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It eight in the morning and the sun was streaming through the curtains of John and Sherlock's hotel room. Sherlock was pressed up against his husband's back, sleeping soundly. John, however, wasn't sleeping as soundly. The light was just hitting his face and in his state of semi consciousness he could feel something jutting into his lower back, but he wasn't quite sure what.

After a few minutes, he had worked it out. Sherlock had morning wood, and John was quickly growing his own. He popped his head up to ensure that the door to their room was shut and that Hamish hadn't left his room in the suite to come to theirs. Once he was sure that they were all clear, he lay back down and pressed back into Sherlock and wriggled his hips.

Sherlock groaned a bit in his sleep and he pressed back lightly into John. He wrapped his right hand around and slipped his hand under the elastic of John's boxers. Soon John was rolling over and they were rocking together, moaning softly into each other's mouths. He gripped both of Sherlock's lower cheeks tightly, kneading them roughly and teasing Sherlock's entrance with an outstretched finger. Both of them knew that they wouldn't actually make it to penetration, but it caused Sherlock to buck harder against John's groin and made them both groan again.

Morning sex was generally a fairly quick ordeal with them, and today was no exception to that rule. As much as they couldn't be bothered to take their clothes off to feel the friction of skin against skin. John was rapidly reaching the point of no return when Sherlock stilled.

"Sherlock-" John began to moan especially seductively. He could feel Sherlock's erection begin to flag and began tried to resume movement so it returned.

"Hush, John. Listen," Sherlock whispered.

John's ears perked up, and after a few seconds, he heard the light footsteps of small feet approaching their room.

He groaned and rolled over so his back was facing Sherlock. "Thank God we kept our pants on," he said, a slight whine tinting his voice as their door was thrown open and their seven-year-old son launched himself into the center of their bed and began jumping up and down.

"Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa! Up up up!" he shouted in an effort to make sure that John and Sherlock were awake so they could get on with their vacation.

Sherlock pulled their son down between them and began to tickle him. Hamish squealed and tried to get his Dad to join in with them. John was having trouble though. He was busy trying to get past the fact that he was incredibly frustrated that he and Sherlock had been interrupted for the third time since Hamish had started walking. These cockblocks weren't just aggravating. They were getting worrying. Sherlock noticed how agitated John was, and stopped tickling Hamish.

"Why don't you go into your room? You can get dressed and get ready for the day, and then we'll go down and get some breakfast," Sherlock suggested.

Hamish jumped up excitedly and hopped off the bed. "Close our door so we can get changed too!" Sherlock called as he left. Eager to please his Papa, Hamish doubled back and slammed the door a bit too forcefully.

John had sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He wondered if he had time to move his daily shower to the morning so he could have a quick wank before they had to start the day. He didn't have enough time to think through the idea any more when in seemingly one swift motion Sherlock was pulling him back onto the bed, yanking down his boxers, and taking his entire cock into his mouth. John threw his head back and bucked into his husband's mouth. It didn't take him long to spill into his husband's mouth, and he quickly righted himself so he could plunge his hand into Sherlock's boxers and yank furiously on his cock.

As John lay on the bed catching his breath, he couldn't stop thinking about how many times Hamish had nearly caught them. As he watched Sherlock's delectable body moving into their bathroom, he sighed and resolved to be much more careful in the future with their lovemaking. As much as he loved having wild and passionate sex with his husband, he couldn't have Hamish walking in on them during such a private moment. He just couldn't.

A/N: A bit shorter today. I tried to make it longer, but it just got rambly, and I quite liked the prompt and didn't want to get rid of it. As always, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or followed this story, and if anyone has suggestions or constructive criticism or wants to shower me with praise (you know you want to), please feel free to review.

I own nothing. My deepest and sincerest apologies to ACD and Moftiss for killing their characters.