Title: The Call

Author: Aphreal

Email: aphrealstar@yahoo.com

Rating: R? for the sake of being cautious I'll say NC-17.

Summary: Finn waits for John to call. When he does it brings unexpected developments. [slash]

A/N: "Assumes a homosexual relationship not established in the canon."

Disclaimer: 'Law and Order' and 'Law and Order: Special Victims Unit' and their characters were/are created/owned by people other than myself such as Dick Wolf, NBC, etc. The characters named are the property of those entities and are used without permission, although
no copyright infringements are intended.

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The Call
by Aphreal

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Odafin Tutuola sighed as he entered his empty apartment. He cast a weary glance around the familiar living room and kitchenette. He noted the bedroom even though he could only see the door.

It all seemed so empty.

He'd gotten used to sharing it with John.

It was his apartment but it was their home.

And he was home alone.

Maybe that's what he'd do. Watch a movie until he either got a call or fell asleep. He knew that he could have called John but he didn't want to intrude. The older man would call when he was ready.

Finn just wished it would be soon rather than later.

Home Alone was the same childish but funny feel good film he'd seen a hundred times before. It was stupid but for some reason he'd always liked it. But it wasn't the same without John complaining about the predictability of it, the implausibility of the series of events and the repetition of it's viewing. It wasn't worth making popcorn because he had no one to share it with or throw it at. He didn't miss the most exciting parts because John had purposely chosen those
moments to distract him with kisses or touches or other diversions. He was completely uninterrupted.

Other than by the presence of the silent phone.

And his feeling of missing John. Missing John. It was such a lonely feeling.

Finn had never liked being dependent on anyone. Independence was important to him, no matter how close he got to someone, and he hated being miserable without John but part of him just didn't want to be happy while the older man wasn't there. He knew John wasn't having
much fun where he was and Finn was sympathetic, if he had enjoyed being home alone it would have just brought on a wave of guilt at having done so while his lover was dealing with a difficult family situation.

John had always done his best to be there for Finn whenever the Tutuola family went through a crisis or when Finn got pissed with his father's demeaning treatment of Finn like he was a disappointment because he'd become a cop instead of a lawyer or because he hadn't
settled down and started a family. Now that John was going through the family crisis Finn felt frustrated by the distance between them and the knowledge that he wasn't able to do more to support him.

Finn was half asleep when the phone did finally ring. There was a 10 o'clock news update playing on the TV and Finn hit grabbed the remote to turn it off as he grabbed for the phone.

"Hey," Finn greeted the person on the other end, praying it was John.

"Hey Oda," his lover's low voice replied.

Finn sighed. "John," he murmured, "It's good to hear from you."

"Sorry I didn't call earlier, I was caught up with my Mom."

"I understand. How is she?"

"She could be better but she's not as bad as I'd feared. I guess I still half expected to find Frank Pembleton lying in her hospital bed." Finn nodded even though John couldn't see him. John had told him about John's ex-colleague's stroke, and how he'd witnessed it first hand. Even though the Doctors, John's father and brother had assured him that his mother's stroke wasn't as severe as that Finn knew that he'd still been haunted by the memory of the profound effect the stroke had on the man John had described as strong and otherwise healthy, a fair cry from the fragility of John's aging mother. "I think she'll get over it, probably even be able to move back in at home eventually, but it's going to take time."

Finn nodded again. He smiled. "She's a munch of course she's a tough old woman," he teased. "Like mother like-" He wanted to ask how long John was staying in Baltimore but he didn't want to put anymore pressure on his already stressed partner.

"Watch it Oda," John replied but his smile showed up in his tone. The tension had been wearing on him but hearing from Finn, joking around with him, was a soothing comfort. "So how's work?"

"You really want to know?"

"Sure. I need a break, mentally, from here. I need.. I need to hear your voice." John couldn't explain at that moment just how much that soothing, warm and seductive tone comforted him. It was more than capable of driving him insane with angst but at that moment he just needed to be lulled.

Without more than a moment's hesitation Finn began briefing John on his day, throwing in whatever details he could remember from the casework to the usual squad room jokes.

There was a moment's pause of silence after Finn finished.

"Finn," John began, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Finn replied.

"I miss you."

Finn could have said that and more, munch more, but he didn't want to make the older man feel any worse about his impromptu trip to Baltimore and the fact that Finn not only couldn't come because of work but exactly me welcome in the Munch household. Munch's parents hadn't the slightest idea that he was involved with a man and John had no intention of telling them, at least not while his mother was still in hospital, which ruled out this entire visit.

"I miss you too," Finn replied at last.

John closed his eyes for a moment. "There's not much that I can do for them but Ma likes having us all here so I'll be here for two more days, maybe three."

"I'll clear the fourth day with Cragen if you need me too."

"No I'll call. He's been pretty easy going about the whole thing. I'm lucky to get three days but he was willing to give me four if I needed it so I might have to take it. Are you sure you can manage-"

"I'm doing fine."

"You're supposed to say that you're struggling to cope but you're managing for my sake," Munch chastised.

Finn smiled. Same old Munch. "Yeah well I haven't got your passion for paperwork so if you don't come back soon I'll have to start bribing Kenny Briscoe to do it and-"

"Don't even joke about that," Munch warned. "How that boy is related to Lennie Briscoe is a mystery to me."

Finn smiled. "Well I guess I'd better let you go. It's getting late and.."

"You got a date?" Munch teased.

"Only with your pillow."

"And what are you doing with it?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Take me to bed."

"Ah John, that could be a little difficult at the moment, you're in Baltimore for one."

"I mean the phone. It's cordless remember?"

"Oh yeah," Finn smiled. He wondered into the bedroom. He sighed.

"You're tired? I should let you get some sleep-"

"No," Finn replied. "It's just depressing."

"What?"

"Our bed. It looks so lonely without you."

"I know," John replied. "But spread out while you can I'm coming home soon," he reminded him.

"Well that is a perk," he smiled as he climbed onto the bed and lay down, his head nestling into the soft pillows.

"What are you wearing?"

"John," Finn objected. "You're coming home in a few days, I'm not that desperate."

"Who says I'm not?"

"You getting horny old man?"

"I'm in a hotel room," John complained. "There's a bed and a TV. These places are made for sex. And I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"You said that already."

"So?"

"Tell me what you're wearing."

Finn grinned. "Black jeans-"

"Take them off."

"What?"

"Take them off. I don't care how great your ass looks in them I can't do anything while you're so obviously overdressed."

"And what are you planning on doing?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Can't see you."

"Use your imagination. You know that thing you waste while you're too busy watching television?"

"I use my imagination," Finn replied defensively.

"So imagine this, you me, a dingy little hotel room in Baltimore, and a lumpy mattress with a few dodgy springs."

"This is supposed to turn me on?"

"At least I'm trying."

"I'm trying," Finn offered. "Just hold on a sec. I've gotta get changed." He sat the phone down, stripped down to his boxers and moved under the sheets. "I'm back," he informed John as he picked up the phone.

"That better?" John asked.

"Yeah," Finn replied. "How about you? What're you wearing."

"What do you think I'm wearing?"

"Black trousers-"

"Nope."

"So you got undressed before you called me?"

"Bingo."

"You whore you," Finn teased.

"I was tired."

"So.. your blue and white stripe boxers?"

"Yes."

"And a white singlet?"

"Yep."

"Take it off."

"I'll get cold."

"Too bad, it's my turn and I don't care how soft and warm it is I wanna see some skin."

"Oh all right then," John groaned.

"How do I know you really took it off?"

"What do you want me to take a polaroid?"

"Hmm. Let me think about it."

"Oda."

"Okay," Finn sighed. "It's not fair, I can't touch you. This isn't going to work for me."

"Just give it a chance. It's either this or I'm forking out for some porn."

"Porn would probably be cheaper."

"But it doesn't have you."

"You're so romantic," Finn smiled. Sarcasm or none, he knew it.

"Don't forget it lover."

"How could I?"

"So by now we'd have torn each other's clothes of and I'd be running my hands all over that body of yours, we'd be kissing-"

"Gentle or deep and hard?"

"Both," John smiled. "First teasingly, as if there was still a chance it might all come to an end, but we'd never keep that up and it'd get deeper and stronger till.."

"I'd bite your neck. Gently as I sucked your skin through my kiss. After all it's a hotel room in Baltimore we don't have to work-"

"So you can leave all the marks you want," John agreed. "I like that. So I'd moan and pull a kiss from your lips but then I'd move down, kissing your neck-"

"No bites?"

"I'm saving that. And your shoulders."

"What is it with you and my shoulders?"

"They're gorgeous, I can't resist the hard curve of your muscle, firm but still a little fleshy under your beautiful tight skin."

"And while you're doing this I'm arching against because I need to feel you against my dick."

"Use your hands now Oda, just rest it on your boxers so you can feel it."

"Oh God John," Finn complained as he pushed against himself, aching with unsatisfied arousal. He couldn't believe the things John was capable of driving him too and this was certainly unexpected.

"That's it," John smiled. "So I've kissed your shoulder and closer and closer to your nipple. As I kiss it my tongue licks it and then I suck at it as it hardens, so I can nibble at the sensitive erect
skin."

"Yeah," Finn replied as he moved his hand to his chest and rubbed the nipple in lieu of John's mouth.

"Then I kiss your stomach, and for a moment you won't know if I'm going to move down to your cock or go back for that other nipple."

"Which is it?"

"The nipple first. Unfinished business." Finn rubbed his other nipple before letting his hand sneak back to his dick.

"And what am I doing to you John?"

"You're kissing me, and I can feel you under me as I rub myself against you." John rubbed his groin as he imagined it.

Oda moaned sympathetically as he teased his own wanton arousal with his fingers.

"Talk to me Oda. Tell me what you want to do."

Oda sighed. "I want to be there."

"And if you were here?"

"I'd run my hands up your thighs, I'd tease that demandingly hard dick of yours with my fingers until you were whimpering like a lost puppy."

"Sadist," John grinned.

"It's the least I could do, I'm feeling a bit needy myself y'know. Thanks to you."

"I'm glad to be of inspiration. So how's your dick?"

"What do you think?"

"Tell me about it."

"I'm not far off a full hard on."

"Why stop at half way?" John grinned. "Give yourself a shake on my behalf. Hold it for me."

"John," Finn moaned.

"Go on Oda. Under the boxers, I want to feel that skin."

Finn sighed and allowed himself the encouraging contact.

"Run your fingers over and up it, caress it for me, I'd lick it if I could."

Finn made a low noise that indicated he was doing it.

"Keep going," John offered by encouragement. "And if you help me out here I'll let you wank to your hearts content."

"Help you?" Finn gasped.

"I seem to remember you were teasing me?"

"I'd have swallowed you by now if I was feeling this impatient," Finn grunted. "I'd happily have you fuck my brains out if you were here, but this is torturous."

"Easy baby," John offered. "Soothe the beast."

"The beast?" Finn gasped. "Since when-"

"Allow me a little poetic license," John murmured. "This is audio rather than oral."

"John," Finn begged.

"There's no time like the present," John agreed.

"You don't want me to wait?"

"I'm ready and willing if you are."

"This is so sleazy," Finn complained.

"You've never had phone sex before?"

"Yeah but that was different this is.."

"Beautiful," John offered as he moaned, his hand bringing himself closer to climax. "You don't want to stop do you?"

"No," Finn admitted. "Please don't," he begged.

"So you want me to-"

"Yes."

"And you're going too-"

"John," Oda groaned pleadingly.

"Now that's what I like to hear," John grinned. He increased the strength and pace of the rhythmic stroke of his hands, groaning and moaning as he pushed himself over the edge. "Oda.. Oda," he breathed.

Hearing John's voice saying his name like that was more than enough for Finn, he drove himself home, "God John," he gasped as he climaxed. With a sigh he lay back breathlessly but contented at last. He smiled as he heard the sexual tones of John's heavy breathing over the phone line.

"So?" John asked at last. "How was it?"

"Good," he admitted lowly. "But I still miss you. It's not the same as having you here."

"I miss you too Oda. I love you."

"I love you," he echoed.

"You sound so sexy," John whispered. "But I should let you go. This is more expensive than porn," he teased. "Good Night Oda. Sleep well."

"I will," Finn replied, and he knew that he would. "'Night." With a sigh he canceled the call and put the phone on the bedside table. Ignoring the semen streaked sheets he rolled over and buried his head in John's pillow.

In Baltimore John wasn't ready for sleep. He still had a lot on his mind after a long day but he felt better than he had since he'd left New York. He lay back in bed for awhile and just focused his thoughts on the comforting thought of his lover asleep in their bed, just waiting for him to return.

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~FINISH~