Author's Note:
Basically just a cute Johnlock chapter.
And there it was. John looked over at Sherlock with a soft smile as both of their children slept. So far their day had been more stressful than anything and part of him wondered how much of the island the kids could take in. "Could we save Ellis Island until tomorrow and take them back to the hotel?" His voice was soft so both of their kids could stay asleep.
Sherlock nodded. "Yes, of course. We can get up early and we can drive, take a ferry over and explore it for as long as they want. Is everything all right with Thomas?" He could tell something was amiss but he wasn't entirely sure what. Maybe John would be willing to share since both of their children were now asleep.
John took a deep breath as they started making their way to the hotel, holding Thomas closer at the thought alone. "When he got a bit lost somebody tried to grab him," he said softly, looking at Sherlock as a frown tugged at his lips. "A man in the street blatantly tried to grab Thomas and when I found him the man had a good hold on his arm. I tackled the bloke to the ground and grabbed Thomas after that but I think the experience really shook him."
Sherlock tensed at John's words. Someone had tried to take Thomas? Someone from Moriarty's ring maybe? A sexual predator? Perhaps someone in people trafficking ring? His mind swirled with all kinds of possibilities. "Should have knocked the man unconscious," he muttered with narrowed eyes.
"Doing that would have probably drawn some attention to us and I couldn't risk getting arrested again," John added softly as he looked up at the man and shrugged. "I found him and got him so we are all good now," he explained as he turned his head to press a soft kiss against their son's temple. "I was just so scared and I would have blamed myself for losing him."
Sherlock smirked a bit. "You seemed ready to punch that lady earlier." Once they were underground, he paid for his family to get on the Subway. He briefly glanced at the map so he would know which stop to get off that would be closest to their hotel. He found a spot where they could sit next to each other. There were quite a few people but not completely crowded.
At that comment John could do nothing more than chuckle, sitting down next to his husband with a small shrug. "I love my family too much to constantly hear people degrading it. I don't see why my marriage has anything to do with how I bring up my children. I think we've done a fantastic job without the help of a mum for either of them." All he could do, really, was stand up for them the best he could manage.
"We have done rather well, haven't we? Or maybe we just are lucky that our kids aren't right terrors." Sherlock shifted little Sandi slightly to one side so he could snuggle just a little closer to John. They hadn't had much contact today and he had missed it. Maybe once they got to the hotel they could snuggle and maybe snog a little if the children were still sleeping.
With Sherlock closer to him John just smiled, looking over at the man happily. "Yeah, we got lucky there, didn't we?" He laughed softly as he looked down at Thomas who was easily sleeping against him. "When we get them in their bed we can lay on ours, hold each other," he whispered as he turned to place a gentle kiss against his husband's lips.
Sherlock returned the kiss with a smile. "I like the sound of that." They had been doing more of that since the vacation had started and he didn't mind one little bit. "Maybe I will tell you about how I came to live in America for awhile. It isn't a very...happy story...but you had mentioned you wanted to know more about it."
"I don't care if it's happy or not," John said softly, licking his lips before taking a deep breath. "I want to know everything about you because you're my husband," he added with a sure nod. Happy or sad didn't matter to him because it had put both of them together in the end and now he was here to make sure that nothing bad ever happened to Sherlock again.
Maybe he would just tell John now. They had a few stops to go before they came to theirs. Sherlock was quiet awhile before he finally spoke. "I was sixteen. I had just gotten into drugs. It didn't take long for Mycroft to figure it out while home from Uni one day. He told our father, who was also home for a brief amount of time. I got in a huge argument with them both. An actual physical fight against my father, which I lost..." He shrugged a little as he cleared his throat. "I ended up running away. I had a passport and changed the date of my birth on it and my name so no questions would be asked. I lived in California, mostly on the streets. Scoring what I could, whenever I could. I tried to get a job but I was too high most of the time to hold one down. I lied about getting a license...so the kids wouldn't know I actually just stole cars and that is how I learned to drive here. I was in California for only six months. Mycroft managed to convince me to come back home because Mum was worried sick about me. My father would only have me back if I went into rehab. I did for bit but I relapsed again a few months later." It was the most he had ever really told John about his time of addiction and that was just a small story compared to his long history of abuse. Christ, now he really wanted a cigarette or something.
Right away John turned to the side to start giving Sherlock a slow, lingering kiss. It was the least he could do at the moment since they both had a child in their arms. At that time he'd been going through his first year in the Army, getting ready to be sent out to Iraq and yet his future husband was doing far more than he could ever imagine. "I love you," he whispered as he reached out with his free hand and grabbed his husband's. What else did he say to that, really? The life he had led up until this point, and even through some of their marriage, had been rough and he just wanted to hold Sherlock and whisper to him that everything would be all right.
Sherlock returned the kiss with a faint smile. "I love you too." He glanced down to their children, a thoughtful frown on his face and then glanced back up to John. "Do you think they would look at me differently, if they knew all the mistakes I'd made in life? God John, I don't want them do any of the stuff I did. I don't want them to go through anything I had to growing up. I just want to protect them and keep them safe forever." It was irrational of course. Life was bound to happen to their children, and sometimes that scared him.
That was definitely a question he had constantly asked himself as well and as he looked down at their two innocent children he could do nothing more than shrug. "I doubt they will because they love us both beyond measure," John said softly as a smile tugged at his lips. "I still fear the day for when Amy figures out that you aren't related to her at all and for when Thomas realizes everything about his past...for now I think we can keep our past away from them for as long as possible." It was the least they could do.
Those were things Sherlock rather not contemplate. Would Thomas ever realize that he was the one responsible for the death of one his relatives? Would their son look at him differently then? Despite the boy's obvious affection for him? He sighed at his thoughts and pushed them aside as he stood up when they came to a stop. "This is our stop." He held little Sandi close and led them back up top.
John followed easily after Sherlock, inwardly wincing at the silence that he had called. Now he felt absolutely horrid which meant more holding when they finally got back up to their hotel. "I am just very happy that we got to spend some time with them today and take them to one of Thomas' favorite places." Despite his absolute hatred of the restaurant he couldn't deny that he loved seeing their son in a happy mood.
Sherlock found their hotel easily and took the lift up. He smirked at John. "I don't understand why you hate that place so much. Yeah, the food isn't exactly healthy but the children, Thomas in particular, rather fancy it. I'm impartial myself because food doesn't really matter to me." He got off the lift and went to their room. He placed little Sandi down on the bed gently, giving her a small kiss on the forehead.
John moved and gently set Thomas down next to Amy, gently pulling his shoes off before setting them on the floor. The day hadn't exactly gone to plan but he didn't mind too much at all because seeing his children nice and safe relaxed him far more than anything else. "Cmon," he murmured as he slipped his own shoes off and climbed into their bed.
Amy curled into her self right away, moving gently to cuddle next to her older brother without a thought.
Sherlock remembered to remove little Sandi's shoes when he saw John remove Thomas'. He wasn't tired but snuggling with his husband seemed like a rather fantastic idea. He kicked off his own shoes as well and wiggled his toes a bit once they were free. He pressed his nose into John's neck the moment he was laying down next to his husband.
Thomas groaned a bit, only vaguely aware of being in a bed. He instantly put a protective arm around Amy before falling sound asleep once more.
"Look at that," John whispered as he eyed both of their kids. "He is so protective of her and he always will be. I think there's a reason we adopted him." A soft smile tugged at his lips as he pulled Sherlock closer, easily tangling their legs together. "You're beautiful," he said softly as his body started to rock back and forth. Maybe that would help both of them calm down a bit.
Sherlock peeked over John to look at their children with a small smile, before letting his head nuzzle back into his husband's neck. Sometimes he wondered how differently his life had been, if Mycroft had treated him the way Thomas treated little Sandi. No. Just stay out that ridiculously large mind. He sighed, eyes closing. "And you are adorable, Love." He opened his eyes, tilting his head up so he could smirk up at John.
"Oi," John whispered with a smirk of his own, one hand lifting up to gently run through his husband's hair. "I think I am far too old to be considered adorable now, don't you?" Granted, Sherlock thought he was absolutely perfect but husbands typically needed to think like that. After a long pause he moved and gently met the man's lips, sucking on Sherlock's tongue as he let out a soft whimper.
"You are never too old to be adorable. Especially not you." Sherlock smirked even more at John. The whimper from his husband made him moan softly into the kiss. He tugged at John's shirt so his husband could roll to be on top of him. He couldn't help but buck up his hips into the man above him. Damn it. He was getting hard and with their children sleeping in the next bed over. Bloody wonderful parenting.
Right away John pulled away, pressing their foreheads together as he tried to put a plan together. The shower clearly hadn't worked too well because Amy had heard them but it was their only option. "Bathroom?" The plan had been to just snuggle on the bed, lay back and relax, but it was hard to miss Sherlock's growing erection. Despite him not feeling a damn thing - at least he could blame his age - he knew he needed to take care of his husband.
Sherlock closed his eyes in thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head. "No...I'll...be fine..." John didn't seem to have the same problem he did so he would just suffer through it until it passed. He shifted a bit, arms wrapping around his husband. "Sorry, didn't mean to...but it is hard not to when I have an adorable doctor on top of me." He smirked up at John.
"Mmm," John said with a soft smile, placing a soft kiss against Sherlock's lips. Maybe he needed to just calm down, not do anything more than hold his husband. With both of their kids in the same room he didn't want to do anything that would work Sherlock up anymore. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." But his husband was younger than him, it was easier to work the man up when it came to sexual things.
"You never have to apologize." Sherlock smirked some more. "I'm fine, really." If need be, he could take care of it a little later if his erection didn't go away after awhile. He wanted to lean up and kiss his husband on the lips but he was worried he wouldn't be able to stop there. He let his fingers trail along John's back lightly though.
"I wish I could help," John said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against his husband's forehead. "I honestly didn't expect anything to happen and now I feel bad." With that he pulled Sherlock as close as he could manage. "One night in Afghanistan before Amy was born," he started with a smile. "I was on patrol and we stopped to sleep in the truck but I had to get out because I was thinking about you and I just wanked while leaning against the back of the truck."
Even though that story did nothing to help will his erection away, it made Sherlock smirk. "Christ that's hot..." He did his best not to squirm into John, as he bit his bottom lip to prevent any noises from escaping his mouth. God, he really wanted to shag his husband now. Would it be selfish to see if John would take one of the pills? Probably.
All John could do was chuckle before turning to look at his suitcase. The pill would only take fifteen minutes or so to work, especially since he'd not eaten much. With a small smile he turned and reached off the side of the bed, grabbing his pill bottle before swallowing one dry. "There," he whispered with a wink. "Now I don't think we've got much of a choice on going to the bathroom because I've got to get rid of what's going to happen."
Sherlock watched John with interest. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you." He leaned up and began kissing his husband. He wanted to snog a bit before going to the bathroom. He could be quiet for that, he figured. He couldn't stop his hips from pressing up into John a few times in anticipation.
And there they went. John gently accepted the kiss, biting his husband's bottom lip before pressing his hips down against Sherlock to reciprocate. It was the least he could do before they officially went to the bathroom. "Can I shag you?" It had been ages simply because he had been having trouble getting sexual interested and he knew he needed to ask before simply assuming things.
Sherlock had initially wanted to shag John but he nodded immediately. It had been awhile since his husband had been inside of him and it made it squirm even more in desire. He could feel himself leaking just thinking about it. He bucked up into John again with a small whimper. He got up, because there was no way he would be able to contain himself now. He grabbed his husband's hand and lead them to the bathroom.
John followed Sherlock easily, keeping himself quiet as the entered the bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked he started pulling his clothes off, his erection bobbing up against his stomach as he glanced up at his husband. It had taken even less time than he'd figured. "God, I love you," he whispered as he moved and gently met the man's lips, his hands moving to eagerly pull his clothes off as well.
Sherlock began to strip as well, and let John take over when his husband finished before he did. John would be the one doing the shagging so he his husband had control. There was a time they had fought for it, played games but now he didn't seem to mind merely relinquishing it over to John. Unless his husband wanted a game but they probably didn't have time for that with the children next door. It made him think back to when they had both been younger and had tried a few role plays. God, he missed those. "Love you too," he murmured behind the kiss.
John was instantly thankful that they had used the bathroom earlier and right away snatched the lube up, smearing it on his fingers before reaching behind Sherlock and easily sliding two fingers in. As much as he wanted to linger and keep it going as long as possible, he knew that they needed to get everything done in a timely fashion before their kids woke up. With his free hand he turned and gently turned the shower on, making the water as loud as possible.
Sherlock moaned as he felt John's fingers enter. He almost collapsed into his husband, because everything was happening a little faster than he thought it would. Although he understood why. He backed into the shower carefully. "Want my stomach pressed up against the wall?" He shivered in anticipation at his question. It reminded him of the time he shagged John into the wall of a plane cargo hold and an alley way in Italy. Despite some of the mishaps they'd had, their honeymoon was one his favorite memories.
The moment Sherlock moaned John blushed, attempting to keep the man as quiet as possible. "Yeah, just turn," he whispered as the water started to spray him and he winced in an attempt to avoid it. "Bend a bit, can't reach if you stand up straight," he added as an after thought as he continued to prep his husband. God, it had been ages since he'd been inside of Sherlock and now he could hardly control himself.
Sherlock turned around instantly, bending over a bit for John. Most of the hot water missed him with his husband getting the brunt of the spray. He shivered and he wasn't sure if it was because he was cold or because his entire body was anticipating having John inside of him. His fingers scratched at the wall idly, causing no real friction and slipping more than anything.
Without waiting too much longer John gently moved forward, slowly pressing himself into Sherlock's entrance. Right away he had to bite down on his husband's shoulder to keep himself from shouting out and waking up their kids. His moan was softly muffled before he started gentle thrusts, one hand holding Sherlock's hips as he continued to thrust into the man.
Sherlock let out a low, long moan as John entered and bit into his shoulder at practically the same time. He had to bite his lip to prevent himself from making further noise. One side of his face was pressed up against the wall, eyes closed. His fingers continued to try and find purchase on the slippery surface without success.
John glanced up to see Sherlock's hand attempting to grab on to something and right away he lifted a hand up to pin his husband's to the wall, his fingers easily sliding in between Sherlock's as his hips continued to rock in a steady, strong rhythm. It had been months since they'd shagged and their vacation was definitely helping fix that issue. "I love you," he murmured. "God, you're perfect."
Sherlock curled his fingers into John's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Every thrust made him grunt a bit, despite his best efforts to be quiet. "Love you too. You feel amazing." He kept his voice low, barely heard over the rushing water. He wanted to turn and kiss his husband but it wouldn't work with their current positions. He settled for squeezing John's hand again.
After a long moment John dropped his head, pressing several kisses to his husband's neck and shoulders. All he wanted to do was slam into the man, take what he wanted, but all he could do was go slow to keep it all slow so it wouldn't get too loud. "You are perfect," he murmured as his hips started to move just a little faster as he searched for his climax that he slowly felt getting closer.
All Sherlock could really do was stand there and take whatever John gave. He tried to move with the thrusts a bit but his bent position made that a little awkward to work so he forced himself still. It still felt wonderful. God. When was the last time he had let John shag him? He couldn't remember. He would certainly have to let this happen again sometime. Maybe with a ribbed condom next time. The thought made him moan softly. "Oh God John. Yes..." His breathing hitched a bit as he squeezed his husband's hand again.
Hearing Sherlock's voice suddenly made John's body move faster and before long he was thrusting as hard and fast as he could manage, his hips losing all sense of rhythm. Before long he hit his climax, stifling his moans against his husband's shoulder as one hand moved around to grasp his husband and start stroking the man as much as he could.
Jesus. John had just gotten rough and he loved it. The hand in his husband's got tighter, as Sherlock fought not to make any more noise then he already had. Noise outside the bathroom reached him, despite the water rushing down around them. Thomas. The boy had screamed. Probably just woke up from a nightmare. Fuck. "John...get Thomas...I can..finish here..." He sighed and slumped into the wall a bit.
Thomas was breathing heavily. Had he woke up Amy? Probably. His heart was racing. "Daddy? Dad?" His voice was more scared than he liked but he really needed someone to hug right now.