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"Well, that's that then." John stated as he hung up his phone. "No cabs are running and they have shut down the roads. Looks like we're stuck here boys." They had gone out to the Holmes family's cabin for dinner, and wound up getting hit with a heavy snowfall. They were completely snowed in. Sherlock let out a whine, but the sound was quickly stopped by a swat from his mother.

"Now, now, no need to whine. There is lots of room here for you boys, and I'll even get your father to start a fire." She puttered off, mumbling to herself about everything she had to get ready for the boys. John threw a cheeky grin at Greg, who was busy trying to talk Mycroft down, and stepped closer to his own husband, catching the taller man by the elbow and spinning him around for a kiss. Sherlock looked slightly stunned by the action, blinking down at John while a light blush tinted his cheeks.

"Hey." John grinned up at the beautiful man he loved so much, pulling a soft smile from Sherlock's lips.

"Hi." John had made it a habit, whenever he noticed Sherlock getting a little too anxious, to ground the taller man with a kiss. It was simple, but effective, and it gave John yet another reason to kiss his husband.

"I love you."

"I love you too." John leaned up and kissed Sherlock again, feeling the tension in the detective's shoulders fading away. He wrapped his arm around Sherlock's waist and help him close to his side, watching Greg and Mycroft chatting quietly in the corner. The DI and Mycroft had gotten married just a few months after John and Sherlock, surprising everyone. No one had even known that the pair were together.

"So, what do you guys want to do tonight?" John asked, hoping that the Holmes brothers would cooperate and not bicker all night. Greg shrugged, looking at his husband uncertainly. "How about we play a drinking game?" Mycroft immediately objected, which in turn made Sherlock agree, just to spite his sibling. "Alright then, drinking game it is!" John clapped his hands, grinning mischievously. It had been years since he had played a drinking game, but he used to be very good.

Greg went off to try to find something they could use as shots, while Sherlock and John readied the sitting room for the game, lighting the fire and creating a nest of blankets surrounding the hearth. Mycroft complained the entire time.

"Good news, looks like our in-laws have a wild streak. I found tequila!" Greg crowed, walking back into the sitting room. John cheered the discovery, pointing to the small table they had placed in the centre of the pile of blankets. "What are we going to play?"

"How about 'Never Have I Ever'?" John suggested, laughing at the confused looks the Holmes brothers sent him. "It's really easy. Basically, someone says 'never have I ever;' then something that they have or haven't done. If you've done that thing, you have to drink." John explained while he set up the drinks. "Here, Greg and I will show you." Greg knelt beside John and grabbed one of the shot glasses.

"Never have I ever; been to America." John grabbed his glass and downed his shot, wincing as the liquid burned his throat. "See? I haven't been there, but John has, so he had to drink."

"This sounds like a stupid game." Mycroft griped, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"Hey, it's either this or 'Truth or Dare'. If you would rather play that I feel like I must warn you, that your first dare will be to snog Sherlock for thirty seconds." Greg threatened, the firmness of his threat softened by the hysterical laughter that followed at the looks of disgust that the brothers sent him.

Soon enough, the Holmes parents were asleep in bed and the game was in full swing. John was curled up against Sherlock's side, flushed with alcohol and well past tipsy. Greg had placed himself between Mycroft's legs, leaning back against the elder Holmes sibling's chest.

"Alright Sherlock, your turn." Greg pointed at John's husband, giggling as the taller man rolled his eyes as he reached for his glass.

"Fine. Never have I ever; smoked marijuana." John reached for his glass and downed his shot. Trying to ignore the shocked stares of his friends.

"What? I was in uni." Greg snorted, sending John into a fit of giggles. "My turn!" John refilled his glass, thinking of what he would say. "Never have I ever; cheated on an exam." Both him and Greg downed their shots. "I knew you would drink!"

"Hey, what can I say? I sucked at maths." Greg refilled his glass, throwing a cheeky grin back at his husband. "Never have I ever; had sex in public." All four of them downed their shots, lapsing into fits of giggles.

"Wait," John waved his hands, pointing at Mycroft. "You've had sex in public?"

"Yes John, I have."

"Where? With who?"

"New Scotland Yard, with Greg." John laughed at the blush that took over Greg's face, clutching at his stomach and wincing as his abs started aching. "I'm not sure why you find this so funny. You both admitted to shagging in public as well."

"Oh yeah, I'm not denying that. Some of the best sex we've had happens in a darkened alley-" He was cut off by Sherlock's hand slapping over his mouth, silencing him.

"It's your turn Brother Mine." Sherlock said, yelping as John bit his hand.

"Oh yes. Never have I ever; had a crush on someone in this room. Significant others excluded." Greg and Sherlock took their shots, both men blushing furiously. "I knew it!" Mycroft crowed, causing Sherlock and Greg's blushes to darken.

"Wait, you two used to have a crush on each other?" John was shocked. Everything about Sherlock's behaviour towards the DI stated that he hated the man. "When?"

"Back when we first met." Sherlock said, sounding horrifically embarrassed. "Greg was the only person on the force that didn't treat me like a freak. He helped me get clean. It was a simple case of Transference, nothing major. It never worked out between us obviously."

"Yeah, I took him out for lunch once, but it was just awkward. Then I met Myc and the rest is history." Greg grinned at Sherlock, winking and causing the pale man to blush. John shook his head, trying to wrap his drunk mind around the new information.

The game continued for another half hour or so, until Sherlock was yawning consistently and John announced the game was over. The power had gone out a few hours prior, so the two couples curled up in front of the fire, far enough away from each other that no accidental spooning would occur between John and Greg.

John was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard Sherlock whisper his name.

"Yes Love?"

"Are you upset?" John rolled so he was lying on his side facing his husband.

"Why would I be upset?"

"Because I never told you about me and Greg." John chuckled softly, grabbing Sherlock's chin gently and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Why would that upset me Love? I'm a doctor, I know how Transference works." He kissed his husband again, swallowing a moan as he felt Sherlock's tongue lick gently into his mouth. He gasped softly as he felt Sherlock's cold fingers slip under his shirt, sliding up until they reached his nipples, teasing the tender skin. "What are you doing?" Sherlock grinned and bit down gently on his bottom lip. "Sh-Sherlock, we can't-"

"Why not?"

"Because they're right there."

"So? You have no issue with taking me behind a dumpster while the whole of NSY cleans up a crime scene. How is this different?"

"This is your brother and my best friend, and there are no noises to cover us." Sherlock moved his lips down to John's neck, sucking lightly and biting at the pulse point. He could feel his resolve failing with every brush of those perfect lips against his skin. He felt Sherlock's fingers trailing along his stomach, pausing just at the top of his pajama bottoms before sliding under and rubbing his hard length gently.

"You know you want this John. I can feel it." Sherlock whispered, his fingers tracing too-light patterns over John's erection. John bucked his hips and nodded desperately, biting his lip against the whine that tried to fall as Sherlock gripped him.

He scrambled to reciprocate, finger shaking as he fought with Sherlock's pajama bottoms and pants.

John matched his strokes with the slow, firm pumps Sherlock was running over his erection.

They finished together, swallowing each other's moans with a kiss. As they were coming down, John realized that they had neglected to grab any tissues.

"Shit."

"What?"

"We have no-" John's words were cut short when something struck him over the back of the head.

It was a box of tissues. He caught sight of the cheeky wink Greg sent him and blushed in horror.

"Night boys." Greg chirped, laughing as John buried his face in his husband's chest.

"Goodnight Gavin." Sherlock snapped, pulling John close and laughing silently, trying to assure John that it wasn't a big deal. He took John's chin in his hand and kissed him lightly. Grinning down at his blushing husband. "Hey." John grinned up at him, his smile making him look younger.

"Hi."

"I love you."

"I love you too." John passed out before Sherlock finished cleaning him up. Watching his husband sleeping in his arms, Sherlock decided that perhaps getting snowed in wasn't such a terrible thing after all.