Once they arrived at the loft, John bustled them into the shower. Harold sat in his shower chair while John checked each of Finch's feet to make sure the ankles were fine. John soaped Harold's body with eager hands, making Finch's face turn as red as his rapidly warming ears.
Harold had needed the chair for safety when he spent the night. Originally, Finch had been stalling for weeks about actually sleeping with Reese. Oh, Harold and John had a vigorous sex life, but Harold wouldn't stay the night. Finally, Reese flat out asked Finch to stay. When Harold refused, John had assumed Finch was only in this for the sex. Reese broke up with Finch nearly in tears the next day.
In desperation, Harold admitted that he didn't want to stay over because he needed several items for his disability. Not wanting to be pitied, Finch had been hesitant to bring his special pillows, the shower chair, and all the other items his poor health required.
John had been furious and both men had hauled everything Harold needed to John's loft. Now, Reese loved the shower chair and used it to explore Harold's body everytime Finch came over. Even if John himself had already showered, Reese would always accompany Finch with his washing.
Many times it wasn't even sexual for both men. John would be too tired from a bad case to do more than snuggle and Harold's age added with medications could make bloodflow an issue. However, the touch and companionship of showering together, inspecting, and reassuring each other made their shower ritual special.
Tonight, John wanted to make absolute sure that Harold had not suffered any ill effects from their date. No frostbite, chill, bruises, or swollen ankles for John's boyfriend allowed.
The steam rose around them and Harold watched as John kneeled before him. It wasn't erotic by most standards. Reese was inspecting the feeble legs and feet of his old, crippled lover. Harold should be angry that John had to make allowances for a physically challenged boyfriend. However, the reverence and happiness on John's face made anger impossible. Here was a strong, virile, gorgeous, and deadly former CIA agent and assassin finding joy and fulfillment in taking care of and being with Harold. It was written all over John's face and body: Reese adored Finch.
Not only adored, but John relished any opportunity to take care of Harold. It was just recently breaking through to Harold that John felt honored to be allowed to cared for Harold. Perhaps years of considering himself inhuman, cruel, and insensitive made John feel that he shouldn't be near normal people. Harold trusting John to be gentle and helpful must be a kind of validation that John was not the hardened killer he thought he was. For surely if Harold didn't trust John then Finch would never be so vulnerable before him.
Harold cupped John's cheeks and lifted his face up. "Thank you, for today and everyday. You are a blessing and a joy."
John's eyes fell closed and he looked touched beyond words. Instead of answering, John rinsed them, turned the shower off, dried both of them, and went to get Harold's robe.
Once Harold was completely cocooned in his fluffy purple terry cloth robe Reese steered them both to the loft's huge bed. John propped all of Harold's pillows around Finch. When Harold was comfortable and supported, John retrieved a tray of cheeses and fruit. Reese began to feed Harold slices of gouda with dates and pears. Harold felt pampered and loved. Reese looked happy and content.
After they consumed their snack and all had been cleared away they held each other, listening to some soft music on the radio. Harold was warm and content, John was a welcomed weight by his side. Harold was still in his robe, but John- John was only in boxers and socks. All that golden skin was on display.
Harold started playing with the long fingers of John's hand. Smoothing over them, kissing the pads. Harold's hand moved over to the well defined, bunching muscles of the forearm. Soon, Harold was caressing John from neck to wrist, following the lines of muscles and tendons to massage broad shoulders, down to the slender wrist. John's body was a marvel. Harold's body was a disaster, but John didn't see it that way.
"Mr. Reese?" Harold asked.
Reese shifted and Finch corrected himself quickly, "John, why did you take us to the skating rink? The real reason, please."
John shrugged then circled Harold's waist with both arms. Reese nuzzled his nose behind Harold's ear and whispered, "You need exercise. Dancing with Shaw only made me want to dance with you. I only want to dance with you."
Harold nodded and assisted John in pulling off the robe, "I want you to know I appreciate your efforts in reminding me that I am more than simply a brain and a computer."
Reese shimmied off his own boxers. He rolled on top of Finch and grabbed Harold's ass. "Your brain is only half the reason I love you." John squeezed the mounds of flesh in hands and kissed his boyfriend.