Absence ~ Chapter 11

Reese made another show of pushing down his pajama bottoms, which (Finch now realized) he’d been wearing commando. The languid way he moved first one side and then the other over his hips made Finch’s mouth water. He wanted to taste that skin, every inch of it, as more of Reese’s legs became visible. Tossing the bottoms on the floor, too, Reese hovered over Finch in glorious nudity.

“So beautiful…” Finch whispered appreciatively.

“So are you.”

As though to confirm his statement, Reese crouched to place kisses along his soft, sensitive belly. Finch laughed involuntarily as Reese’s stubble tickled his stomach hairs, then felt Reese chuckling against his navel. He shifted to help Reese slide his pajama top off and out from under him, after which it was discarded with Reese’s on the floor. Since Reese was kissing down his chest to his abdomen, Finch was about to make some self-deprecating comment about his less-than-fit physique when Reese pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down and, almost in the same movement, swallowed his cockhead into his mouth. All Finch could do was gasp and flail as Reese suckled on his manhood and pulled off the last of his clothing.

“Beautiful. And perfect,” Reese declared in a reverent whisper, memorizing the sight of Finch, naked, lying before him. The older man’s sizeable cock was arched up and resting in his stomach hair, leaving a trail of liquid silk as Reese moved to line his own against it and jostled the bed.

“Oh!” Finch cried as the two cocks came into contact. He was surprised at how good it felt to have Reese’s long, straight, and incredibly hot penis rubbing against the underside of his own. Reese was holding them together with one hand and supporting his weight with the other.

“Harold… you can touch it, too,” he hinted without stopping his gentle movements.

“Ah… okay,” Finch responded. He tentatively wrapped his hands around the two shafts, enclosing them in a close tunnel. “Oh… this is nice.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Reese’s crow’s feet wrinkled in pleasure. “I could do this all day… Just… enjoying your company.”

“Oh, is that what you call this?”

With another chuckle, Reese planted a kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose.

“Can you roll over on your side?”

“I suppose I can be persuaded…”

Reese followed his movement so that their cocks did not have to break contact and then – leaving Finch in charge of holding them together – he reached into the drawer of the bedside table to retrieve a brand-new tube.

“You’re certainly prepared,” Finch remarked dryly.

“I picked it up last night. Thought it might come in handy,” Reese admitted. “Do you want me to use a condom?”

“That’s not necessary, John – I know you’re clean.”

“That’s right,” Reese grinned, warming the tube in his armpit. “You know ‘exactly everything’ about me, don’t you?”

“I do try.”

“And now… you’re about to know me in the Biblical sense…”

The expectant, smug expression made Finch laugh.

“And vice versa.”

“Mmm… I like that kind of vice,” Reese said as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Before Finch could think of a snappy comeback, those fingers were sliding into the crevice of his buttocks, tenderly parting the soft globes of flesh to glide along the canyon there and test the tight entrance to the interior. Reese applied more of the slick fluid to his fingers and renewed his exploration, reassuring Finch by kissing his face while coating the puckered skin thoroughly with lube. He spent so much time teasing and prodding the muscle that Finch did not realize his fingertip had slipped into the ring until it had already happened. Reese wasted no time – he found Finch’s prostate and rubbed it in a circular motion. Finch shuddered and almost came as the most delectable thrill radiated through his body.

“OH! Oh, John… that’s… marvelous!” he panted.

“You can let it out any time you want to, Harold – you don’t need to hold back,” Reese told him. “It’ll take me a while to get you ready, and it might be easier if you’re more… relaxed.”

“It hardly seems fair, John; you’ve already made me climax once, and I don’t recall you getting any satisfaction out of the experience.”

“Oh, I got a lot of satisfaction, Harold. Just the look on your face…” Reese shot him a grin. “It was worth every bit of trouble I went through to get you here. You’re gorgeous when you smile… Did you know that?”

“I am?” Finch echoed, so shocked that his hands fell slack, neglecting their cocks.

“You are,” Reese stated firmly, then withdrew his finger in order to apply more lube to it. “Absolutely, stunningly, gorgeously beautiful.”

Finch didn’t know how to respond to such high praise, but soon he was distracted by Reese inserting two fingers into his well-slicked hole. It was uncomfortable at first, but when Reese stroked his prostate again, it felt as though stars were exploding inside of him. Since Finch’s cock was reinvigorated, Reese rubbed his own against it in time to his fingers, making Finch come in a maelstrom of pleasurable sensations, his hot semen coating both of their stomachs.

“Oh… Oh, John…” Finch mumbled, almost incoherently.

Reese wrapped the smaller man in his arms and held him while he came down from his hormonal high.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Then Reese began to stretch his sphincter muscle in earnest, moving behind Finch so he could see his progress. Completely comfortable and relaxed now, Finch barely realized when Reese placed three fingers into his opening.

“I think you’re ready.”

“I should think so. I’m surprised you’ve been able to wait so long…”

“I knew it’d be worth it.”

Reese placed his leaking cock at the entrance and eased it in, gratified to have Finch arch his back towards him as he hit his G-spot on the first try.

“Oh, God!”

“So tight… Harold, you feel so amazing…”

Reese continued to murmur sweet nothings into Finch’s ear as he worked his cock in deeper, forging his own pathway through Finch’s body and teaching it to accept his intrusion – to welcome it, even. He withdrew and re-entered a few times just to stroke his prostate, sending sparks of joy through the older man and invigorating his libido for the third time that morning. For a while Reese assisted in stroking that exposed erection but, as his long-deferred need finally came close to fulfillment, he left Finch to handle his cock by himself so he could grip both of Finch’s hips for leverage.

Their conversation became limited to grunts and occasional exclamations when Reese began rhythmically thrusting in and out, wringing every muscle in his hips to press his cock in as deep as it could possibly go. His tight balls were serving as a stopper against Finch’s ass, but his satisfaction was achieved by pounding his cockhead into the farthest reaches of his lover’s body, the tightest part of his internal tunnel, where no-one – not even Finch himself – had ever touched. With every thrust, Reese’s sensitive cockhead was wedged into that heated pressure, sending waves of masculine achievement coursing through his body.

Finch did not think he had it in him for a third orgasm in such a short time, so he was only languidly fondling himself. It was almost more satisfying just to feel Reese inside him, taking pleasure in and ownership of his body. To hear Reese breathing hard from the strenuous exercise of sex, grunting in near-bestial lust, gasping in ecstasy, and know that it was all being caused by Finch’s corporeal existence – it was a wonder and a mystery too great for words.

“Ah… Ah! Finch… Harold… Mmmph! Hah, ah, ah – Ah! AH! AHH!! AHHH!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!”

With a final shout, Reese began ejaculating into Finch’s narrow passage, coating it with his semen which he then smeared with each subsequent thrust. The heat, the tightness, the intimacy, the pleasure – the delirious pleasure brought on by being able to consummate months of desire at last – shook Reese to the core of his being. He was welded to Finch now; he didn’t want to ever be separated from him. He slid his hands across his lover’s chest to hold him tightly and never let go.

Finch experienced the eruption within his body with a mixture of awe and delight. He had given Reese this pleasure – he, Harold Finch, sometimes Harold Wren, with countless other aliases but only this one form and body. His thick cock twitched in sympathetic excitement, making him wonder if he did indeed have a third orgasm left in him. But it was secondary to the happiness he felt at being able to afford Reese the satisfaction his employee, rescuer, and friend so richly deserved.

“That… was… amazing,” Reese finally managed to say.

You’re amazing,” Finch replied, covering Reese’s hands with his own.

“No, you are.”

Finch let a light laugh slip through him, which reverberated through Reese as well.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one, Mr. Reese.”

“Agreed, Mr. Finch.”

Finch was gazing out through the window without really seeing anything, simply enjoying the comfort of being in his lover’s arms, their bodies still connected, when his brain alerted him to an anomaly.

“John… is that a new camera over there?”

“Yeah. They just installed it this morning. New model – can move on its arm.”

There was a moment of tense silence. Reese was the one who broke it.

“The Machine had them install it. I think it just wanted to make sure that I’d take good care of you.”


Finch sounded rather disconnected, neither pleased nor horrified by this discovery, as though he had deliberately drained his response of emotion.

“I am taking good care of you, aren’t I?” Reese prodded.

“Most undoubtedly,” Finch replied, sounding more like his usual self. “I’ve never been taken care of better…”

His voice trailed off as Reese bent over to kiss his cheek. It took some doing, due to Finch’s injured neck, but they managed to twist around until they could kiss full on the mouth without removing Reese’s cock from Finch’s ass. The next moment, Finch had forgotten completely about the Machine’s new eye on them.

Satisfied, it returned the camera to its normal position, to monitor the streets below.

A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the end of this story, but my pursuit of Rinch will still continue! 😉

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  1. Plink 42

     /  2012/12/08

    Two great chapters and an even greater wrap-up. You’ve been busy. 😀

    Awww, it’s over! *sniff* It was so fun watching them unravel their feelings for each other then indulge in everyone’s favorite vice. Remember when I accused you of teasing? I take it back. 😉

    Can’t wait for more from you! :-*

    • Thanks so much! I’d thought of working it into their first real date (“Does it have to be beer?”) but decided that with my time constrains, I’d better wrap it up here. Hope it leaves everybody satisfied… 😉

  2. rainiejanie

     /  2012/12/08

    Two chapters, YAYYY!! 🙂

    It’s over, BOOOO!! 😛

    Loved the story. Great job! I’m also looking forward to more. Wish I could write. But I’d probably only write shower scenes for Reese, and who wants that? * hand shoots up* If that ever happens on the show, I WILL die.

    Keep up the great work ❤

    • LOL – Thanks!
      I would read shower scenes of Reese if Finch is in there with him… 😉 But if they ever show Reese in a shower on the show, I think a lot of women are going to suffer heart palpitations. 😀

  3. Kate

     /  2012/12/08

    Thea! This was wonderful! Thank you so much!

  4. deliacerrano

     /  2012/12/08

    I’m sorry it’s ended. So sexy and they are such a unique couple. I want to read your next story for sure.

  5. Mamahub

     /  2012/12/08

    Sigh! So smexy and loving and perfect and gorgeous. They are completely connected now and will never be parted again *fingers crossed*

    Thank you for this wonderful reunion story! Please keep writing Rinch for them and us!


  6. Reblogged this on jay513 and commented:
    this is what I just finihed

  7. managerie76

     /  2013/02/06

    Just wanted to say..I m re-reading this GEM since I can’t sleep.

    • Aww, sorry you’re having trouble sleeping… I didn’t sleep well last night, either — too much on my mind. Hope this helped you relax, at least! 😀

  8. deliacerrano

     /  2013/02/06

    Re-read it. My Gosh it’s just as good the second time around! You write great stuff…smut & regular. Hope you are already planning your next Rinch fiction.

    • Thanks so much! :’) I needed that today — I’m doing my taxes…
      I do, I just have to take care of all this stoopid *real life* stuff first. That last episode… oh, the feels!!!

  9. managerie76

     /  2013/05/02



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