A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! So...It's official....My schedule is starting to calm down a fair bit, so I should be able to type more again!!! Yay!! I've missed this and I've missed writing my boys!!! And of course, I've missed all of you so freaking much!!!! Here is a cute little chapter for you all! Hope it was worth the wait!!! Thanks for being so patient!!! Enjoy<3

John blinked awake, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he was pulled from his dreams by a soft pair of lips brushing over his neck and chest. He pried his eyes open, smiling up at his boyfriend, who was hovering over him, pressing soft kisses against his skin.

"Good, you're awake. I was getting bored." John chuckled, brushing a curl out of Sherlock's eyes and pulling the younger boy up for a soft kiss. Sherlock's nose crinkled slightly, but he smiled fondly and shifted slightly, returning to the task of kissing John's neck and chest.

A soft gasp fell from his lips as Sherlock's lips ghosted over one of his nipples. He threaded his fingers in his boyfriend's hair and closed his eyes, dropping his head back and cursing quietly as Sherlock timidly teased him.

It wasn't often Sherlock took the lead when they were together, preferring to let John have control, but every so often, especially when he was bored, he would initiate things.

A firm knock at the door startled both boys, John sitting upright and Sherlock popping up from under the blankets, his cheeks red and an overwhelmed scowl on his face.

"William? Darling, breakfast time!" A sweet voice that John didn't recognize came through the door, and he glanced at his boyfriend.

Sherlock's cheeks were darker than he had ever seen them and he looked as though he was on the verge of passing out.

"And bring your friend! Your father wants to meet him." Sherlock groaned and fell backwards, covering his face with the blanket.

"Yes Mummy, we'll be right down." Realization flashed through John, followed closely by a burning mortification.

"That's your Mum?" Sherlock nodded, keeping his face hidden under the blankets. "What? H-How- I-I thought-"

"They have been out of town for nearly three months on business. I assumed they were going to be gone for a while longer." John rolled off the bed, grabbing his clothes off the floor and trying no to panic. "Why are you freaking out? They know about us-"

"Sherlock! This is the worst way to meet your boyfriend's parents for the first time. How are you not melting with embarrassment right now?" Sherlock groaned, sitting up and letting the blanket pool around his hips. There were dark bruises covering his collarbone and chest, and John felt a wave of arousal wash over him.

One of his favorite things to see first thing in the morning was a well-fucked Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock, brilliant as always, seemed to read what was going through John's mind. His cheeks darkened and a timid, sly smile pulled at his lips. He stretched dramatically, letting out a soft moan as his joints popped softly. John felt his mouth run dry as he watched Sherlock's little show, and he shook his head, tugging his jeans on and doing his best to scowl at his boyfriend.

"Come back to bed John, I'm still bored." John choked on his breath, his cheeks burning at the thought of being with Sherlock sexually while his parents were waiting for them.

"Sherlock, they're downstairs-"

"Yes, and last night they were two rooms away while you were balls-deep in my arse. You didn't mind then-"

"I didn't know they were there!" John tugged at his hair, fighting to keep his breathing steady. He had been dreading meeting Sherlock's parents since they started dating, and this was not how he pictured it going down. "Babe, this- this isn't good. I-I think- I-I'm just going to sneak out-" Sherlock grabbed his hips and tugged him closer, nuzzling along his collarbone and running his hands along his sides.

"John, it's fine. They don't care, trust me." John nodded, cupping Sherlock's cheek softly and kissing him sweetly. "I love you."

"Love you too Tiny Dancer. Now, lets get dressed and go have a horrifically uncomfortable breakfast with your parents."

"I'd rather we just stay up here and-"

"Shirt and pants, now."

"So, how did you two meet?" John swallowed thickly, trying to remember how to speak. Sherlock's parents seemed like lovely people, but his father kept watching him with an expression that made his stomach swirl uncomfortably.

"He is Harriet's older brother, we met at a show." Sherlock was pushing his eggs around his plate, looking bored and uncomfortable.

"Oh, Harriet! Such a sweet girl." Mrs. Holmes gushed, smiling brightly at John while Mr. Holmes just frowned slightly and sent a glare towards his son. "Do you dance John?" Mycroft, who was sitting across the table from Sherlock, snorted, hiding his grin behind his glass of juice.

"Uh, no. I'm uh- I'm on the Rugby team." Sherlock rolled his eyes, kicking John under the table.

"John is captain of the Rugby team, actually." John blushed as Sherlock smiled proudly at him.

"Captain of the team, eh? Not exactly a long-term career, is it?" Mr. Holmes calmly set his fork down beside his plate and smiled at John, sending terror sparking through his mind. "What are your plans for after school, John?"

"Dad!" Sherlock snapped, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment.

"William, this boy is obviously important to you, and I want to make sure he is going to take care of my son."

"Believe me Father, John takes excellent care of Sherlock, right Brother Dear?" Mycroft quipped, making John choke on a mouthful of juice. The table erupted into chaos, John coughing violently while Mr. and Mrs. Holmes scolded their eldest son. Sherlock seemed to freeze, staring at his plate with wide, unblinking eyes as his cheeks turned a nearly unhealthy shade of red.

"Tell me, Brother Mine, how was your date with Gavin last night? Did he at least pay for your cab home after he finished-"

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"But Mummy-"

"That's enough! We have company!"

Once everything seemed to calm down, an awkward silence settled over the table, everyone focusing on their breakfast. John glanced up, catching Sherlock's eyes and winking, making his boyfriend smile shyly.

"I'm going into the army after I graduate." John broke the silence, speaking the words he had been trying to avoid saying out loud for so long. He saw the sadness on Sherlock's face, but offered the boy a soft smile before turning to look at Mr. Holmes.

The older man was watching him curiously, his eyes flicking between John and Sherlock rapidly, as though he could read the strain the words put on his son.

"Eventually I want to be a doctor, but I'll see where I end up in a few years." John shrugged, smiling sadly at Sherlock before placing his fork down beside his plate. "I uh- I actually have to go. I-I have practice."

John said his goodbyes, making his way up the stairs to gather his things.

He was nearly finished packing his bag when he felt timid hands settle on his hips. He grinned and spun, facing his boyfriend and pulling the taller boy in for a hug.

"That was horrific." Sherlock mumbled into the crook of his neck, making him laugh. "I'm sorry John, I thought Mycroft was going to be at Geoffrey's overnight-" John pulled back, cutting his boyfriend's words off with a soft kiss.

"It's fine, Love. I had to meet them eventually-"

"Yes, but this was not ideal." John laughed, kissing Sherlock again before stepping back, grabbing his bag and grinning up at the taller boy.

"Maybe not, but I guess it could have been worse. They could have walked in on us while I was-"

"Please don't finish that thought." John laughed again, tugging Sherlock close and kissing him deeper than strictly necessary. He smirked when the dancer whimpered against his lips, leaning into the kiss slightly. He broke the kiss when Sherlock was slightly breathless, resting their foreheads together and closing his eyes, fighting back the swell of emotion that tried to push at the back of his mind. "I love you John."

"I love you too, Tiny Dancer. I really have to go though, I'm going to be late."

"George can wait." John laughed, kissing Sherlock softly once more before stepping around the taller boy, pinching his arse cheekily as he made his way out of the room.

"I'll see you later Gorgeous." John left, bidding farewell to the rest of Sherlock's family and stopping to give Mrs. Hudson a quick kiss before stepping outside.

As he walked down the drive, he fought back the thoughts of their future, and tried not to focus on the pain he had seen in Sherlock's eyes when he talked of leaving.

He didn't want to hurt Sherlock, but something told him that there was no avoiding the pain that was looming on the horizon.