Mr. Finch was never a man who would give into his pleasures. He would always manage to think up some ridiculous excuse as to why he could not indulge himself. This was his routine every day in a repetitive manner. Or at least it was until Mr. Reese came into his life.
His eyes narrowed in on it. The package was too tempting, the size reasonable but the treat inside was the true pleasure. His own personal nirvana if you will. Oh how Finch wished to give in just this once.
'No,' the man thought 'It's obscene. It's not right.'
However, despite his restrictive appearance, Finch was one to cave in once in awhile. He sighed at the screen before him, numbers could flash up in any minute. But hell; a man had to do what a man had to do.
Slowly he turned and faced it. There was an undeniable gleam that he had tried to ignore before, but this time nothing would come between him and his delight. He stumbled up and began to walk across the room, each step making his back throb in pain but the prize at the end was worth any and all suffering.
"Okay, just once." He coaxed himself, reaching out with a quivering hand. What good could come of this? Would he end up being left with a million regrets for a few minutes of climatic relief? Only the unfolding of this tale would tell.
Unfortunately, once Finch made up his mind, the idea of self control vanished like a dog off the leash. Quickly he grabbed the package and pulled it to his lips. Disposing the idea of being gentle he tore the package off with his teeth, no doubt leaving a mark on his delight. He threw the used wrapper on the floor, not caring about ridiculous things like garbage cans as he caved in.
There was one small layer separating Finch from the orgasmic pleasure. It was a thin flimsy barrier at the bottom of this delectable being that he soon ripped off. The poor thing didn't have a chance as it floated down the floor.
Although Finch wanted it, and wanted it now, he managed to calm himself down long enough to bite into the crunchy outer layer before getting to the more creamy core. He took one small bite then began turning the subject until the rougher outer layer was eliminated. All that was between him and heaven was one swallow.
Finch shoved his lust into his mouth. The substance went down his throat like an ever flowing river of pleasure. However, the problem with such desires like this is that once you give in, you can't stop. Finch learnt this as he began to grab packages upon packages, discarding the wrappers in favour of the treat that laid inside.
Soon there were a total of seventy-two wrappers on Finch's officer floor. Each one more savagely ripped apart from the next. He finally took a step back and gasped.
"What have I done?" He thought in shock, shaking his head in disbelief.
The door creaked open, Finch shivered with guilt as he turned around to see his comrade Reese staring at him.
"Harold," Reese stared at the surroundings, taking in the copious amounts of trash and the smell of Finch's lust in the room. "What were you doing?""I-I could resist. You just left them here," The usually composed Finch stammered out an explanation in fear of what was to come.
There was a splitting silence in the room. Was Reese going to beat him, interrogate him? If he was made he could certainly do a number of things to torture the poor man.
Reese stared for a second before breaking out into a deep chuckle. "I understand." He remarked, picking up a wrapper and rubbing it between his hands. Finch winced as he thought of how he tore about that wrapped just minutes before.
"So you're not mad?" Finch questioned as Reese began cleaning up. He broke into a full blown laugh as he picked up an unwrapped Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and swallowed it whole.
"You've always wanted to get into my Reese's Pieces."