"Are they all settled?" Aloysius Holmes reclined on the large four poster bed in a pair of elegant pale grey silk pyjama trousers.
"Yes. John went out like a light. Sherlock wasn't far behind, but he had to keep asking questions." Teddy pulled off his shirt. "I think he's actually excited about his birthday."
"I must say John Watson is an excellent influence. I do hope they stay friends. I think they could do wonderful things together." Aloysius smiled at Teddy, watching him undress. The years had done nothing to diminish their feelings for one another and when Aloysius looked at Teddy, he supposed he still saw him as the beautiful boy he had known in his youth. Which was rather wonderful.
"I have no doubt they will." Teddy pulled on dark blue pyjama trousers, the silky material sliding sensuously up his muscular legs.
"I just hope the other two work out that there is more to a relationship than sex." Aloysius sighed and opened his arms wide for Teddy to embrace him.
"Well it took us long enough." Teddy settled down next to the big man, smiling wickedly. "And I'm still not entirely convinced."
"Hmm, neither am I. Shall we do some more research into the matter?"
"I think we should. Just to be on the safe side." Teddy was just about to push his pyjama trousers off when the door of the bedroom opened. Sherlock stood looking bereft in the door way, one hand clutching on to John's tiger and the other holding up his wet pyjama bottoms. Teddy sighed and hauled himself off the bed.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock spoke in a small voice, looking confused. "I didn't mean to."
"It's all right. It was an accident." Teddy put the tiger safely out of the way and turned his attention back to Sherlock. The small boy shivered slightly.
"I tried to get to the bathroom, but I wasn't quick enough." Sherlock stepped out of his soggy trousers.
"Well let's get you cleaned up and back to bed then." Teddy shepherded Sherlock towards the bathroom, giving a slightly rueful look at his waiting lover.
"Thank-You" Aloysius said it quietly.
"What for?"
"For being the father of my children." Aloysius Holmes smiled and raised his eyebrow suggesting that once Sherlock was sorted there would be a worthwhile reward waiting for Teddy.
Greg was fast asleep on top of Mycroft, who was surprisingly comfortable. Mycroft's erection pushed lazily into Greg's stomach and Greg gently rose and fell with Mycroft's steady breathing. In his sleep, although both boys were unaware of it, Greg nuzzled against Mycroft's neck and drank in the musky scent. It seemed to comfort him and calm his dreams. Mycroft placed a protective hand across Greg's back, drawing him closer and pressing his hardness more firmly into Greg's body, the tip rubbing against the taught stomach muscles and leaking. In the morning both boys would find themselves covered in their mingled ejaculate, but for the time being, neither woke.