SFPAC Winter Festival: Christmas, Popcorn Tin
25 Days of Fic-mas: Christmas Morning
John's POV
Several hours are spent cuddling with breaks only to make fresh tea and use the bathroom. They take turns with who is in the middle. He is there the most since both brother's like to use him as a pillow. Eventually, he kisses his lover's foreheads and wiggles out from between them before heading into the kitchen to make up a large tray of pie, cake, biscuits, tea, milk, and flavored bread smothered in creamy buttery. Returning to the living room, he sets it on the table before the sofa, and snuggles back between them.
"Breakfast loves," he murmurs, cupping first Sherlock, then Mycroft's jaw, kissing each long and slow.
Sherlock is the first to grab a fork to cut a piece of cake to offer to his brother with a playful smirk.
Accepting the bite of red velvet with cream cheese frosting cake, Mycroft slowly chews it before swallowing and grabbing a fork to get a piece of blueberry pie to offer to Sherlock.
Sherlock's tongue flicks out of his mouth curling around the tip of the fork before slowly accepting the piece of pie. He sucks on it for a moment before chewing and swallowing the bite. Following that, the boffin leans across him, cupping his brother's face and gently and kissing him languidly.
He watches hotly as the two continue to kiss, hands holding each other still and mouths moving against each other.
The brother's do not break apart until they are both panting, eyes heavy lidded and glazed over./p
"Perfect," he breathes, "look at you two."
A mischievous smile curves the boffin's lips as he reaches out without looking and snags a biscuit, carefully holding it between his lips, the younger man offers it to him, a rather playful expression in his eyes.
He grins in responds, leaning in to accept the biscuit, biting down and kissing his lover close together.
The next several minutes are spent with them taking turns feeding and teasing each other. Affection and passion pass between them.
"This is the perfect sort of Christmas morning," he murmurs when they are done eating, glancing at the brothers curled on either side of him, nearly matching expressions in their beautiful yes.
He is about to say something more when the boffin suddenly speaks.
"Did you get a popcorn tin?" Sherlock inquires out of the blue.
He blinks at the younger man for a minute before smiling and nodding, "Yeah, it's in my old room, I'll go get it." Standing, he glance between the two, enjoying the way Sherlock's pale skin peaks out of his dressing gown while Mycroft is simply wearing his pajama bottoms, not bothering with shirt or slippers. God, he loves his Holmes brothers.
Giving a small shake of his head, he heads upstairs to gather the popcorn tin. He also grabs the Christmas gifts, planning to give them to his lovers. Hopefully they will like them. Returning to the living room, he finds the brothers pressed close together, hands lightly running over each other and lips pressing together in feathery, teasing kisses. Sometime they are kissing each other's lips, other times it is whatever else they can reach.
"Are you going to stare or join us?" Sherlock inquires, lifting his head just the slightest bit from his brother's pale throat.
"I believe he desires for us to open our gifts first," Mycroft remarks, eyes skimming over the packages in his hands.
Sitting up excitedly, the younger brother eagerly looks at the packages.
He hands over the popcorn tin first, chuckling at Sherlock's expression as he looks over the canister before opening it up and just about beaming at the mixed popcorn with. "I see at least five different flavors, and smell seven of them."
"Can you name them?" he inquires as he passes Mycroft his gift.
"Plain, caramel, cheddar, butter, cinnamon, white cheddar, and chocolate," the younger man quickly answers.
He smiles and nods, enjoying the subtle expressions as his lover figures it out.
Next up, Mycroft carefully opens his gift, staring at it with a curious expression. He lifts them out slowly, eyes narrowing as he considers the items.
"Three collars?" the elder brother questions, head tilting to the side.
"Read the inspections Mycroft," he directs his lover quietly.
Flipping them, the politician looks at them , eyes widening as he does so. "John," his lover's voice is full of emotion.
He smiles, happy his gift is more than acceptable. The three collars are simple as far as that goes. The first is smooth and flexible black leather, on the outside it 'Mycroft' in delicate scrawl, on the inside it says 'Property of John and Sherlock' in the same sort of script, the lettering is a creamy gold. The second collar is rich violet leather, just as smooth and flexible, with the inscription on the outside is 'Sherlock' and the script on the inside is 'Property of Mycroft and John'. The third collar is dark red leather, the inscription on the outside is his name, 'John', on the inside is where it gets more interesting, 'Property of Mycroft and Sherlock, my loves and lives now and always'.
"John," the older man repeats before suddenly pulling him in to a tight hug, head tucking in the crook between shoulder and neck.
"It's alright love," he tells the older man, looping his arms around him to hug him back until he is ready to let go.
"My turn!" Sherlock exclaims when Mycroft sits back down. The younger man is nearly vibrating with energy.
He passes the younger man his gift and watches as he opens them.
Happily the boffin opens his gift, carefully pulling what is in it out, "Perfect," his flatmate murmurs, hands carefully stroking the gloves.
"Look at the rest," he directs with a playful smile.
Carefully tugging them out, the younger man's eyes widen in pleasure as he discovers the leather vest and trousers to match, all in supple black with dark red laces on both.
"You remembered," Sherlock gasps, eyes widening.
"A'course," he responds still smiling.
"Now our gifts," Mycroft announces, looking past him to his brother.
Sherlock's head bobs for a moment, and he is on his feet, grabbing something from within his desk and handing the box to him.
He accepts it, opening the box and smiling at the two tone band he discovers. He still wears a ring, mostly because he sees himself as in a committed relationship. Taking it out carefully, he studies it, noticing the subtle differences between the silver and platinum discovering a thin strand gold that is intertwined with the other two metals. On the inside is an inscription, 'Our John, forever'.
Slipping the plain band he wears on his hand off, he slips the new ring on and smiles.
"You two are amazing," he tells them.
"Oh no John, you are, these are surprising and perfect gifts." Sherlock announces, standing once more, "My collar," he demands, holding his hand out.
Mycroft passes the one that says Sherlock to him, and the younger man heads into the bedroom.
"Thank you, these can only be worn here, but they are perfect. I see you got us all collars." The elder brother comments as he carefully offers his.
Accepting it, he turns to his lover and nods, "Of course, we are equals after all, may I?"
"Yes," Mycroft answers simply, turning so he can carefully put it on him.
After it is in place, he turns so the elder brother can put his on. Just as he finishes, Sherlock comes prancing into the room with the new collar and leather outfit on. He was right, it looks like it was painted on and he is so very tasty.
Oh yes, the rest of the day should be good.
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