CM Fic: A Fair Trade (Part 2)
Title: A Fair Trade (Part 2)
Author: LTxYx
Rating: FRAO/NC-17/slash
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Morgan
Wordcount: ~ 4000
Summary: It's all about giving and taking.
A/N: There were several requests for a second part. Here it is. ;) A bit darker than planned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
A Fair Trade (Part 2)
It was a Thursday like any other Thursday. As soon as Spencer Reid had finished his paper work at the office, he went straight into the grocery store that was situated next to his apartment. Entering the store, he moved automatically to the drinks apartment, grabbed two bottles of beer and walked quickly to the checkout.
He knew he didn’t have much time. Morgan had left the office about half an hour earlier than him and was probably already on his way. Fortunately, Reid’s colleague wouldn’t expect much. A beer, a sandwich perhaps and...well, the usual ‘service’.
The young profiler hastily paid for the bottles before almost running homewards. Apart from the food, he needed to make a few other preparations. Like showering. Reid had to wash the filth and sweat of the day off his body. Morgan was surprisingly picky in that regard.
Putting the bottles on the kitchen table, the young agent sprinted to the bathroom. He stripped down and quickly stepped into the shower cubicle, enjoying the feeling of hot water running down his tired body. He soaped himself carefully, letting the sponge rub over his pale skin. He looked down at his skinny figure, inspecting the bruises Hotch had inflicted during his visit the day before. There were clearly visible marks on Reid’s prominent hip bones where his boss’ hands had gripped him firmly. Tentatively, the young doctor ran the sponge over the blue-ish reminders of their latest encounter. And once again, he couldn’t help but wonder why his team members were even willing to share their knowledge about physical closeness with him - in a rather practical way. In Reid’s opinion there was really nothing particularly appealing about him. His legs were too long, his skin too pale and there was an undeniable lack of muscle mass - in extreme contrast to Hotch and Morgan. And even Rossi.
So why, Reid asked himself while rinsing the soap off his body, why would they keep coming to him? Why would Hotch want to be blown by him? Why would Morgan want to be touched by him? And why for God’s sake would Rossi wanna fuck him in the bathtub? To Reid, it didn’t make much sense. All the more he felt the duty to be grateful for their great effort to ‘introduce him to life’, as Gideon had put it once.
Letting the sponge fall to the ground, the young man reached for the shaver. For some odd reason Reid couldn’t quite comprehend, Morgan wanted him to be shaved...there. Down there. The only explanation the genius could come up with was that his older colleague was normally an utterly straight guy who was used to the smooth ladies from the night clubs.
Reid didn’t like the idea of being compared with ‘smooth ladies’, but he knew Morgan would be angry if there was too much hair in the way. So he approached his most sensitive body parts anxiously with the shaver, trying to keep his hand steady.
It was quite a procedure. Finally however, about 15 minutes later, he had freed his groin from every single light brown hair.
Relieved, that he hadn’t done any damage with the razor, Reid stepped out of the shower and put on his bathrobe. There was no need to get dressed. Not with Morgan. It was with clothes like it was with the hair: The eager man didn’t like barriers of any kind.
The young profiler briefly considered if he should dry his hair, but the urging knock on the front door forced him to dismiss the idea instantly. Fiddling with the belt of his white bathrobe and with the wet strands of hair stuck to his face, Reid stumbled towards the entrance.
He drew a final deep breath before pulling the door open.
Morgan just stood there with a broad grin imprinted on his face. He seemed to scan his younger colleague with trained eyes. From the hairline down to the naked feet. At the sight of his wet friend, Morgan’s smile widened even more, revealing his blinding white, perfect teeth.
“Hey kid. Ready to go?” And he stepped into Reid’s apartment without waiting for an answer. In this case, there really was no answer needed.
The younger man stepped aside to let Morgan in and closed the door behind his teammate. He had to admit that the older man looked seriously hot. Black pants and a tight white shirt were accentuating Morgan’s athletic and very muscular frame. Once again, Reid wondered what the very attractive and self-confident agent wanted with him. Why would he not just go somewhere ... else to pick up another top model-like girl? Morgan could have them all - Reid was sure of it; in stark contrast to the young doctor himself who would blush whenever a female human being would only so much as look at him, let alone start talking to him.
“Hello,” he greeted meekly, watching his colleague taking a seat on the couch. “Do you want something? A have beer and sandwiches.” He motioned shyly to the kitchen.
“Beer is fine,” Morgan replied as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He leaned back and watched smiling as Reid returned with two bottles.
The older man casually patted on the seat to his left. “C’mere.”
Careful not to drop the opened bottles, Reid moved around the coffee table and sat down next to Morgan. As his backside made contact with the sofa, the younger doctor couldn’t quite suppress a slight wince. The brief flicker of pain that crossed Reid’s face was not lost on the dark-skinned profiler.
“You alright, kid?” he asked as he took the beer from his friend.
Instead of replying, Reid took a big gulp of his own beer. He placed the bottle on the table and leaned carefully back.
“Hotch was here,” he admitted sheepishly.
Ahhh, Morgan thought as realization struck him. No wonder.
“When?” he asked, before taking another sip of his drink.
“Yesterday.”
The older man swallowed and frowned. Hotch knew full well that Morgan would come on Thursday. He always did. What was the guy thinking? Two days in a row...
“Are you up to it?” Morgan asked hesitantly. If Reid couldn’t even sit down without grimacing...
The young doctor shrugged. “It’s Thursday.”
“Yeah, but if you’re sore...,” Morgan trailed off, watching Reid blush. OK, now he really wanted the kid. “Hm...”
The younger man glanced at his colleague. “What?”
“We could do something else.” That said, Morgan put the bottle on the floor and started to undo his pants.
Reid just watched.
Watch and learn, Gideon had said at the beginning.
When the younger man didn’t react at all, Morgan indicated him to get rid of the bathrobe as well. Slowly, Reid began to fiddle with the knotted belt that held the fabric together, not sure what to expect.
Suddenly Morgan rose from his seat and walked around the table to settle down in the armchair that was facing the couch.
Reid sat with his bathrobe open and his lips slightly parted, looking at his team member with a puzzled expression on his face.
After a short struggle to get into the ideal position, Morgan finally spoke: “Jerk off for me.”
The young man’s eyes widened. “Huh?” was all he managed to squeeze out.
Morgan grinned as he let his hand slowly wander down to his own groin. “I wanna watch you jerking yourself off.”
Reid kept staring for about a minute until he finally complied to his colleague’s request, letting his hand move downwards. He started to stroke in automatic motions, closing his eyes to pretend he was alone. He didn’t like other people watching him, especially not when he was touching himself in this way. But it was not him who made the decisions here. And if Morgan wanted a show...
The older man watched with a pleased smile how Reid’s hand kept stroking and massaging the now half-erect and very nicely shaved dick. The sight was a serious turn on, causing Morgan’s own arousal to increase considerably. He would have really loved to do more with the pretty genius, but wanted to give him a chance to recover from Hotch’s visit the day before.
A knock on the door startled both men out of their lusty daze.
“Not now,” Morgan moaned. “Are you expecting anyone?”
Reid shook his head, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Only you. It’s, it’s Thursday,” he stammered and made an attempt to stand up.
“Ignore it,” the older man said. “Whoever it is will go away.”
Another, louder knock.
Reid glanced nervously at the door. “Maybe I should...”
“No,” Morgan interrupted him. “Ignore it. Just focus on that fine dick of yours.”
Blushing further, the younger man leaned back, his eyes glued to the other man’s impressive erection. He was about to relax again, when he heard the alarming sound of keys being turned in a door lock.
Oh God, he thought. There was only one person with a key to his apartment...for emergencies.
“Hotch!” Reid exclaimed, causing Morgan to freeze.
In that moment, the door was forcefully flung open. With a stern expression, the unit chief stepped into the flat, taking in the scene that presented itself in front of him.
The situation was rather obvious. Two of his agents were pleasuring themselves in Reid’s living room.
Reid looked at his superior with huge eyes. “Hotch?” he shrieked.
“I knocked.” The team leader stepped closer. “Why didn’t you answer the door?”
“I, uhm...” The young profiler averted his eyes from his boss and glanced pleadingly at Morgan, seeking for help.
The older man got the hint. “What are you doing here, Hotch man?” he asked impatiently, his hands casually covering his groin. “It’s my day.”
Reid nodded. “I...I told you yesterday...”
Hotch cut him short. “Since when are you calling the shots here, Reid?” He approached the couch, his gaze fixated on his subordinate’s exposed privates. With a raised eyebrow he turned to Morgan.
“Did you make him shave again?” he asked angrily.
Morgan stood up, pushing his neglected cock back into his pants. “Got a problem with that, Hotch?”
The senior profiler then moved closer to his bigmouthed agent. “Actually yes, I do. It’s horrible.”
“It’s not!” Morgan shot back, looking his superior straight in the eye. “Why would I wanna suck a hairy dick?”
Hotch raised his second eyebrow. “He’s a guy, for God’s sake! Not one of your table dance hussies.”
Reid watched with wide eyes how the older men discussed his primary sexual characteristic. It was certainly not his favorite subject of all times. He wondered what was going on in his living room. Usually it was all so very simple. Someone would come to visit, they would do something and then the person would leave again. Suddenly there were two colleagues in his apartment, having a heated argument Reid couldn’t quite comprehend.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Morgan demanded, clearly pissed off. It was his day. Hotch knew that and had still decided to drop by.
“I wanted to see him,” Hotch replied, tilting his head slightly in Reid’s direction.
Morgan snorted. “You saw him yesterday, Hotch. And thanks to you he can’t even sit down without...”
“Right!” the team leader interrupted, raising his voice as well. “Because I don’t treat him like a little girl!”
“Maybe you should,” the younger man retorted quickly. “At least then I’d have my fair share of him too the day after.”
Fair share? Reid was lost. What was this about? It didn’t seem to be about teaching him things anymore. They were talking about him like he was goods. Used goods. Something in the very back of his mind started to scream at him to please finally question the whole arrangement Gideon had set up once. Perhaps he could make real experiences without being cornered by his older and very masculine colleagues in his home. But the faint scream wasn’t loud enough to drown the noisy sounds and angry words coming from his teammates. Not yet.
The argument between Hotch and Morgan must have moved on while Reid had been lost in thoughts, because both profilers were looking down at him when he finally forced his mind back into reality. They didn’t say a thing anymore. They were just staring at him; Morgan with a slight grin on his face, Hotch with the same stoic expression as usual; his eyebrows not raised anymore.
“Wh...what?” Reid asked with a small voice, somewhat alarmed by the dark and lusty glimmer in his co-workers’ eyes.
“I think we should go to the bedroom,” Hotch stated calmly and started to move down the hallway. Morgan motioned Reid to get a move on and then followed his boss.
“Uhm...okay,” the young doctor murmured, aware that no-one was waiting for his approval. They never did. No-one ever did.
At the time he arrived at his bedroom, Hotch had already started to undress. Morgan lay on the bed, wearing nothing but his skin.
That was fast, Reid stated inwardly. Took him only a few seconds to get rid of his clothes.
The youngest agent stood in the door frame, watching his colleagues getting ready for more. Two colleagues, Reid couldn’t help but repeat silently. Not one, two. Of course, he wasn’t dense. He knew what was going to happen real soon in his bedroom, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle it. Handle them. Two of them.
“Do you wanna strike roots there?” Morgan exclaimed loudly. “Get out of your bathrobe and join us already.”
Reid glanced sideways at Hotch who was now also done with getting naked. The unit chief placed his clothes in a neat pile on the floor and climbed on the bed. Without another word, Morgan wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck and pulled him close, pressing his lips roughly against his superior’s mouth.
Reid’s jaw dropped. He’d never in a billion years expected his co-workers to kiss each other. Not Hotch and Morgan! Both straight as a post. After all, they’d always claimed to treat him like that only in order to help him. He’d always considered it a big favor that two so very straight guys like Hotch and Morgan would bear with him at all. Had he been wrong? Did they...do it for their own pleasure?
After a very long minute of licking and biting and tasting each other, the profilers finally parted.
“Don’t be so shy, Reid,” Hotch said with a dark husky voice. “Don’t want you to turn into the scared green kid again, do we?”
The young profiler shook his head instinctively. He wrapped himself out of the white bathrobe and walked self-consciously to the bed, glad that the room was only dimly lit. He knew that he didn’t have a body like the older agents. All the more, he couldn’t help but wonder why they kept coming to him; why they insisted on teaching him things.
In the moment Reid arrived at the edge of the mattress, Morgan reached out and pulled him firmly down. With a high-pitched cry of surprise, the young profiler fell down onto the bed, coming to rest on his knees. Before he had time to feel embarrassed about the noise he’d made, Hotch’s hand took hold of his chin, turning his head to face his boss. What followed was more an onslaught than a kiss.
Hotch’s tongue prodded and pushed firmly against Reid’s lips, demanding entrance. The younger man finally gave up and opened his mouth to let his superior in. While the tongue battle continued, Reid felt Morgan’s callous hands on his back, stroking firmly down his spine and his ribs. Down, further down until they reached the small of Reid’s back. The hands came to a halt there.
Hotch pulled back. He glared over Reid’s shoulder, at Morgan who gave his boss a questioning look.
“He’s hurting already,” the man behind Reid’s back said quietly.
Hotch growled as he placed both of his hands on the lanky agent’s shoulders. “He’s a man. Treat him like one.”
Again Reid didn’t get the chance to think about those words, before their meaning became painfully clear. At some point during Hotch’s wet kiss attack, Morgan must have found the lube in Reid’s drawer, because suddenly something slick and cold was probing at his sore entrance.
He winced at the touch and wanted to turn around, but Hotch’s grip on his shoulders tightened and forced him to focus on the man right in front of him.
“Let Morgan take care of you,” the team leader whispered in Reid’s ear. His mouth so close, so very close that the younger man could feel his superior’s hot breath against his neck. And he could smell that very special scent of SSA Aaron Hotchner - nothing but pure masculinity, strength and power. And lust and desire. And it made Reid forget about the blunt finger of his other co-worker that was now preparing him for something he was not ready for at all.
Then Hotch started to lick along Reid’s sharp jaw line, down his long throat and over the plains of his thin chest until he finally found the first nipple. He bit down lightly, causing Reid to arch his back involuntarily and let out a soft moan.
Morgan must have interpreted that as sign of approval and added a second finger to stretch and prepare his teammate further for the upcoming.
It hurt. It really, really hurt. Reid let out a sharp hiss at the intrusion, but it was too quiet to be heard over the groans and animal-like noises escaping the older men’s lips.
And now Hotch’s head was down there and Reid didn’t dare to look at his boss because looking would mean to see his admired superior giving him a blow job. Which would perhaps be called a hot view by other people; to Reid it was suddenly just not right. Nothing seemed to be right anymore; however, the point of no return had been left behind a long time ago.
Then Morgan seemed to consider the time right for a third finger while Hotch continued licking and sucking at Reid’s smooth cock. It was then that the thin man who was still on his knees and trapped in the middle closed his eyes and shut down. He’d done this before. With a mind like his, he needed the ability to draw back from reality, to block out his surroundings. The ability to focus only on himself and just go to that quiet place of peace deep inside his head he’d created at a very young age.
From a far distance he heard someone telling him to go on his hands and knees. He did it automatically. How could he not? After so many years of complying and pleasing the people around him simply for the sake of being accepted as one of them, it was a natural reaction.
Something hard and big and hot that he faintly recognized as Hotch’s cock then pressed against his mouth. He opened his lips and did what he’d been taught to do by the man he’d considered a father until that very special day in the cabin.
It didn’t even hurt anymore when Morgan pushed slowly into his ass from behind. There was no pain right now, but Reid knew it would return. Later. When the others were long gone.
For now he kept just sucking Hotch in the same rhythm as he was being fucked by Morgan. It lasted a while until the man behind him reached around to stroke him.
And as usual, the sensation of being stimulated in so many different ways brought him closer to the edge with each second passing. It was a mere bodily reaction when his inside began to spasm and cramp around Morgan’s huge cock. He could feel his teammate coming in his ass; could feel him pulling out eventually. He could also feel Hotch thrusting deeper and harder into his mouth; he could taste the bitterness of his boss’ liquid on his tongue and feel it running down his throat. Reid could tell that all this was happening. In a way he could feel it, although he wasn’t able to tell how it felt. His awareness was just too far away from the present; had pulled back too deep to actually process what was going on.
Some time must have passed when his mind dared to come back from its hidden place of peace. Reid lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He could hear voices.
Carefully, he lifted his head and looked around. He was alone. No-one else was in the room. Yet there were definitely voices. Real voices. At least Reid was pretty sure that they were real.
He slowly rose from the bed, grimacing at the sharp sting inside him. Apparently, his perception of pain had returned with full force. He picked up the bathrobe and wrapped it tightly around his body, before moving towards the living room. The voices grew louder.
Hotch and Morgan were still there - no doubt anymore. Reid stopped short in the door frame. For a moment he just watched his co-workers talking about some past case. Eventually, he stepped into the room, drawing the older men’s attention to himself.
“Ah, you’re finally awake!” Morgan exclaimed cheerfully.
“Yes,” Reid replied coldly.
Hotch cleared his throat. “You alright?” he asked gently, taking in his subordinate’s rather worn-out appearance.
The young agent took a few steps towards his superior. “What do you think, Hotch?”
There was something in Reid’s tone that wasn’t supposed to be there. At least not in the older profilers’ opinion. He sounded...angry.
“What’s wrong, kid?” Morgan asked with concern in his voice.
Reid frowned. Was it possible that they actually didn’t even realize what they were doing?
“What’s wrong?!” he repeated incredulously. He didn’t even know where to start.
Hotch made an attempt to approach him, but Reid lifted his hand in a warning gesture.
“No. Don’t come near me,” he said icily. “Please, just...leave me alone.”
The older agents exchanged worried glances. They didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in demeanor. Reid had never acted like this afterwards. He’d always been rather friendly and grateful for their help.
Morgan tried again. “Reid, if you wanna talk about...”
“I don’t wanna talk to you, Morgan!” the younger man yelled. It was as if something inside him had been unleashed somehow. Something he’d bottled up for a very long time. Too long maybe.
When his teammates still made no attempt to move, Reid lost it. He practically ran to his front door, pulled it open and screamed. “Get the hell out of my apartment!”
For once, it was Hotch’s and Morgan’s turn to comply. No further words were spoken. They walked past Reid, but he refused to make eye contact. He didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want them to look at him. He just wanted to be left alone in his private space and have some time to sort out his thoughts.
He slammed the door shut behind them and walked to the couch. He sat down, wincing at the pain in his ass, but not caring anymore. He then grabbed his bottle of beer and took a big gulp of the disgusting liquid, leaning against the backrest.
And suddenly a thought crossed Reid’s mind and he smiled.
He was indeed a man, for God’s sake.
( Part 3... )
Author: LTxYx
Rating: FRAO/NC-17/slash
Pairing: Hotch/Reid/Morgan
Wordcount: ~ 4000
Summary: It's all about giving and taking.
A/N: There were several requests for a second part. Here it is. ;) A bit darker than planned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
A Fair Trade (Part 2)
It was a Thursday like any other Thursday. As soon as Spencer Reid had finished his paper work at the office, he went straight into the grocery store that was situated next to his apartment. Entering the store, he moved automatically to the drinks apartment, grabbed two bottles of beer and walked quickly to the checkout.
He knew he didn’t have much time. Morgan had left the office about half an hour earlier than him and was probably already on his way. Fortunately, Reid’s colleague wouldn’t expect much. A beer, a sandwich perhaps and...well, the usual ‘service’.
The young profiler hastily paid for the bottles before almost running homewards. Apart from the food, he needed to make a few other preparations. Like showering. Reid had to wash the filth and sweat of the day off his body. Morgan was surprisingly picky in that regard.
Putting the bottles on the kitchen table, the young agent sprinted to the bathroom. He stripped down and quickly stepped into the shower cubicle, enjoying the feeling of hot water running down his tired body. He soaped himself carefully, letting the sponge rub over his pale skin. He looked down at his skinny figure, inspecting the bruises Hotch had inflicted during his visit the day before. There were clearly visible marks on Reid’s prominent hip bones where his boss’ hands had gripped him firmly. Tentatively, the young doctor ran the sponge over the blue-ish reminders of their latest encounter. And once again, he couldn’t help but wonder why his team members were even willing to share their knowledge about physical closeness with him - in a rather practical way. In Reid’s opinion there was really nothing particularly appealing about him. His legs were too long, his skin too pale and there was an undeniable lack of muscle mass - in extreme contrast to Hotch and Morgan. And even Rossi.
So why, Reid asked himself while rinsing the soap off his body, why would they keep coming to him? Why would Hotch want to be blown by him? Why would Morgan want to be touched by him? And why for God’s sake would Rossi wanna fuck him in the bathtub? To Reid, it didn’t make much sense. All the more he felt the duty to be grateful for their great effort to ‘introduce him to life’, as Gideon had put it once.
Letting the sponge fall to the ground, the young man reached for the shaver. For some odd reason Reid couldn’t quite comprehend, Morgan wanted him to be shaved...there. Down there. The only explanation the genius could come up with was that his older colleague was normally an utterly straight guy who was used to the smooth ladies from the night clubs.
Reid didn’t like the idea of being compared with ‘smooth ladies’, but he knew Morgan would be angry if there was too much hair in the way. So he approached his most sensitive body parts anxiously with the shaver, trying to keep his hand steady.
It was quite a procedure. Finally however, about 15 minutes later, he had freed his groin from every single light brown hair.
Relieved, that he hadn’t done any damage with the razor, Reid stepped out of the shower and put on his bathrobe. There was no need to get dressed. Not with Morgan. It was with clothes like it was with the hair: The eager man didn’t like barriers of any kind.
The young profiler briefly considered if he should dry his hair, but the urging knock on the front door forced him to dismiss the idea instantly. Fiddling with the belt of his white bathrobe and with the wet strands of hair stuck to his face, Reid stumbled towards the entrance.
He drew a final deep breath before pulling the door open.
Morgan just stood there with a broad grin imprinted on his face. He seemed to scan his younger colleague with trained eyes. From the hairline down to the naked feet. At the sight of his wet friend, Morgan’s smile widened even more, revealing his blinding white, perfect teeth.
“Hey kid. Ready to go?” And he stepped into Reid’s apartment without waiting for an answer. In this case, there really was no answer needed.
The younger man stepped aside to let Morgan in and closed the door behind his teammate. He had to admit that the older man looked seriously hot. Black pants and a tight white shirt were accentuating Morgan’s athletic and very muscular frame. Once again, Reid wondered what the very attractive and self-confident agent wanted with him. Why would he not just go somewhere ... else to pick up another top model-like girl? Morgan could have them all - Reid was sure of it; in stark contrast to the young doctor himself who would blush whenever a female human being would only so much as look at him, let alone start talking to him.
“Hello,” he greeted meekly, watching his colleague taking a seat on the couch. “Do you want something? A have beer and sandwiches.” He motioned shyly to the kitchen.
“Beer is fine,” Morgan replied as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He leaned back and watched smiling as Reid returned with two bottles.
The older man casually patted on the seat to his left. “C’mere.”
Careful not to drop the opened bottles, Reid moved around the coffee table and sat down next to Morgan. As his backside made contact with the sofa, the younger doctor couldn’t quite suppress a slight wince. The brief flicker of pain that crossed Reid’s face was not lost on the dark-skinned profiler.
“You alright, kid?” he asked as he took the beer from his friend.
Instead of replying, Reid took a big gulp of his own beer. He placed the bottle on the table and leaned carefully back.
“Hotch was here,” he admitted sheepishly.
Ahhh, Morgan thought as realization struck him. No wonder.
“When?” he asked, before taking another sip of his drink.
“Yesterday.”
The older man swallowed and frowned. Hotch knew full well that Morgan would come on Thursday. He always did. What was the guy thinking? Two days in a row...
“Are you up to it?” Morgan asked hesitantly. If Reid couldn’t even sit down without grimacing...
The young doctor shrugged. “It’s Thursday.”
“Yeah, but if you’re sore...,” Morgan trailed off, watching Reid blush. OK, now he really wanted the kid. “Hm...”
The younger man glanced at his colleague. “What?”
“We could do something else.” That said, Morgan put the bottle on the floor and started to undo his pants.
Reid just watched.
Watch and learn, Gideon had said at the beginning.
When the younger man didn’t react at all, Morgan indicated him to get rid of the bathrobe as well. Slowly, Reid began to fiddle with the knotted belt that held the fabric together, not sure what to expect.
Suddenly Morgan rose from his seat and walked around the table to settle down in the armchair that was facing the couch.
Reid sat with his bathrobe open and his lips slightly parted, looking at his team member with a puzzled expression on his face.
After a short struggle to get into the ideal position, Morgan finally spoke: “Jerk off for me.”
The young man’s eyes widened. “Huh?” was all he managed to squeeze out.
Morgan grinned as he let his hand slowly wander down to his own groin. “I wanna watch you jerking yourself off.”
Reid kept staring for about a minute until he finally complied to his colleague’s request, letting his hand move downwards. He started to stroke in automatic motions, closing his eyes to pretend he was alone. He didn’t like other people watching him, especially not when he was touching himself in this way. But it was not him who made the decisions here. And if Morgan wanted a show...
The older man watched with a pleased smile how Reid’s hand kept stroking and massaging the now half-erect and very nicely shaved dick. The sight was a serious turn on, causing Morgan’s own arousal to increase considerably. He would have really loved to do more with the pretty genius, but wanted to give him a chance to recover from Hotch’s visit the day before.
A knock on the door startled both men out of their lusty daze.
“Not now,” Morgan moaned. “Are you expecting anyone?”
Reid shook his head, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Only you. It’s, it’s Thursday,” he stammered and made an attempt to stand up.
“Ignore it,” the older man said. “Whoever it is will go away.”
Another, louder knock.
Reid glanced nervously at the door. “Maybe I should...”
“No,” Morgan interrupted him. “Ignore it. Just focus on that fine dick of yours.”
Blushing further, the younger man leaned back, his eyes glued to the other man’s impressive erection. He was about to relax again, when he heard the alarming sound of keys being turned in a door lock.
Oh God, he thought. There was only one person with a key to his apartment...for emergencies.
“Hotch!” Reid exclaimed, causing Morgan to freeze.
In that moment, the door was forcefully flung open. With a stern expression, the unit chief stepped into the flat, taking in the scene that presented itself in front of him.
The situation was rather obvious. Two of his agents were pleasuring themselves in Reid’s living room.
Reid looked at his superior with huge eyes. “Hotch?” he shrieked.
“I knocked.” The team leader stepped closer. “Why didn’t you answer the door?”
“I, uhm...” The young profiler averted his eyes from his boss and glanced pleadingly at Morgan, seeking for help.
The older man got the hint. “What are you doing here, Hotch man?” he asked impatiently, his hands casually covering his groin. “It’s my day.”
Reid nodded. “I...I told you yesterday...”
Hotch cut him short. “Since when are you calling the shots here, Reid?” He approached the couch, his gaze fixated on his subordinate’s exposed privates. With a raised eyebrow he turned to Morgan.
“Did you make him shave again?” he asked angrily.
Morgan stood up, pushing his neglected cock back into his pants. “Got a problem with that, Hotch?”
The senior profiler then moved closer to his bigmouthed agent. “Actually yes, I do. It’s horrible.”
“It’s not!” Morgan shot back, looking his superior straight in the eye. “Why would I wanna suck a hairy dick?”
Hotch raised his second eyebrow. “He’s a guy, for God’s sake! Not one of your table dance hussies.”
Reid watched with wide eyes how the older men discussed his primary sexual characteristic. It was certainly not his favorite subject of all times. He wondered what was going on in his living room. Usually it was all so very simple. Someone would come to visit, they would do something and then the person would leave again. Suddenly there were two colleagues in his apartment, having a heated argument Reid couldn’t quite comprehend.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Morgan demanded, clearly pissed off. It was his day. Hotch knew that and had still decided to drop by.
“I wanted to see him,” Hotch replied, tilting his head slightly in Reid’s direction.
Morgan snorted. “You saw him yesterday, Hotch. And thanks to you he can’t even sit down without...”
“Right!” the team leader interrupted, raising his voice as well. “Because I don’t treat him like a little girl!”
“Maybe you should,” the younger man retorted quickly. “At least then I’d have my fair share of him too the day after.”
Fair share? Reid was lost. What was this about? It didn’t seem to be about teaching him things anymore. They were talking about him like he was goods. Used goods. Something in the very back of his mind started to scream at him to please finally question the whole arrangement Gideon had set up once. Perhaps he could make real experiences without being cornered by his older and very masculine colleagues in his home. But the faint scream wasn’t loud enough to drown the noisy sounds and angry words coming from his teammates. Not yet.
The argument between Hotch and Morgan must have moved on while Reid had been lost in thoughts, because both profilers were looking down at him when he finally forced his mind back into reality. They didn’t say a thing anymore. They were just staring at him; Morgan with a slight grin on his face, Hotch with the same stoic expression as usual; his eyebrows not raised anymore.
“Wh...what?” Reid asked with a small voice, somewhat alarmed by the dark and lusty glimmer in his co-workers’ eyes.
“I think we should go to the bedroom,” Hotch stated calmly and started to move down the hallway. Morgan motioned Reid to get a move on and then followed his boss.
“Uhm...okay,” the young doctor murmured, aware that no-one was waiting for his approval. They never did. No-one ever did.
At the time he arrived at his bedroom, Hotch had already started to undress. Morgan lay on the bed, wearing nothing but his skin.
That was fast, Reid stated inwardly. Took him only a few seconds to get rid of his clothes.
The youngest agent stood in the door frame, watching his colleagues getting ready for more. Two colleagues, Reid couldn’t help but repeat silently. Not one, two. Of course, he wasn’t dense. He knew what was going to happen real soon in his bedroom, but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle it. Handle them. Two of them.
“Do you wanna strike roots there?” Morgan exclaimed loudly. “Get out of your bathrobe and join us already.”
Reid glanced sideways at Hotch who was now also done with getting naked. The unit chief placed his clothes in a neat pile on the floor and climbed on the bed. Without another word, Morgan wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck and pulled him close, pressing his lips roughly against his superior’s mouth.
Reid’s jaw dropped. He’d never in a billion years expected his co-workers to kiss each other. Not Hotch and Morgan! Both straight as a post. After all, they’d always claimed to treat him like that only in order to help him. He’d always considered it a big favor that two so very straight guys like Hotch and Morgan would bear with him at all. Had he been wrong? Did they...do it for their own pleasure?
After a very long minute of licking and biting and tasting each other, the profilers finally parted.
“Don’t be so shy, Reid,” Hotch said with a dark husky voice. “Don’t want you to turn into the scared green kid again, do we?”
The young profiler shook his head instinctively. He wrapped himself out of the white bathrobe and walked self-consciously to the bed, glad that the room was only dimly lit. He knew that he didn’t have a body like the older agents. All the more, he couldn’t help but wonder why they kept coming to him; why they insisted on teaching him things.
In the moment Reid arrived at the edge of the mattress, Morgan reached out and pulled him firmly down. With a high-pitched cry of surprise, the young profiler fell down onto the bed, coming to rest on his knees. Before he had time to feel embarrassed about the noise he’d made, Hotch’s hand took hold of his chin, turning his head to face his boss. What followed was more an onslaught than a kiss.
Hotch’s tongue prodded and pushed firmly against Reid’s lips, demanding entrance. The younger man finally gave up and opened his mouth to let his superior in. While the tongue battle continued, Reid felt Morgan’s callous hands on his back, stroking firmly down his spine and his ribs. Down, further down until they reached the small of Reid’s back. The hands came to a halt there.
Hotch pulled back. He glared over Reid’s shoulder, at Morgan who gave his boss a questioning look.
“He’s hurting already,” the man behind Reid’s back said quietly.
Hotch growled as he placed both of his hands on the lanky agent’s shoulders. “He’s a man. Treat him like one.”
Again Reid didn’t get the chance to think about those words, before their meaning became painfully clear. At some point during Hotch’s wet kiss attack, Morgan must have found the lube in Reid’s drawer, because suddenly something slick and cold was probing at his sore entrance.
He winced at the touch and wanted to turn around, but Hotch’s grip on his shoulders tightened and forced him to focus on the man right in front of him.
“Let Morgan take care of you,” the team leader whispered in Reid’s ear. His mouth so close, so very close that the younger man could feel his superior’s hot breath against his neck. And he could smell that very special scent of SSA Aaron Hotchner - nothing but pure masculinity, strength and power. And lust and desire. And it made Reid forget about the blunt finger of his other co-worker that was now preparing him for something he was not ready for at all.
Then Hotch started to lick along Reid’s sharp jaw line, down his long throat and over the plains of his thin chest until he finally found the first nipple. He bit down lightly, causing Reid to arch his back involuntarily and let out a soft moan.
Morgan must have interpreted that as sign of approval and added a second finger to stretch and prepare his teammate further for the upcoming.
It hurt. It really, really hurt. Reid let out a sharp hiss at the intrusion, but it was too quiet to be heard over the groans and animal-like noises escaping the older men’s lips.
And now Hotch’s head was down there and Reid didn’t dare to look at his boss because looking would mean to see his admired superior giving him a blow job. Which would perhaps be called a hot view by other people; to Reid it was suddenly just not right. Nothing seemed to be right anymore; however, the point of no return had been left behind a long time ago.
Then Morgan seemed to consider the time right for a third finger while Hotch continued licking and sucking at Reid’s smooth cock. It was then that the thin man who was still on his knees and trapped in the middle closed his eyes and shut down. He’d done this before. With a mind like his, he needed the ability to draw back from reality, to block out his surroundings. The ability to focus only on himself and just go to that quiet place of peace deep inside his head he’d created at a very young age.
From a far distance he heard someone telling him to go on his hands and knees. He did it automatically. How could he not? After so many years of complying and pleasing the people around him simply for the sake of being accepted as one of them, it was a natural reaction.
Something hard and big and hot that he faintly recognized as Hotch’s cock then pressed against his mouth. He opened his lips and did what he’d been taught to do by the man he’d considered a father until that very special day in the cabin.
It didn’t even hurt anymore when Morgan pushed slowly into his ass from behind. There was no pain right now, but Reid knew it would return. Later. When the others were long gone.
For now he kept just sucking Hotch in the same rhythm as he was being fucked by Morgan. It lasted a while until the man behind him reached around to stroke him.
And as usual, the sensation of being stimulated in so many different ways brought him closer to the edge with each second passing. It was a mere bodily reaction when his inside began to spasm and cramp around Morgan’s huge cock. He could feel his teammate coming in his ass; could feel him pulling out eventually. He could also feel Hotch thrusting deeper and harder into his mouth; he could taste the bitterness of his boss’ liquid on his tongue and feel it running down his throat. Reid could tell that all this was happening. In a way he could feel it, although he wasn’t able to tell how it felt. His awareness was just too far away from the present; had pulled back too deep to actually process what was going on.
Some time must have passed when his mind dared to come back from its hidden place of peace. Reid lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He could hear voices.
Carefully, he lifted his head and looked around. He was alone. No-one else was in the room. Yet there were definitely voices. Real voices. At least Reid was pretty sure that they were real.
He slowly rose from the bed, grimacing at the sharp sting inside him. Apparently, his perception of pain had returned with full force. He picked up the bathrobe and wrapped it tightly around his body, before moving towards the living room. The voices grew louder.
Hotch and Morgan were still there - no doubt anymore. Reid stopped short in the door frame. For a moment he just watched his co-workers talking about some past case. Eventually, he stepped into the room, drawing the older men’s attention to himself.
“Ah, you’re finally awake!” Morgan exclaimed cheerfully.
“Yes,” Reid replied coldly.
Hotch cleared his throat. “You alright?” he asked gently, taking in his subordinate’s rather worn-out appearance.
The young agent took a few steps towards his superior. “What do you think, Hotch?”
There was something in Reid’s tone that wasn’t supposed to be there. At least not in the older profilers’ opinion. He sounded...angry.
“What’s wrong, kid?” Morgan asked with concern in his voice.
Reid frowned. Was it possible that they actually didn’t even realize what they were doing?
“What’s wrong?!” he repeated incredulously. He didn’t even know where to start.
Hotch made an attempt to approach him, but Reid lifted his hand in a warning gesture.
“No. Don’t come near me,” he said icily. “Please, just...leave me alone.”
The older agents exchanged worried glances. They didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in demeanor. Reid had never acted like this afterwards. He’d always been rather friendly and grateful for their help.
Morgan tried again. “Reid, if you wanna talk about...”
“I don’t wanna talk to you, Morgan!” the younger man yelled. It was as if something inside him had been unleashed somehow. Something he’d bottled up for a very long time. Too long maybe.
When his teammates still made no attempt to move, Reid lost it. He practically ran to his front door, pulled it open and screamed. “Get the hell out of my apartment!”
For once, it was Hotch’s and Morgan’s turn to comply. No further words were spoken. They walked past Reid, but he refused to make eye contact. He didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want them to look at him. He just wanted to be left alone in his private space and have some time to sort out his thoughts.
He slammed the door shut behind them and walked to the couch. He sat down, wincing at the pain in his ass, but not caring anymore. He then grabbed his bottle of beer and took a big gulp of the disgusting liquid, leaning against the backrest.
And suddenly a thought crossed Reid’s mind and he smiled.
He was indeed a man, for God’s sake.
( Part 3... )