Characters: John/Harold and Bear
Word Count: 1,275
Summary: Harold has to pretend to be Mr. Egret and John discovers something about himself.
An: I love that the Reese/Egret ship name would be Regret.
An: Can also be read here at AO3
John was in Harold's kitchen doing the dishes. John spent most of his time at Harold's and it really wasn't that different from when they had just been employer and employee (there was more kissing though). He didn't have a lot of practice with 'relationships' per say, but the fact that his favourite gun was in Harold's closet had to count for something.
He was elbow deep in warm soapy water. A bubble rose and floated over to Bear, who was sitting at John's feet, and Bear opened his mouth and tried to eat the bubble.
'Easy there, killer. I don't think we're going to be attacked by bubbles anytime soon, but if we are it's nice to know I'll be safe.'
Bear seemed proud of himself as he walked out of the kitchen and laid down on the couch.
John turned back to the dishes and he felt Harold come up behind him and wrap his arms around John's waist. John just stood there and reveled in Harold. He hadn't realized how much he had missed causal touches and kisses until he had it again. It made him think about Jess, but he tried to not let that bring him down. Harold deserved that.
Harold kissed John's neck. After a moment Harold stopped kissing and nipped at John's neck. 'I've been thinking about your request and I'll be more than happy to pretend to be Mr. Egret.'
John turned around and kissed Harold. 'Really?' They had talked about roleplaying, but he never thought anything would come of it.
'Oh, yes. We'll need a word to stop the scenario if it gets too intense and I was thinking of something along the lines of banana.'
'Sounds good to me. You've put a lot of thought into this?'
Harold blushed. 'I have. Which reminds me. If you can't talk give me a thumbs up sign and I'll stop.'
'Okay. Can do. Now what?'
Harold suddenly stood a little straighter and his eyes narrowed. That look went straight to John cock.
'Finish the dishes and then go to the living room and stand in the middle of the room.' Mr. Egret said with a trace of angry in his voice.
John had never washed dishes so fast in his life.
Once the dishes were finished, he did as instructed and stood in the living room. The room was dark with the only light being from a street light shinning through a window.
'I'm very cross with you, Mr. Reese.' Egret said behind John. His warm breath ghosted over the back of John's neck making the hair on his neck stand up.
'I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.'
Egret walked around to John's front and clicked on a lamp bathing the room in yellow light and making John squint. Once his eyes adjusted he saw that Egret did look cross.
'I'm afraid apologies are not going to be good enough. Actions do speak louder than words. Take off your shirt, slowly.'
As John unbuttoned his shirt he watched Egret stare. His gaze was unrelenting and John felt himself harden.
Once John's shirt was unbuttoned, Egret moved close and brushed his fingers over John's chest and John's nipple hardened.
'Gorgeous,' Egret said as his pink tongue came out and wet his lips.
It always irritated John when people called him good looking, he was so much more than a good looking man, but it was different when Harold did it. He knew all about John, warts and all.
Egret's eyes narrowed. 'Thank you whom?'
'Thank you, sir.'
Egret slid John's shirt off John's shoulders. John shivered when cool air touched his bare chest and he shivered again, but for a different reason, when Egret touched his bare chest.
'That's better but you still have a lesson to learn. Get on your knees.'
John dropped on his knees and his face was only inches away from Egret's groin. He reached for Egret's belt and his hand was slapped away.
'Did I tell you to act,' Egret said with anger in his voice. 'Unzip my pants with your teeth.'
John obeyed. Once the zipper was down he waited for further instruction.
'Good. When pulled out my cock and lick the head just once.'
John pulled out Egret's cock and licked it once.
'Good. Good. Now put the head in your mouth and suck on it,' Egret said and John happily noted that his voice was slightly breathless. John himself was hard.
John opened his mouth and sucked on the cock head. Egret groaned above him. After a few moments of sucking, Egret's hand wrapped around the back of John's head and he held John head in place as he trusted into John mouth. Egret's grip was tight, fingers drug into John scalp, and his thrusts were fast and deep.
John just closed his eyes and took all of Harold into his mouth. He was so hard he thought he might come in his pants just from being used. He found he didn't care, even though come stains were hard to get out of his pants.
Egret's thrusts became faster and faster and deeper. After a few moments he growled out 'Oh fuck. Oh dear.'
Hearing Harold swear was much more of a turn on than it should have been and John came in his pants and Egret came in his mouth with one deep thrust.
John sucked down all the salty pre-come. Harold pulled his cock out of John mouth and awkwardly knelt down next to John.
'John? Are you all right?'
John looked at Harold and saw concern in Finch's eyes. Mr. Egret was nowhere to be seen. John was little disappointed.
'Yeah. I'm good.'
'Good I take you enjoyed yourself greatly?'
'Yeah. Did you?' John said.
'Oh yes. It was quite freeing to be someone else,' Harold said as he stood up.
Something accord John as he stood up and intertwined his fingers with Harold's. 'Haven't you felt free before. You've pretended to be a lot of people.'
'That's true but those times roleplaying had been more of a necessity than anything else. Sit down and I'll make some tea.'
John sat down on the couch and Bear came up to him. He rubbed Bear's fur and Bear's tongue lolled out. As John sat on the couch he realised just how uncomfortable it was to sit in pants and underwear he had come in, he hadn't come in his pants since he was a teenager, and had forgotten what it felt like.
He went to the bedroom, changed his pants and underwear and felt much better.
When he got back to the living room Harold was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands. John sat close and rubbed Harold's pants just above his knee, the fabric was soft under John's fingers.
'I made you some tea if you want it. I thought your throat might be sore.'
John picked up his cup and took a sip. He didn't really like tea, but he appreciated that Harold was thinking of him. The warm liquid slid down his throat.
'I would like to apologise.'
'I didn't mean to be so rough with you, but I thought Mr. Egret would be the kind of man to be rough with his lovers.'
John sat down his tea and took Harold's hand in his own. 'It's okay. Mr. Egret can be as tough as he wants it was a real turn on.'
Harold just smiled and they kissed until their tea was cold and forgotten. John hoped more roleplaying was in his future.