Hamish looked through the crack in John’s bedroom door. His jaw dropped and he let out a quiet scream as what he saw sank in. Sherlock heard the faint noise and turned his attention to the doorway. John’s eyes followed Sherlock’s. They froze immediately, the blood rushing from their faces, as their eyes fell on Hamish. In his hurry to hide himself from view (although it was already too late) Sherlock lost his balance and fell of the bed. He let out a tiny squeak in pain as he landed flat on his back with a loud thud. Concerned for Sherlock, John looked down at him on the floor. Sherlock flicked his wrist at John, gesturing that he was fine. Then, John looked back to the doorway. Hamish had fled.
“It’s ok, Sherlock.” Said John as he tried to catch his breath, “He is gone.”
Sherlock’s eyes peeked over the bed, making sure the child had left. When he saw that Hamish was indeed gone, he got to his feet. Sherlock’s still hard cock was sticking up, and so was John’s. The soldier had his eyes fixed on Sherlock as he slipped off the bed. He wound his arms around Sherlock’s waist and pulled their bodies against each other. John stood on his tiptoes so that his lips were at Sherlock’s ear.
“We will finish this later.” He whispered, “But first, I think we need to explain things to my son.”
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FanficAfter The Fall, Sherlock decides not to go back home to London. Instead, he starts a new life fighting crime in Washington DC. Only when Sherlock meets a young boy who looks an awful lot like an old friend does he wonder if maybe he made the wrong...
