"Oh my god," the small boy giggled, "Father so had the hots for you dad."

Sherlock frowned a little, before smirking and leaning back in is armchair, picking up his violin.

He plucked at the stings thoughtfully.

"Indeed. Looking back it is humorous how blatantly oblivious I was to such an obvious notion. The signs were all there but me, being a disgustingly love struck teenager, was so obviously blind to such thing as your father was, as one might say, seriously hot.'

Hamish grinned madly at his father.

"Anyway, we digress. Back to the story."

-------- FLASHBACK *whoosh* --------

So yes, there we were, shaking hands for the first time.

Skin on skin contact.

His warmth seeping into my own icy hand, reaching toward my insides and warming every crevice of me.

We locked eyes again as we slowly let our hands free; me rather reluctantly as I wanted to keep the contact going for as long as possible.

Your father cleared his throat nervously and subconsciously licked his lips, before breaking his gaze to look down at the gum infested floor.

"So this film huh? I, err, only came here so I could be alone, not to actually see it-- I-I mean, like, it's fine that you're here and um I mean, like, if you came to see the film because you wanted to is also fine, like I mean no disrespect I just mean that I-"

"No no it's fine it's fine- I came to be alone too, but um, you-your company is um, it's good. I'm glad. That you. Uh. Came here too. And it's fine that you came because you kno-"

"It's fine." Your father tilted his head to one side, his soft blonde hair falling across his forehead, "It's all fine." He smiled.

"Good." I replied lamely, smiling back at him.

"I think the film is gonna start actually so I might as sit down where I-"

"Sit with me." I blurted out, "I mean... if you want to that is."

Your father paused and stared at me for a few seconds, as if making a decision in his mind.

"Okay."

He scooted along his row and sat down next to me, placing a large container of popcorn in the small space between us.

"Help yourself." He said, nodding towards it.

"Thanks." I smiled, not really wanting to eat but forcing myself to anyway, as it was a polite gesture.

As the lights dimmed and the screen started up, I sank deeper into my chair, still trying to gather my thoughts about the events that just took place.

Towards the end of the film I reached a hand into the popcorn container and actually started to enjoy the taste of it, when I suddenly felt something warm touch my palm.

The warm pressure flinched a little before pausing and pressing itself closer to my palm, wrapping it's warmth around my hand and enclosing itself around my fingers.

My breath hitched slightly as I turned to face your father, his face lit up softly by the dim light from the movie screen.

He was smiling.

And I'll always remember that smile.

Eyes crinkled only a little, a small smirk playing at the left corner of his mouth, a dimple revealing itself on the right side of his face and his pupils wide and his features soft.

He pulled our clasped hands slowly out of the container, and placed it on the floor next to him.

He leaned towards me, his free hand rising up to gently cup the right side of my face, stroking my cheekbones with his fingertips.

I leaned closer, my stomach digging into the fabric armrest of his seat.

But I didn't care.

He looked into my eyes before closing his and pressed his forehead to mine, our mouths parted and our hot breath swirling and mixing together with the scent of sweet popcorn and cologne overwhelming my senses.

He pressed his open mouth to mine and--

"Excuse me, the film has finished now, it's time for you to leave."

We sprang apart as if we both encountered an electric shock, turning bright red and avoiding eye contact.

"Yep-yes s-sorry we were just leaving." Your father stuttered to the cleaning lady as he stumbled out of his chair, grabbing the popcorn on the way.

I followed suit behind him, my gaze fixed intently on the floor, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Your father also had his head bent, but was busying himself with something I couldn't make out, in his hands.

When we reached the lobby of the theatre he stood in front of me, checked if anyone was watching, and leaned close into my body.

He reached a hand behind my back as he leaned, his hot breath tingling in my ear.

He slipped his hand into my back jean pocket and put something into it, before retracting his fingers brushing my hip as he did so, and left the building without another word.

As I stood there, in the middle of the lobby, my face bright red and flustered, I reached into my back pocket to find a small piece of paper that read in scrawny handwriting:

01247567432
- ring me and we can meet again sometime.
JHW x

I walked back to campus, clasping the small note in my hand, and going over every detail that took place that afternoon.

The afternoon that began to change my life forever.

"Wow dad."

---------- *FLASHBACK ENDS *vrrroomm* -------------

"That was a little steamy to say it was only your first encounter. I started to get a little uncomfortable if truth be told. I mean, you guys are my parents." Hamish shuddered a little at the thought.

"Why? Surely they teach you about this kind of... stuff at school?"

"Yes they do. But it confuses me why they don't teach us about homosexuality."

"Don't they?"

"No."

"Well why not?!"

"I really don't know if i'm being honest with you dad." ((a/n just throwing some of my own shade at our stupid education system through fiction don't mind me))

"Hm. Alright then. Maybe as this story progresses you might be able to learn a little throu-"

"Oh my god dad no stop really stop, you have no idea how hard i'm cringing right now."

Sherlock tried to keep a straight face, "But why? You did ask."

"DAD I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THE SEX TALK FROM YOU AND I ESPECIALLY DON'T NEED TO HEAR IT THROUGH YOUR EXPERIENCES WITH FATHER."

The older man burst out into a deep chuckle, wiping away a few tears from the corners of his eyes, "Alright, alright don't worry I won't go into any more detail than I already have."

"Good!"

There was a pause.

"But i'm not making any promises."

"Oh my god dad."

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heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy I hope you enjoyed this chapter !!

I thought I might as well throw in some cringey dad sherlock into it at the end because personally I love the idea of sherlock being all open and shit whereas hamish is an awkward teenager in a dAD YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME kind of way !!

the next chapter will also be up v shortly + if it gets more reads I might do a certain day weekly upload idk we'll see what happens :)))

- emmii thefangirlwhothinkswaytoomuchaboutthisfanfictionandsignificantdetails