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FILL: Are you ready (for what I'm about to do to you?), Reese/Finch, explicit, 5/5
(Anonymous) 2013-05-04 07:43 am (UTC)(link)Finch's control snaps the next time he sees Reese.
He doesn't plan it. He doesn't know it's going to happen. Reese has come back from the veterinarian - Bear is spending the night there - and they've been alone in the library, in a sort of heavy, stifling silence, all afternoon.
Reese breaks the silence: "it's the fighting, isn't it."
"I beg your pardon?"
"That's why you hired me, isn't it. Violence. It's… it's unseemly to you, isn't it. That's why you needed someone else to do it for you. You don't want to carry the ethical burden of what we do."
Reese... apparently thinks that he's been the one choosing violence all this time, when really Finch has been letting him… manipulating him, really, into fighting. And somehow has concluded that Finch's outburst was due to a distaste for physical violence in general. Rather than a distaste for Reese getting hurt.
And it's such a ridiculous idea, such an ironically wrong interpretation of events, that it would be comical, if it wasn't for the fact that now, Finch will either have to explain away the confusion, or risk Reese getting even angrier. And then things between them will have to change. And all Finch can see, all that goes through his mind, is a parade of past relationships, glances and touches and broken trust, and Finch suddenly finds himself to be inexplicably, blindingly angry.
"I beg your pardon, Mr Reese?"
"It's the only thing that makes sense, Finch. You have me do all the fighting, but you can barely look me in the eye afterwards."
Finch cannot bear to look in Reese's direction. "Surely you cannot believe that I am so sanctimonious and prude as that," he huffs.
"What should I believe, Finch? That you're comfortable with the use of force and brutality? Because I'm not seeing any evidence of that." Reese moves towards Finch, near the spot when Finch grabbed him the day before. "Look at me. Look at me, Finch, look at me."
Reese is probably about to say that Finch should be the one to rough up a perp in interrogation one of these days. But Finch suddenly feels as though he's become someone else, and he pulls himself up to his full height and slaps Reese, backhanded, his knuckles painfully hitting Reese's cheekbone.
"You idiot," Finch says, his voice quickly rising. "Of course I have you do all the fighting. You are A STATISTICAL FREAK WHO NEVER LOSES A FIGHT. ERGO, OF THE TWO OF US, YOU ARE THE FIGHTER. I don't find violence unseemly. What I find unseemly is the irresponsible stupidity that nearly gets you killed. You. You -"
And Reese hasn't moved for several seconds, his eyes shut tight, his hands gripping the side of the desk. Finch is holding back a yell of pain - what on earth has he just done? - and he's refraining from cradling his knuckles in his other hand. He looks at Reese. Reese opens his eyes.
Reese's eyes are glazed over, and his breathing is becoming laboured, ragged, and Finch, guided by an instinct he didn't know he had, grips Reese's hair and pulls.
Reese lets out a guttural sound, his eyes are fluttering closed, and, pulled down by Finch, he stumbles to his knees. Finch feels as though want and longing must be coming off him in waves, tumbling over Reese. He could do anything he wanted. He takes Reese's chin in his hand. Reese's eyes, barely focused, move up, sliding over the whole length of Finch's body. "Harder," he says.
Finch hand tightens on Reese's chin, gripping it hard. Hurting. Reese gasps out "god," and Finch says, slowly, clearly: "are you ready?"
Reese lets out another guttural sound.
"Are you ready? For what I'm about to do to you?"
Reese whispers "yes".
Finch swipes his thumb up the side of Reese's face, and runs it over his mouth. Reese lets his mouth loll open, and Finch thrusts his thumb into it, gripping Reese's jaw. He pulls Reese like this, towards the chair
Finch sits down, Reese kneeling in front of him.
"You wanted this. You're wanted me to see you like this, how much you like it. You'll do anything I tell you, won't you, John."
Reese nods.
"Then show me. Show me what you want."
And Reese reaches out, pulls at Finch's fly, rubs his face into Finch's lap and swallows Finch down. The sounds he makes are obscene and Finch closes his eyes, lost. His hands and on Reese's head and neck and he feels the hard thump of Reese's heart, and the yearning, helpless noises coming from him, drowning his thoughts.
Finch can feel his movements become more erratic. Reese's hands clutch at him. But he wants - he wants -
"Stop," he whispers, prying Reese off himself. "Stand up."
They stand together, oddly, awkwardly, and Finch reaches up, blindly, to cup Reese's face. Finch has everything to lose, his anger has disappeared, but he can feel and smell Reese and he won't be able to bear it if Reese doesn't love him back, he won't, he'll -
Reese leans down, and their lips touch.
Finch tries to move forward, to grind their cocks together. Reese takes both their erections in his hand, pushing them against each other and stroking them, until he starts shuddering. His stubble scrapes at Finch's skin, he moans "oh my god" into Finch's mouth, and Finch is overcome, and they come all over each other.
Still panting, Finch says "Mr Reese?"
"John."
"John," Finch whispers, my name is…"
The End.
Re: FILL: Are you ready (for what I'm about to do to you?), Reese/Finch, explicit, 5/5
That was GOOD!!!!!!!!!!
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Re: FILL: Are you ready (for what I'm about to do to you?), Reese/Finch, explicit, 5/5
(Anonymous) 2013-05-07 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Are you ready (for what I'm about to do to you?), Reese/Finch, explicit, 5/5