Fic: Demonstrations - Part 1
Title: Demonstrations - Part 1
Author: Katica Locke
Pairing/Characters: Finch/Reese, the Machine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Machine askes for a few demonstrations.
Warnings: Slash, WIP
Word Count: 2100 words
Author's Note: Srsly, like I need to be writing any new fic. *headdesk* This was inspired by a scene that's not in my other fic, Damaged, but according to my readers, should have been, lol. Thanks guys!
"It wants us to do what?" Reese asked, his brow furrowed as he stared at Finch, a vein in his forehead pulsing. In that moment, Finch was very glad the Machine had no kneecaps. He, on the other hand, did, and wanted to keep them intact.
"Ever since the Machine had to rewrite part of its programming in order to help you find me, it's become more...inquisitive. It just wants information--"
"Tell it to read Shades of Grey," Reese said. "I'm not kissing you as some sort of Sex-Ed for Supercomputers video."
"Fine," Finch huffed, turning his back on his operative. "I wasn't going to ask you to kiss me. I would have hired someone, a professional--"
"Even better," Reese grumbled. "What do you even need me for, then? Why don't you do it?"
"Like anyone would want to kiss me," Finch said, frowning as he stared down at his keyboard, trying to figure out how to tell the Machine that its request had been denied.
"I would," Reese said after a very long silence. So long, in fact, that it took Finch a moment to remember the conversation. When he did, he turned his chair around, his back and shoulders stiffer than usual as he looked up at Reese, his lips pressed into a thin, angry line.
"Don't toy with me, Mr. Reese," he said through his teeth. "I don't need your pity or your charity. Maybe you don't remember our conversation not five minutes ago, but I do. You said you wouldn't kiss me. You should have left it at that."
"I said I wouldn't kiss you just because the Machine wanted me to, but...I would if you wanted me to. That's all I meant."
Finch regarded him for a long moment, heart racing, mouth dry, palms sweaty, but he could not figure out what Reese thought he would gain from this ploy, and Finch considered himself a rather intelligent person. The logic behind it simply escaped him, because it could not possibly be what it seemed. After a moment, Reese tucked his hands into his pockets, his shoulders sagging as he turned to go.
"I want you to," Finch said, his words seeming to echo in the silent library as he said the only thing he could think of to make Reese stop. And stop Reese did, slowly turning back with a guarded look on his face.
"Really?"
"Yes," Finch said, sounding out of breath. "Do you want to, really?"
Reese nodded. "I've wanted to kiss you for months, ever since I realized how much you mean to me, and how lost I was without you."
"Why didn't you?" Finch asked, pushing himself up out of his chair. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I didn't think you'd be interested in a damaged, battle-scarred killer," Reese said, taking a hesitant step toward him. Finch knew exactly how he felt, his own insecurities forcing him to keep his own feelings secret -- after all, why would Reese have anything to do with a crippled, middle-aged geek? He closed the distance between them, stopping just shy of letting their bodies touch. His heart beat so loud he was sure Reese must have been able to hear it.
"I don't think of you as a killer," Finch said, "although I do acknowledge your past. Killing was something you did, not something you became. To me, you are the man who gave my life meaning again, who saved me when I had no hope. John, I...I love you."
"Oh, Harold," Reese whispered, leaning down and capturing Finch's lips in a deep and passionate kiss. When he drew back, both of them were out of breath. "I love you, too." Reese started to lean toward him again, but they both pulled back as Finch's cell beeped, alerting them to an incoming message.
DEMONSTRATION: KISS
COMPLETE
Finch laughed and showed Reese the text.
Reese snorted, but grinned as he shook his head. "Never a moment's privacy." The phone beeped again.
DEMONSTRATION: FRENCH KISS
...
"What does it want now?" Reese asked.
"A French kiss," Finch said. "Don't worry, I'll tell it you don't want to."
"I don't mind, I guess," Reese said. "I just didn't want Show and Tell to be the only reason you would kiss me." With a slow, charming smile that made Finch melt a little inside, Reese stepped toward him, wrapping his arms around Finch's waist and pulling him close. Finch groaned into Reese's mouth, tasting coffee as Reese's tongue swept across his. Finch grabbed Reese's shoulders, their lips parting just long enough for them to draw breath, and then Finch returned the favor, exploring Reese's mouth, one hand wandering up to cup Reese's face, his thumb tracing the line of Reese's jaw, rough with half a day's stubble.
Finch's cell beeped and they reluctantly broke apart. "Seriously?" Finch asked, reading the text from the Machine. "Now it wants to see a hickey."
"Well, I suppose in the name of science, I can do that," Reese said, reaching up and loosening Finch's tie, nimble fingers releasing the top two buttons before Finch even realized what he was planning. He made a surprised sound as Reese bent his head and pressed his lips to the side of Finch's throat, just above his collar, his hand cradling the opposite side of Finch's head to provide support for Finch's damaged neck.
"Oh!" Finch gasped as he felt tongue and teeth against his skin, Reese sucking and biting, sending shudders of pleasure echoing all through Finch's body. He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, as Reese worked to leave his mark on the soft, pale skin.
When Reese finally drew back, he looked at his handiwork and smiled, running a fingertip across the tingling spot. Finch's cell beeped again and Reese chuckled. "This one is your turn."
DEMONSTRATION: HICKEY
RESULT: BROKEN CAPILLARIES; BRUISE; INJURY; PAIN?
"No no no," Finch said quickly. "It didn't hurt. Yes, the surface capillaries are broken, but it was a pleasurable experience." He glanced at Reese. "A very pleasurable experience." Another message came in.
DEMONSTRATION: FELLATIO
...
"Oh, good Lord," Finch said, his face heating up. Reese reached out and took the phone from him, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise, then a slow, lazy smile spread across his face.
"Like I said, it's your turn, Finch," Reese said, hands moving slowly as he unbuckled his belt.
Finch swallowed hard and moistened his lips, grabbing the edge of the table as he stiffly went to his knees before Reese. "It's been a long time since I've done this," he confessed. "I might be a bit rusty."
"It's been a long time for me, too," Reese said, "so I doubt we'll have a problem." He undid the button and lowered the zipper, but then Finch stopped him, pushing Reese's hands out of the way so he could open Reese's fly himself, a growing bulge in the soft cotton boxer-briefs making Finch's heart beat fast. He pulled down the front of Reese's underwear, releasing his hardening cock, and wrapped his hand around the shaft, a few strokes quickly bringing him to full attention.
Reese groaned low in his throat, almost a growl as Finch leaned forward, lips capturing the tip of Reese's cock, his tongue flicking against the slit and making Reese buck. Opening his mouth, Finch took almost half of Reese, his hand working the base as he began to rock his body, lips tight against spit slick skin.
"Oh, God, Harold," Reese moaned, his hands resting on Finch's head, fingers combing through his hair. Finch eased his unoccupied hand down inside Reese's trousers, cupping and kneading his balls, and so he felt them draw up as Reese reached the point of no return. "I'm coming!" Reese gasped, a series of grunts and moans escaping him as he filled Finch's mouth. Finch swallowed every drop and licked him clean afterward before tucking him back into his pants and zipping him up. Still licking his lips, Finch grabbed the edge of the table again and levered himself to his feet, Reese's strong hands grabbing his arms and helping to steady him.
"Thanks," Finch said.
"No, I should be thanking you," Reese replied, his hands lingering. He leaned down, stealing Finch's breath away with a soft, tender kiss. Until Finch's cell beeped again. Finch picked it up off the table, tempted to throw it against the cinder block wall to make sure there were no more interruptions, until he saw what was next on the Machine's list. "My turn again," Reese said.
"Are you sure?" Finch asked, holding the cell up for Reese to see.
"Deep-throating?" Reese arched an eyebrow. "Finch, I think your Machine has been visiting porn sites when you weren't looking."
"Well, it does have access to the entire internet," Finch said. "Look, if you don't want to--"
"Harold, I would love to," Reese said, kissing him again before going to his knees. Finch took a step backward, his knees suddenly weak, and rested his butt against the edge of the table. Reese shuffled forward, his fingers teasing the bulge in the front of Finch's pants as he dealt with the belt, button, and zipper.
"Mmmm, on second thought, I'm not sure if I can get all of this in my mouth," Reese said, reaching into Finch's underwear and fishing him out. "Who knew you had a pet python in here?"
"Oh, please," Finch said, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle, at least until Reese opened his mouth, and then no sound would come out. Reese looked up at him, a hunger in his dark blue eyes, and slid down Finch's length, taking him more than halfway without any trouble. He bobbed his head a few times, then took a deep breath and swallowed Finch to the base, his throat working, the muscles squeezing the head of Finch's cock. He drew back after a moment, looking up at Finch as he caught his breath.
"It's hard not to gag," he said, his voice a little raspy, "but it's not as uncomfortable as I thought it'd be. I think I could get used to it."
Finch moaned as Reese slurped him back down, chin pressing against Finch's balls, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin and making Finch squirm with pleasure and need. He made a frustrated noise as Reese pulled back again, but this time, Reese didn't let Finch slip completely from his mouth. He suckled and licked the head while he took several noisy breaths through his nose. As went back down, Finch shuddered, feeling the pressure within him rise suddenly.
"Oh...oh, John..." His hands opened and closed on empty air before he grabbed the shoulders of Reese's jacket, fisting the cloth as he fought the urge to buck. "I- I'm...John, I'm coming!"
Reese pulled back, finishing Finch with his hand and letting the thick strings land on his face. When Finch was finished, Reese leaned forward, licking the last few drops from the tip before tucking him away and putting his clothes back in order. Still gasping for breath, Finch managed to pull his handkerchief out of his pocket and offer it to Reese.
"Thanks," Reese said, licking the come from his lips before cleaning off the rest with the handkerchief. "I prefer to swallow -- less messy -- but I thought we could kill two birds with one stone in case the Machine wanted to see a facial next."
"Good thinking," Finch said, still dazed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard.
"And speak of the devil," Reese said as Finch's cell beeped, climbing to his feet.
DEMONSTRATION: DEEP-THROATING
COMPLETE
DEMONSTRATION: FACIAL
COMPLETE
DEMONSTRATION: SIXTY-NINE
...
Finch shook his head. "Sorry, but not right now. And not here. This one requires a bed."
STANDING BY...
"Oh, good, we get a reprieve," Reese said with a grin, reading over Finch's shoulder. "So...your place, or mine?"
Finch hesitated. He'd gotten caught up in the Machine's requests, as well at the unexpected revelation that Reese had feelings for him. But was this really a good idea? Could they afford to become involved? He glanced at Reese, a pain forming in his chest as he watched Reese close down, his expression turning into a mask, a darkness shadowing his eyes.
"Never mind, Finch," he said. "Forget I said anything."
"Hang on," Finch said, turning to his phone. He quickly checked for new Numbers. "All right, looks like we have the evening off. Let's do your place. If you'll cook, I'll bring the wine." It was like watching the dawn break after a long, stormy winter's night; Reese smiled.
"Eight o'clock?"
"I'll be there."
Author: Katica Locke
Pairing/Characters: Finch/Reese, the Machine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Machine askes for a few demonstrations.
Warnings: Slash, WIP
Word Count: 2100 words
Author's Note: Srsly, like I need to be writing any new fic. *headdesk* This was inspired by a scene that's not in my other fic, Damaged, but according to my readers, should have been, lol. Thanks guys!
"It wants us to do what?" Reese asked, his brow furrowed as he stared at Finch, a vein in his forehead pulsing. In that moment, Finch was very glad the Machine had no kneecaps. He, on the other hand, did, and wanted to keep them intact.
"Ever since the Machine had to rewrite part of its programming in order to help you find me, it's become more...inquisitive. It just wants information--"
"Tell it to read Shades of Grey," Reese said. "I'm not kissing you as some sort of Sex-Ed for Supercomputers video."
"Fine," Finch huffed, turning his back on his operative. "I wasn't going to ask you to kiss me. I would have hired someone, a professional--"
"Even better," Reese grumbled. "What do you even need me for, then? Why don't you do it?"
"Like anyone would want to kiss me," Finch said, frowning as he stared down at his keyboard, trying to figure out how to tell the Machine that its request had been denied.
"I would," Reese said after a very long silence. So long, in fact, that it took Finch a moment to remember the conversation. When he did, he turned his chair around, his back and shoulders stiffer than usual as he looked up at Reese, his lips pressed into a thin, angry line.
"Don't toy with me, Mr. Reese," he said through his teeth. "I don't need your pity or your charity. Maybe you don't remember our conversation not five minutes ago, but I do. You said you wouldn't kiss me. You should have left it at that."
"I said I wouldn't kiss you just because the Machine wanted me to, but...I would if you wanted me to. That's all I meant."
Finch regarded him for a long moment, heart racing, mouth dry, palms sweaty, but he could not figure out what Reese thought he would gain from this ploy, and Finch considered himself a rather intelligent person. The logic behind it simply escaped him, because it could not possibly be what it seemed. After a moment, Reese tucked his hands into his pockets, his shoulders sagging as he turned to go.
"I want you to," Finch said, his words seeming to echo in the silent library as he said the only thing he could think of to make Reese stop. And stop Reese did, slowly turning back with a guarded look on his face.
"Really?"
"Yes," Finch said, sounding out of breath. "Do you want to, really?"
Reese nodded. "I've wanted to kiss you for months, ever since I realized how much you mean to me, and how lost I was without you."
"Why didn't you?" Finch asked, pushing himself up out of his chair. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I didn't think you'd be interested in a damaged, battle-scarred killer," Reese said, taking a hesitant step toward him. Finch knew exactly how he felt, his own insecurities forcing him to keep his own feelings secret -- after all, why would Reese have anything to do with a crippled, middle-aged geek? He closed the distance between them, stopping just shy of letting their bodies touch. His heart beat so loud he was sure Reese must have been able to hear it.
"I don't think of you as a killer," Finch said, "although I do acknowledge your past. Killing was something you did, not something you became. To me, you are the man who gave my life meaning again, who saved me when I had no hope. John, I...I love you."
"Oh, Harold," Reese whispered, leaning down and capturing Finch's lips in a deep and passionate kiss. When he drew back, both of them were out of breath. "I love you, too." Reese started to lean toward him again, but they both pulled back as Finch's cell beeped, alerting them to an incoming message.
DEMONSTRATION: KISS
COMPLETE
Finch laughed and showed Reese the text.
Reese snorted, but grinned as he shook his head. "Never a moment's privacy." The phone beeped again.
DEMONSTRATION: FRENCH KISS
...
"What does it want now?" Reese asked.
"A French kiss," Finch said. "Don't worry, I'll tell it you don't want to."
"I don't mind, I guess," Reese said. "I just didn't want Show and Tell to be the only reason you would kiss me." With a slow, charming smile that made Finch melt a little inside, Reese stepped toward him, wrapping his arms around Finch's waist and pulling him close. Finch groaned into Reese's mouth, tasting coffee as Reese's tongue swept across his. Finch grabbed Reese's shoulders, their lips parting just long enough for them to draw breath, and then Finch returned the favor, exploring Reese's mouth, one hand wandering up to cup Reese's face, his thumb tracing the line of Reese's jaw, rough with half a day's stubble.
Finch's cell beeped and they reluctantly broke apart. "Seriously?" Finch asked, reading the text from the Machine. "Now it wants to see a hickey."
"Well, I suppose in the name of science, I can do that," Reese said, reaching up and loosening Finch's tie, nimble fingers releasing the top two buttons before Finch even realized what he was planning. He made a surprised sound as Reese bent his head and pressed his lips to the side of Finch's throat, just above his collar, his hand cradling the opposite side of Finch's head to provide support for Finch's damaged neck.
"Oh!" Finch gasped as he felt tongue and teeth against his skin, Reese sucking and biting, sending shudders of pleasure echoing all through Finch's body. He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, as Reese worked to leave his mark on the soft, pale skin.
When Reese finally drew back, he looked at his handiwork and smiled, running a fingertip across the tingling spot. Finch's cell beeped again and Reese chuckled. "This one is your turn."
DEMONSTRATION: HICKEY
RESULT: BROKEN CAPILLARIES; BRUISE; INJURY; PAIN?
"No no no," Finch said quickly. "It didn't hurt. Yes, the surface capillaries are broken, but it was a pleasurable experience." He glanced at Reese. "A very pleasurable experience." Another message came in.
DEMONSTRATION: FELLATIO
...
"Oh, good Lord," Finch said, his face heating up. Reese reached out and took the phone from him, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise, then a slow, lazy smile spread across his face.
"Like I said, it's your turn, Finch," Reese said, hands moving slowly as he unbuckled his belt.
Finch swallowed hard and moistened his lips, grabbing the edge of the table as he stiffly went to his knees before Reese. "It's been a long time since I've done this," he confessed. "I might be a bit rusty."
"It's been a long time for me, too," Reese said, "so I doubt we'll have a problem." He undid the button and lowered the zipper, but then Finch stopped him, pushing Reese's hands out of the way so he could open Reese's fly himself, a growing bulge in the soft cotton boxer-briefs making Finch's heart beat fast. He pulled down the front of Reese's underwear, releasing his hardening cock, and wrapped his hand around the shaft, a few strokes quickly bringing him to full attention.
Reese groaned low in his throat, almost a growl as Finch leaned forward, lips capturing the tip of Reese's cock, his tongue flicking against the slit and making Reese buck. Opening his mouth, Finch took almost half of Reese, his hand working the base as he began to rock his body, lips tight against spit slick skin.
"Oh, God, Harold," Reese moaned, his hands resting on Finch's head, fingers combing through his hair. Finch eased his unoccupied hand down inside Reese's trousers, cupping and kneading his balls, and so he felt them draw up as Reese reached the point of no return. "I'm coming!" Reese gasped, a series of grunts and moans escaping him as he filled Finch's mouth. Finch swallowed every drop and licked him clean afterward before tucking him back into his pants and zipping him up. Still licking his lips, Finch grabbed the edge of the table again and levered himself to his feet, Reese's strong hands grabbing his arms and helping to steady him.
"Thanks," Finch said.
"No, I should be thanking you," Reese replied, his hands lingering. He leaned down, stealing Finch's breath away with a soft, tender kiss. Until Finch's cell beeped again. Finch picked it up off the table, tempted to throw it against the cinder block wall to make sure there were no more interruptions, until he saw what was next on the Machine's list. "My turn again," Reese said.
"Are you sure?" Finch asked, holding the cell up for Reese to see.
"Deep-throating?" Reese arched an eyebrow. "Finch, I think your Machine has been visiting porn sites when you weren't looking."
"Well, it does have access to the entire internet," Finch said. "Look, if you don't want to--"
"Harold, I would love to," Reese said, kissing him again before going to his knees. Finch took a step backward, his knees suddenly weak, and rested his butt against the edge of the table. Reese shuffled forward, his fingers teasing the bulge in the front of Finch's pants as he dealt with the belt, button, and zipper.
"Mmmm, on second thought, I'm not sure if I can get all of this in my mouth," Reese said, reaching into Finch's underwear and fishing him out. "Who knew you had a pet python in here?"
"Oh, please," Finch said, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle, at least until Reese opened his mouth, and then no sound would come out. Reese looked up at him, a hunger in his dark blue eyes, and slid down Finch's length, taking him more than halfway without any trouble. He bobbed his head a few times, then took a deep breath and swallowed Finch to the base, his throat working, the muscles squeezing the head of Finch's cock. He drew back after a moment, looking up at Finch as he caught his breath.
"It's hard not to gag," he said, his voice a little raspy, "but it's not as uncomfortable as I thought it'd be. I think I could get used to it."
Finch moaned as Reese slurped him back down, chin pressing against Finch's balls, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin and making Finch squirm with pleasure and need. He made a frustrated noise as Reese pulled back again, but this time, Reese didn't let Finch slip completely from his mouth. He suckled and licked the head while he took several noisy breaths through his nose. As went back down, Finch shuddered, feeling the pressure within him rise suddenly.
"Oh...oh, John..." His hands opened and closed on empty air before he grabbed the shoulders of Reese's jacket, fisting the cloth as he fought the urge to buck. "I- I'm...John, I'm coming!"
Reese pulled back, finishing Finch with his hand and letting the thick strings land on his face. When Finch was finished, Reese leaned forward, licking the last few drops from the tip before tucking him away and putting his clothes back in order. Still gasping for breath, Finch managed to pull his handkerchief out of his pocket and offer it to Reese.
"Thanks," Reese said, licking the come from his lips before cleaning off the rest with the handkerchief. "I prefer to swallow -- less messy -- but I thought we could kill two birds with one stone in case the Machine wanted to see a facial next."
"Good thinking," Finch said, still dazed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard.
"And speak of the devil," Reese said as Finch's cell beeped, climbing to his feet.
DEMONSTRATION: DEEP-THROATING
COMPLETE
DEMONSTRATION: FACIAL
COMPLETE
DEMONSTRATION: SIXTY-NINE
...
Finch shook his head. "Sorry, but not right now. And not here. This one requires a bed."
STANDING BY...
"Oh, good, we get a reprieve," Reese said with a grin, reading over Finch's shoulder. "So...your place, or mine?"
Finch hesitated. He'd gotten caught up in the Machine's requests, as well at the unexpected revelation that Reese had feelings for him. But was this really a good idea? Could they afford to become involved? He glanced at Reese, a pain forming in his chest as he watched Reese close down, his expression turning into a mask, a darkness shadowing his eyes.
"Never mind, Finch," he said. "Forget I said anything."
"Hang on," Finch said, turning to his phone. He quickly checked for new Numbers. "All right, looks like we have the evening off. Let's do your place. If you'll cook, I'll bring the wine." It was like watching the dawn break after a long, stormy winter's night; Reese smiled.
"Eight o'clock?"
"I'll be there."