Ending the Dry Spell, for slash_girl, Hotch/Reid, NC-17
Title: Ending the Dry Spell
Author: ubervirgin
Recipient: slash_girl
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 1300
Warnings/spoilers: None given
Summary/prompt: Hotch/Reid: loss of control (however the writer wants to interpret that)
Spencer had never really considered himself to be a sexual being. Sure, he was a healthy young man that had a normal, active libido, but he controlled his urges. It helped that he had never really spent a great deal of time attempting to maintain a romantic relationship.
Growing up, he always had to worry about his mom and his studies. After joining the FBI, he had even less time to worry about romantic liaisons. Still, he had a select group of “acquaintances” that he could turn to when the urge to be with another human overwhelmed his ability to control his more…base…desires.
His relationship with Aaron made his other entanglements obsolete, and Spencer reveled in the newness of having one person in his life in a romantic capacity. Spencer had never had a lover that he hadn’t had to share, and knowing that he had Aaron all to himself was a heady experience.
Of course, this meant that Aaron had Spencer all to himself, which also meant that since Aaron hadn’t had sex in two months, Spencer hadn’t had sex in two months. The workload at the BAU and their parenting duties with Jack meant that they had little time for anything but sleep. Spencer had been hopeful that last week’s consultation in Lima, Ohio would mean a night away from home with Aaron, Strauss had dashed his hopes by sending Aaron to a conference in Denver.
It didn’t help matters that Aaron didn’t seem to be suffering in the slightest due to their lack of sexual intercourse. Spencer could only assume that Aaron was actually some sort of strange hybrid, able to conserve the sensation of sexual encounters for weeks on end and it pissed Spencer off. If he was fighting off a crippling case of horniness, it was only fair that Aaron be fighting off the same malady.
So Spencer got grumpy. It was only natural. He hadn’t been sleeping well, he was distracted, and he hadn’t had any non-sleeping bed centered activities for what felt like a year. If Rossi was too tender-hearted to hear what Spencer thought of his “theory” that all Spencer needed was a good lay, well, it just meant that he needed to keep his “theories” to himself. And if Prentiss felt that she needed to come to the rescue of a man who had at least a good twenty years on Spencer, well, Spencer could hardly be blamed for pointing out that she wasn’t involved in the conversation and needed to mind her own business. Thankfully Morgan, in a rare moment of self preservation, wisely chose to keep his mouth shut on the matter.
Reid had ended up leaving the office early after finishing his paperwork. Aaron was due to be in meetings all afternoon, and Spencer wasn’t sure if he could handle any more “advice” from the rest of the team.
Once at home, he changed into a pair of sweat pants and one of Aaron’s t-shirts. He settled onto the couch and prepared for a good sulk. Jack was with Sean for the week and Spencer wasn’t even able to enjoy that time alone with Aaron. And he had stupid teammates. Stupid, insensitive, stupid teammates.
“That is a very impressive pout.”
Spencer’s head jerked up at the sound of Aaron’s voice. He smiled at the sight of Aaron leaning against the living room wall.
“I thought you were in meetings all day.”
“I was, until I got a call from Garcia that you made Rossi and Prentiss cry. She seemed to think that I should come home and make sure that you weren’t replaced by a robot sent from the future to kill John Connor.”
“First, I did not make them cry. Rossi crossed a line and I put him back in his place. Prentiss had no business getting involved. Second, why are you all the way over there when you could be over here with me?”
“Maybe I fear for my safety.”
“Aaron, if you don’t get over here in the next fifteen seconds, I’m going to leap over this end table and tear your clothes off with my teeth.”
“Yes, Sir.” Aaron chuckled as he made his way over to his lover.
Spencer reached up and grabbed Aaron’s tie. “What exactly is so funny?”
“Nothing, Sir.”
“Damn straight.” Spencer yanked Aaron down for a kiss, winding his fingers in Aaron’s hair.
Aaron moaned into the kiss and settled himself on top of Spencer. The moan turned into a startled yelp when Spencer flailed a foot out and kicked the coffee table away from the couch. Before Aaron could speak Spencer had flipped them off the couch and onto the floor. From his position on Aaron’s hips, Spencer yanked his bag toward them and pulled out lube and condoms.
“You carry supplies in your bag?”
Spencer arched an eyebrow at his lover. “I travel the country with my lover on a never ending hunt for the scum of the Earth and I have no way of knowing when my next sexual encounter will happen. Of course I carry supplies.”
Spencer slapped the condoms and lube on the floor next to Aaron. Leaning forward, he kissed Aaron again. Reaching down, he yanked Aaron’s shirt open and watched Aaron giggle as the buttons scattered around them. The laughter died down when Spencer’s lips followed the path of his hands down Aaron’s torso. Aaron couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips when Spencer deftly undid Aaron’s pants and began working them down his legs.
Spencer shimmied out of his own pants and straddled Aaron’s waist. After tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth, he slid the condom down Aaron’s length. Aaron grabbed the lube, only to have it snatched away by Spencer. Aaron settled for holding on to Spencer’s hips while Spencer prepped himself. Sliding a slick hand down Aaron’s length, Spencer rocked his hips back and impaled himself on Aaron’s cock. Moaning, Spencer began riding Aaron.
Spencer loved this. He loved having Aaron under him, flushed, and willing to follow Spencer’s lead. Spencer’s knee ached in this position but there was no way he was going to stop. Two months was too long and it felt too good. Spencer’s eyes slid closed when Aaron thrust up and hit his prostate. He felt Aaron grabbing his arms and when Spencer opened his eyes again, Aaron had flipped Spencer onto his back.
“You are a dirty cheat, Aaron Hotchner.”
Aaron responded by thrusting harder into Spencer. Wrapping his legs around Aaron’s waist, Spencer wailed when Aaron kept up the punishing rhythm. He loved it when Aaron finally let go enough to treat Spencer as if he wasn’t made of glass. He wound his arms around Aaron’s torso and clung to him as Aaron drove him closer and closer to the edge.
All too soon, Spencer climaxed, shouting Aaron’s name and dragging his nails down Aaron’s back. Aaron came after a few more thrusts, his teeth sinking into the junction of Spencer’s neck and shoulder.
Easing himself down onto of Spencer, Aaron let out a shaky sigh. “One of these days, you are going to be the death of me.”
Spencer brushed Aaron’s hair away from his face. “You can take it. But if you worry about the strain on your heart, I can always ask Rossi if he could take over for you in the bedroom.”
Aaron growled in response and bit at Spencer’s nipple through the t-shirt. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t give you a wide berth from now on. Apparently, you have quite the barbed tongue when you are denied sex. I hear the team is going to start a rotation for as a precautionary measure.”
Spencer laughed and smacked Aaron on the ass. “Or we could just work harder on making sure we have time alone.”
Aaron smiled up at Spencer. “And risk you not turning back into Caveman Sex Craved Spencer? Never. I enjoy a good ravishing from time to time.”
Author: ubervirgin
Recipient: slash_girl
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 1300
Warnings/spoilers: None given
Summary/prompt: Hotch/Reid: loss of control (however the writer wants to interpret that)
Spencer had never really considered himself to be a sexual being. Sure, he was a healthy young man that had a normal, active libido, but he controlled his urges. It helped that he had never really spent a great deal of time attempting to maintain a romantic relationship.
Growing up, he always had to worry about his mom and his studies. After joining the FBI, he had even less time to worry about romantic liaisons. Still, he had a select group of “acquaintances” that he could turn to when the urge to be with another human overwhelmed his ability to control his more…base…desires.
His relationship with Aaron made his other entanglements obsolete, and Spencer reveled in the newness of having one person in his life in a romantic capacity. Spencer had never had a lover that he hadn’t had to share, and knowing that he had Aaron all to himself was a heady experience.
Of course, this meant that Aaron had Spencer all to himself, which also meant that since Aaron hadn’t had sex in two months, Spencer hadn’t had sex in two months. The workload at the BAU and their parenting duties with Jack meant that they had little time for anything but sleep. Spencer had been hopeful that last week’s consultation in Lima, Ohio would mean a night away from home with Aaron, Strauss had dashed his hopes by sending Aaron to a conference in Denver.
It didn’t help matters that Aaron didn’t seem to be suffering in the slightest due to their lack of sexual intercourse. Spencer could only assume that Aaron was actually some sort of strange hybrid, able to conserve the sensation of sexual encounters for weeks on end and it pissed Spencer off. If he was fighting off a crippling case of horniness, it was only fair that Aaron be fighting off the same malady.
So Spencer got grumpy. It was only natural. He hadn’t been sleeping well, he was distracted, and he hadn’t had any non-sleeping bed centered activities for what felt like a year. If Rossi was too tender-hearted to hear what Spencer thought of his “theory” that all Spencer needed was a good lay, well, it just meant that he needed to keep his “theories” to himself. And if Prentiss felt that she needed to come to the rescue of a man who had at least a good twenty years on Spencer, well, Spencer could hardly be blamed for pointing out that she wasn’t involved in the conversation and needed to mind her own business. Thankfully Morgan, in a rare moment of self preservation, wisely chose to keep his mouth shut on the matter.
Reid had ended up leaving the office early after finishing his paperwork. Aaron was due to be in meetings all afternoon, and Spencer wasn’t sure if he could handle any more “advice” from the rest of the team.
Once at home, he changed into a pair of sweat pants and one of Aaron’s t-shirts. He settled onto the couch and prepared for a good sulk. Jack was with Sean for the week and Spencer wasn’t even able to enjoy that time alone with Aaron. And he had stupid teammates. Stupid, insensitive, stupid teammates.
“That is a very impressive pout.”
Spencer’s head jerked up at the sound of Aaron’s voice. He smiled at the sight of Aaron leaning against the living room wall.
“I thought you were in meetings all day.”
“I was, until I got a call from Garcia that you made Rossi and Prentiss cry. She seemed to think that I should come home and make sure that you weren’t replaced by a robot sent from the future to kill John Connor.”
“First, I did not make them cry. Rossi crossed a line and I put him back in his place. Prentiss had no business getting involved. Second, why are you all the way over there when you could be over here with me?”
“Maybe I fear for my safety.”
“Aaron, if you don’t get over here in the next fifteen seconds, I’m going to leap over this end table and tear your clothes off with my teeth.”
“Yes, Sir.” Aaron chuckled as he made his way over to his lover.
Spencer reached up and grabbed Aaron’s tie. “What exactly is so funny?”
“Nothing, Sir.”
“Damn straight.” Spencer yanked Aaron down for a kiss, winding his fingers in Aaron’s hair.
Aaron moaned into the kiss and settled himself on top of Spencer. The moan turned into a startled yelp when Spencer flailed a foot out and kicked the coffee table away from the couch. Before Aaron could speak Spencer had flipped them off the couch and onto the floor. From his position on Aaron’s hips, Spencer yanked his bag toward them and pulled out lube and condoms.
“You carry supplies in your bag?”
Spencer arched an eyebrow at his lover. “I travel the country with my lover on a never ending hunt for the scum of the Earth and I have no way of knowing when my next sexual encounter will happen. Of course I carry supplies.”
Spencer slapped the condoms and lube on the floor next to Aaron. Leaning forward, he kissed Aaron again. Reaching down, he yanked Aaron’s shirt open and watched Aaron giggle as the buttons scattered around them. The laughter died down when Spencer’s lips followed the path of his hands down Aaron’s torso. Aaron couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips when Spencer deftly undid Aaron’s pants and began working them down his legs.
Spencer shimmied out of his own pants and straddled Aaron’s waist. After tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth, he slid the condom down Aaron’s length. Aaron grabbed the lube, only to have it snatched away by Spencer. Aaron settled for holding on to Spencer’s hips while Spencer prepped himself. Sliding a slick hand down Aaron’s length, Spencer rocked his hips back and impaled himself on Aaron’s cock. Moaning, Spencer began riding Aaron.
Spencer loved this. He loved having Aaron under him, flushed, and willing to follow Spencer’s lead. Spencer’s knee ached in this position but there was no way he was going to stop. Two months was too long and it felt too good. Spencer’s eyes slid closed when Aaron thrust up and hit his prostate. He felt Aaron grabbing his arms and when Spencer opened his eyes again, Aaron had flipped Spencer onto his back.
“You are a dirty cheat, Aaron Hotchner.”
Aaron responded by thrusting harder into Spencer. Wrapping his legs around Aaron’s waist, Spencer wailed when Aaron kept up the punishing rhythm. He loved it when Aaron finally let go enough to treat Spencer as if he wasn’t made of glass. He wound his arms around Aaron’s torso and clung to him as Aaron drove him closer and closer to the edge.
All too soon, Spencer climaxed, shouting Aaron’s name and dragging his nails down Aaron’s back. Aaron came after a few more thrusts, his teeth sinking into the junction of Spencer’s neck and shoulder.
Easing himself down onto of Spencer, Aaron let out a shaky sigh. “One of these days, you are going to be the death of me.”
Spencer brushed Aaron’s hair away from his face. “You can take it. But if you worry about the strain on your heart, I can always ask Rossi if he could take over for you in the bedroom.”
Aaron growled in response and bit at Spencer’s nipple through the t-shirt. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t give you a wide berth from now on. Apparently, you have quite the barbed tongue when you are denied sex. I hear the team is going to start a rotation for as a precautionary measure.”
Spencer laughed and smacked Aaron on the ass. “Or we could just work harder on making sure we have time alone.”
Aaron smiled up at Spencer. “And risk you not turning back into Caveman Sex Craved Spencer? Never. I enjoy a good ravishing from time to time.”