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John happily accepted the hand and stood up, looking down at their kids and grinning. "Righto," he said happily, bending down and swooping Thomas off his feet while Amy ran forward and held on to Sherlock's leg. "You need to get some food in you, mate. Anything you fancy?" Thomas was nine and definitely a bit too big to be held but every once and a while he simply felt like spoiling his son. "We will get you whatever you want ordered to the room, special just for you."
Amy watched her older brother get picked up and grinned. "I doesn't wants food buts can Dada wash me and then we can sleeps?" She looked up at Sherlock with wide eyes, holding both of her arms up in hopes of being lifted off the ground.
Sherlock smiled and scooped up little Sandi in his arms. "All right Baby Girl. Let's get you ready for bed then." He held their daughter close to his chest and walked over to their towels. He dried off Amy and then himself.
Thomas wasn't prepared to be picked up. Wasn't he too old to be held? If he said anything Dad would probably think he hated him. So, he hugged his Dad instead and nodded.
Right away John could feel how awkward Thomas felt so he placed a quick kiss on the boy's temple before setting him down. "Just a nod doesn't tell me what food you want," he said with a laugh as he handed their son a towel and playfully ruffled his hair. "Unless you're telling me that nodding is now a food and I've completely missed the news!" Part of him figured that Thomas would go right for some sort of delicious American food. "D'you know that here they have the most delicious grilled cheese in the world?"
Amy let herself get dried off before yawning and resting her head against Sherlock's chest. The bandage on her chin was already starting to turn a soft pink color which meant it would probably have to be replaced by the time she woke up in the morning. "'Mas is gonna steal all the blankies," she declared with a soft giggle.
Sherlock eyed the bandage but decided not to fuss over it at the moment. "You want to know a secret? I steal blankets too Baby Girl." He smiled down at Amy and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
Thomas laughed. "Dad, you are being silly." He thought for a moment. "Can we go to an American McDonald's? Do you think it is different than ours?" Even though they didn't eat their often, it was his favorite place to eat.
John bit his bottom lip and studied their son as they started to walk, grabbing the boy's hand as he contemplated what Thomas wanted to eat. It would mean leaving the hotel and they certainly couldn't do that, not with Amy so ready for bed. "How about tomorrow for lunch we go to McDonald's," he said despite his hatred for the place. "Tonight we'll order food up to the room but I can get you a realAmerican hamburger if you fancy that."
Amy looked up at her Papa with wide eyes, a soft smile breaking out on her lips. "'Mas must gets it from you then a'cause yous is both blanket stealers in your sleeps." She nodded her head seriously as she let out a small yawn. "Can I wear my 'jamas with the foots in them?"
Sherlock smiled and kissed the top of little Sandi's head. "Of course you can Baby Girl. I'm sure Dada and Thomas made sure they were packed into your suitcase before we left." He followed after John and Thomas up to their hotel room.
Thomas hesitated, showing his disappointment but then nodded. "All right." He gnawed on his bottom lip as he walked with his Dad.
John smiled warmly down at their son, taking a deep breath to try and get rid of that feeling in his stomach that showed up whenever Thomas looked so disappointed. "I promise that tomorrow we will go and I will even let you get chips instead of apple slices." It pained him to think like that but it would have to do so his son wouldn't look like that.
Amy nodded softly before hiccuping slight against Sherlock's shoulder, licking her lips and relaxing the moment they got in the lift. Once they were all off she kept her eyes locked intently on John as he unlocked the door. "I doesn't wants to take a bath, I just wants to sleep."
Sherlock smiled again. "All right Baby Girl. Let's get you into the bed then." He took their daughter to the bedroom and began getting her ready in her pajamas. "You will need to bathe tomorrow though, all right?"
Thomas grinned happily. "We are in America Dad, they are French fries here!" He giggled and looked over at the telly. "Can we watch American TV?"
John laughed and picked Thomas up as he set the boy down on the other side of the bed from Amy, pulling out his pajamas out of the suitcase. "Change and I will order you some food," he said with a smile as he grabbed the phone. Before long he had a grilled cheese ordered with some apple juice for their son and he was waiting for the knock at the door as Sherlock helped Amy.
"Okay Papa," Amy said happily as she was finally dressed. Right away she popped up on the bed and ran a small circle around the mattress, squealing before jumping up into John's arms. The man caught her with ease and swung her around before setting her back on the bed. Vacation was definitely giving her a lot more energy.
Sherlock watched John and little Sandi with a smile before turning his attention to their son. "I think the telly has video games programmed into it, if you want to play Son." It wasn't something he usually suggested but he figured what the hell, they were on vacation.
Food and American telly were quickly forgotten in favor of playing video games. Thomas ran over to the remote to turn the telly on and found the menu where he could buy movies and video games to play. He found one he would be allowed to play and picked up the controller near the telly.
John placed a soft kiss on Amy's forehead before gently setting her down on the bed. "Don't forget your stuffed animal," he said softly, smiling as she held her stuffed bear close to her chest, curling around it as he pulled the blankets over her little body. "Good night, my baby girl," he whispered as a soft kiss was placed on her forehead. One glance at their son showed that he was completely distracted as the soft knock at the door came and he grabbed the food with ease, setting it down next to Thomas before moving to he and Sherlock's suitcase, quickly changing into a pair of briefs and his pajama pats. "C'mere, love," he said with a soft smile as he climbed on to their bed. Snuggling certainly wouldn't hurt while Amy was fast asleep and Thomas was distracted.
Sherlock got into the bed with John after getting ready for the night. He snuggled up next to his husband, pressing his face into John's neck and draping an arm around his husband's stomach. It was nice to just be close with John like this and he planned on taking advantage of it as much as possible during the trip.
It had been quite a while since they had both just been in the same bed, snuggling like this and letting the world continue on around them. Out of curiosity John kept his eyes locked intently on the television to watch the game Thomas had picked out but out of instinct his hand went to rest right between Sherlock's shoulder blades, gently massaging the skin there. "God, I missed you," he whispered as he turned his head and pressed his nose into the mess of his husband's curls.
"I know Love. I'm sorry." Sherlock was content to just stay like this all night even if he didn't plan on sleeping since he had napped on the plane. He relaxed into and against John completely, eyes closing contently.
And now he was nice and relaxed. Perfect. John bent his neck to place a soft kiss on the top of his husband's head, closing his eyes and simply taking it all in. For the first time in a while he was able to just lay in bed with his husband, take it all in and not worry about the man running off to some odd case. It was perfect. "You don't need to apologize, you didn't know what to do."
Sherlock shifted into John even more, eyes remaining closed. "I shouldn't have been so distant. We have worked on communication so much since being together and I just...shut down." He sighed at his words, trying to remain relaxed. It was times like these he didn't even know why his husband put up with him. Damn it, just stop thinking. He pressed his nose into John's neck tightly, seeking comfort.
John just smiled, pulling his husband a bit closer as he spoke. "I don't think you realize what really happened, love. Losing a parent is a really big thing to deal with." Then again, Sherlock hadn't gone through a lot when his father had passed. "Trust me, it'll all work out. This is what I'm here for. To snuggle and talk with."
"I'm glad I met you. I don't think I would have been able to deal with this on my own." Sherlock refrained from mentioning he would have probably sought comfort in drugs. He supposed he didn't have to really, since John seemed to understand him in ways no one else could, including himself. "I love you." He allowed himself to relax into his husband again, trying to clear his mind.
Hearing things like that from Sherlock made John's heart jump just a bit, beat a little bit faster. His husband was perfect. "I love you, too," he whispered as he pressed his nose into the man's hair and smiled. "And I'm glad I met you because you saved my life." And it was all true. Without Sherlock he knew he probably would have killed himself and none of this wonderful life would be his. No children, no love of his life. "I'm always going to be here for you."
"And I will always be here for you Love." Sherlock was finally calming down. His eyes finally opened and he looked over to their son. Thomas was still busy playing games and trying to eat at the same time. Quite a mess was being made, something that would never happen back at the flat. Fuck it. It was vacation time. Just enjoy the time with the family.
John followed his husband's gaze to look at Thomas, smiling at how wrapped up the boy was in his video game. "A few more minutes, Thomas, and then it's time for bed." Holiday or not they had to set down some sort of ground rules so their kids weren't complete terrors. With a smile he pulled his husband into a tight hug, placing several kisses on his cheek .
Sherlock smirked a bit and then turned his head so he could kiss John on the lips. With Thomas there, he made them quick little kisses. Their son was certainly not fond of their often, open display of affection. He settled back down against his husband, nose resting into John's neck again.
Thomas groaned but didn't argue. He turned off the video game, not bothering to try and save it since there wouldn't be any real point to it. He got ready for bed and then crawled in quietly next to Amy, so he wouldn't wake her.
The little kisses he was getting from Sherlock would have to cut it because John understood how much Thomas disliked when they did worse things in public. Once he saw their son climb into bed he dropped his head, nudging his husband's up with a finger before gently meeting their lips. For the most part he tried to keep it as quiet as possible, hardly moving his lips so hopefully Thomas wouldn't notice.
Sherlock smiled into the kiss. With the children right next to them there wasn't much more they could do right now but snog. He was certain at the beginning of their relationship they wouldn't have been able to stop there but they had mellowed out a bit since having children. He kissed his husband with an eagerness he hadn't realized he'd had really until their lips had met.
Right. More than just a simple kiss then. John didn't mind at all he smiled just a bit, staggering their lips so he could gently suck on Sherlock's bottom one. He softly exhaled through his nose against his husband's cheek, both of his arms wrapping tightly around the man's torso to bring them as close together as possible. They had definitely managed to calm down some from the first days of their relationship and this was definitely proof.
Sherlock smiled and continued the kiss for awhile, having to breathe through his nose. Eventually he broke the kiss, panting a bit. "I was laying here thinking about when we first me and we definitely wouldn't have been able to just stop like this." He laughed softly and nuzzled his head into the side of John's. "I guess that is good thing, but God we've had some amazing shaggings."
Amazing was and understatement for some of the things he had done with his husband but John just laughed and agreed, letting his eyes slip shut as he tried to calm his racing heart. "We definitely couldn't keep our hands off each other a few years ago," he murmured with a small huff of air escaping through his nose. "The children probably enjoy our control though," he added as his body finally started to relax. It had been months since they'd simply been in the same bed together, holding each other without a worry in the world and he had really missed it.
Sherlock mentally went through all the positions, places and other things they had tried along the way. Most of the time, everything had turned out rather well. Even when they had been in hospitals and still shagging without a care in the world. There was a part of him that missed those days but they had a family now. All this thinking about shagging was making him hard and he moved in for a more aggressive kiss with John.
Right away John felt how hard his husband was, returning the kiss with a quiet moan. They needed to get out of the bedroom anything started happening. With a small sigh he pulled away from his husband and gently sat up. "Bathroom. Now." Just the thought of his husband being hard was working him up, too.
Sherlock didn't need to be told twice. He practically tumbled out of the bed in his new found excitement. He remembered to grab the lube before he moved into the bathroom. "I guess we don't have self control after all." He smirked at John, closed the door behind him before moving into to resume kissing his husband. He pressed his body into John's immediately, one hand reaching behind his husband to blindly turn on the shower. The noise of the water would hopefully help drown any of their own noise. It had seemed to work on previous occasions at least.
All John could do was laugh into the kiss, eagerly returning it as his hips rocked easily against Sherlock's thigh. No self control at all but he hardly cared. What had surprised him was Sherlock grabbing the lube. He had figured he could just suck his husband off simply because he wasn't hard at all. Sex would be good, though, because he would get some pleasure from it.
Well, it looked like their plan in the shower was going to happen after all. Sort of anyway. Sherlock wanted to shag the hell out John right now. He had been itching for a rough shagging awhile now and maybe now he would get his chance. He continued the kiss, growling a bit into his husband's mouth. He reminded himself not to make too much noise, as his arms wrapped around John so their bodies were pressed together tightly.
Definitely happening now, there was no turning back. John exhaled sneakily through his nose and reached down to grab his own cock, willing it to get hard so Sherlock wouldn't stop everything he was doing. A rush went through his body as he nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip, rocking his hips forward slowly. When be finally needed a breath he pulled away, panting for breath as he continued to stroke himself. "Want you. God, I need you," he whispered just loud enough for his husband to hear.
Sherlock was anxious but when the kiss broke he glanced down at John. God damn it. Should they stop? If he hesitated too long, it would probably ruin the mood. He gently began moving forward, to back his husband into the shower behind them. Maybe he could help John out a little. He began kissing his husband's neck, leaving a few marks near John's collarbone.
John let out a soft moan, a small sliver running through his body. God, he didn't want his husband to notice but he definitely had. "'M fine. Want to feel you." He was already making the assumption that Sherlock would be topping given how eager he was. Besides, he wouldn't be much use since he was struggling to get an erection in the first place. The marking on his body was helping and a soft sigh escaped his mouth as his cock twitched.
Sherlock smirked as he reached a hand down to trace his fingers along John's inner thigh lightly. The kisses got gentler to match the pace of his fingers, as he lips move up the neck to his husband's ear. "Remember our honeymoon? I shagged in the cargo hold of a plane? Or the alleyway?" He was pulling every trick he knew to help John get hard.
Sherlock's effort was admirable and all John could do was smile, his breathing picking up just a bit as a shiver went up his spine from his husband's soft touches. "How could I forget?" All of those stories were rushing through his head and before long he was starting to get hard. "You are so perfect," he murmured as he moved his free hand to grab Sherlock's erection, starting to stroke it to help keep the man just as excited. "You can start prepping me, I'll get harder when we start, I promise."
The smirk on his lips got bigger. Sherlock was rather pleased with himself right now. He grabbed the lube and prepped John a little roughly, three fingers shoving in at a time. His husband stroking him was making him aggressive again and he began to bite at John's ear with a small, low growl.
John had to bite down on Sherlock's shoulder to keep himself quiet, whimpering into the skin at the sudden roughness of their activities. He knew it had been a while for them both and had guessed they would be rough but it caught him off guard anyway. "Fuck," he murmured as he moved his hand away from his husband's erection to try and calm the man down just a bit. Part of him had a feeling that this wasn't going to last very long at all, especially since they had to stay as quiet as possible.
Sherlock mumbled an apology. He probably should have given John some kind of indicator before being so rough but he was having trouble keeping in control at all right now. It was amazing he was able to keep as quiet as he was. He knew this would probably be a quick shagging but he didn't care. He prepped his husband a bit longer before prepping himself. He entered John with a rough thrust, biting down into his husband's shoulder to stop from moaning too loudly.
And there it was. All of the things happening made John just throw his head back, resting easily against the wall as his chest heaved for any sort of air he could get. Having Sherlock inside of him was the most amazing feeling in the world and all he could do was marginally move hips forward, tightening his legs around the man's hips as he did so. "Sherlock," he whispered as one hand went through his husband's hair. How had they managed to go so long without this?
Sherlock continued with his rough thrusts and made sure to bite and mark John in areas that wouldn't be visible to everyone. Maybe he had more self control than he gave himself credit for. He had one hand wrapped around his husband to hold the other man in place and the other reached between them so he could stroke John's cock in quick short strokes that matched his thrusts inside his husband. "Love being inside of you like this," he murmured into John's shoulder.
More touching and now John had a feeling that he might accidentally wake the children up. "'S good," he whispered as his hips gently started to move. Up meant the warmth of his husband's hand, down meant feeling more of Sherlock slide into him. "G-God, teeth," he added as his hand tangled effortlessly into the man's hair and gave it a gentle tug before pressing Sherlock's mouth back against his shoulder. He was definitely being spoiled.
Sherlock had been right, he didn't last long. He came inside of John with a low, growling moan. "Sorry," he muttered wishing he had been able to last longer. He continued to stroke his husband, determined to get John off as well. He had managed not to collapse and hold onto his husband even though he was feeling a bit exhausted. John wasn't the only one getting older, he didn't have the stamina he used to that was for sure.
Well that hadn't lasted long at all. John smiled just a bit before dropping his hand down to help tightening Sherlock's grip on his erection. It had taken him far too long to get hard and for him it was going to be over too soon but that's how it went sometimes. After several more tight strokes he finally reached his orgasm, moaning into Sherlock's neck as he slowly lowered himself to the ground and instantly slid on to the floor.
"Sorry," Sherlock muttered again. He slumped down next to John, leaning into his husband a bit. He had certainly wanted to last longer than he had. He wasn't sure if age was finally catching up to him too or if he had just wanted a good hard shagging so bad he'd been unable to contain himself. Perhaps a little of both. He sighed at his thoughts, eyes closing as he tried to breathe normally again.
Right away John wrapped his arms around his husband, pressing a kiss against Sherlock's temple with a smile. "Shhh, it's fine," he whispered as he gently started to rock them back and forth. They were both getting a little older so mishaps like that were understandable. They couldn't expect to go as long as they used to and this wasn't the perfect scenario, either. Rushed, in the bathroom, trying to keep quiet so they didn't' wake up the kids. "We've got time, a whole vacation. There are times when we'll have the room to ourselves."
Sherlock nodded a bit. "I'll give you a proper shagging before this vacation is through." He smirked at his husband and kissed John on the lips. "This vacation is going to be fantastic I think. The children are already having fun, we're having fun." He smirked bigger at his husband and gave John another quick kiss on the lips.
"Oh will you?" John said with a smile, returning the kisses happily. They were sitting in the floor in their shower, water pouring over them after a rather quick shag and he was rather sure he'd never been happier in his entire life. "Despite Amy's little fall there I think they are having the time of their lives. I am, too. America is amazing." Getting the chance to share it with his family was even better.
The smirk on his face got bigger. "Your damn right I will and you'll love it." Sherlock leaned over and gave John another kiss on the lips and then moved down to his husband's lower neck and shoulder where he began to suck on it, determined to mark John even further. It had been awhile since he left marks all over his husband. "Love you," he murmured as he moved to nibble on John's ear.
John let out a soft sigh, allowing his head to fall back as Sherlock continued to mark him. It was rather enjoyable and he'd missed this aspect of their physical relationship. At least the man was being smart enough to mark where his shirts would cover them because Thomas would get upset if he saw them. Sometimes the boy astounded him in what seemed to upset him.
Sherlock smirked, pleased with himself. John was certainly enjoying things. He stopped nibbling on his husband's ear to kiss John on the lips again, simply because he rather fancied the idea of snogging his husband senseless right now. The water was beginning to get cold but he didn't care.
All of the kissing was literally driving him nuts and all John could do was let Sherlock control it, occasionally sucking at the man's tongue and moaning slightly. This was exactly what they both needed and with the kids asleep for a while they had time to just be with each other without an interruption. One hand moved to run through his husband's hair, tugging at it gently.
Sherlock growled lightly into the kiss. When had been the last time John had pulled his hair? God, it felt wonderful. He didn't want to break the kiss, so like usual he began breathing through his nose heavily. He moved to straddle his husband, arms wrapping around John so he could scratch at his husband's back
They were definitely getting more rough than John thought they would. All he could do was return the kiss, pulling Sherlock closer as he moaned and whimpered into the man's mouth. Scratching and heavy breathing. It had been years, it felt, since they had done anything like this. How had he gone so long without this? After another moan he moved a hand so his thumb could run roughly over his husband's nipple, grinning a bit into the kiss.
At this rate, Sherlock wondered if he would be able to get hard because Jesus this was all feeling rather wonderful. He finally broke the kiss so he could breathe normally, albeit rapidly. "God, you taste wonderful." He leaned his head against his husband's shoulder while he caught his breath. He wiggled into John, moaning softly from the slight friction. One hand stopped scratching to blindly turn off the cold water pouring down on them.
With the water finally off all John could do was hold Sherlock as small shivers ran through his body. The man was probably going to get another erection and he would happily take care of it because the man deserved everything. "I brushed me teeth," he joked back, a smile on his face. "You're driving me mad, Sherlock. We haven't done this in years and I don't think I realized how much I missed it."
Sherlock was rather enjoying everything going on at the moment. They hadn't been this rough in awhile. He wanted to spend the rest of the night shagging John like on their honeymoon. He knew the chances of that were slim to none given both their ages. He continued to writhe into his husband and resumed the kissing.
Sherlock was definitely going to get hard again and for a quick moment John felt a spark of jealousy because he knew that he didn't have that chance at all. But the man was his husband and he was going to give the man the attention he deserved. "Get hard again," he murmured as he pulled away from the kiss and dropped his mouth to Sherlock's shoulder. Without hesitation one hand moved to wrap around his husband's cock to start stroking him. "I'll suck you off."
Get hard again? Sherlock liked that idea but he wasn't sure...Oh God...John was stroking him and it felt wonderful. He whimpered into his husbands neck. "What about you?" John deserved to get off again. Maybe one of those blue pills would help? He nipped lightly at his husbands neck careful not to mark it.
To silence his husband John turned and captured his mouth, giving him a slow, passionate kiss to keep him from talking. The last thing he could do was get hard again and his pills took a bit too long to kick in as it was. At this point it wasn't really worth it to him and Sherlock a more important anyway. "'M fine," he finally murmured, smiling to back the statement up. "Let me spoil you."
Sherlock returned the kiss readily, John was a rather fantastic kisser. Not that he had anyone to compare to. Well that wasn't quite true. There had been that doctor. Damn it. Focus. Now was not the time to think about another man. He hadn't realized his kiss had faltered but he continued it as soon as he noticed, hoping John hadn't.