Finch was stood in a large grand kitchen in just a shirt and pants; he grabbed his glass of wine, put his laptop under his arm and started making his way unsteadily up the stairs. He quietly eased the bedroom door open, it was lit only by a small lamp, but he could make out that lying on the bed was a semi naked body, a very fit man's body. He put the glass on the bed side cabinet, placed the laptop on the bed and eased himself onto the bed next to the body. He then opened his laptop and leant it on his good leg as an arm came across his middle.

"Is it morning?" came a sleepy voice.

"No, go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep…I need help." the voice sounded hopeful.

Finch sighed, "Go to sleep."

"Then will you stay with me?" said the body as its head popped up revealing John.

"Yes, John I will. I only went to get my laptop."

"And wine?" John added.

"Is that a problem?"

"Is what a problem?"

"Me getting wine, is it a problem?"

"I don't know."

"Right…now go back to sleep."

"Ok, are you going to be working?" John asked while resting his head on Finch's side.

"Not really just need to do some checks on the machine, why?"

"I'd just…I was hoping you'd lie with me, that's all."

"Ok, I won't be long." He looked at his watch, "It's almost eleven anyway so sleep time soon."

John had been very busy the last few nights with numbers and hardly slept; it concerned Finch how little sleep he'd had in three days. Finch had got a little but he could manage without, however some nights the pain was unbearable that it was easier to not try and sleep, or lie down. Sometimes it was actual pain, others it was his mind, he'd think of whom he was before the accident and how amazing he felt; he was able and loved, and then he'd think about who he was now, an old, lonely, cripple with nothing except a machine, which was his life. It hurt him, mentally and physically. Due to this he clung to John, he was all he had left, but it wasn't who he was, well he didn't think it was. He'd never been or thought of himself as being gay but he had always been attracted to men but had to hide it. But right now all he had was a man. He'd always been feminine but took it as how he was; being gay was wrong, well that was how he was brought up to think and believe. He just craved contact and John gave it to him, though he felt it was very wrong. He knew it meant a lot to John but now he'd opened the door and he couldn't shut it again. He'd let him in and now he was stuck. He'd taken to drinking wine, usually sneakily, with wine he didn't care who was holding, touching or kissing him, it was attention and he needed it. Though he knew John wasn't stupid, he knew John had noticed his drinking, it was the only way he could let John near him. Finch was repulsed by how he looked and needed courage, and he found it in the bottom of wine bottles. He reached over, grabbed the glass and took a large sip. Tonight this glass was the last of a bottle; he'd snuck off a while ago and drank it in the kitchen. He felt himself relaxing and he needed John, like he always did under alcohol, he finished doing his tests; the machine was fine. He finished the wine and set the glass down again as he felt John stir, looking down on him he knew what was coming if John woke long enough. He closed the laptop.

"John?" he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Can you move your arm? I need to get undressed for bed."

"Ok" John smiled opening his eyes.

John moved his arm and Finch slid off the bed. He wobbled a little but steadied himself on the cabinet. He felt brave and he slowly undid his shirt button by button. He undid them all then slipped it off his shoulders and onto a chair, then he slowly undid his belt, then his fly and let the trousers drop to the floor, he kicked them near the chair then sat on the bed.

"Help me." He asked.

His neck was twinging and he couldn't face taking his vest off by himself. He felt John move behind him and he took the edges and pulled it up, between them it was off.

"Thank you." Finch said as he threw it on the chair then turned and got into bed