistan." Sherlock points out in return with a slight smirk, finally turning away from the window and walking toward the kitchen. "I will answer your questions if you answer mine." He offers as he watches John, smirking a little and leaning against the door frame, before he shuffles up behind the doctor again, lowering his chin to the older man's shoulder.
John sighs a little, but then he nods, knowing that he agreed to tell Sherlock what he wants to know, and at least the detective is willing to give him something in exchange. "Alright.." he offers, finishing the tea and turning a little to hand the taller man his tea before he walks over and sits back down on the couch, legs extended.
Following John over, Sherlock sits down at the opposite end of the couch, turning and putting his legs up on the couch as well, on either side of the older man's legs. He sips his tea, tapping his foot against the other man's hip gently. "Ask your first question." He says with a little smirk.
John chuckles a little as he watches Sherlock, though he's glad they're facing eachother for the moment since that makes it a little easier to read Sherlock, if anything could be considered 'easy' about that. He considers for a few moments, then he takes a deep breath. "You've told me a little about what growing up was like..." he pauses. "But what about your father? What happened to him?" He asks curiously, not wanting to push too hard but he's kind of curious.
Sherlock nods a little, as if he were expecting this question, and he looks down at his tea. "Like Mycroft, my father held what he called a minor position in the British government." he says as he looks at his tea. "He was never around much, and officially, he died in a car crash when I was eight. I looked into it later in life, and the circumstances were suspicious to say the least." He says as he finally looks up at John, smiling a little as he sips his tea. "When I was younger, I thought that was the reason that Mycroft went into government. Besides following in our father's footsteps, I imagined it was to find out what truly happened to Father." For a few moments he's silent, and then he watches John closely. "This isn't related to Afghanistan, but I want the answer all the same.. If you had the chance, would you return to the army?" He asks, looking down into his teacup.
John listens and considers the answer he gets, nodding quietly and then he looks up slowly. "If I had the chance?" He repeats quietly as he gives it serious thought, then he looks back at Sherlock, lowering one hand to rest it along the younger man's lower leg, rubbing his shin for a moment. "No." He finally decides, shaking his head slightly. "I helped people over there, I won't deny that." he says quietly as he looks at Sherlock. "But being here, with you.. this is my life now. Helping chase down criminals with you. I don't think I could go back to a place like Afghanistan after living this life. I guess I'm a little too soft now." he says with a little smirk as he watches the other man, looking down at his hand on the detective's leg, rubbing lightly for a moment, fingertips trailing down over the pale, bony foot of his companion. "This is my life, and as strange as it might sound, I doubt that I could be away from you for that long." He adds with a little chuckle.
Considering this before putting his finished tea aside, Sherlock watches the older man in front of him. "Good." he says happily, smiling, his foot twitching a little when John touches it, since they've always been sensitive. "Your question." He prompts as he shuffles down on the couch a little, bending his legs and then reaching to grab John's ankles, pulling them under his legs so that no one ends up kicking sensitive parts.
John thinks for a few moments, finishing his tea and putting his mug aside as well. "How old were you when you realized you might like either gender?" he asks curiously, feeling himself blush brightly, avoiding looking at Sherlock because this is kind of an intimate question. And while they are in a relationship, he knows Sherlock doesn't like to talk about his feelings, no matter what he promised.
"I was thirteen." Sherlock explains as he looks up at John. "As you know, puberty usually comes in the teen years, and that is when anyone finds out who they are attracted to." He says as he looks at John. "I observed other boys talking about women, some of them even smuggled pornographic magazines into school to ogle at. You know my mind, John. When I find a problem, I need to collect all the data that I can. So I started to examine the forms of both men and women in order to see which I preferred. I noticed rather quickly that I didn't have a preference. I admired the forms of women and men equally. Of course, I knew which society would have preferred I like." he says before he smirks a little. "I was never one to conform to society standards." He says with a sly grin.
With an agility that John envies, he watches the detective shift and rock forward, feet going under him until he's straddling John's legs lightly as Sherlock ducks in to give John a quick kiss, quickly moving back to his previous position. Chuckling a little, John continues to watch the man in front of him and he nods. "I should have known it was something like that. I bet you went to a posh school, too. I can just imagine you as a teenager, in your school uniform, staring at people in that way you have, making them uncomfortable." he says with a little chuckle.
"It's my turn again, I had better make it a good one.." Sherlock says with a little smirk. "You said this is all new to you, didn't you have any encounters with men in the army?" He asks with a little smirk as he looks at the older man.
Turning an even brighter shade of red, John clears his throat a little, and avoids looking at Sherlock for a few moments, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his head. "There were a couple of times.. Stress relief types of things, helping a mate out with a quick wank, but it never went into... kissing, or.. anything like that." he says with a little shake of his head. "Everything I have with you, Sherlock, is all new." Shifting uncomfortably for a few moments, the older man stares at the long legs of the detective.
Once again those long legs disappear as Sherlock shifts forward onto his knees, sitting on John's legs lightly around the older man's knees. "No need to be embarrassed, John. It's perfectly natural." he says with a slight smirk, keeping his position, slightly closer to John than before but not pressed against him, giving them both the illusion of not being too clingy or needy, while still satisfying any need for closeness.
Looking up at the detective, John rests his hands on the detective's knees gently, watching him and thinking about it for a few moments. He can tell the younger man is getting impatient, and he laughs a little.
"Give me a minute. I have to think up an equally embarrassing question for you."
Ugh.. Sorry, sorry. I had this idea, and it just hasn't come out the way I exactly wanted it to. Sitting at the computer is hard today, I fell on my butt on some ice at work, which does not make my back feel good, and made it hard for me to focus on this tonight. But I didn't want to disappoint anyone by missing a chapter. :)
Anyway, that means this is the only fic I'm updating tonight, and even this update is.. not up to par. But in 21 chapters, I suppose I'm bound to have a dud or two. Heheh.
The next part of this should have more interesting questions/answers. If there's anything you want John/Sherlock to ask, feel free to message me, or leave a review or something, and I'll see what I can do!
Reviews/Comments welcome!