Gold Chapter Two
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Even though John had initiated their kiss, still dumbstruck at finally seeing his friend and lover again, Reese just stood there unmoving, gaping at the other man as if any moment he might disappear.
The pleasure of being reunited with his partner that had painted Harold’s face moments earlier quickly faded replaced by a doubtful grimace. “My apologies Mr. Reese, I seem to have assumed too much. I was hoping that we….I thought that you…” Looking past the taller man Finch’s shoulders slumped as he tried to walk out of the room.
“No, don’t go!” Reese grabbed the fleeing man’s arm, turning him around. “Please?” Desperate to keep Finch from leaving, John released his hold on the shorter man’s arm, grasped both his shoulders and pinned Harold against the wall using his own body.
Knowing the extent of Finch’s previous injuries, Reese hadn’t used much force restraining him, so he knew Harold’s groan wasn’t one of pain. “I do want you,” John growled out huskily before lowering his head to crush his willing prisoner’s lips with hungry bruising kisses.
John slid his hands from his lover’s shoulders down the softness of the tee covering Harold’s chest before placing his hands flat against the wall and bending his knees slightly. He pushed up and into Harold’s growing hardness with his own as the other man’s trembling hands caressed his back. Both men rutted against each other following a rhythm of thrusts, Harold’s groping hands, whimpers and hungry kisses.
Reese pushed himself up and away when Harold had begged against his lips, “I want to see you and touch you.” The desire in John’s eyes let his lover know without words that he needed the same.
With trembling fingers his yearning companion reached out to undo the buttons of the worn denim work shirt John wore now. He stilled the shaky hands with his slightly more steady ones entwining their fingers and raising them to his mouth, kissing each knuckle of the older man’s fingers. Each digit lovingly tasted John lowered their joined hands, brushing his thumbs over the softer skin on the back of Harold’s smaller hands, hands not work roughened as his own larger ones. “Let me,” John huffed out, his own breathing still ragged.
Hearing the swift intake of breath and watching eyes growing wider with lust behind the glasses’ lenses as he undressed himself, John’s own passion grew. He wanted to strip slowly, to preen before his lover, slowly revealing toned muscles honed even more from his labor, only his length was getting painfully hard in the confines of his jeans.
Backing the few steps to be able to sit on the bed, John hastily untied the laces of his workman's boots, pulling them off along with the crew socks and chucking them all to the side. Then Reese stood to rid himself of the confines of denim and cotton. John’s eyes never left the other man’s face and when his long thick cock bobbed free fully erect, he watched Harold run his tongue over that twisted lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, biting it, trying to contain the needful whimper that escaped anyways.
Both men moved close again, John allowing his lover to look upon his nude body, to be touched and explored by smaller gentler hands. He closed his eyes, reveling in the worship of fingers brushing like feathers over the brown pebbles of his hardened nipples, down his chest and across the taut muscles of his abdomen. When one hand grasped his balls and the other encircled his length, Reese thrust into the hold several times before it became too much, his eyes snapped open and John begged his partner to stop.
“I need to see you now!” John groaned, responding to those hands dropping suddenly from his body and Harold’s brief sigh of disappointment. Finch always hesitant to bare himself and show his scars, even in front of the only person to have seen him so intimately, took a deep breath before swallowing hard. When the anxious man nodded his assent, Reese was so overwhelmed by amount of faith the maimed man had in his lover to look upon his battered body without pity or disgust, that it shook John to his core.
Reaching across the arm’s length between them he removed Harold’s glasses, folding and placing them on the bedside table. John slid his hands under the hem of the blue tee Finch wore, caressing the heated skin of the smaller man. When he felt his skittish partner relax under his touch, John slid his hands up Harold’s sides, bringing the cotton shirt up along with them. When they reached his underarms, Harold raised his hands as if in surrender to allow John to pull the tee shirt up and off to toss on top of Reese’s discarded clothes.
A strand of Finch’s longer hair fell down on his forehead, which John pushed back kissing across where the stray lock had fallen. “I could never hurt you.” Reese promised, whispering in the broken man’s ear.
Reaching down to unbutton the fly in Finch’s jeans, John smiled for a split second, even in his haste to see the other man bare. Of course Harold Finch, whoever, whatever he was now would never wear anything that had a zipper in the fly. Zipper or buttons were quickly forgotten when Reese reached under the waistband of Finch’s boxers and felt pre-cum oozing from the head of Harold’s hard cock. John needed to taste his lover’s tangy-sweetness again.
Sitting down on the bed once more, Reese urged Finch to use his shoulders for balance after he anxiously tugged down both jeans and boxers. Holding tightly, Harold lifted each foot as John pulled off each shoe and each sock so he could step out of the legs of his pants and underwear.
When his lover finally stood naked in front of him John raised his face letting Harold see only banked desire and unfulfilled longing written on his features.
While John’s chest was smooth and practically free of hair, Harold’s was liberally covered with brown gray matting. The hair on his stomach was dark brown almost black. Unlike the curling softness surrounding pink nipples, this patch of hair lay flat shaped as a v pointing to a curling mass of even darker hair surrounding the treasure John sought.
Reaching up, he ran his fingers through hair on the stomach and chest to pinch at the pink nipples causing Harold to gasp and thrust his hips forward, his cock jutting out. All John needed to do was open his mouth and move his head forward just a fraction to capture Harold’s leaking tip with his tongue.
After sucking the head in, capturing its fluid and swallowing, John wanted more. Moving his hands down the other man’s chest Reese clutched Finch’s hips pulling him forward and the man’s hardness further into his mouth, the cockhead touching the back of his throat.
Massaging Finch's hips, especially Harold’s damaged one, the plump cheeks of his ass, and back to hips John tried to urge the man to thrust into his mouth. Feeling the trembling tautness in Finch’s sides as he tried to resist, frustrated John pulled off, lifted the other man’s hands and put them atop his own head. John wrapped his hand around Finch’s shaft stroking him several times before taking the full length in his mouth once more gradually sucking and gulping it in.
Gripping Finch's thighs like before, John used his hands again to urge his lover to fuck into his mouth. The hands on Reese's head roughly carded through his hair, before clutching it tightly. Harold whimpered, “John…I need...”, and Finch gave in to his want to plunge into wet warmth. Reese moved his head in time with Harold’s now desperate thrusts in his need to climax. A need that that been built so much during their months of separation that it only took a few frantic pushes before Finch spilled in his lover’s mouth, John swallowing every drop.
Reese released the softening organ from his mouth to look up at the bliss on his lover’s face. When Harold opened his eyes to touch Reese’s face so lovingly, John gently pulled the sated man down to lay alongside him on the bed.
The reunited partners faced one another, touching and exploring, getting reacquainted with the other’s body. John rewarded the scarred man’s faith in him by reverently brushing gentle fingertips over the puckered ridges of damaged flesh, intently looking into the other man’s kind pale blue eyes, “I love you. All of you.”
The former agent's body was marked by healed wounds he’d received in battles or on CIA assignments; some even with his job working with Finch, yet Harold touched those with awe and wonderment. Even after hearing his partner and lover declaring how he felt, Harold still gazed upon John’s handsome face with amazement that this brave battled scarred ex-soldier wanted him.
Reese leaned in to reaffirm his words with another hungry open mouthed kiss when Harold felt John’s hardness pressing into his belly. Trying to move downward intent on giving back what the older man had received; John stopped him by partially covering Harold’s body with his own. “Just touch me, Harold. Please?”
John moaned his approval when Harold slicked up his hand with the fluid leaking from Reese’s throbbing cockhead and wrapped it around John's shaft. Reese raised himself on his elbows, one on each side of Finch’s head and neck. With his eyes locked onto Harold’s widened ones, John moved his hips slowly, pumping into the man’s hold on his cock. Like the other man’s, his ardor had only intensified despite being suppressed during their long separation and John came quickly covering Harold’s hand and chest with his milky white essence.
John rolled off lying flat on his back, his eyes closed, when he felt Finch reach over him and take something out of the drawer. Through lidded eyes Reese watched his ever fussy partner clean his hand and chest with a pre-moistened disposable cloth before tossing it away and leaning back, a totally contented smile on his face.
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