Swift and Black Dog

Jack thought they'd just come and go, just like he used to get drunk and get a blowjob in a toilet or in an alley.Find someone to play with to pass the time, maybe get back the feeling of being alive, without real emotion, without sweet talk.

But he was not drunk now, and he couldn't ignore the clumsy hands sweeping the waistband of his trousers.He was too conscious now to feel deeply that Finch was more than just a strong body.He knew very well that Finch was a man, a real living man.

Together they bent down to unfold the fold-out daybed into a bed, both clumsy and reassured, the only sound heard being the crunch of the springs.

"The sofa bed is usually only used as a sofa, isn't it?" Jack said.Finch blushed shyly. Jack felt that he had said too much, but the next second Finch threw a pillow at Jack's head, hitting him right in the face.

"Yes, I don't bring people upstairs very often, and I think I value you by bringing you up." Finch sounded like a joke when he said this, but Jack felt that he was telling the truth.

"Then I have to repay you well?" Jack asked.

"Yes, come on," Finch said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots and socks. Seeing his bare soles, Jack instantly felt that he had taken off a layer of coat and became closer to himself.The time he spent with other people in the past ten years was always in a hurry, he didn't even need a bed, he didn't ask people's names, and he didn't take the time to take off his clothes awkwardly, and he didn't bother to take off his shoes when he made love.

Singing from the adjoining theater set a dreamy tune to the still air of the room.Jack watched as Finch took off his stiff uniform jacket and hung it neatly over the back of the chair.He lifted his undershirt up and took it off over his head, revealing his strong pectoral muscles. There was a shallow scar on his abdomen, and the scar ran across a clump of dark hair. It looked neat, as if it had been stitched up by a doctor, maybe It was left when the appendix was removed.

In contrast, the burn marks on Jack's right arm looked too ugly, and the scars and bullet marks on his body were like twisted and winding ravines.Although they were only seven years apart, standing in front of Finch, Jack felt like an old man covered in scars.

Finch looked up at him, making Jack suddenly tense.

"Well, you look really good," Jack said.

Finch didn't speak, but Jack could see the concern on his face.

Then Finch reached out, pulled Jack by the buckle of his belt, and pulled him closer to him, undoing his belt and trousers quickly and decisively.When Finch's slightly pursed mouth approached his thigh, Jack erected excitedly, and Finch followed his reaction, making Jack feel good and desired.

Jack kept his fists in check so as not to tear Finch's thick black hair, as if grasping at an invisible straw in a torrent.He just stroked Finch's head softly, stroking his soft hair, tremblingly enjoying the pleasure of the penis rubbing back and forth in the warm mouth.

After a while he came into Finch's mouth, at which point he should have stopped, but he didn't, just collapsed on the sofa bed.Then, he kissed Finch's lips, tasted his own semen in the other's hot mouth, pushed Finch back, and responded with the same enthusiasm.

Finch was extremely comfortable, sometimes gasping, sometimes growling, grabbing Jack's head and slamming it into his mouth, powerlessly worshiping the happiness that the other party gave him.

When they were done, they lay down next to each other to rest.

Jack was dazed, but not asleep.He let Finch take off his clothes slowly and let him touch his body.It had been a long time since anyone had treated him so tenderly, and it had been a long time since he had allowed others to be so close to him.

However, he doesn't have to worry about this one-night stand, anyway, he might not survive tonight, so a few kisses and touches are not considered hypocritical.

The romance of this moment can still be tasted a little bit.

Jack stretched out his arms to bring Finch to his side, smelling the blending breath of each other. Now the bed is stained with the smell of two people, and the air is filled with each other's breath. Although he is not used to it, he still feels at ease.

The dazzling colored light in the theater lit up the window, and through the curtain of Finch's house, a few swirling light and shadows were cast. One cluster of light swept across Finch's thigh, and another cluster slipped onto Jack's right shoulder.The music in the dance hall in the distance was melodious, and it soared to a high pitch amidst a sharp meow.

They make love and hug each other.

When everything was over, Finch remembered that he had to set the alarm clock. In order not to leak the news, he made an appointment with his friends to apply for the arrest warrant for the minister early tomorrow morning.He didn't intend to ask Jack to go with him, but just lay quietly beside him, falling asleep in his arms.

Jack waited until Finch fell asleep, then got off the bed lightly, put on his clothes and took out the ivory gun, then walked to the balcony, stepped on the railing, and left with the wind.

-TBC-