A/N : Yes, there was a bit of a cliffhanger there at the end of last chapter. Hope you enjoy. Well, not that what's happening is particularly enjoyable, but soon! Some will be resolved. Thanks for reading, please review! Happy New Year!

AND have fun watching the new Sherlock episode, for I won't be posting another chapter until after it airs. Exciting, right! Anyway, have fun!

EDIT: I uploaded the non-edited version yesterday. This is the edited version.

Warning for sex at the end.

A week passes and Sherlock doesn't get to talk to Clement alone. Rebecca sticks around all week, Sherlock assumes it's to keep him from telling Clement, and that really bothers him. Not only is Clement doing everything his mother asks, waiting on her hand and foot, but she slips out for hour long telephone conversations and he doesn't know who she's talking to.

"I kind of agree with Mycroft," John says on Friday, as they sit on the couch watching Spider-Man. "It's not really…it's not…" John sighs. "It's not your burden to drop onto your dad."

"But he deserves to know," Sherlock says.

"I know, I know."

"If you saw Harvey cheating on Lily, would you tell her?"

"Well, I—"

"You would. I know you would. You care that much about Lily. I care that much about my dad, actually more."

"Ok, babe."

Sherlock just looks back at the television and tries to figure out what's going on. He's seen this movie a million times by now, so it doesn't take long to catch up.

"I don't know why you insist on watching this movie so much," Sherlock tells him.

"I like it," John says wit h a smile. He reaches over and grabs a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl on Sherlock's lap.

"Hmm," Sherlock sounds. He watches as Spider-Man lowers himself down to the height of Mary Jane, their mouths lined up perfectly. Mary Jane takes hold of his head, then kisses Spider-Man passionately. It's raining, the kiss is sweet, and Sherlock knows most people think it's romantic. But Sherlock just thinks it's pointless because Spider-Man's blood is flooding to his head, and he's probably awfully uncomfortable.

Sherlock remembers how John used to hang upside down on the monkey bars all the time when they were in primary school. Really, John would hang on and climb everything, and Sherlock knows he did that to feel like Spider-Man. He watches Spider-Man kiss Mary Jane upside down and thinks of a specific time that John was hanging upside down.

They were eight, nearly nine, and Sherlock was sitting below a tree in the park, reading while John climbed the tree. Clement was away talking to another kid's dad.

"Psst," John whispered, his head hanging next to Sherlock's. He giggled.

Sherlock tore his eyes away from his book and blinked his gaze to John. His eyes adjusted to the very bright blue eyes staring back at him.

"Have you seen Spider-Man?" John asked, still giggling.

Sherlock glared at him, annoyed that John would bother him to ask such a question. "No. Why?"

John just giggled and hoisted himself up onto the branch again. After that, he ran away to play football with Brady. Sherlock remembers feeling angry with John then, but he pushed it aside to finish reading.

Now, watching Spider-Man and Mary Jane kiss while they're in similar positions to how young John and he were then, he realizes what John was getting at. John wanted to kiss him, even then. He smiles.

"I'll be right back," Sherlock says, quickly standing from the sofa.

He goes to the kitchen to get a drink of water, then returns to John. John's sitting against the back of the sofa, so Sherlock can stand behind him. He goes over and places his hands on John's head, pulling John's head back to look at him.

"Hey," John says, smiling wide.

Sherlock doesn't respond, he just leans over and kisses John, just like Mary Jane does to Spider-Man. His tongue swirls around John's and the angle isn't as awkward as he thought it'd be. Plus, nobody's blood is rushing to their head. He strokes John's soft hair and eventually digs his fingers into the hair at the back of John's head.

Eventually, they need to breathe, so he lets John go and breaths against his lips.

"Wow," John mutters. He squirms on the sofa.

Sherlock grins and steps around to sit next to John. John tries to kiss him again, but Sherlock doesn't let him.

"My dad's home," Sherlock whispers.

John pouts. "It's been, what, a month since you talked to your dad about us?"

"Three weeks," Sherlock corrects.

"We should ask him if you can spend the night with me," John says.

Sherlock takes a deep breath. "Hmm," he sighs. "Maybe…"

"The worst he could say is no," John adds.

Sherlock bites his lip. "Okay. Will your mum be there tonight?"

John nods. "Actually, yes. She gets off work at ten and goes back at nine tomorrow morning."

Sherlock nods in understanding. "I'll go ask."

He kisses John once, then takes off to find Clement.

Clement's in the den, where he usually is. Sherlock steps in quietly and waits for Clement to get off the phone.

Finally, he does. "What's up, son?"

Sherlock bites his lip. "Listen, Dad, I…John and I have been really responsible the past few weeks. I hope we've earned your trust, and I'm just wondering if…"

"Spit it out, Sherlock."

"I'm wondering if I could, maybe, spend the night at John's tonight. With him."

Clement purses his lips and leans forward in his chair. He folds his hands on his desk in front of him, and Sherlock knows it's his 'serious-discussion' pose.

"Son, you have earned my trust, so far. You two haven't gone behind my back or lied about anything, and for that I thank you. So, yes, son, I think you two can be allowed to spend the night together for the night."

Sherlock smiles widely. "Really?!"

"Under one condition," Clement adds. "I talk to Dawn about it."

Sherlock frowns. "Dad, I'm not ten! We're not having a slumber party!"

"I know, son. But I want to make sure Dawn is there."

"John says she gets off of work at ten tonight. Please, Dad. Don't call her."

Clement taps his chin in thought. After many long seconds, he says, "Ok, Sherlock. I trust you."

Sherlock smiles again. "Thank you, Dad!" He rushes around the desk to hug Clement tight.

He rushes out of the room and back to John. John takes his wide smile as a yes, and they attack each other with a hard hug on the sofa.

They go to John's after dinner. There's still three hours until Dawn returns home, so the boys spread out on the sofa to cuddle.

"What do you want to do until bed?" John asks, kissing Sherlock's cheek.

"Well," Sherlock answers. "We could have sex as much as we can before your mum gets home..."

John hums. "That has my vote."

"You didn't let me give you the second option."

"Is the second option better than having sex?"

"Exponentially," Sherlock confidently says.

John lifts his head to look at Sherlock. He's got a curious grin, and he kisses Sherlock's nose. "Ok, what's the second option then?"

"There's a very fascinating bee documentary on television this evening. It starts in half an hour, and-"

"You think watching a bee documentary is better than having sex with me?"

"A fascinating bee documentary, John."

John rolls his eyes.

Sherlock smiles and kisses John slowly. "If you let me watch the hour long documentary," Sherlock says, "I'll do anything you want when we go to bed."

"Hmm," John sounds. "Anything?"

Sherlock happily nods.

"Fine," John says, "I've already got an idea."

Sherlock grins. "Oh? Tell me about it."

"Mmm," John purrs, kissing Sherlock's throat. "My math homework."

Sherlock pulls away quickly. "John!" he whines.

"I'm kidding!" John laughs.

Sherlock chuckles, relieved, and kisses John again.

They relax on the sofa for half an hour more until the documentary starts. John gets his math homework out and works on it while Sherlock is transfixed on the television. John finishes his homework at the same time the documentary ends, so they get back on the sofa to cuddle.

"You know," John says. "One day, we'll probably be living together, and we're never going to get anything done."

Sherlock cracks a smile, pleased that John thinks (knows) they're going to be together for a very long time. "How so?"

"We're just going to end up cuddling. I'll be like, 'I've got to pop out to the shop for a second,' and you'll be like, 'Hurry back so we can resume cuddling!'."

Sherlock laughs. "Oh, I won't be the one shopping?"

John snorts. "Of course not."

Sherlock shrugs. He kisses the top of John's head.

They're silent for long minutes. Sherlock thinks about how their adult life would probably involve them watching Spider-Man often, and he wonders if John remembers the incident of when they were eight.

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember," he says. "When we were about eight and my dad took us to the park? And I was reading under a tree, and you hung upside down on a branch to bug me."

"Mmm..."

"And," Sherlock continues. "You asked if I'd ever seen Spiderman?"

John doesn't say anything right away. They're silent, and Sherlock knows John is trying to remember. Finally, he gasps.

"Yeah," John says, "I remember that."

"What were you getting at? Did you want to kiss me then?"

John lifts his head and looks at Sherlock. "Yeah, I did. I had it all worked out in my head."

"Oh?"

"Had you said yes, I would have said, 'Remember that part where Spider-Man is hanging upside down to kiss Mary Jane?' and then I would have kissed you."

"Why?" Sherlock curiously asks. "Did you like me?"

John shrugs. "I don't know, I don't think I knew what liking anyone meant. But I just wanted to know. I'd seen my mum kiss my dad, I saw Harry kiss a boy at the park, and I saw your mum kiss your dad. And I wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone."

"So...you wanted to kiss a boy?"

John shrugs. "I guess so, yeah."

"And that boy was me?"

John nods.

"Why not Brady?"

John shrugs. "Your lips looked soft and kissable."

Sherlock's lips twitch into a small smile. "Looked?"

"Yeah, looked. When I was eight and innocent, your lips looked soft and kissable."

"And now?"

"Now I'm seventeen and pretty much turned on every time I'm near you, so your lips look lickable, suckable, biteable, and fuckable."

Sherlock's heart spikes up and he can't help but lick his lips. John watches his tongue and opens his own mouth.

"Kiss me, John," Sherlock begs.

"Gladly," John mutters, climbing up to be lined up with Sherlock's face.

He doesn't kiss Sherlock sweetly, he starts by biting Sherlock's bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Then, he dives in and kisses Sherlock so hard that their teeth clank together. Sherlock clutches at his back and moans from the back of his throat.

Unfortunately, they see headlights enter John's driveway. They break apart quickly and turn the television on.

"My mum's home early," John says, flipping through channels.

"Apparently," Sherlock sarcastically says.

John elbows him in the ribs as Dawn enters the house.

"Hello, boys!" she cheerily says. She sounds tired, though.

"Hi mum," John greets. "How was work?"

"Tiring," she says, going to him.

"Mum, uhm, Clement said Sherlock could spend the night, if that's ok with you."

Dawn pauses as she's about to kiss John. She looks uneasy a second, then she relaxes. "I'm far too tired to argue, love," she says, kissing John's cheek. She kisses Sherlock too, and John can tell she really is exhausted. "You're old enough anyway, and you've been having sleepovers for years!"

John scowls, wanting to tell his mother that it's not a sleepover.

"Did you boys eat?"

John nods and follows Dawn into the kitchen. "Clement sent leftovers," he says, directing his mother to the microwave.

"What a thoughtful man your father is, Sherlock."

Sherlock nods.

Dawn goes to bed after she eats dinner, so once she's gone, the boys rush upstairs to John's room. They're both giddy and excited, and John tickles Sherlock between kisses.

"If this goes on, I'm not staying over again," Sherlock says.

John laughs. "I'm sorry! I'm just excited!"

Sherlock smiles and kisses him again, then John digs his fingers into Sherlock's side. Sherlock jerks away laughing, and John shoves him over onto the bed.

He grins in Sherlock's face and reaches for Sherlock's belt. "So? Whatever I want?"

Sherlock lets John undress him and completely relaxes against the bed. "Whatever."

"Hmm," John sounds, thoughtfully. He kisses Sherlock lightly while unbuttoning Sherlock's shirt. "I think I'd quite like your cock in me again."

Sherlock raises an eyebrow. "We've done it that way three times now. You don't want to try it the other way around?"

John shakes his head. "When I get tired of being bottom."

"And when will that be?"

"I don't know; what will you be doing in 2030?"

Sherlock laughs. "Taking it up the arse for the first time, apparently."

John laughs with him. "In time, alright, love? For now I want it like this."

Sherlock nods. "Ok, John."

"I want to try a different position, though."

Sherlock watches John sit up to get his own clothes off. "Oh?"

"Yeah," John kisses his stomach and pulls his own t-shirt off. "I wanna be on top."

Sherlock pulls at his shoulder. "Well, get up here, then."

They adjust until they're fully on John's bed and Sherlock reclines on his pillows. John climbs on top of him with the lube and gets himself ready.

"I want to do it," Sherlock whines.

"Shut up," John says, kissing Sherlock.

Finally, John claims he's ready, so he covers Sherlock with lube and lines up. He's still leaned forward kissing Sherlock, and Sherlock holds his hip.

Sherlock doesn't move while John sinks down. It's tight, more tight than it has been in the past, and John isn't making any noise.

"John, stop—" Sherlock says.

John pauses.

"Are you ok?"

John sighs as if he'd been holding his breath. "It…it hurts…I don't—"

"You're not ready," Sherlock softly says. "Here, let me."

John tries to stop him when Sherlock turns him over, but he doesn't succeed.

"Let me," Sherlock says, "Then we can get back into a position you want."

John nods. Sherlock kisses him as he gets lube onto his fingers, then presses them into John. John moans.

"Feel good, babe?" Sherlock asks.

John nods.

Sherlock mouths at John's neck and moans in his ear, loving the feeling of John on his hand. He sucks at the specific part on John's neck and John thrusts his hips up. Sherlock sucks harder and stretches John more, and finally pulls his fingers away.

"You're ready, love," Sherlock says, getting a leg between John's to get in position.

John heaves Sherlock onto his back, and Sherlock falls with an 'umph'. He catches John when he jumps and John leans down to kiss him.

John reaches around to line Sherlock up again, and Sherlock easily sinks down this time.

"Oh god, yes," Sherlock says, gripping John tight.

John groans in response and to rock above Sherlock. He moans with each thrust and Sherlock hardly moves.

"That's perfect," John whispers. "So good…"

Sherlock hums in agreement and pulls John down to kiss him again.

After a few thrusts, Sherlock lifts John's hips slightly to start to thrust for himself. "Touch yourself," Sherlock says.

John gets up more on his knees and holds himself up by a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock rubs his arm and hip, and John reaches between them to touch himself.

"Oh, Sherlock," John moans, his hand flying over his cock.

A second later, John groans loudly as he comes against Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock thrusts up hard, coming deep inside John's still pulsing body.

Finally, John relaxes, and slumps on top of Sherlock. Sherlock hugs him tight and kisses his head.

"You ok?" Sherlock asks.

John nods. "Perfect."

Sherlock kisses his head again, then falls against the pillow, completely content with John on top of him.

They finally move to clean up, then return back to the bed. Sherlock holds John close and strokes his side.

"You're right," Sherlock mutters.

"Hmm? Right about what?"

"We probably will be spending a lot of time cuddling in the future."

John chuckles. "I think that'll be true."

Sherlock kisses his back. "I love you, John."

"I love you too, Sherlock." John lifts Sherlock's hand to kiss it, then holds it close to his chest.

They fall asleep shortly after that, both extremely happy together.