Behind the numbers. (ficlets)

Rain.(Mature Content.)

Finch froze up.
'' looks like I found where you sleep ''
The deep voice of John Reese echoed through the corridor.
Harold held his long and wet coat and walked through the kitchen. It smelled like coffee in here and he watched John drink in a fancy cup. He frowned a little.
'' it's not a cup to drink coffee in. ''
John smiled, sipping the hot beverage in mockery.
Harold washed his hands, then went to the bathroom as quickly as he could.
When he closed the door, three little knocks echoed.
'' what are you doing, Finch? "
He sighed.
'' as you may know... Or not, I don't know how much time you waited for me in my apartment. It's raining outside. ''
John shrugged, making Finch sigh again.
'' Reese, I'm freezing, let me take a shower. ''
John tapped his fingers lightly against the panel.
'' can I come? "
'' no. ''
Finch locked the door frankly.

When he was fresh and dressed, he went to the living room. John was sat in a comfortable chair, his head hanging in his calloused hand, he looked asleep, his long legs stretched out and his other arm left on his inner thigh.
Harold approached softly. Then, he traveled a warm hand in John's grey hair.
'' maybe you will feel more comfortable in the bed. ''
John smiled, locking his blue eyes in Finch's.
'' and I imagine that... I can keep you company. ''
Finch said, blushing as he stepped back.
The tall man stood up, walking behind the the little genius. Eventually, when Finch opened the door, John took his hand lightly. When he approached Harold, Reese began to mumble a song.*
Harold watched him again, with admiration, his face was reflecting a bright light of outside. He made Harold twirl, still holding his delicate hand.
Finally, Harold took him by the collar, kissing him gently. Then, he pushed John on the bed, where he joined him as quickly as he could.
They kissed again, sucking in their tongues when John went over him, his large and hard body twisting to take off his white shirt. Harold was amazed by the body,once again.

The rain was pounding outside.

Harold held the blanket as John kissed his body.

The light outside went more persistent.

John brushed their naked body in a slow motion, their lips still attached. Harold pushed him away.

It felt like the windows could break under the weight of the storm.

Finch kneeled on John, burying his finger in the light hair as John made his way through his mouth to wet to fingers.

The wind went stronger.

Harold moaned when John found the sweet spot.
'' th... That's... It... ''
John smiled, titling his intrigued face.
'' is that... My prostate? ''
A laugh echoed. A loving one.
'' oh my God, Harold. ''
John speeded up his fingers, Harold drooled in the pillow.
'' bury yourself in me... ''
Harold moaned, his eyes watering when John obliged slowly.

The storm was really loud this night.

*I was listening to Honeymoon (forever) - Hellogoodbye