john played with the sleeve of his button up as he stood in the kitchen, thinking about what sherlock's parents were like. once he heard a knock on the door, sherlock set the spatula on the counter and turned the burner on a low setting. he took john's hand and pulled him to the living room, giving him a reassuring smile before he opened the front door.

"happy birthday!" sherlock's mother exclaimed as she hugged her son tightly.

sherlock chuckled and hugged back. "thank you, mum." he said then let go of her, getting a hug from his father.

"happy birthday, son." mr holmes said as he patted sherlock on the back. john saw where he got the height from.

sherlock stepped away from his parents and closed the front door before walking to john. "mum, dad. this is john." he said with a smile.

mrs holmes grinned. "nice to finally meet you, john." she said then hugged the boy.

"you too mrs holmes." john said with a small chuckle, getting released from the hug.

"oh, please! call me sylvia. it is my name after all." she said with a smile.

john smiled back. "nice to meet you, sylvia." he said then looked at sherlock's father. "you too, sir."

"the name's harold!" mr holmes exclaimed, shaking john's hand.

"dinner is almost ready, so you can sit down and i'll get you when it's ready." sherlock said to his parents.

mrs holmes nodded then sat on the sofa, her husband following behind her. john turned to sherlock. "how much longer?" he asked softly.

"just a few more minutes, love." sherlock said softly, rubbing the small of john's back. "you'll be fine." he said then kissed john's forehead before heading back to the kitchen.

john took a seat in one of the chairs opposite of the sofa that sherlock's parents were on.

"so, john," mr holmes started, "what does a young man like you do?" he asked.

"i'm a doctor."

"really?" mr holmes asked, shocked. "you're too young!"

john chuckled. "i'm only twenty three. i'll be twenty four next month."

"and how long have you and sherlock been together?" mrs holmes asked. "he barely tells us anything! only told us your name a few times!"

"it'll be six years in three weeks." john said with a smile.

the couple looked at each other with shocked faces. "you're lying!" mrs holmes exclaimed.

john laughed softly and shook his head. "sherlock and i have been dating for almost six years. ever since i was eighteen."

"do you plan on marrying?" mr holmes asked.

john turned red and looked into his lap, picking at his fingernail. "uhhh.."

"tables set." sherlock said as he stepped into the living room, saving the day. "why don't you and dad go sit?" sherlock asked his mother.

both parents rose from the sofa and headed into the kitchen, mrs holmes yelling at her husband for asking a question like that. sherlock looked at john as he got up from the chair.

"sorry for them. they just get excited." sherlock said with a small laugh.

"it's fine." john said, clearing his throat. "they're just excited. seems like they have never seen you with someone." he said with a timid smile.

"pretty much, yeah." sherlock said then placed his hand on the small of john's back, walking to the dining room with him.

dinner went very nice. mrs holmes told embarrassing stories about her son that john got a huge kick out of. they discussed what kind of doctor john wanted to be then listened to mr holmes go on about how his company was going to improve modern medicine. mr holmes settled down once a slice of cake was set in front of him then they started talking with their son about how he has been. john had listened to sherlock talk about things he's never mentioned around john. like his brother and his family and if sherlock planned on going to his cousins wedding. it was amazing hearing all these things that john would never great to hear about on a daily basis. then he started to question if sherlock trusted him. he did. he had to. six years is a long time not to trust someone. john snatched his wine glass and finished it off, trying to clear his mind from the negative thoughts while sherlock continued to talk with his parents.

after dessert was finished, mr holmes was showing john the plans for his modern medicine as sherlock and his mother cleaned up.

"he's a nice boy." mrs holmes has said to her son as she dried off a plate. "i don't know why you waited so long for us to meet him."

sherlock shrugged. "it just didn't seem important." he said as he scrubbed the deep dish he used for dinner.

"you've been with him for almost six years! that's important." mrs holmes said as she stacked the now clean plates. "do you love him?" she asked.

sherlock's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "of course i do, mum. i'm not crazy." he said as he set the dish out to dry.

"do you want to marry him?" she asked.

sherlock went as red as a tomato as he took the towel from his mom, drying his hands. he shrugged. "i don't know. we've never talked about it."

"you should." mrs holmes said to her son. "he's a great boy and he loves you. and six years! that's too long, my boy. you have got to do something before he leaves."

sherlock frowned. "i don't think he'd leave me." he said as he looked into the dining room, looking at john as he spoke with his father.

"just give it a thought, dear." mrs holmes said. "i know i am not going to get a wedding out of your brother."

sherlock laughed softly. "he'll find someone mum."

"he's forty one. the most we'll be getting out of him is a grand dog." mrs holmes said. "and i want some real grand babies. especially if you and john do get married. you two would make amazing parents."

sherlock smiled at his mother. "thank you, mum."

mrs holmes smiled at her son, patting his chest. "i'm proud of you. you have impressed your father and i by living a simple life and not needing exported thing to make you happy."

sherlock glanced down at his feet then to john. "that's because i have everything that makes me happy." he said with a giddy smile as he looked back at his mother. "i really do love him, mum."

"i know you do. i can see it in your face. it's like the way myc looks at cake."

sherlock laughed softly. he smiled at his mom and gave her a hug. "thanks for coming tonight."

"oh, you're welcome. it's not every year you ask us to have dinner." mrs holmes said then let go of her son. "maybe you can spend chirstmas at home this year."

"maybe we will."

mrs holmes patted her son's cheek before walking to the dining room. "alright, harold. stop showing john your toys and let's go." she said to her husband before walking to the living room.

mr holmes rose from his chair along with john and they walked to the living room as well with sherlock following. everyone said their goodbyes then sherlock watched his parents drive off as john went upstairs.

sherlock put away the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen some then locked the doors and turned the house alarm on before going upstairs. when he stepped into the room, john was sitting on the bed in his robe with a smirk on his face.

"is this my birthday present?" sherlock asked with a smirk as he closed the door.

john moved to the end of the bed and signaled sherlock to come over, grabbing my the belt loops once he was close enough. "it's under the robe." he said as he undid sherlock's belt and zip.

sherlock let out a sigh as the boy's hand slipped into the trousers, rubbing him through his boxer briefs. "do i get a hint?"

john hummed for a second as he looked up at sherlock. he shook his head then took sherlock's cock completely out, wrapping his lips around the head.

after john brought sherlock to the edge, he pulled away with a smirk as he scooted back. sherlock crawled onto the bed as he watched the boy untie the rob knot, letting a side slip open to reveal the short satin shorts.

"oh, baby." sherlock hummed as he crawled over the boy, looking at him in the shorts as he felt them.

john giggled softly and kissed sherlock. "happy birthday." he whispered when they pulled apart.

"i am going destroy you." sherlock growled as he kissed down john's exposed torso.

john laid back, letting sherlock do what he pleased. he was the birthday boy after all.