Chapter 6
They undress in the opulent master bedroom. John feels oddly shy. It’s not the first time he and Harold have changed clothing around one another but the circumstances are so different. He is suddenly conscious of the scars his dangerous life have left on his body.
Harold doesn’t seem to mind. He has scars of his own. He smiles as they crawl into the king sized bed and settle in other’s arms.
“You’re very beautiful, John.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to John’s lips. “Would you like it if I explored you?”
“Yeah.” John settles back on the mattress. Harold is beside him, propped up on one elbow with the help of a few pillows. The older man kisses him gently while his free hand trail’s over John’s shoulders and chest. Harold smiles at John’s gasp when he gently pinches John’s nipple. John thinks he might go insane from Harold’s teasing. Finch cheerfully spends ten minutes on John’s nipples despite John’s increasingly urgent moans.
John is rock hard by the time Harold’s fingers trail down to his groin.
“I wonder if there’s anything we could use.” Harold muses while running his fingers through the wiry hair on John’s pubes.
John gives a helpless little whimper, before gasping, “One second.”
The bathroom yields an assortment of sample sized tubes and a box of condom. Thank god for fancy hotels. John franticly scoops up everything before running back to the bed and present them to Harold. The older man rewards him with a kiss. John settles back into bed while Harold is coating his fingers with the contents of one of the tubes.
John can’t hold back his groan. Harold’s hand are slick and sure. Gentle fingers tease the head of John’s cock, trail down his length and tickle his balls. Harold has seemingly limitless patience, happy to spend time delicately driving John insane.
“I’d like to suck you.” Harold announces, sounding thoughtful. “May I?”
John’s not particularly coherent, but Harold is able to successfully interpret his inarticulate noises as avid consent.
It takes a little maneuvering, between his hip and his back, Harold cannot easily rearrange himself. A couple of extra pillow stuffed under John’s hips put him at a better angle. Harold settles himself between John’s legs and takes him in hand.
The first lick is electric. John fists the sheets as Harold wraps a gentle hand around the base of John’s and swallows as much as he can manage. The part of John’s brain that is still working thinks he ought to be embarrassed by the inarticulate pleading noises that Harold is wringing out of him. Trained interrogators all over the world hadn’t been able to reduce him to this. However, it feels too good for him to care. Harold carefully cups John’s balls, rolling them before sliding a finger behind them to tease John’s anus.
“Yes,” John gasps. “More, I need more, please, Harold.”
Harold smiles around John’s dick, adds a little more lube to his fingers and begins to probe in earnest. It’s the best thing John’s ever felt. He knew Harold was good at multitasking but this is beyond anything he ever imagined. He groans as Harold’s tongue teases the head of his cock while Harold’s fingers find John’s prostate.
“Not going to last.” He rasps out. It feels so damn good. He can feel the pleasure building in his gut. Harold leaves off teasing and begins to suck in earnest and John is coming.
“God, Harold.” He gasps as Harold crawls up to kiss him. He can taste himself in Harold’s mouth. His hand reaches for Harold’s groin.
Between kisses Harold whispers encouragement to John. John finds a vial of lube and coats his fingers.
“That, uhh, that is very good, Mr. Reese.” Harold gasps as John takes him in hand.
“I think you can call me John.” Reese laughs softly. Harold is beautiful like this. His normal air of restrained propriety lost to his passion. John suspects he will never get tired of seeing this. He can only hope Harold will want to do this again.
“I’m close.” Harold manages to pull John’s head down so they can trade kisses.
To John’s delight, Harold gives a little whimper when he comes. John licks come off his fingers before kissing Harold again.
Harold calls Room Service before joining John in the shower. When they emerge wrapped in hotel robes, a fire is kindled in the fireplace, wine is cooling in an ice bucket and three covered plates are waiting.
One plate proves to hold a dish of Bear’s regular dog food. John fills a bowl with water places it on the floor of the kitchenette. He pours them both a glass of wine. Instead of eating at the table, Harold takes his plate and glass into the sitting area and settles on the sofa. John picks up his own food and follows.
The are quiet as they eat but John finds the silence comforting. He’s not sure exactly what he’s eating, some kind of ravioli stuffed with meat and squash, but it tastes great and the wine probably costs almost as much as the room.
When they finish, John takes the plates back to the kitchenette and comes back to cuddle on the sofa beside Finch.
“Want to give the soaker tub a go?” He suggests after a bit.
“Mmm,” Harold hums agreeably. “I’d like to do this again, if that’s agreeable to you.” He smiles at John.
“Yes.” John presses a kiss to Harold’s lips. “Anytime you want, Harold.”
“I should order those wedge pillows that Mr. MacLeod recommended.” Finch murmurs between kisses.
John considers Harold draped over one of those sex lounges upholstered in burgundy colored leather.
“Yeah, there was something I wanted to buy too.”