Realizations and Bets
R&R if you like this story or I'll be forced to cry in a dark corner and stop posting /3
Reese tilted his head back, running his fingers through his grizzled hair and allowing the steamy hot water to wash his stress away. His muscles relaxed and his joints loosened. He took a deep breath to calm his entire body. It was heavenly. He started to wash down his body, the pellets of water bouncing off his tanned skin and creating a small puddle of the floor that his tail dragged through.
As he washed down his chest, he stuck his tongue out, lapping some of the water down his throat. It was childish and feral, but it brought him a subtle joy deep inside. In this glass shower, he refused to think of work and thought only of himself. Playing with the water was his way of letting loose.
His hand drifted down lower, feathering around his navel then teasing down his right thigh. He gently pressed his nails into his thigh, exhaling at the slight feel of the pain, trying his best to imagine it was Finch. A low groan formed in his throat as he rested his left shoulder against the cold wall for support. His hand formed a loose grip around his neglected member, jerking it a few times until it started to harden. He drew his one of his left knuckles into his mouth, worrying it restlessly between his teeth as his body shuddered. Teeth boring deeper into his finger, he released his near fully erect length to search the wall of the shower, eventually wrapping his fingers around a bar of soap. He lathered up his hand, keening anxiously as he waited for that heat to return to his engorged flesh. He liked the tease, almost a punishment for treating Finch the way he did. But, he had needs, and formed a tight grip around his length once again, jerking it in slow, long strokes that made his entire body shiver.
He was close, thoughts drifting to Finch and the sounds he would make, the way his body would curl around Reese's. He imagined Finch clawing at his back, calling his name, begging for release. He was almost there, just something a bit more.
"Mr. Reese?!"
Reese was startled by the familiar voice. Usually, hearing Finch would be enough for him to finish, but now it jolted him, bringing a halt to his stroking.
"Yeah, Finch?" he called hoarsely, snagging a white towel and stepping from the steaming shower. He could hear Finch moving somewhat frantically through the apartment, most likely searching for him. When Reese pushed the ajar bathroom door open with his shoulder, one hand keeping the towel up, the other pushing back his hair, Finch ran right into him.
Finch braced his arms to Reese's chest, losing his footing as they collided. Reese released his towel and brought both arms around Finch's shoulders to steady him. The towel hung between them by Finch's thighs pressing directly to Reese's. Finch looked up to Reese, worry making his pale eyes quiver.
"Are you alright?" Reese pulled Finch upright as he visually inspected the rest of his boss' body for injury.
"Y...Yes. I called to apologize and you didn't pick up. I could only... Mr. Reese, was I interrupting something?"
Reese let his head fall back a little bit and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, more than happy to have Finch really in his arms rather than only in his imagination. He gently moved his hands up Finch's arms and back down, creating a calm feeling.
"Ah, oh, I'm sorry! If you picked up your phone, I-" Finch was silenced so easily by Reese's kiss.
The half wolf slid his hands down to Finch's back and took his words with the softest kiss Finch didn't know this man was even capable of. It was light and dreamy, a prince's kiss. Finch was victim to it. His eyes fluttered shut and a quiet moan escaped his lips. The soft, reassuring sound pressed against Reese's lips and made him quirk a smile. Just maybe, Finch wasn't as uptight and unwilling as he thought.
"You seem to be having strangely strong side effects to this transformation," Finch said as he pulled his head away, half lidded eyes locked on the foggy gray ones.
"Oh, for heaven's sake. Stop using this," Reese poked Finch's forehead, "and start using these," Reese traced his thumb along Finch's lips before he bent his head and took another kiss. This time he was welcomed, Finch's surprisingly soft lips parted and tempting. Reese sucked the lower lip into his mouth and toyed with it, slowly drawing off it with his teeth so it gave a soft sting that would linger. And, it made Finch keen for more, just as Reese hoped. On his return, he could feel Finch trembling, feel the tightly clenched fists being pressed defensively yet hesitantly against his bare chest. A slight groan left him at the coy act, his lips parted in an attempt to coerce Finch into participating in the kiss. It wasn't forced, but the older man seemed unsure.
Reese pulled back to assess the situation. Finch held still, breathless and taken aback. After a brief moment, he raised one hand from Reese's chest to his lips, brushing his fingers along their swollen state. He set his hand back to Reese's chest, fingers spread, feeling their way up and around the nape of his neck. The other hand stayed put but spread out to feel the wet, taut skin under the pads of his fingers. His lips parted but the words took a while to form.
Reese growled and swooped back in, capturing Finch's mouth before he could speak. He slipped his tongue between Finch's parted, startled lips, aching to explore the other man's mouth. He balled a fist into the brown hair and curled the other into the back of the black waistcoat Finch was wearing. It was strong and abrasive, not genuinely what Reese thought Finch needed. But, he had been wrong before on rare occasions. Finch pulled at the nape of Reese's neck, hardening the kiss and pulling their bodies closer together. In the shift, the towel dropped and Reese met Finch's sadly clothed body with his bare, unashamed one. They became a mess of wandering hands and breathless, teeth clacking, messy kisses.
Finch was the first to pull away, resting his head to John's shoulder and glancing down the tanned body. Reese arched his back to allow his boss a better view, still trying to stifle the strong urges he had growing inside him.
With a half smirk, Finch gave a short whistle. "I can't possibly keep up with that," he teased, gliding his fingertips down Reese's abdomen to his navel. There he painted an imaginary pattern into the flawless skin, taking his time working his way to the fully erect length still pressing slightly into his hip. He brushed the head first, letting it sink in as Reese began to dig his claws harshly into his stiff shoulders. The pressure vanished as soon as it was applied and Reese braced a hand to the doorframe, bruising the wood with his tight grip and cracking it where his claws pried.
"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Reese. I'm going to bet I can make you climax without touching 'him' directly. If I can, you have to wait until this case is over to advance on me. And please, be gentle. If I can't make you climax, what do you wish of me?"
Reese lowered his head to looked Finch in the eyes. He wanted him, all of him, right now. If he demanded it and won, he would get it. Finch was a man of his word. "I can advance on you if you permit anytime we are working a Number. Oh, and another kiss."
Finch laughed under his breath. With his genius, he seemed to overlook the power of Reese's voice. Even before this transformation, he found himself a slave to it. Now, it was like a dark spell e couldn't escape. It took all of his being to turn away from Reese's advances. "Fair enough. Though, I seem to be at an advantage," Finch snorted with a smile as he nodded towards Reese's throbbing length.
"I've been against worse odds," Reese grinned his trademark smirk and set both his forearms against the doorframe, clawing at the wood as he braced himself.
Finch nodded at the settlement. He brought both hands up Reese's chest, lingering over his pecs as he found a place for his lips to rest on Reese's neck. He kissed up behind Reese's ear and hesitated there as he moved his hands, both swooping down and curving around Reese's figure. The skilled fingers stretched across Reese's back and trailed lower, eventually cupping around his ass. Finch teasingly kneaded each cheek in his hands, resuming kissing and nipping at Reese's neck. Reese subtle laugh shook their joined bodies.
"Are you a top, Finch?" Reese nuzzled his head against Finch's, taking care to let his mind wander from the task being performed at hand.
"For you, no. I'd submit on the spot, if you must know," Finch mumbled against Reese's neck.
Reese couldn't help but grin. He tilted his head back, satisfied.
Finch worked Reese's ass a bit more before moving on to the base of the swaying tail and stroking along it. The fur was thick yet fine, soft and very welcoming. Finch suddenly wanted to cuddle that soft feel and never let it go. He pushed those thoughts away for another time and resumed his plan. With a gentle, timed squeeze on the fluffy tail and a harsh, dominant bite on Reese's neck, Finch had Reese quaking, knees trembling and his breath shallow.
"H... Harold," the beast panted, eyes rolled back and his mouth agog. But, he didn't climax.
Finch let out a dissatisfied grunt, pulling his mouth from Reese's neck and observing the string of bruises teeth marks he left. He leaned in to swipe his tongue along it and massaged the erect tail in his hand. These were two sensitive parts of a wolf and Finch was sure it would make Reese melt in his hands. Something was missing, though, because Reese's dark eyes slowly opened and pierced through him like he were prey; a very taunting gaze. His operative was stronger than a few brief bursts of stimulus.
Finch continued to stroke Reese's tail as he stared up into the hard eyes. He was still human and Finch played off that. He caught Reese's lips in a kiss, surprising himself altogether. It was suddenly hot and Finch was flustered. The way Reese's tongue moved off his and delved into his mouth was unbearable. His own body began to shake and his knees grew weak. His hand dropped from the fluffy tail to claw deep red lines into Reese's back. A moan broke their kiss for a brief second. Reese didn't move, waiting for his prey to decide. Finch didn't think, he moved his hands higher on Reese's back, drawing new harsh scratches down his tanned back, and crashing their lips together. Reese dominated it on contact.
Finch shuddered, panting into the rough kiss. His lower half was screaming, grinding unconsciously against Reese's thigh. Reese dropped one hand between them and began to work Finch's belt off. He managed the button and zipper without tearing any clothing, surprisingly, and freed Finch from his confines. He unbuttoned the bottom half of the crumpled dress shirt and brushed it out of the way. His hand slipped beneath the white undershirt and wandered briefly across the smooth, pale skin.
The air was heavy, full of fleeting moans and the deep growl from the beast. Reese watched Finch through slitted eyes, a certain amount of composure surrounding him. His love wasn't a game and he was tired of treating it that way.
Finch's member gave a bounce, finally free. Reese grabbed Finch by his left hip, jerking him forward until their lengths were in full contact and the troublesome shirt was forced out of the way. They rubbed and ground together, creating a hot friction neither had truly experienced before. Finch bucked hard against Reese, biting Reese's lower lip to hold back the sinuous sounds he was making. It didn't last long. He shuddered, clawing, tearing at the back of Reese's shoulders. His head fell back, thankfully being supported by Reese's large hand which was cupping his skull. He shot up both their stomachs, mostly coating Reese's heaving abdomen as the half wolf tried desperately to calm his breathing.
A low chuckle filled the air, dominating over the heavy pants and fleeting moans Finch was making as he came down from the sudden high.
Finch glanced up at Reese, noticing he was resting on the beast who was laughing at him.
"I think that means I won."
Finch couldn't help but laugh himself as he rested his forehead against Reese's shoulder and inhaled his fine scent. He drew his hands back around to Reese's chest and up to his shoulders, forming loose grasps to hold his trembling body up. "I believe so," he finally mumbled.
"Don't get too excited Harold," Reese said with a smirk, draping his left arm around Finch's shoulders and cupping the other around one of Finch's hands. He kissed the messy brown hair as he slipped his hand between their hot bodies, guiding Finch's hand down to his still rock hard manhood. He formed a loose grip with Finch's hand. He started slow, guiding Finch's hand up and down his length, lingering at the head and rubbing Finch's soft palm over it, smearing the thick liquid around.
"Uhn, Harold..." Reese bowed his head, rubbing his hand down through Finch's hair until he cupped the base of his skull and tilted their lips together. It was slow and hesitant. Their lips brushed first and their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Reese turned his head slightly, brushing their lips again, once, then twice, drawing Finch's lip into his mouth to tug on it playfully.
Finch's hand started to move on its own, moving in just the right way that made Reese want to howl. The wolf groaned into the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, melting in Finch's hand just as the computer engineer had hoped. Across his hand and both their stomachs, Reese marked his territory in a way.
They held each other for moments after, Reese tangling his arms around Finch's body and dragging them both to the tile floor. He nuzzled Finch and cuddled him as close as he could. Finch sat sideways in Reese's lap, curling as much into a ball as he could without his hip or neck throbbing.
"I'm glad I left the phone on vibrate," Reese hummed as he let Finch adjust himself in his lap, resting his body against Reese's tanned chest.
"I'm sure you are. Can we clean up?" Finch peeled his shirt from his sweaty body and groaned as he saw the smeared come darkening the fabric.
"Yes, we can." Reese grinned, helping his boss to his unstable feet, tail wagging happily as he led them to the still steaming shower. Finch hesitated by the sliding door, turning to glance back at Reese with a nervous look. Reese only smiled and took the glasses off his nose, placing them on the counter. Next, he started to unbutton the waistcoat and rest of the dress shirt, peeling them both back off Finch's shoulders. He tossed them towards the hamper in the corner.
"Arms up," he instructed softly, beginning to pull the undershirt off. Finch lifted his arms with a slight twinge off pain. Reese quickly peeled the shirt from him, reaching up to cup and bring Finch's arms back down and leaning in to kiss his boss' cheek lightly. He hooked his thumbs in the black, silken briefs Finch was wearing and shoved them down along with his slacks. He offered a shoulder of support as Finch stepped out of his pants and stood bare and embarrassed before Reese, hands reaching to cover his growing erection.
"It's kind of late for late," Reese teased, pulling Finch's hands into his own and leading them both into the hot spray of water.
Finch sighed as the water hit in skin, soothing away all of the pain. He leaned back against Reese who assumed a position behind him as a crutch he could rest freely against. He tilted his face up to the hot water and ran his fingers down his face, reveling in his comforting feel. Or, maybe, that was Reese that was giving him that feeling, the strong hands running up and down his arms, moving to his sides and his hips, soothing all the aches and pains away. It was heavenly and Finch hoped it wouldn't fade when they parted for work.
Reese craned his head of Finch's shoulder to dip his head into the water. He stuck his tongue into it, lapping a bit into his mouth.
Finch raised an arm up to pet Reese's head and between his ears, adoring how Reese let his head drop and his tail started to bat against the sides of the shower.
"You're cute, if I dare say so."
Reese picked his head up, quickly licking Finch's cheek with a wry smile. "That's my line." He ran his large hands up around Finch's hips to his stomach, washing the sweat and the mixed remnants of their come away. Finch hummed at the gentle feel and tilted his head to place a kiss between the grizzled ears. They perked up instantly and Reese let out a low howl. He nuzzled Finch's touch and wrapped a tight hug around the semi-plump body. He brought a hand up to brush back Finch's hair, cupping the back of his head to steal a kiss.
"It's almost time to get going," Finch reminded Reese as kisses were trailed along his jawline to his neck and shoulder. They progressively moved down over his shoulderblades to the nape of his neck, tracing the line of scar tissue.
"Sure thing, boss." Reese pried his hands form Finch's body, swiveling around the older man to exit the shower. He tousled his hair with a towel, ignoring the rest of his body and letting Finch's eyes explore his body without obstruction.
"Any clothes I can borrow?" Reese tossed a glance over his shoulder, smiling at the way Finch gawked at his body.
"Closet in the bedroom." Finch ducked back into the shower, avoiding Reese's gaze.
"I'll pull something out for you. Call me if you miss me, Finch." And, his voice faded into the hallway.
Finch turned his head up to feel the water wash over his skin. It felt colder, lonelier now that Reese was gone. But, work was calling and Samantha needed them. He could have Reese later, all of him whenever he wanted, he just had to ask. That was what Reese had planned. Finch began to crave his feel, his touch, his skin, his voice, his gentle yet possessive caress. Oh, this game his operative was playing was far from fair, but he didn't really care. The faster he got Samantha out of danger, the faster he could make his move on Reese and finally have all of him.