As always I don't own Person of Interest. Only the ideas behind the plots of my fics.


John and Shaw were waiting in a car for their number on time and the subject of Harold's bespoke suits came up.

Shaw was looking through some binoculars, checking to see if their number was ever going to make a move inside of their apartment. The comms were currently off since nothing new had come up. Plus, if Harold had to contact them, he'd call.

"You know how Harold's always wearing his sharp bespoke suits and all? Think for someone whose a wizard with computers he'd expand the colors he'd wear on the color spectrum, you know?" Shaw talks aloud trying to kill the time since she was hungry but nothing she brought with her would have been as satisfying as a juicy burger with fries and a draft beer.

John going over the information Harold had sent them on his phone then looks up at Shaw at the mention of Harold's suits. "Well Shaw, I'm sure Finch is just particular. Besides, I highly doubt he would wear any other colors than what we've seen him in."

Seeing a light go on and saw Shaw adjust the binoculars. Looking, she saw that their number was making a call. "Uh huh, I don't believe you for a minute. If it were anyone on this team, I think you'd have the best chance at convincing bookworm to wear another color. Speaking of, contact him and have him trace the call our number's dialing out."

With that, the topic was dropped. It didn't mean the seed hadn't already been planted in John's mind and he was actually looking forward to the unintentional challenge Shaw had given. Smiling he tapped his earpiece. "Harold, we're gonna need you to trace a number for us."

A couple more weeks passed by without John really doing too much, except he was constantly on his phone within Harold's hearing range as well. He flipped through pages of images of bespoke suits and color combinations and would glance at Harold from the corner of his eyes and try and picture how they could look on the man.

Though he noticed John on the phone more he said nothing. Still, he never complained so long as the man did his job in saving the numbers as best he could and also kept himself safe. One of their recent numbers required himself to go as Harold Lark, as a security firm CEO to attend the annual meeting. They had a number earlier in the day that was solved and none followed suit.

Still, Harold wanted to have John meet him at their favorite house for some R&R. They were at a point in their relationship that both have participated in making love to the other. While they are lovers he notices that John is upset with the two of them not spending as much time together.

Taking out his phone, he called John, who answered right away. "John, I have a meeting to attend, meet me at the Soho house and we can go out to dinner when I'm finished here. I should be done by 5pm but if it gets later I shall inform you. You have the rest of the day off to try and relax." With that he hung up and drove himself to the meeting, wishing instead to spend time with John.

John sighed but knew that this particular meeting was one of a few that Harold frequented annually. He smiled knowing that he could go shopping for the suit that he thinks that Harold will like. Calling Bear from further inside of the Subway, he called Shaw.

"Hey, I have something planned tonight, you mind watching Bear for a few days? I'll buy you whatever you want if you don't ask questions." Knowing Shaw would ask but when he played the buy whatever she wanted chip she dropped it.

Shaw, on the other end of the line had been sipping a corona since they were off duty and checking her inventory when she got the call from John. "Yeah, I guess so. You're lucky I adore Bear so much or else you'd be SOL. Now as for payment let's see. A couple new toys would be nice and you're taking my place on the next seven stakeout numbers. We have a deal?" She grinned knowing that John hated stakeouts.

John closed his eyes at Shaw's terms but knew it would be worth it if Harold really did like his suit. "Fine, you got a deal Shaw. I'll drop Bear off in a bit and throw in a meal ticket too. See ya in a bit." With that, he grabbed a paper that he scribbled a dealer that owed him toys constantly and called him saying a friend would stop by and let her choose whatever she wanted but was allowed only three toys this time around.

After dropping off Bear and giving Shaw the location of the dealer and her meal ticket he went off to buy the suit. He managed a reservation with a tailor who would be making the suit. Once there he told the clerk who he was but not who he is.

A Mr. Clark walked John through the whole shop. "Now, Mr. Langly, was it? You seem to know a decent amount about bespoke suits. Did you have anything already in mind? We can get the measurements done right away if you do." He was smiling and had a tape measure around his wrist like a bracelet.

John held out both hands to try and calm the man. "Oh no, it's not for me, but I do have all the specifications I know you will need. I have the exact measure, colors and styles I'd like the suit to be made. Here's the list."

He handed over the slip of paper of everything the tailor would need.

Mr. Clark looked over the list and was surprised when there was an order for both two ties and pocket squares. "May I inquire why there would be a need for more than one each of a tie and pocket square? I assure you that our quality is quite good and you won't have to worry about any wear and tear."

John smiled and tried to come up with some sort of cover. "Well, you see, I wanted to match what my partner would be wearing. He likes, when we were something similar, to show that we're together. He's old school like that I suppose." Hoping the tailor got his drift and didn't push for more.

The tailor did get it and grinned. "Why, of course Mr. Langly, that is not a problem at all then. If you'd like to come back in a few hours I can have the suit done for you in no time."

He was already collecting the colors and materials he would need for the order.

John had been hoping he didn't have to leave. "Well the suit is a bit of a surprise so if it wasn't too much trouble I'd rather stay. I saw a lounging area, may I sit and wait? I have no other appointments or business til later this evening. If that's okay with you, of course."

The tailor gave a warm smile. "No not a problem at all. Please make yourself as comfortable as you'd like." With that the tailor disappeared with an armful of materials.

For the first hour or so John slowly walked around the rather large shop. Looking at the various suits hung on the mannequins and racks hung up for display. He was amazed to actually 'see' how many color combinations there could be.

Shaw does have a fair point of Harold's color variety a bit lacking. There's easily a dozen other combinations I can see in here that Harold could wear. Now, being able to convince the man to even try on a different suit is another matter entirely.

Amused by his own musings, he continued to look around. On occasion he would hold up a suit to the side of him in front of a mirror and see Harold reflected back in the suit that he had chosen. With that, John managed to keep himself occupied for most of the later part of the morning into the late afternoon. He checked his phone but nothing had come from Harold. He was a bit disappointed but glad or else his surprise would be ruined.

The tailor came out when it was fully finished and saw Mr. Langly holding out one of the samples that had been hung up and grinned. Knocking on the wall he got the man's attention. "If you would come back here and double check that everything is to your liking Mr. Langly." He called holding out a hand for the man to come forth and look at the finished product.

John couldn't help but let a small blush color his face at being caught. Yet he was excited to see the finished product and quickly but neatly put the suit back and made his way to the back. There, the tailor was situated to the side and the suit was in the middle of the room on a mannequin.

His breath hitched at how stunning the suit was and how the colors seemed to pop but not overly much. "You did a fine job, Mr. Clark. I must say if this goes well I will probably be coming here again. I'm not an expert but I don't see any issue. I'll pay for everything now rather than later if that's alright." He was a bit giddy at seeing Harold surprise all finished and ready for him.

The tailor gave a nod. "Of course Mr. Langly I will get this all wrapped up for you. While I do that why don't you meet me at the registers? It shouldn't be but a few moments as I get everything all ready."

Meanwhile at a meeting, Harold was listening to his associates talk about how their revenues and such were doing. Giving their reports of a few small accidents they had in installing and how some houses had issues with the wiring and how they were troubleshooting around the issue.

Weeks of numbers and finally a decent break and I'm stuck here. This had better not go on much longer or else I may up the work hours and quota for the whole team. He was a bit frustrated as he clicked through windows of what his employees were talking about.

Inside what looked like a regular meat market Shaw was in the back and downstairs with the weapons dealer that John had recommended. She picked up a nice belt of grenades, several dozen clips of ammo, and a combo set of throwing knives she managed to coerce the man to put as a bundle. Then she was off to enjoy her meal at a grand buffet that was known for good food and was already paid for.

John remembered to take a picture of the whole thing just in case. He still was unsure if he would leave the whole suit in the packaging or if he'd lay it all out. John was partial to leaving it all in the elegant boxes when Mr. Clark came out and see the knowing look in John's eyes of wondering what mysterious contents were in those boxes. After using one of his credit cards, he quickly thanked the tailor before exiting the shop.

Alright it's already 1pm. I have a few more errands to run and a few phone calls before I have to meet Harold at the Soho house we both like so much. Have to still get some champagne that I know he likes, some candles, flowers, and then make a phone call for dinner to be delivered.

With that in mind, and all the goodies in the back seat, John was on his phone looking up the best places for everything. He noticed he would be going all over the city if he wanted to get everything. Visualizing a map he figured it could be cutting things close but he wasn't about to skimp anything off his list and had to wish for small miracles.

The candles were first and John had a hard time choosing. By the time he was done he was sniffling from all the different scents in the store his nose hurt a bit. Looking at the map he saw the champagne would be next so he hurried off and was glad the flower shop was actually near the Soho house and he had called in dinner when he was in the car.

Looking at his clock at the bottom of his laptop, Harold saw that it was getting close to 5pm and dreaded having to tell John he would be taking longer. However, the main speaker said that they had hit everything and that the meeting was adjourned. Letting out a sigh of relief, he thanked everyone before leaving first.

Getting in his car, he tried to call John but all he got was a bit occupied and was answered by a busy signal. He left a message saying he'd meet John at the Soho house before hanging up. Frowning, Harold started the car and made the drive there. He had to hold back frustration when he was met with every single yellowed light that turned red, making his reunion with John slow going after such a long day. He rested his head on the steering wheel in annoyance before calming down if for a short while.

John finally managed to get the flowers and, checking his watch, saw that he only had maybe half an hour remaining if he was lucky. Quickly carrying everything inside, he went to getting all set up. He immediately set to chilling the champagne and then cut the flowers like the florist said and put them in the vase he bought.

He called the restaurant just to make sure everything was still on schedule and gave a sigh of relief when things were running smoothly. Looking once again at his watch, he had 15 minutes and his phone chirped and his heart raced but then calmed down when it said Harold would be another 10 minutes longer since he was hitting every yellow, it would seem.

"Well guess small favors are working out for me. Now I gotta hurry up and get ready." Moving the suit packages the bedroom he had them neatly stacked on the table near the bedroom window that had a chair that Harold like to enjoy tea and a reading a book before bed.

Then grabbing the bag of candles he lined them up all around the room carefully but didn't light them just yet. Then he quickly went to the bathroom to give himself a rub down of a warm cloth, since he didn't have enough time for a full shower, then padding naked to the bedroom. He grabbed the one box that had the extra tie and pocket square and took them out. It was just in time for when he heard keys jingle and the door being opened.

Quickly turning down the covers to the foot of the bed, he also lit each candle and then got himself situated on the bed. Nervous and horny as heck and really hoped that Harold liked his surprise. Laying up against a mountain of pillows, the tie was around his neck and the pocket square over his groin.

Harold was irritated when he opened up the door. Finally, after what seemed like dozens upon dozens of yellow lights, his gaze swept over the place and he frowned when John wasn't there to greet him. He paused when a lovely arrangement on the dining room table could be seen peeking through a doorway. Locking the door and setting his coat up he went to see what else was in the kitchen.

He saw the lovely flowers in a vase and a favorite brand of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. "What's that man up too?" Looking around he didn't hear or see him in the kitchen or living room so he headed to the bedroom. He didn't hear any water running so he ruled out John might be taking a shower but he found was that it was rather dark.

Johns pulse was racing at hearing Harold move around the house, seeing everything. Then when he heard the familiar shuffled footsteps down the hallway he couldn't help but grin and look toward the door.

Harold saw that the door was nearly shut and slowly opened it. He gasped at all the candles around the room and had to let his vision fully get used to the dimness. Glancing around, he could at first make out a lump on the bed and decided he'd leave the man alone. Yet, when his eyes got used to the darkness he could make out John's smiling face.

"Well, this was unexpected. What brought all this on John?" Opening up the door more, Harold heard a clicking sound and as the bedside lamp was flicked on and the room was lit up a bit more, but still dim in a halo of lighting. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw exactly what state John was currently in.

"Good lord!" His gaze roamed across a very naked John and saw that the only items that he wore was a floral, light blue tie and a near matching color pocket square. Which was failing miserably to hide how John was feeling at that moment.

John let out a strained chuckle at Harold's reaction. "I thought I'd surprise you with a new bespoke suit. Shaw mentioned something about your lack of the color spectrum and I was curious if I could add to it. The suit is still in the box, I figured you could go through it and see what you think." Motioning with his head to the boxes to the side of the bed.

Harold took a few more moments looking at John before blushing, he saw that there was indeed boxes at the table he usually read and drank tea in the evenings. Shuffling over, he slowly opened up each box. The smallest held a tie and pocket square matching the ones that John was wearing. He flushed further when the pieces were put together. Next came the undercoat and dress shirt, then lastly the actual suit coat and trousers.

John hadn't heard anything since Harold opened up the boxes and he was suddenly getting nervous and started feeling ridiculous. He was about to get up and go change if Harold didn't like his surprise when the man turned around and gave him a very heated look.

Harold didn't know how to answer how he felt about the suit. It was true that his colors didn't range differ all that much but it was merely a suit. Instead, he walked over to the bed and saw how hesitant and lost John looked at his silence. Bracing one hand on the bed, he leaned down and grabbed the tie and pulled John up, who followed suit before kissing the man deeply.

John moaned into the kiss and leveraging himself on braced hands he let Harold control the pace. I guess he really likes my surprise. Not being able to help himself, and he smiled into the kiss.

Harold broke the kiss when air was needed and fingered the tie. "You know, this is probably the first time someone had ever given me a surprise in such a fashion. To answer you, yes I do like my surprise John. Very much so in fact. I believe that such a gift should be rewarded." He switched the hands that held the tie and had his right ghost down John's chest and lightly stoke the curved cock hidden underneath the pocket square.

John shut his eyes tight as he groaned and thrust his hips into Harold's touch. Having been half hard all day, it wasn't until he got here to this moment that he was fully turned on. "I also have dinner to be delivered in two hours. Figured we'd be too tired to either cook or go out." He grinned when he saw that Harold's eyes darkened.

Harold then moved away to slowly remove his clothes. At the very beginning, it had taken him quite a while to get used to having someone else look at him undressed. Now though, it only seemed to fuel his desire for John further knowing the man wanted him so much. He draped all his clothes on a chair near the side of the bed.

"What do you want to do Harold?" John groaned loudly at seeing Harold undress and wanted to help but he was letting the man choose the pace. "Harold, stop teasing." His voice strained from wanting to touch and taste every part of Harold's body. His pleas seemed to be answered when Harold's swollen cock was presented in front of him. He nuzzled the swollen cock as John waited for the go ahead.

Harold closed his eyes as he partially rested on one knee and presented himself, giving a shaky nod of his head to let John go ahead. He couldn't stay in this position that long but the feel of John's mouth was more than worth the bit of pain he had to endure. "John.. . n-n is good."

John groaned around Harold's cock in answer. He had both hands around the man's hips to help further ground him. Allowing a few more minutes to pass, he slowly pulled off and gave a kiss to the tip before looking up at Harold. "How do you want to do this tonight?" He rubbed slow circles against the man's hips as he wanted for answer.

Harold's breathing was labored a bit and looking down, he saw John give him a cheesy grin with swollen lips. "You ride me tonight. I think sitting through that long meeting took more of a toll than I anticipated." He secretly hoped John didn't find him ungrateful or picky.

John leaned up and kissed Harold's stomach. "No that's fine. Let's get you situated." Carefully he slid out from underneath Harold and turned and helped the man lay down. When he was situated, he knelt in between Harold's splayed legs and laid on him, mindful of his injuries, and rested on his forearms to keep most of his weight off of Harold.

Harold got comfortable in the mountain of pillows and the heat of John on top of him. Gently grabbing the tie, again he pulled the man in for another heated make out session. He held the man close at his dominance over John who easily surrendered this time. Pulling free after nipping John's lip, Harold looked up at a pretty ragged looking John.

"Well, I suppose I can't fault Ms. Shaw for my lack of colored suits. I may even have to thank her after this." Harold saw that the pocket square had fallen and easily reached for it. He took it in one hand and grabbed a hold of John's erect cock with the other.

"Harold, I t-think she'll love the idea." John buried his face in the crook of Harold's neck as the man teased him by stroking him. He gave small thrusts of his hips but he didn't want to get off without Harold being inside of him.

Harold applied some lube before he went stroked John rather fast for a few minutes before removing his hand and setting the pocket square aside. "John, if you'd face the other way, I believe we can speed things up, if you wanted to keep up our schedule for this evening." He couldn't help but grin when John complied easily, turning around for him and got into position.

Harold fished under the mountain of pillows for the edible peach lube they found the two liked. Happened to be flavored and he spread some on his finger and circled the entrance to John's hole. Seeing he watches said hole flutter as it knew what would soon happen in time.

Meanwhile, John took hold of Harold's cock and licked slow sure stripes up and down. He used a hand to softly fondle Harold's balls which earned him a moan. Grinning, John continued his antics as Harold got him ready.

Harold circled the entrance for a while, getting John to relax. Even though he knew John liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, he preferred not to have that much inflicted upon his partner unless John asked for it.

"Look at you John, you're madly twitching for me and I haven't even opened you up fully yet." He relubed a finger before gently pressing until he was in to the knuckle.

John rested his forehead against Harold's good leg for a few moments at the slight sting of a finger penetrating him. However it didn't last long before he was pushing back, asking for more. "Come on Harold, you know I can take more." He goes back to sucking and licking at Harold.

Harold kissed the man's rump before settling back. "Oh yes, that I do know. Let's see how your patience is tonight." He wasn't sure if even he himself had much patience but he would see how they'd last. After a few minutes of John getting used to one finger he took it out and applied more lube and added another, scissoring John open.


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~Lilblossomcub