Absence ~ Chapter 8

Years of training, as well as necessity, had made Reese’s body adapt to functioning without rest or nourishment for long periods of time; it also had learned to sleep hard when it was able to, catching up in a few hours what would take ordinary men days to recover. So when Reese opened his eyes early the next morning, his senses were refreshed and alert. It might have had something to do with the fact that Finch was also sleeping soundly, safe in his arms, and that the usually reserved man had allowed Reese to hold him in such an intimate manner. Reese did not question it – he was simply grateful that this incident, which could have taken many turns for the worse, had ended as well as it had.

He nuzzled the hair at the nape of Finch’s neck, inhaling the scent of shampoo and soap as well as a faint musk that was distinctly Finch. The computer genius smelled like dried maple leaves, Reese thought – slightly musty, like the old books he collected, but with a sweet undertone. Reese shifted to let his morning erection (trapped within his pajamas) slide into the small indentation between Finch’s thighs. Finch moaned, mumbled, and moved back against Reese’s chest, making his already straining cock grow even larger.

“I can’t hold out if he’s gonna do that,” Reese realized, and began inching away from his unconscious partner. When he had successfully extricated his arm from underneath Finch’s torso, he slipped into the bathroom to relieve himself in more ways than one. All he could think of was the warmth and weight of Finch in his arms, the softness of his hair on his lips, and the curve of his ass where it had rested against his groin, as he jerked himself off in a frenzy of need. He bit back a cry of ecstasy when he came, then leaned against the wall, gasping, while he willed his body to submit to his mind.

Once his toilet was complete, Reese dressed quietly, casting glances at the bed to check on Finch and debating what to do. If he started cooking breakfast, Finch would wake up; but since the older man would probably continue to sleep if uninterrupted, and no doubt needed to, Reese decided to take Bear out for his morning walk first. He scribbled a note – tempted to write it in tap code but opting not to – and left it under Finch’s glasses where he was sure to find it, then pressed a kiss to the sleeping man’s forehead before leaving the apartment.


Reese hurried back after returning Bear to the library. He had spent some time playing fetch with the dog in a nearby park so it would not become restless for a while. He had instructed it again not to chew Finch’s books, but Reese was a realist: he knew that dogs, like people, would revert to their old ways if left unsupervised. He hoped Finch wouldn’t mind keeping Bear occupied while he was away working cases, but he was also confident that interacting with the animal would be good therapy for Finch after what he had just been through.

As he turned the corner onto his street, Reese saw a city service truck parked near his building. Its extendable bucket was already positioned at the top of a utility pole and the man in it was calling out to his partner below.

“Yeah, looks like it’s still in good working condition. You sure this is the one?”

“That’s the number on the work order. Maybe it’s just glitching once in a while.”

The man in the bucket shrugged, turning over a traffic camera in his hand. “All right. I guess it had to be replaced with the new model sooner or later, anyway.”

Reese’s sharp eyes checked every bulge in his tool belt and uniform, making sure the man didn’t have any concealed weapons, since from his vantage point, Reese’s bed – and Finch sleeping in it – was clearly visible. Satisfied that he posed no immediate threat, Reese still took the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to get back to Finch. He hadn’t thought thirty minutes would be a long time to leave him alone, but seeing the utility workers had made him feel uneasy. Slipping back into his apartment, he expelled a sigh of relief to see Finch breathing peacefully and having hardly moved.

He weighed the benefits of food versus sleep and concluded that right now Finch needed sleep more than breakfast. For that matter, so did he. Reese changed back into his pajamas and carefully got back into bed, sliding close to Finch again, and noted that the utility workers had left. There was a new traffic camera pointing down at the street. Everything seemed to be back to normal.

Until he noticed a slight movement. He might not have seen it if the sunlight had not glinted off one of the metallic parts. The traffic camera, which before had been affixed in its position, was slowly moving, pivoting on its new mechanical elbow, turning up and over to stare straight into Reese’s apartment.

He contemplated it for a few seconds, then lifted one hand to wave his fingers at it.

“I see you, too,” he thought silently at the Machine. “What is it – you don’t trust me with Finch? Afraid that I won’t take good care of him? Or maybe, you understand that sleeping together leads to sex, and you’re worried that I might take advantage of him in his weakened state? Is that it?”

A surge of anger spread through his body, but just then Finch grunted and attempted to move. The older man seemed to fall right back into the deep sleep of exhaustion, so Reese could not resist the impulse to kiss his neck where it was exposed, above the collar of the gaudy pajamas, with a fervor that drowned all other emotions.

He felt more than heard Finch’s breath catch in his throat, as well as Finch’s heart thudding as he tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten there.

“Good morning, Harold,” Reese said in his most soothing tone. “It’s all right, you’re safe; I’ve got you… I’ve got you…”

The last phrase he repeated like a mantra while he rubbed one hand up and down his employer’s chest, remembering how Finch had used it to comfort Leila. He felt Finch swallow before he spoke.

“Good morning, Mr. Reese. Is this how you treat all of your rescued victims?”

“Only the extremely wealthy ones,” he teased, a smile rising to his lips although Finch could not see it. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better, thank you,” Finch said with a heartfelt sigh.

“Hungry?”

“Oh… not really. I’m feeling quite… comfortable, at the moment.”

“Good.”

Reese continued to stroke Finch’s body in a slow, soothing motion, offering his own body for warmth and support. This presented Finch with a dilemma, since his vague morning erection was quickly turning into a full-blown hard-on, but he didn’t want to move or do anything that would cause Reese to retract his comfort. His suspicious mind couldn’t help wondering if Reese were doing this in order to extract more information from him; however, his body simply wanted to soak in his warmth and concern. Eventually, his body won out, allowing him to relax and mold his back against Reese’s solid chest.

Little did Finch know that Reese was mustering his courage, taking heart from the fact that the older man had not yet asked him to remove his hands or stop groping him. Reese had vowed to at least confess his feelings for Finch if he got him back safely; now that he had, it was proving difficult to follow through. But the brief panic he had experienced upon finding the utility workers near his apartment had made him realize that, regardless of the outcome, this was something he needed to do.

“Finch… I have to tell you something,” he finally began.

“Yes?”

Finch braced himself to receive bad news from the halting, breathless way Reese had spoken.

“When I realized that you were gone… that you were taken… by a psychopath who had killed Corwin in cold blood… I was almost petrified.” Reese’s hands stilled as he tried to express the complex assortment of emotions running through him. “I couldn’t rest until I found you. I… blamed myself for letting you walk right into that trap.”

“Oh, John, please don’t—”

“I know what you’re gonna say, but I need you to just listen right now. I… I couldn’t eat, and even when I forced myself to, it was like eating sand.” Reese swallowed and licked his dry lips. “What I’m trying to say is… I couldn’t have gone on without you. Not just working on the Numbers – anything. You saved my life, and I can’t live without you anymore.” Into the stunned silence, Reese whispered, “I need you, Harold. I… I love you.”


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16 Comments

  1. farmgirl1964

     /  2012/11/09

    This is such a great story!! I can barely wait between undates …

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  2. T'LIRA

     /  2012/11/09

    Wonderful more…more!

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  3. Plink 42

     /  2012/11/09

    Another great chapter, but would you quit with the teasing already?! You know what we want, and you’re deliberately holding out. 😉

    Reply
  4. Hyaah XD I love this, it’s so sweet and amazing ^^

    Now Reese has gone this far, I just can’t wait for the next chapter!

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  5. Mamahub

     /  2012/11/09

    I loved the Machine checking on his Admin and Asset. Glitching, yeah right!

    Ahh….you are teasing us!!! But the slow sensual burn is good too. 🙂

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  6. rainiejanie

     /  2012/11/09

    What are you trying to do, kill me with sweet? Or maybe anticipation? 😉

    I had a Reese dream a few nights ago. I was a number and his way of protecting me was to hold me all the time. If he had to leave for some reason, he’d come right back as soon as possible and hold me some more. Best. Dream. Ever! \o/\o/\o/

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    • Don’t die yet — I want you to review the smutty chappies, too! 😉

      Er. Mai. Gosh. That’s sooo coool!! And my best dream is playing air tennis with Deeks from NCIS:LA… 😛

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  7. Aw, it’s cute that he was thinking about writing the note in tap code. And that he was so protective of sleeping Finch. ^.^ You’re so good at keeping these two in character, even though the show would never allow them to do this sort of thing. )’X< Hmph. 😦
    This entire thing just makes me go, "D'aw." ^.^

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    • Thanks so much! That’s certainly what I’m aiming for… Maybe someday they’ll have to go undercover as a gay couple just to get close to a Number… Hey, a fangirl can dream, right?
      My work is done! 😀 Oh, wait, I have to write the smut yet… 😉

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  8. deliacerrano

     /  2012/11/09

    Oh so much better to read the complete chapter not just the censored version! I love your comment re going undercover as gay couple ..what a fun idea! Can’t wait to see what Finch’s reply is to Reese’s “I love you” declaration.

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    • Heehee… I only post on FF to lure people over… 😉
      I sort of wrote about that in “Getting Closer” but it wasn’t like they had to be gay in that case… Hmmm…
      Me, too! I keep asking him to tell me how he’s going to respond. *sigh*

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