Happiness Chapter 6

When Finch finally opened his eyes, Reese could see his hesitation and fear lurking in their depths.

“I won’t hurt you, Harold. I would never do anything to hurt you,” Reese whispered. “You gave me everything – my life, my purpose… I owe everything to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, John. You made things possible – all of this, possible – and I’m so glad I found you…”

Finch’s words trailed off as Reese pressed his lips tenderly against his forehead.

“You were right: we did help each other. It’s not just about the Numbers, it’s about… redemption… for both of us.”

Finch inclined his head in acknowledgment, thrilling at the rough scratch of Reese’s five o’clock shadow on his skin. He realized somewhat belatedly that he was now encompassed by the taller man’s arms, held safe within that protective circle. He drew in a deep breath and the jittery, nervous fluttering in the pit of his stomach stilled. He was at peace. He was with Reese, the man he trusted more than anyone else he had ever known.

“This sofa is comfortable,” Reese said, “but it’s nowhere near as comfortable as the bed. How many stores did you go to until you found that one?”

“Oh… a few,” Finch said noncommittally. He had actually shopped at over a dozen.

“It’s perfect,” Reese told him with warmth. “Big, soft, supportive… although I suppose you already know that. Did you test drive it at the store?”

“Of course.”

“I wish you would’ve taken me with you. Not that you needed any help with shopping – I just think you must have looked adorable, trying out all those beds. I would’ve loved to test drive them with you.”

The teasing note of Reese’s voice made something squirm inside Finch, but not in a nervous way. He was being caressed by Reese, too – the long-fingered hands traveling in a soothing rhythm, up and down his shoulder and arm. Finch felt his heartbeat throbbing in his chest, threatening to come up his throat, as the other man’s overtures became more obvious. Reese unbuttoned Finch’s ochre vest with one hand, still stroking his shoulder reassuringly and nosing the hair at his temple so that his breath warmed Finch’s ear every time he spoke.

“I have to admit… I’ve been fantasizing for a while now… how you would look in my bed. Naked.”

A shiver traveled up Finch’s spine at that last word, reverberated in his brain, then shot back down to his groin. All that came out of his mouth, however, was his usual dry tone. It only trembled slightly.

“I must warn you, Mr. Reese, that I… I’m not a young man anymore. I have more wrinkles and… scars… than you might imagine.”

“The more places for me to kiss,” Reese replied, pressing his lips against Finch’s cheek before drawing back. “May I?” he asked with his hands on Finch’s lapels.

Finch nodded in a somewhat jerking motion, but Reese did not seem to notice. He gently helped Finch out of his suit coat, which he draped over the back of the sofa, then divested him of his vest. When Finch began to untie his tie, Reese stopped him, drawing close enough that their noses almost touched.

“Allow me,” he said with smoldering intensity in his gaze.

“Uh… I’m not… helpless, you know,” Finch weakly protested.

“I know. But I’ve wanted to… fantasized about undressing you… for a long time…” Reese murmured.

Finch’s trousers suddenly became too constrictive as his male member declared its interest. With deft movements, Reese slowly unknotted Finch’s tie and slipped it off, then unhooked the top button of his shirt. Finch could only watch helplessly as Reese squatted, supporting himself with one hand on the sofa, and placed his lips on Finch’s Adam’s apple. Reese’s hot, moist breath ghosted over it as Finch gulped involuntarily. Reese gave the entire area a long, lingering lick before resuming his task of unbuttoning the rest of Finch’s shirt. By this point Finch was panting and not even attempting to hide it.

When Reese pushed the dress shirt off his shoulders, Finch did not even notice the cooler air of the room hitting his skin. It might have had something to do with the fact that Reese was burying his nose in the abundant chest hair vying for his attention out the top of Finch’s silk undershirt. Or it might have had something to do with Reese unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, finally affording Finch’s burgeoning cock some relief. After another parting kiss on Finch’s clavicle, Reese knelt and untied his shoes, pulling them off and setting them aside neatly.

“Can you stand up?”

Finch nodded, his mouth too dry to speak, but he was surprised at how steady he was on his feet once Reese had helped him up. He stared, transfixed, as Reese pulled down his trousers, leaving him dressed in only his underwear and socks. It felt almost surreal to be led to the large bed that he had picked out for his friend and associate, but the heat of Reese’s arm around his back grounded him in reality. This was happening. It was happening now. And with almost detached calm, Finch knew he was ready for it.

Reese steadied his older partner as he crawled up into the bed, then covered him with the blankets. Taking a step back, Reese began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements agonizingly slow and a small smile playing on his lips. Finch realized that he was being given an abbreviated version of a strip tease, and his hand automatically went to his crotch where it slipped into the silk boxers to wrap around his straining cock. By the time Reese dropped his trousers and left them to lie on the floor with discarded his shirt, Finch’s manhood was leaking pre-cum.

“Like what you see?” Reese asked with a flirtatious smile as he stroked his own cock – its outline clearly visible – through the fabric of his boxer shorts.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Finch responded, raising his eyebrows.



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  1. Plink42

     /  2013/03/10

    I certainly liked what I saw, though it wasn’t nearly enough, you big tease! 😉

    Yay update! I was afraid you’d forgotten about this. So glad I was wrong. Can’t wait for the sexytimes to continue. 😀

    • I know, I’m evil! Just wanted to get back in the groove of writing — this was where my Muse led me. 😉

  2. Mamahub

     /  2013/03/11

    Oh you beautiful tease! And I mean both John’s striptease and you Thea for STOPPING THERE! Arrggghh! Write quickly! 😀

  3. Mmmm, so yummy, although you are a terrible tease. 😉 But tormenting the readers is half the fun of writing, after all. 😀
    Thanks for sharing! ^_^

  4. bell

     /  2013/03/11

    yes!!!!!!! thank you so much!! >u<

  5. Kate

     /  2013/03/11

    Yes, you and John! Such teases! But worth it, in the long run!

  6. That couple!! So unlikely but that’s the perfect thing about them. They are sooo HOT together. Oh to be a pillow on that bed!

  7. managerie76

     /  2013/03/11



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