Author's Note:
See? I told you I would try to update sooner! I am glad everyone seems to be enjoying this story as much as the previous ones!
The small jostle of the plane made John snap awake, taking a noisy deep breath in before lifting his head a bit. His first thought was Thomas and he instantly looked over at their son. Sitting straight, hands gripping his arm rests. "Shhh, mate, 's all right," he murmured as he motioned his head for Sherlock to reach across the aisle and comfort him the best that he could.
Amy gasped a bit, eyes wide as she looked at Thomas. Just a moment ago he had been just fine and now he was panicking. What had happened? Was it because the aeroplane had jumped a bit? "'Mas, 's okay," she whispered as she folded the book shut and curled tighter against his side.
Damn turbulence. Their son had finally started to relax and then this. Sherlock reached around and gently touched Thomas' arm. "Nothing to worry about Son. It may happens a few times during the flight."
Thomas marginally calmed down from his family comforting him. How could the all be okay after the aeroplane moved like that? He glanced around at the other passengers, no one else seemed to even notice. "I'm fine," he muttered as he forced himself to let go of the armrests.
That was the best they could do, especially since they were sitting across the aisle from Thomas. "Good job," John whispered to his husband with a small smile, squeezing the man's other hand happily. Sherlock was doing a rather fantastic job at calming their son down.
When Thomas started to relax Amy noticed it right away, holding him a bit closer to her as she looked up at him. "Hi, 'Mas," she whispered with a smile, slowly moving up to her knees so she could place a kiss on his cheek.
Sherlock shrugged with a slight smirk. "I didn't do anything really, despite being amazing and perfect." The smirk got bigger as he turned and looked at John.
Thomas smiled sheepishly. "I'm fine Sis." He shifted in his seat some, feeling a little stupid since his younger sister was taking care of him when it was his job to take care of Amy.
"Oi, hush up," John whispered with a smile as he stretched his back a bit to meet the man's lips. "You'll look more perfect with my dick in your mouth tonight," he muttered, his voice low enough so nobody else would hear it. That was mostly what was on his mind at the moment since he was banking on their kids falling asleep once they got there.
Amy nodded and let out a small yawn, letting her eyes slip shut as she clutched a bit at Thomas' shirt. "'Mas, can I sleeps? A'cause I am tired so I wants to." But she didn't even wait for an answer, starting to relax against him happily as she fell asleep.
Sherlock smirked again. "One track mind, Love. I like that." He leaned over and gave John a slow, lingering kiss. People were staring again, but he didn't care. With any luck their children would want to sleep like they hoped.
Thomas knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. An inflight movie had started, so he decided to try and distract himself with it.
The kiss drew a small sigh from John, his eyes drifting shut as he moved a bit closer to his husband. "The last time we were on a plane you shagged me in the cargo hold," he whispered with a small, soft chuckle. That had been when they were young and just married. It had been fantastic.
Sherlock smirked. "As I recall, you rather liked it." He moved in for another kiss. Amy was sleeping and Thomas appeared to be watching whatever movie had started. He was going to take advantage of all the snogging he could, not caring if other passengers stared at them.
Of course he'd liked it. How could he not? Having Sherlock take him from behind had been one of the most fantastic shags of John's life. "Of course I enjoyed it," he whispered before slowly returning the second kiss. They had never been so daring in public but he could hardly care. Snogging Sherlock was one of his favorite things and he was going to take advantage of each second.
"I know, I did too." Sherlock was half tempted to pull John into his lap but that might be going a little too far even for them. God, he wanted to shag his husband right now. Snogging would have to do, he supposed. He continued to kiss John until he heard the cart being pushed down the aisle by a flight attendant. "Lunch soon, we should probably behave a bit." When had he learned to have this kind of self control?
John let out a short, unsatisfied grunt. Bloody flight attendant. The last thing he wanted to do was bloody behave. After having a bit of Sherlock like that he just wanted more. It was like dangling something in front of him and teasing him. But then some food was set down in front of him, rather nice food at that, and he smiled happily. At least it was going to be worth it. "This looks all right for plane food, I guess," he murmured as he took a small bite.
Amy continued to sleep and the flight attendant smiled happily, clearly planning on keeping the young girl's meal warm until she woke up.
Sherlock shrugged a bit. Food was food to him. Taste had never been much of a deciding factor when it came to eating for him. He wasn't terribly hungry but he decided to eat a few bites anyway.
Thomas shook his head. He was afraid to eat. He was still too nervous about flying and he was certain food would make him run to the bathroom and throw up and he had no intention of leaving his seat during the flight.
John started to eat his food slowly, letting his leg fall to the side to stay in contact with his husband in some way. Before long he noticed that Thomas had turned his meal down. "Hey, mate." He leaned forward so their son would be able to see him. "Would you want a few bites from mine just so you aren't hungry?"
Sherlock had noticed Thomas hadn't gotten food, but he figured he had no real right to question the boy about since he rarely ate himself. Besides John had already done it.
Thomas shook his head again and tried to concentrate on the stupid movie playing and not the aeroplane ride.
Right. No eating, then. John shifted slightly in his seat and took another small bite before glancing out the window. No clouds and all he could see was water beneath them. "Look, Sherlock," he whispered with a small smile. "Look how beautiful it is down there." It was hard to believe how massive the ocean was beneath them.
Scenery wasn't something he particularly admired, but he leaned over to look out the window. Sherlock nodded a bit and went back to eating the food. He glanced over to their son. Thomas appeared to be doing better since hitting some minor turbulence. With clear weather ahead, the ride should be smoother and then hopefully the boy wouldn't have anything else to worry about.
"Oi, it's romantic," John whispered as he turned his head to his husband to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm trying to turn you on and such, make you all frustrated on the plane," he added with a small laugh. It wasn't working, though, so he simply returned to his meal. When he heard Amy waking up with her typical yawn and small squeak he couldn't help but smile at the fact that the flight attendant was already bringing her food out.
"Thanks you," Amy said happily, grinning up at her before slowly digging in and starting to eat. The fact that it was aeroplane food clearly didn't bother her at all and she ate it happily before pausing to glance up at Thomas. "Does you wants a bite?"
Right. Of course. He wouldn't know romantic if it hit him in the face. "Sorry," Sherlock muttered. His attention shifted over to the children once little Sandi started waking up and couldn't help the small smile on his face.
Why did everyone keep offering him food? Couldn't they just leave him alone? Don't get mad. Amy didn't know. "No thank you, Sis." There. Thomas sighed and went back to trying to watch the boring movie. It was better than thinking about how high they were and all the things that could go wrong.
John leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his husband's cheek before returning to his meal. "So are we just walking around Times Square tomorrow? I think they'd like that," he stated around a bite of food. "Take them to a few places. Buy them a few things."
Amy nodded and took a small bite, clearly struggling a bit with her utensils. A look of determination crossed her face as her tongue was stuck between her teeth. Thomas was watching a movie and she didn't want to bother him. So with a deep breath she continued to slowly cut up the little bit of lasagna that the aeroplane had served as the meal.
Sherlock looked back over to John and gave a small nod. "That sounds good Love." It would be a good, easy way to start the vacation while the family recovered from the jet lag. He glanced over at their son briefly and then back to his husband. "He is doing better than I thought he would," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth so only John could hear.
Shoot. He was a horrible brother wasn't he? Thomas looked down at Amy struggling with the lasagna. "Here Sis, let me help." He reached over and gently took the fork and knife from her and began cutting up the food.
John nodded instantly in agreement, chewing his final bite and smiling at the flight attendant as she took his empty plate. "Very good. The bit of turbulence didn't help but I think Amy really is." He let out a small cough before looking back over at their kids. A rush of pride went through him as he watched Thomas help Amy with her food. "He's such a good kid and I constantly find myself in awe of him."
Amy looked up at him and smiled happily, leaning to rest her head against him. "Thanks," she whispered happily. "You's is the bestest older brother ever, 'Mas." Over the past few months she could slowly started adopting any mannerisms she could to act exactly like her older brother.
Sherlock smirked a bit. "Remember when we first met him, what a little wretch he was? I guess we did something right." Their son was turning out to be better than he had ever expected. Would that ever change? Would the world finally catch up to Thomas and show the boy just how cruel it could be? It was bound to happen he supposed and he just hoped, Thomas would be able to better for it and not worse.
Thomas gave a small smile and shrugged. "It is what older brothers are supposed to do." Except, he sometimes wondered. Daddy and Uncle Mycroft seemed to fight an awful lot. Especially after Grandma had died. The thought made him sniffle and he shut that door before he would cry. No crying. He hated it. He was going to have to write in his journal later. Maybe that would help.
John couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the first time they had met Thomas. God, he'd been attached to Sherlock at the hip and had hated him with all the power possible in his little body. "We've done a very good job with him. I think he has turned out better than he would have if..." He cut himself off and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. Best not go there because it would only make him start worrying more.
Amy giggled and gently took the fork from Thomas' hand, taking a small bite of the lasagna that had been cut up. "'S good," she declared as she scooped up another bit and eagerly chewed it. The food was providing a good distraction for her because without it she had a feeling she was going to go crazy with having to sit for so long.
Sherlock had lost himself in thought he had actually missed what John said. He blinked, as he pushed his thoughts from his mind. Shit. What had his husband said? Maybe John hadn't noticed he had lost himself. Unlikely since his husband usually did.
Thomas smiled at Amy. "Good. I am glad you like it Sis." He was missing the movie but he didn't mind because he hadn't been enjoying it anyway. It was something called 'Biodome' and he supposed it was supposed to be a comedy but he didn't understand most of the jokes.
"Hey, where did you run off to?" John moved and put a gentle hand on Sherlock's knee, rubbing this thumb against the fabric of the man's trousers soothingly. "You are always wandering off into your head, I am curious about what you've been thinking about." Hopefully it wasn't something he didn't want to hear.
Amy yawned as she continued to eat, licking her lips eagerly as she tried to get herself to wake up a bit. Staying awake for Thomas' sake was her plan. "I think that this aeroplane food is really good. Why does this food taste better than when Papa makes it?"
Right. Not only had John noticed, his husband had asked about it. Sherlock hesitated before answering. "I was just wondering if Thomas would ever change. When he gets out into the world. Do you think we have sheltered them too much?"
Thomas raised his eyebrows. "No way! Papa is the best cook ever!" He dropped his head to whisper in Amy's ear conspiratorially. "Papa is even better than Dada."
Well, he had asked so John had to accept the answer, didn't he? "I don't think they are too sheltered at all," he replied simply. "I think they've seen us go through life and argue about money. Thomas goes to a school where he's had to deal with bullies. I think that...I think that he is already changed a bit, to be honest." Maybe the real world would change him a bit but he hoped it would be for the better.
Amy gasped and looked up at her older brother with wide eyes. "Betters?" That sounded completely impossible to her because she had seen Dada make eggs and all sorts of dinners but had hardly seen Papa cook.
Maybe John was right. Like usual, he was just worrying about stupid things. Sherlock shifted in his seat, in an attempt to be a little more comfortable. First class offered more leg space but with his long legs that extra space didn't make much of a difference.
Thomas nodded. "Uh-huh. Papa just doesn't cook as much because..." He trailed off because well, he didn't know why really. Maybe Daddy didn't like cooking?
John noticed the small shift and then moved over a bit to give Sherlock a bit more room so he could shift to sit diagonally to give his legs more room. "Here, c'mere," he whispered as he wrapped an arm gently around his husband's lower torso so the man would rest against him. "Just lay back and you will have a bit more room." His hand rested gently on Sherlock's lower stomach to help him relax.
Amy giggled a bit and smiled up at the flight attendant as she took away her plate. "Thanks you, ma'am," she said softly before curling into Thomas' side with a small yawn. Definitely nap time again but it was clear she was determined to keep herself awake for the sake of her older brother. "So, 'Mas, does you has fun at school?"
Sherlock leaned into John readily, and stretched out his legs a bit. "Thank you Love." He tilted up his head and gave John an awkward kiss on the lips given the angle and their relative positions to each other.
Thomas liked learning things at school, but he didn't like most of his classmates. "Yeah, I do. You get to learn all kinds of things there." He enjoyed finding out stuff. It made him a nerd, a dork, an outcast at school but he didn't care. Hopefully, Amy wouldn't have to go through some of the things he did. He would beat up anyone mean to his sister. He didn't care he wasn't supposed to fight anymore.
John smiled and returned the odd kiss before lifting a hand up to run it through Sherlock's hair. "Anything for you," he whispered happily as he moved to press his nose into his husband's unruly curls. "Might as well get used to being close to me because it i.3s going to be happening a lot during the vacation," he added with a smirk.
Amy looked up at him with wide eyes. "I likes to learn all sorts of things," she explained happily. "A'cause learning, it's fun and then I can gets a job and be smarts like Papa and Dada," she added with a nod. Next year she'd get to start school for her first year and she couldn't contain her excitement.
Sherlock closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of John's fingers in his hair. "I certainly will and definitely enjoy it." He shifted again, if only to snuggle closer to his husband. Even though they were in seats on a aeroplane this was rather comfortable. Leave it to John to be able to relax him and possibly put him to sleep.
Thomas smiled at Amy. "It is. I am sure you will love school and make a lot of new friends." He hoped so anyway. He didn't want his sister to go through what he did at school.
That was exactly what John had wanted. While it was nice to have the children calm and behaved on the flight, being able to get Sherlock to calm down and hopefully fall asleep was quite the accomplishment. "I know you will," he whispered as he relaxed his own body as he slipped his eyes shut. "Take a nap, love, don't want jet lag to catch up with you."
Amy looked up at Thomas excitedly. "Lotsa new friends? That sounds so cool. Does you has lotsa friends at school, too?" She looked up to her brother and he was, literally, the most perfect thing in the world to her. She wanted to grow up and be just like her older brother.
Sherlock wasn't sure he would nap, but maybe. John was always able to make him relax and even sleep, when not tired. "Perhaps I will. We'll see." He snuggled into his husband a bit more, letting his eyes close but not sleeping yet.
Thomas hesitated before answering. Friends? Him? He supposed he had a few. "Yeah, I have some."
John couldn't help but grin just a bit, moving his other hand to gently scratch at the top of Sherlock's stomach through his shirt. All he managed to do was start the lull himself to sleep, really, and now he was starting to regret it. "Wake me up if anything goes wrong, yeah?" He bit his bottom lip and let out a small sigh before relaxing completely.
"Some? I bets you's is the most popular guy in school," Amy declared with a nod as she looked up at him. "I wish I could go to schools with you a'cause then we would be bestest friends and everybody would be jealous of me."
Sherlock smirked a bit, but kept his eyes closed. Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad idea after all. The children were awake though, so perhaps now wasn't the best time to take one. He cracked open an eye to see how they were doing.
Most popular? Him? No way. Thomas didn't want to be popular anyway. Those kids always seemed to be the ones to bully others. Dad and Daddy seemed to be sleeping maybe they should too. "Come on Sis, let's nap."
Amy bit her bottom lip and looked up at Thomas for a long moment before shifting a bit in her chair. Before undoing her seat belt she glanced up to make sure the light was on before eagerly pulling it away and curling into her older brother's side. "Is you actually gonna nap, 'Mas?" The grin on her face was nothing but playful as she arched her back and placed a quick kiss on the boy's cheek.
Sleep. He probably should, right? Thomas nodded a bit and shifted so he could be more comfortable in the seat, so that perhaps he could actually find sleep while on the aeroplane. Dad and Daddy seemed to have found it easily enough and so had Amy earlier. "Yes, Sis." He would try anyway but wasn't sure if it would happen. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.