Absence ~ Chapter 9

Finch wondered if he were hallucinating. First he had awoken to find himself in Reese’s apartment, wrapped in Reese’s very arms; then he thought he had heard Reese declare his love for him – that the handsome, dashing former agent actually loved him. It scarcely seemed possible. He continued to stare out the window, unseeing, as his brain tried to process this new information.

“Harold?” Reese prodded, becoming worried. “I’m sorry, if this isn’t the sort of thing you wanted to hear right now…”

“No! No, I mean… I’m just… overwhelmed.”

“Oh,” Reese responded, sounding slightly disappointed.

Finch gave himself a mental shake and tried to shift his body, which was rather difficult to do since Reese still had him wrapped in a tight embrace, but the younger man relaxed his grip when he realized Finch was trying to move. Managing to roll onto his back, Finch looked up into Reese’s eyes.

“I… I hardly know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know,” Reese explained, his ruddy cheeks now tinged with red. “When I thought I might’ve lost you… that was my biggest regret. I didn’t want anything to happen – to either of us – without at least letting you know how I felt.”

Finch swallowed hard, feeling a little exposed without his glasses but still able to read the other man’s expression clearly enough: there was a rare tenderness in Reese’s face (perhaps even some shyness?) as he looked down at his employer and friend from his vantage point, perched on one elbow. His free hand was still resting on Finch’s chest in a protective gesture and the warmth from it seemed to spread throughout Finch’s body, giving him the courage to say what he did next.

“Funny you should mention that,” he began, his lips quirking nervously, “because… I feel the same way about you, too.”

“You do?” Reese echoed, not hiding his surprise.

Finch felt the heat rise into his face but answered, “Yes. For quite some time now.”

Reese considered this for a moment before asking, “When were you going to tell me?”

“Probably never,” was Finch’s honest reply. “I… I didn’t think you would be… interested in me, that way… and I didn’t want my personal feelings to… interfere with our mission.”

Reese mulled this over and mumbled, “So if I hadn’t told you…” as though to himself. Then he declared, enunciating his words very clearly and looking straight into Finch’s wide-open eyes, “Harold: I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always do my job. For you.” The corners of his lips twitched upward as he added, “Even if we have a lovers’ spat, I won’t let that affect my performance. Okay?”

“Uh… okay,” Finch replied, still feeling rather dazed. The idea that he and Reese could be involved in a “lovers’ spat” – which assumed, first of all, that they were “lovers” – was difficult to wrap his mind around. He did not have long to ponder on the mystery of it all, however, since Reese bent down to place his lips on Finch’s, mouthing at the soft flesh with a hunger that had long been ignored. Feeling his own need assert itself in the form of a painful ache radiating from his heart, Finch grabbed at Reese’s shoulders as he returned the kiss with equal hunger and enthusiasm.

When Reese’s tongue begged entrance, Finch gladly granted it, and the younger man’s strong muscle began stroking its counterpart, inviting it to join in a friendly tussle. As they tasted each other and enjoyed the heady friction of their sensory organs, Reese carefully positioned his long torso over Finch’s, supporting his weight on one arm so as to not crush his new lover or place any unnecessary strain on him. After taking a deep breath to replenish his lungs with oxygen, Reese dove back into Finch’s mouth and licked the base of his upper teeth. Finch gasped, nostrils flaring, as he tried to control his physical reaction to the stimulus; however, Reese had already anticipated it and slipped a hand into his underwear, wrapping it around his burgeoning cock. The firm pressure applied to his male organ by Reese’s strong fingers, which created a tunnel and stroked up and down its length, nearly made Finch ejaculate right then and there.

“Not so fast,” Reese told him with a smirk, removing his hand and using it to toss back the covers. “I wouldn’t want you to come all over these nice sheets… Someone very special got them for me.”

“Oh… ah… of course,” Finch responded vaguely.

He watched in helpless amazement as Reese nudged his legs apart and crouched between them, then pulled down Finch’s pajama bottoms and briefs to expose his manhood, allowing it to curve proudly up toward his navel. Hefting the weight of it in both hands this time, Reese appraised its length and girth.

“Very impressive,” he remarked, grinning appreciatively. “I had no idea you owned such a big gun, Harold.”

Finch flushed bright red, but before he could say anything in reply, Reese made all coherent thought impossible by placing the head of his cock into his mouth.

“J-John!” Finch cried out, a shudder running through his groin and threatening to undo him.

“Mmmhmm,” Reese hummed around it, slowly licking the slit. He pulled away deliberately to show a string of pre-come spanning the space between it and the tip of his tongue. Finch’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the sexy spectacle, and Reese gave him a Cheshire Cat grin before lapping up the sticky fluid. “Delicious, Harold. I love a man with nice, juicy meat…”

While Finch continued to gape at him in shock, Reese lowered his lips around his cock again and began to suck on the tip. His hands were not idle, either – the left rubbing up and down the thick shaft and the right massaging his balls – as he focused all of his efforts on pleasuring the other man. Reese had been trained, as a part of his job with the CIA, on how to satisfy both male and female lovers; for once, he was glad to have had that part of his training. Sensing that Finch’s balls had drawn up as tightly as they could and knowing that any further delay would only become more painful, Reese flicked the lower edge of the cockhead with his tongue, stimulating its most sensitive part repeatedly until Finch was babbling in ecstasy.

“Oh, God! Oh, John… oh, God… John, I… Ah! Ah! John! Ah! Oh God! AH! AHHH!!!

Reese kept his lips clamped shut around the quivering organ until every last spurt of come had been released and Finch lay as spineless as a jellyfish, panting with unspeakable pleasure. Swallowing down the fluid in his mouth, Reese savored the salty and somewhat bitter aftertaste, satisfied with the mere knowledge that he had afforded his lover such a powerful release. He knew Finch needed to take his mind off of his recent ordeal; he hoped this would be a good start.

After adjusting Finch’s underwear and pajamas, Reese crawled up along his body on his elbows and rested a fraction of his weight on his torso, nerves on alert in case he made Finch uncomfortable. Still gasping, Finch was staring up at the ceiling, but when Reese kissed his cheek he turned his attention back to his lover.

“Was it good, Harold?” Reese asked, a wry smirk belying his question. He knew damn well that it had been good, but he wanted to hear Finch say so.

“That was… very good, Mr. Reese,” Finch answered, then drew in a deep breath. “I had no idea… you were so talented.”

The pleasure of his approval warmed Reese down to his toes, and he buried his face against Finch’s throat to kiss him there.

“I’m not made of porcelain, John,” Finch remarked in an amused voice. “You can put your weight on me. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” Reese replied before resting more of his body, gradually, on Finch. The older man did not complain but rather encouraged him to relax by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer.

“It seems you’re happy to see me, too,” he said with characteristic dry humor, nudging the bulge in the front of Reese’s pajamas. “Unfortunately, I’m not as adept in the art of… whatever you would call that, as you are. Any attempt would seem amateurish by comparison, although I’m willing to give it a try…”

“No need, Harold,” Reese told him, slipping his hands around and underneath Finch so he could snuggle closer and more comfortably. “But I do want to ask you a favor…”

“What might that be?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Finch instantly knew what he was talking about.

“I love you, John… I love you…”

A rush of heat threatened to overspill Reese’s eyes, but he squeezed his lids shut to contain it.

“I love you, too, Harold.”

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  1. Plink 42

     /  2012/11/10

    Whew! That did not disappoint. Hot and sweet at the same time. Makes me want to say “awwww” while fanning myself. Can’t wait to see what happens next. 😀

  2. rainiejanie

     /  2012/11/10

    Ugh, you HAD to end it there! 😉

    If you’re really trained for that in the CIA, sign me up!

    Maybe this will be fuel for another sexy Reese dream. I hope, I hope. 😀

  3. Mamahub

     /  2012/11/10

    Well, we always knew that Reese is VERY talented! And that there is muc more to Finch than meets the eye! So wonderful that they could discover all kinds of new things about the other! 😉

    Seriously though, this was beautifully sensual and tender.

  4. Alicia

     /  2012/11/10

    That…. was REALLY hot! I always love your POI stories.

  5. D’aw. Sweet and sexy, just the way I like it. 😉 Thanks, dear. 😀 ❤

  6. Yes much better in full on this site just as last chapter was. Is Finch going to reciprocate?
    What changes will we see in how they act toward each other & in their private lives I wonder?

  7. Kate

     /  2012/11/11

    Wow -words fail me! Just wonderful! Thanks!

  8. T'LIRA

     /  2012/11/29

    Awwwah! That was so terribly sexy sweet. You are a great writer. Could you please write part 10 soon, I need my next story fix, I can’t wait am in dire need. Thanks!


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