CM Fic: A Fair Trade (Part 1)
A Fair Trade
It had been one hell of a day.
Paper work. Ten hours of reading, writing and correcting reports of previous cases. Due to the heavy traffic on the streets it was already past nine in the evening when Spencer Reid finally arrived at his home.
Rubbing his tired eyes, he made his way to the kitchen. He needed to find some food. Reid opened the fridge and was greeted by a yawning void. The only edible thing in there was a piece of mould cheese which didn't look very appealing to the young profiler. Oh, and in the far left corner hid a bottle of beer which had been lying in there for about two weeks. Morgan had brought it when he'd paid Reid one of his 'visits', as they called it. The young doctor usually didn't drink before their encounters and right now he was glad that he'd saved the bottle for later.
Reid took the beer and shuffled listlessly to the living room. Normally, he would pick one of his three billion books and read it before going to bed, but his eyes hurt way too much for that.
So he just slumped down on his couch and - occasionally taking a sip of his cold beer - stared into nothing. Reid kept doing this for about thirty minutes until finally a knock on the front door brought him back into the present.
Slowly, tiredly, the young profiler stood up and put the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. He was almost at the door when another knock came.
“Coming,” Reid muttered, not caring that the person on the outside couldn't hear him.
He unlocked the door to see who the visitor was. He didn't expect anyone. It wasn't Thursday, therefore it couldn't be Morgan. They always met on Thursdays. It wasn't Thursday.
Reid pulled the door open a bit and was instantly rewarded with a hand grabbing him at his collar, pushing him forcefully backwards into his apartment.
The young agent let out a yelp of surprise. He should have thought of that possibility.
Hotch.
There was no special day for his 'meetings' with the boss. Hotch was the one to decide when to do it. Apparently, he'd decided to come over today.
Never letting go of his subordinate's collar, the BAU chief slammed the door shut with his free left hand. He then shoved Reid swiftly through the room, pressing his lips hard against the younger man's mouth in the same moment as Reid's back roughly made contact with the wall on the other side of the living room.
It was a long, intense kiss. Only lips pressing against each other at first. Soon, however, Hotch's tongue started prodding and licking, demanding entrance. Obediently, the younger man parted his lips, letting his superior's tongue in, not even trying to keep up with the wet onslaught.
It was the need to draw a breath that made Hotch pull back eventually. Not far away - still close enough to be able to smell his lover.
“Don't ever make me wait that long again, Reid,” the older man growled. “Turn around.”
The tone of his superior's voice didn't leave any room for argument. Not that Reid would have dared to argue anyway. Discussions were not part of their arrangement. No words. No explanations. No apologies. Only giving and taking. A fair trade.
Reid turned around to face the wall. He didn't do anything else. Hotch would let him know what to do. Like Morgan. Like Rossi, once. Gideon had explained it to Reid. That it was all about learning, about making experiences, about having a life. It was all about the fact that they were doing him a favor and only asked for small things in return. When the older man had given that little speech, Reid had only briefly glanced up at his mentor before taking Gideon's cock back into his mouth.
“Hands on the wall,” Hotch's smooth voice ordered from behind.
Reid complied. With his palms flat against the wall, he stood and let his boss unbuckle his belt and pull down his brown cords alongside with his shorts. He kind of liked it with Hotch. Clear orders, no confusion. The team leader wasn't a team leader for nothing, Reid mused as he felt strong hands stroking up his legs. Hotch liked being in control, taking charge, making decisions. Basically, he was everything Reid was not.
“Spread your legs a bit.” In the same tone Hotch had told Reid to finish his reports in the morning.
The young doctor stepped out of his pants and moved his feet further apart.
One hand pressed firmly against the small of Reid’s back to keep him in place, while the fingers of the other hand began to prepare him.
Reid hissed at the first intrusion of Hotch's index finger. It felt always odd at the beginning. He tried to relax which was more difficult in a standing position than lying on the bed - he'd learned that lesson already. But if Hotch wanted an against-the-wall-fuck tonight - so be it.
“Come on,” the senior profiler murmured as he tried to add a second finger. “Let me in, Reid.”
The younger man closed his eyes. Suddenly he could remember why words were usually not part of their arrangement. Words made things real. Real in a way that made the whole thing almost unbearable. Just in time, Reid stopped his mind from wandering down that path; from recognizing the reality of the situation; from acknowledging that SSA Aaron Hotchner had just asked him to open his ass for his fingers.
He rested his forehead against the wall and let go.
“That's it,” Hotch said quietly, his mouth close behind Reid's ear. He continued preparing his subordinate with his fingers until he considered his lover relaxed enough.
The younger man felt the fingers pull out and let out a pitiful whimper at the sudden emptiness inside him, hoping that the feeling of loss wouldn't last long.
Hotch pressed his hot, muscular body tightly against Reid's thinner frame, causing his hard cock to press bluntly against the younger man's entrance.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” Hotch ordered and started to push in. Slowly, but steadily. Inch by inch he buried himself inside his lover. The older man had to force himself to take his time. The sensation of Reid's tight muscles around him was almost enough to drive him over the edge already. Of course, he didn't want to end it after only one thrust.
Once fully inside Reid's ass, Hotch stilled to let his lover get used to the invasion. After a few seconds the senior profiler took hold of the younger man's hips and pulled out. Slowly. All the way.
Reid held his breath, bracing himself for the storm to come.
It did. Hotch started pounding into his agent, pushing into him as well as pulling him back with his hands. With each thrust he buried himself deeper inside Reid, enjoying the feeling of that delicate person trapped between the wall and his own thoroughly fit body. Hotch knew which angle was needed to reach the younger man's most sensitive spot and was careful to hit it often enough to keep Reid close to the edge.
The young doctor made an attempt to reach down to stroke his own neglected cock.
“Hands,” Hotch hissed through gritted teeth as he continued fucking Reid hard into the wall.
With a frustrated groan, the younger man lifted his arms again, hoping that his boss would show some mercy and take care of him.
Of course, Hotch did. After all, the arrangement was not only for his own pleasure, but likewise for his subordinate’s enjoyment.
Never stopping his thrusting movements, he reached around Reid's slim waist and started massaging and stroking his lover's hard cock.
Reid gasped at the touch. He loved being touched that way. Only months ago, he hadn’t been aware that being touched liked that by another person could feel so incredibly wonderful. The first time he'd gotten jerked off by a senior profiler he'd felt like dying and exploding at once and it had felt so warm and almost painful and it had simply been the most amazing sensation in the world.
Hotch had turned out to be very talented in that field, too.
The team leader kept pushing in relentlessly, mercilessly, hard and fast. Hotch felt the orgasm build up inside him as Reid's inside began to clench around his cock. The younger man came all over his hand.
The feeling of his lover climaxing, along with the sounds coming from Reid's mouth, which appeared to be so very out of character for the young doctor, always did the trick. With one final deep thrust Hotch came almost violently inside Reid, letting out a loud groan of pure satisfaction.
It took both men a few moments to recover from their successful 'meeting'. Hotch finally pulled out and started to get dressed properly again. Wordlessly, Reid pulled up his trousers as well and went to the front door.
Hotch followed.
“Tomorrow maybe,” the team leader said on his way out.
Reid shook his head. “Not so good for me.”
Hotch turned on the doorstep and frowned. “Why not?”
The younger man shrugged and started to close the door. “No time. Tomorrow is Thursday.”
( Part 2... )
It had been one hell of a day.
Paper work. Ten hours of reading, writing and correcting reports of previous cases. Due to the heavy traffic on the streets it was already past nine in the evening when Spencer Reid finally arrived at his home.
Rubbing his tired eyes, he made his way to the kitchen. He needed to find some food. Reid opened the fridge and was greeted by a yawning void. The only edible thing in there was a piece of mould cheese which didn't look very appealing to the young profiler. Oh, and in the far left corner hid a bottle of beer which had been lying in there for about two weeks. Morgan had brought it when he'd paid Reid one of his 'visits', as they called it. The young doctor usually didn't drink before their encounters and right now he was glad that he'd saved the bottle for later.
Reid took the beer and shuffled listlessly to the living room. Normally, he would pick one of his three billion books and read it before going to bed, but his eyes hurt way too much for that.
So he just slumped down on his couch and - occasionally taking a sip of his cold beer - stared into nothing. Reid kept doing this for about thirty minutes until finally a knock on the front door brought him back into the present.
Slowly, tiredly, the young profiler stood up and put the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. He was almost at the door when another knock came.
“Coming,” Reid muttered, not caring that the person on the outside couldn't hear him.
He unlocked the door to see who the visitor was. He didn't expect anyone. It wasn't Thursday, therefore it couldn't be Morgan. They always met on Thursdays. It wasn't Thursday.
Reid pulled the door open a bit and was instantly rewarded with a hand grabbing him at his collar, pushing him forcefully backwards into his apartment.
The young agent let out a yelp of surprise. He should have thought of that possibility.
Hotch.
There was no special day for his 'meetings' with the boss. Hotch was the one to decide when to do it. Apparently, he'd decided to come over today.
Never letting go of his subordinate's collar, the BAU chief slammed the door shut with his free left hand. He then shoved Reid swiftly through the room, pressing his lips hard against the younger man's mouth in the same moment as Reid's back roughly made contact with the wall on the other side of the living room.
It was a long, intense kiss. Only lips pressing against each other at first. Soon, however, Hotch's tongue started prodding and licking, demanding entrance. Obediently, the younger man parted his lips, letting his superior's tongue in, not even trying to keep up with the wet onslaught.
It was the need to draw a breath that made Hotch pull back eventually. Not far away - still close enough to be able to smell his lover.
“Don't ever make me wait that long again, Reid,” the older man growled. “Turn around.”
The tone of his superior's voice didn't leave any room for argument. Not that Reid would have dared to argue anyway. Discussions were not part of their arrangement. No words. No explanations. No apologies. Only giving and taking. A fair trade.
Reid turned around to face the wall. He didn't do anything else. Hotch would let him know what to do. Like Morgan. Like Rossi, once. Gideon had explained it to Reid. That it was all about learning, about making experiences, about having a life. It was all about the fact that they were doing him a favor and only asked for small things in return. When the older man had given that little speech, Reid had only briefly glanced up at his mentor before taking Gideon's cock back into his mouth.
“Hands on the wall,” Hotch's smooth voice ordered from behind.
Reid complied. With his palms flat against the wall, he stood and let his boss unbuckle his belt and pull down his brown cords alongside with his shorts. He kind of liked it with Hotch. Clear orders, no confusion. The team leader wasn't a team leader for nothing, Reid mused as he felt strong hands stroking up his legs. Hotch liked being in control, taking charge, making decisions. Basically, he was everything Reid was not.
“Spread your legs a bit.” In the same tone Hotch had told Reid to finish his reports in the morning.
The young doctor stepped out of his pants and moved his feet further apart.
One hand pressed firmly against the small of Reid’s back to keep him in place, while the fingers of the other hand began to prepare him.
Reid hissed at the first intrusion of Hotch's index finger. It felt always odd at the beginning. He tried to relax which was more difficult in a standing position than lying on the bed - he'd learned that lesson already. But if Hotch wanted an against-the-wall-fuck tonight - so be it.
“Come on,” the senior profiler murmured as he tried to add a second finger. “Let me in, Reid.”
The younger man closed his eyes. Suddenly he could remember why words were usually not part of their arrangement. Words made things real. Real in a way that made the whole thing almost unbearable. Just in time, Reid stopped his mind from wandering down that path; from recognizing the reality of the situation; from acknowledging that SSA Aaron Hotchner had just asked him to open his ass for his fingers.
He rested his forehead against the wall and let go.
“That's it,” Hotch said quietly, his mouth close behind Reid's ear. He continued preparing his subordinate with his fingers until he considered his lover relaxed enough.
The younger man felt the fingers pull out and let out a pitiful whimper at the sudden emptiness inside him, hoping that the feeling of loss wouldn't last long.
Hotch pressed his hot, muscular body tightly against Reid's thinner frame, causing his hard cock to press bluntly against the younger man's entrance.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” Hotch ordered and started to push in. Slowly, but steadily. Inch by inch he buried himself inside his lover. The older man had to force himself to take his time. The sensation of Reid's tight muscles around him was almost enough to drive him over the edge already. Of course, he didn't want to end it after only one thrust.
Once fully inside Reid's ass, Hotch stilled to let his lover get used to the invasion. After a few seconds the senior profiler took hold of the younger man's hips and pulled out. Slowly. All the way.
Reid held his breath, bracing himself for the storm to come.
It did. Hotch started pounding into his agent, pushing into him as well as pulling him back with his hands. With each thrust he buried himself deeper inside Reid, enjoying the feeling of that delicate person trapped between the wall and his own thoroughly fit body. Hotch knew which angle was needed to reach the younger man's most sensitive spot and was careful to hit it often enough to keep Reid close to the edge.
The young doctor made an attempt to reach down to stroke his own neglected cock.
“Hands,” Hotch hissed through gritted teeth as he continued fucking Reid hard into the wall.
With a frustrated groan, the younger man lifted his arms again, hoping that his boss would show some mercy and take care of him.
Of course, Hotch did. After all, the arrangement was not only for his own pleasure, but likewise for his subordinate’s enjoyment.
Never stopping his thrusting movements, he reached around Reid's slim waist and started massaging and stroking his lover's hard cock.
Reid gasped at the touch. He loved being touched that way. Only months ago, he hadn’t been aware that being touched liked that by another person could feel so incredibly wonderful. The first time he'd gotten jerked off by a senior profiler he'd felt like dying and exploding at once and it had felt so warm and almost painful and it had simply been the most amazing sensation in the world.
Hotch had turned out to be very talented in that field, too.
The team leader kept pushing in relentlessly, mercilessly, hard and fast. Hotch felt the orgasm build up inside him as Reid's inside began to clench around his cock. The younger man came all over his hand.
The feeling of his lover climaxing, along with the sounds coming from Reid's mouth, which appeared to be so very out of character for the young doctor, always did the trick. With one final deep thrust Hotch came almost violently inside Reid, letting out a loud groan of pure satisfaction.
It took both men a few moments to recover from their successful 'meeting'. Hotch finally pulled out and started to get dressed properly again. Wordlessly, Reid pulled up his trousers as well and went to the front door.
Hotch followed.
“Tomorrow maybe,” the team leader said on his way out.
Reid shook his head. “Not so good for me.”
Hotch turned on the doorstep and frowned. “Why not?”
The younger man shrugged and started to close the door. “No time. Tomorrow is Thursday.”
( Part 2... )