Behind the numbers. (ficlets)

All My Wonders On You.

'' I'm back ''
John stepped in the room, sweating. Harold stood as quick as he could, still embarrassed and shy about what happened before.
'' Mr Reese... ''
John walked through him and kneeled before the other man. Pressing his hands on his stomach in wonder and caressing his thighs.
'' where were we? Before I left you. ''
Finch sighed, his face red. As the long, scared hands went on his round butt, he moaned, not capable of saying anything. Harold caressed the grey hair with shaking hands.
'' John... We... ''
John kissed his thighs, then went to his growing member.
'' no... Not like that. ''
The soldier's eyes went up to meet Harold's.
'' please, stand up... ''
He went up, wondering his hands on the older's body in motion. Then, they kissed. Harold held the hem of his desk, overwhelmed by the strong and demanding kiss. He moaned as the long calloused hands began to stroke his thighs, his butt. His hard member was pressed against John's thigh. Eventually, Harold moved his butt to stroke himself on the muscled member. It was so hot here.
John decided to take off his tie, then his shirt in slow, loving moves. Finch's hands were now over the hard shoulders of the tall man. Once they broke the kiss to breath, John began to lick the neck and the collarbone as Harold tried to focus on his shirt, trying to unbutton it with his shaking hands.
'' want me to do it? "
Harold nodded shyly. John executed his order.
Now shirtless, Harold found his way through the hard body in front of him, touching with delight the scars, muscles, hair and hard nipples. John grinned as the other began to lick his lips, searching for air.
'' John... Please... ''
John undid the other man's pants slowly, and began to touch him more intimately as Harold moaned, his hands tangled over John's neck.
'' do you like it? "
" y-yes ''
The man made his way through the butt with his other hand, stroking the butt cheeks in the same time as the throbbing dick.
Finally, Harold came in his hand,moaning his name and huffing words such as '' yes '' '' again ''.
John smiled as he undid his own pants, Harold tried to touch him in return but the other man sat him on the desk gently.
'' I want you to watch me come. I want to see if you really enjoy being a voyeur. '' he laughed.
Harold watched him, shy and ashamed. John was stroking himself, sighing in want and pleasure. Their eyes met and never broke. Not until John came, saying the other's man name, smiling.