Fic: Breakfast (Criminal Minds, Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen)
Title: Breakfast
Pair: Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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”Thanks, I came home pretty late.” Hotch took the cup of coffee from Chad and downed half of it with one gulp. ”What time did you go to bed?”
”Around eleven. When you get back to Quantico?”
”After ten and then we had to handle some loose ends before we could go home. We’re finishing the case reports today.”
”Sit down. This is done.” Chad took the pot from the stove and shovelled some of it`s content to two plates.”
”Porridge?”
”Best possible breakfast for a taxing day. A lot of carbohydrates.”
”I thought people were suppose to avoid them.”
”Don’t listen to propaganda. Bacon?”
”With porridge?”
”With eggs.”
”Sure, thanks.” Hotch hesitated for a minute. ”Don’t take this the wrong way, but this whole happy homemaker side of you is not the first thing people would expect.”
”I’ve cooked for myself since I moved away from my folks and in college I fed both myself and Cain for a while. It shouldn’t be a surprise that I can cook.”
”I didn’t mean that. It’s just weird to see someone actually cooking here. You’ve done it for a while, but I’m still getting used to it.”
”At least now I have other stuff to cook with than just eggs.” Chad smirked. ”Mainly because I handle the grocery shopping.”
”Sorry, I can never remember-”
”That wasn’t criticism, just an observation. And that first morning here wasn’t that bad.”
”Despite the eggs.”
”But the night before was even more interesting.”
”Please don’t remind me….” Hotch chuckled. ”That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I acted like some hormonal teenager.”
”I’m just that good.”
”You are, but I’m a grown man. I should be able to control myself better.”
”You’ve develop a lot since then. And I wasn’t complaining, remember?”
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“I told you I’m sorry, what more do you want?” Hotch went to the bar cabinet to fill his glass.
“You told me. And I told you I don’t need your apologies. I came to see if you’re alright.”
“Messed up. Completely messed up and it’s not like me. I can be rational, and organise all the things so that they make sense, but lately….. Everything’s getting out of my hands and it’s not like me.” Hotch jumped when he felt strong hands wandering over his back.
“You wanna try again?” Chad suggested, whispering to his ear.
“I…. I need to tell you something before we…. do anything. That one time experiment I told you about…. I was the active opponent, I haven’t….”
Chad chuckled and pressed his lips against Hotch`s neck. “Relax. I’m not asking you to drop your pants and bend over for me.” He let out a little giggle. “But I can do that for you if you ask nicely.”
First Hotch wasn’t sure where the sound had come from. He looked down. He had squeezed his glass so hard it broke.
“I’ll take that as a Yes.” He reached to take the pieces of glass from Hotch`s hand and checked the skin. ”No cuts.”
”Are you serious?”
”Yeah, no cuts.”
”I mean about-”
”Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Chad pulled Hotch closer for a kiss. Hotch gave up trying to come up with alternative questions and gave up. His hands wandered over the other man’s back, diving under the shirt to feel the warm skin. The feel of firm muscles under the skin was a new sensation, and he kept moving his hand over the tensing muscles over and over again. His one time encounter with a hooker had not included much experimenting with the visual side of male anatomy, but now he wanted to see what was under the clothing.
”Can we…. I mean can I-” He panted when he finally managed to remove his lips from Chad’s.
”Where’s your bedroom?”
”Upstairs. Second door.”
”Good, I’ll handle it.” Chad kissed him again and grasped Hotch`s buttocks to lift him to his lap. Hotch got the message and wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. Chad kept up the lip contact and walked slowly to the stairs. The walk up the stairs was careful and slow, but Hotch wasn’t about to complain.
When they finally reached the bedroom Chad dumped Hotch on the bed, taking a minute to observe the reaction he was getting. Hotch`s hair was mussed and his cheeks were bright red. The tenting in his pants was another sign that they were finally on the same page. Hotch shimmied to the edge of the bed, leaning heavily back against his arms.
“Can you…” Hotch had to pause and try to catch his breath. “I want to see you.”
Chad took a step back and peeled his shirt off. The piece of clothing fell to the floor, followed by his jeans, socks and shoes. He waited for a minute, just standing in front of Hotch in his boxers. Hotch stared at him. Usually he would be embarrassed for staring at half naked people like a desperate teenage boy, but currently he couldn’t be bothered. His eyes wandered up and down the tall, muscular frame, pressing every little detail to his memory.
“Are you done?” Chad grinned. “Can I take the rest off now?”
“Please.”
“Maybe not yet.” Chad took a step closer and pulled off Hotch`s shirt He grouched down to one knee to open the pants, and Hotch couldn’t help shivering. Chad’s hand pulled down the zipper and snaked in to caress the hard member. “How far can you go without freaking out?”
“I… I don’t know.” Hotch rubbed his crotch against Chad’s hand like dog in heat. “I don’t know… can we…. I mean….”
“You’re babbling.” Chad commented. “How bout I take care of you first and then we’ll see how far we can go together?”
“What do you mean….?”
“Lift your ass.”
Hotch lifted his hips and Chad pulled his pants off. The hand was back on Hotch`s cock before he could complain about the lost of contact. Chad got down to his knees, positioning himself between the other man’s legs and brought his lips down to Hotch`s cock. The reaction came right away. Hotch let out a little yelp and closed his eyes. He forced himself to open them again and look down.
Chad was watching him. Despite the fact that his mouth was occupied, Hotch could tell he was grinning. His eyes were fixed on Hotch`s face, monitoring his expressions. His lips moved up and down the shaft, covering every tender spot. Hotch moaned unashamedly. He didn’t even realise he was about to come until one more swipe of a tongue send him over the edge.
Hotch froze. His eyes had closed on their own, blinded by the intense flash to white. When he came back to his senses, Chad was still between his legs, looking at him like he was the most amusing sight of all time.
“Did I… Oh crap, I’m sorry-”
“Calm down.”
“I didn’t even warn you-”
“Don’t worry about it. It was flattering.” Chad placed his hands on Hotch`s shoulder and pushed him down to his back. “And we got time to practise.”
“More?”
“Hell yeah. That was a promising start.”
“It wasn’t. I haven’t come that fast since I was fifteen.”
“You can stop talking now.” Chad sat down on the man’s lap and kissed him deeply. Hotch could still taste himself in the kiss. “I told you I would take care of you first. You wanna try something more co-operative now?”
----------------------------------------------------
“Say what you say, but that was embarrassing.” Hotch laughed. “First I stared at you and then I shot my load like a kid with his first dirty magazine.”
“For a first try that was actually pretty good. And I always appreciate a good stare.”
“You do?”
“Depends on who’s staring.”
“Well…. There’s just one aspect where that first morning was better than this.” Hotch eyed Chad’s T-shirt and jeans. “You were cooking naked.”
“I had my boxers on.”
“Really? I don’t remember that…..”
“I wonder what Freud would say about that.” Chad laughed. “But if you’re good I’ll make you breakfast naked some day.”
“Why not now?”
“Because of that.” Chad pointed down to the pan where slivers of bacon were sizzling. “I’m not getting naked anywhere near hot grease. Believe me, it can be really painful.”