Fic: More Than A dream
Ok peeps, Mys decided it was time she tried her hand at a PWP- unfortunately I think it may have too much of one and not enough of the other, but hey it’s my first one.
Author: mystic
Title: More Than a Dream
Rating: FRAO
Type of Pairing/Relationship: SLASH
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Warnings: OOC-ness, and bad writing
DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.
Summary: it’s supposed to be a PWP/SongFic and you want a summary!?!?!?!?!!
A/N1: Yeah, mys is going with an incredibly OOC and unbelievable Haley here, and a very Predatory Spencer!
A/N2: Though I’m sure she doesn’t realize it, you can blame slash_girl;(damn you for getting me hooked on your H/R fic!!!!!) and that layover in Iceland for this.
A/N3: Gawd, I'm a git, I completely forgot to credit the song! "Beautiful Dream" Adam Ant, Wonderful, 1995
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Bastard.
Special Agent Aaron Hotchner scowled at the file before him. He wanted to blame him, Justin Pratt, the UnSub that did this to him. Wanted to blame Pratt for the images in his mind, the thoughts, the SEX, and the aching hard-on in his pants. But all Aaron could blame Pratt for was the song. The song that had been playing when they raided his home; the song that still, weeks later, rang in his mind.
Kissing my back and my neck and my face…
*Yes,* he could feel those tender lips caressing his skin.
I look at you and I think it’s a dream; I love you’re voice and you’re sexy body.
He felt his erection twitch painfully.
Face like a picture in a gallery, legs are long and slim…
*Umm, soft, fine as porcelain, lines to make Venus envious…*
An IQ of six-hundred and ninety, everything one-
Derek Morgan’s smooth playful voice broke through Aaron’s thoughts. “Just full of surprises aren’t you Hotch?”
Turning his glare from the file to the intruder, Aaron tried not to growl.
Ignoring Hotch’s scowl, “I didn’t know you liked that kind of music.”
“What music?” he snarled harsher than necessary.
“My bad,” holding his hands in a placating gesture. Remembering why he’d dropped by, “A bunch of us are heading out for drinks. You up for it?” He chuckled, “Even got Garcia out of her box.”
That did make Aaron smile, or rather, the mischievous look in his friend’s eyes did. Easing back in his chair, “No, you guys go ahead. Have fun. I really should go home, Haley is expecting me.” A knot twisted in his stomach and some of the pressure eased on his groin.
Shaking his head, Derek slipped back into the corridor leaving Hotch to his thoughts.
Scrunching up over his desk, Spencer Reid was doing his best to come up with an excuse not to join the others after work. It wasn’t exactly that he didn’t want to go; it was… personal.
I’ll be your friend, I’ll be more than your friend…
*Yeah, personal… ‘Hey guys I have a raging hard-on and I don’t want to be trapped with the person who gave it to me.’*
Slow, slow and it grows, it grows. Fast, fast and it lasts, it lasts.
*…doesn’t help that I’m 24!*
I’m underneath, don’t stop, don’t stop.
*Umm, oh, yeah,* he could almost feel the friction, bodies rubbing- his body rubbing him, *ohh* those taught muscles.
When it’s time to change position, we gotta make a big decision…
*…it’s an easy one at least- in me, filling me… oh, god… control yourself, not here, not now,* the pressure in his groin was almost too much, but an exquisite torment.
Let’s get off of the bed and onto the floor.
*…or the desk, or the chair, or anywhere so long as he takes me!*
“Anybody know what’s eating Hotch?” Derek asked the bullpen at large.
The clank and subsequent coughing sounds from Spencer’s desk side-railed Derek’s question.
“Reid, buddy, you okay?”
Gathering his wits, “Yeah, Derek, just… long day.”
Sidling up to Spencer’s desk, Morgan leaned close and in hushed tones asked, “You sleeping ok?” Though he wouldn’t let it seep to far past his mask of bravado, Morgan truly worried about Reid, especially the dreams.
All Reid offered was a noncommittal, humph. Then noting the concern in his friend’s eyes, he managed a small smile, “It’s not the dreams. I’m okay.”
Having his fears somewhat allayed Derek couldn’t resist a jab, “Uh-huh, Spencer, you’ll never be ‘okay’.”
“Lay off him, Sweetcheeks,” Garcia warned. Like everyone else she had her own protective instincts when it came to Reid. “You coming with us Spencer?”
“Thanks,” he smiled one of his sheepish smiles, “but I have some things to do.”
Preparing to harang his friends, Derek remembered Garcia’s presence and thought better of it. “Well, far be it for me to argue with escorting three lovely ladies on my own.” A wicked grin flashed over Derek’s features.
“Hotch and Gideon aren’t coming with us?” mild perplexity rang in J.J.’s words.
“Sorry girls, you’re stuck with me. Jason said he has a meeting, Hotch wants to get home to Haley, and the good doctor ‘has things to do’” Derek cast a mischievous and pointed look at Spencer. He was fairly certain the young man was giving into his inhibitions about social gatherings. Deciding, not for the first time, that he needed to help Spencer work on that, but not tonight. “Well, ladies, shall we?” and he proffered up his arms for the taking.
Spencer watched the quartet leave and hoped Hotch would soon follow. As soon as he heard that Hotch wasn’t going, he regretted his decision to stay behind. In as much as he wanted to avoid being trapped out with the man the thought of being trapped in an elevator alone with him was even worse, and that would be just his luck.
Half an hour later having seen no sign of the senior agent and sporting a painful erection, Spencer decided it was time to leave, luck be damned. As he climbed into the elevator and the doors slid closed he was about to allow himself a sigh of relief when a familiar ringed hand blocked the doors.
“Reid?” Aaron hoped he was masking his anxiety with shock. “I thought you left with the others.”
Screaming on the inside, he tried to appear nonchalant, “I had some things I wanted to finish up…”
Hotch couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the young man’s shoulder. “Spencer, whatever it was could’ve waited, I’m sure. You should’ve gone with them; had some fun.”
Spencer had to force himself not to smile brightly, not at the man’s words but at the image in his head- *fun, yes, naked, sweaty, and sated, collapsed in your arms; that would be FUN!* “Maybe next time.”
The two men stoically avoided each other, suddenly taking great interest in the aesthetic details of the plain gray elevator that each had ridden in hundreds of times.
Just before arriving at their floor, Spencer noticed he was humming that damn song again, though for some reason it seemed more permeating than his normally soft vibrations.
Curiously, Hotch was coming to the same realization.
As the doors slid open the two men gaped at each other. Simultaneously thinking, *my god, was he…?* They both mentally shook their heads knowing that what they thought they heard couldn’t possibly be… could it?
Hotch recovered first, opting to get some rapid distance between them, “See you Monday. And Spencer, I meant it, you really should go with them next time- live a little.”
Temporarily dumbfounded by the rapid succession of events, Spencer merely nodded.
*********
The following morning Aaron Hotchner found himself standing outside Spencer’s apartment building. His mind kept replaying the events that had brought him here. It was really only three things, three little things- first that blasted song that haunted him, then the incident last night in the elevator, and finally, Haley.
He supposed it was one of the things he loved about her and their relationship; she was so capable of reading him- sometimes even before he knew himself. When he’d arrived home last night, tired, sore, and hard as iron, she’d taken him into her arms and told him to go to Spencer in the morning. He hadn’t even hinted at the direction his thoughts about the young man had been taking more and more recently. Earlier that morning when Aaron had tried to ask her how she knew, Haley only smiled and handed him his jacket- after taking the liberty of putting condoms and lube in one of the pockets- and shooed him out the door without ever answering.
In his apartment, Spencer was trying to do something- ANYTHING- to distract his thoughts. He was about to give up and go back to bed- at least he could masturbate in comfort there- when there was a knock at his door. Angry, confused, and sexually frustrated Spencer threw the door open and almost came on the spot. Dressed in tight black denim jeans, light leather jacket, blood-red golf shirt, with his hair less than perfect and deep eyes shrouded by luxurious lashes stood Aaron Hotchner. Spencer was trying to make out whether the man before him was angel or pure daemon.
Barely able to contain his amusement, Aaron’s brown eyes flashed with an impish fire, “Can I come in?”
Spencer backed away from the entrance allowing the vision to enter.
Slipping off his jacket and laying it on the back of a convenient chair, Aaron took up position on Reid’s couch.
This is a dream whose time has come…
*out, out, out, OUT!!!!* Spencer silently screamed at himself. *He’s NOT here for that!*
“Um, can I get you something? …to drink? …or…?”
*God, he’s sexy when he stumbles like that. Come on Aaron, he’s sexy whatever he does. Point.* A husky and eerily calm voice called, “Spencer.”
The young man raised his head and their gazes locked.
“Come here. Sit.” It was quiet, barely above a whisper.
Spencer didn’t have the strength, will, or inclination to refuse the gentle command. Doing as he was bid, Spencer sat a discreet distance from his supervisor before turning to face him.
You and me are the only ones…
Aaron edged closer, reaching out a gruff hand to ghost over Spencer’s hair and face, eliciting a barely audible whimper from the young genius.
Let me touch your mouth, let me kiss your face.
Leaning in, Aaron suddenly grabbed Spencer taking him into a hungry kiss. Mouth to mouth, lips feeling and punishing lips, one hand caressed Spencer’s head and face while the other pulled him bodily closer to the older man.
It was more than Spencer could fight. He pressed into Aaron’s sturdy frame and parted his lips hesitantly.
Encouraged, Hotch took the opportunity to plunge into the mouth he’d been fantasizing about. It was warmer, smoother, sweeter than he’d ever imagined. God, it felt good.
It’s sex that sets your mind and body free.
A sudden movement almost caused Aaron to lose his stride, as he felt himself being pushed back onto the couch. Spencer swiftly broke the kiss, causing Aaron to open his eyes to see his young fantasy. What greeted him was wild and feral, long locks dangling already showing signs of sweat, eyes burning with arousal and abject hunger. He’d come here in hopes of seducing the shy beautiful man he’d worked with for over three years and instead he found himself confronted with a starved predator- a situation he would readily admit was even more exciting and erotic then any of his fantasies involving the young doctor.
Aaron absently brushed at the stray locks shrouding his future lover’s face. As he did so, Spencer nipped at his fingers sending tiny shocks from his hand straight to his already aching groin.
Spencer ground his hips into the prone man beneath him, letting out a low primal growl as their matching erections pressed together through too many layers of fabric.
“Spencer,” his name came out in ghostly whisper almost more a sound than a word.
His voice was rough aroused and predatory, like an animal staking his claim, “yes, Aaron?”
Aaron’s words came in short spurts as his hands roamed Spencer’s back and chest mindlessly grasping, wanting to remove the barrier between them and Spencer’s tender pale flesh. “need to… touch you… feel you.”
A wicked fire flashed in Spencer’s eyes as without faltering he all but ripped the shirt from his body, granting Aaron the contact they both desired. “Better?” he half purred half growled.
“Much.” As Aaron caressed and mapped Spencer’s now exposed skin, he marveled at the smooth wholesomeness of the man contrasting so sharply with the uncharacteristic primal hunger of his actions and voice. He ran his hands over Spencer’s chest- up with the backs of his fingers then back down with the flats of his hands before pulling him down for another searing kiss. As their mouths did battle, Aaron regained his leverage. Pushing himself back to a sitting position, he broke the kiss long enough for his own shirt to be sent flying before diving in to devour Spencer’s sweet mouth once again.
When the need for air overcame their lust, Aaron hoarsely panted, “Bedroom?”
Spencer’s heavy lidded eyes darted towards a doorway behind him.
As their kissing started anew, Aaron raised up pulling Spencer off the sofa, gently backing him towards the indicated doorway, only to stop when Spencer’s back came into contact with a thankfully dull doorjamb. Having the young man pinned, Aaron moved from his mouth to kiss and lick a path to his beautifully erect nipples. Sucking first one, then the other before settling in to tease the left one. As Aaron lathed and tormented the small nub his hands slid down to the waistband of Spencer’s sweats, quickly loosening and removing them along with his boxers.
A long fingered hand reached down to cup Aaron’s chin and pull him back face to face with his lover. Red punished lips took his as Spencer took control of their movements, guiding them to the bed. Once again an elegant hand reached down between the two men, this time seeking the buttons to Aaron’s jeans.
“Wait…” Aaron’s voice rasped. With one arm still holding Spencer tightly, his other dove into the front pocket of his jeans producing the condoms and lube he’d transferred from his jacket earlier. *Haley…* a smile played at his lips as he dropped the supplies onto the bed behind him and recaptured Spencer’s mouth.
Mindlessly kicking off his shoes, Aaron felt his jeans fall to the floor followed shortly by his underwear just before he and Spencer collapsed onto the bed.
“Want you,” Spencer growled between heavy breaths and heavier kisses. Hands that normally held a tentative touch traveled hard and firm over Aaron’s body, finally gripping his erection with strong knowing strokes.
“Uhh, God… Spencer… let me… please.” His voice deep with want and desire made clear the statement wasn’t a plea but a pure cold fact. Aaron rolled Spencer to the head of the bed, both men on their sides facing one another, eyes drilling into eyes with heated passion. His tongue, mouth and teeth moved down Spencer’s body, tormenting his pale skin as they went causing Spencer to wriggle into him. Strong hands clutched and kneaded Spencer’s ass-cheeks before skillfully locating and applying the absently tossed lube. A cool finger swirled around the sensitive skin at Spencer’s opening, erotically mirroring the actions of Aaron’s tongue on his cock.
“Yes!” There was no mistaking the desire in the guttural command Spencer uttered as Aaron simultaneously pushed his finger inside him and sucked his head into his mouth.
Push push and I like it like that
Aaron worked more of Spencer into his mouth savoring the taste and feel of him, and swallowing deeply as he added another finger followed by a third.
Spencer could tell he was getting close, his hand tangled in Aaron’s hair and he pulled up sharply, “Stop.”
The word seemed to explode and echo in the small apartment.
With surprising speed and grace Aaron released himself and climbed to face his lover. Looking abashed, “I’m sor…”
“No…” Spencer broke him off; kissing him deeply. He could taste faint traces of himself underlying Aaron’s own distinct flavor. He licked his lips after he broke the kiss causing Aaron to moan beautifully.
Spencer chuckled at the reaction he elicited as he sat up to retrieve a condom and place it on his lover. “You are perfect,” he moved to straddle Aaron, positioning himself over his throbbing erection. “…and I want you. Now,” Spencer rasped in a husky feral voice as he slid himself down onto Aaron’s cock.
Push push and then you pushed back, said don’t you stop this never felt better…
Aaron fought the urge to thrust. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted this, needed to feel Spencer, needed to be inside him, and it was taking all of his considerable will to not simply ravage him.
As it was his fingers clawed and groped Spencer’s thighs and buttocks hard enough to draw blood, and every fresh mark was rewarded by a jerk of Spencer’s body giving an erratic undercurrent to the rhythm of their bodies.
Deeply dilated once brown eyes stared into him as that primal sultry voice called his name, “Aaron… touch me.”
Doing as he was bid, Aaron relinquished his grip on Spencer’s leg only to replace it on his erection.
At the warm not-so-gentle-but-incredibly-desired touch on his flesh Spencer hissed, “Yes!!!” and rocked hard onto Aaron’s cock.
Giving over to his body, Aaron thrust into Spencer in counterpoint with the strokes of his hand.
The combined sensations threatened to send Spencer over the edge; he knew he would succumb within the next few strokes- he only hoped he would bring Aaron with him.
Their bodies moved erratically as both men began to lose what little control they had managed to maintain.
Spencer came first, by mere seconds.
Aaron felt as much as saw the tension in his partner’s body before Spencer’s head slung back and a silent scream was released as his entire body convulsed sending warm cum covering Aaron’s hand and stomach. The shudders quaking Spencer’s form were too much for Aaron. His own orgasm hit like a train wreck, filling Spencer with his own warm fluid.
Spencer slowly collapsed on his lover as Aaron’s softening cock slipped from him.
I think I’d like to carry on forever…
They lay cuddled together in silence as the minutes passed. Finally, Spencer spoke, “you need to go home?”
Not entirely sure whether it was a question or a statement, Aaron moved so he could look into the eyes of the beautiful man next to him, searching for some indication of his thoughts. Finding none he took a chance, pulled Spencer closer, and kissed his brow, “Only if you want me to.”
Author: mystic
Title: More Than a Dream
Rating: FRAO
Type of Pairing/Relationship: SLASH
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Warnings: OOC-ness, and bad writing
DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.
Summary: it’s supposed to be a PWP/SongFic and you want a summary!?!?!?!?!!
A/N1: Yeah, mys is going with an incredibly OOC and unbelievable Haley here, and a very Predatory Spencer!
A/N2: Though I’m sure she doesn’t realize it, you can blame slash_girl;(damn you for getting me hooked on your H/R fic!!!!!) and that layover in Iceland for this.
A/N3: Gawd, I'm a git, I completely forgot to credit the song! "Beautiful Dream" Adam Ant, Wonderful, 1995
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Bastard.
Special Agent Aaron Hotchner scowled at the file before him. He wanted to blame him, Justin Pratt, the UnSub that did this to him. Wanted to blame Pratt for the images in his mind, the thoughts, the SEX, and the aching hard-on in his pants. But all Aaron could blame Pratt for was the song. The song that had been playing when they raided his home; the song that still, weeks later, rang in his mind.
Kissing my back and my neck and my face…
*Yes,* he could feel those tender lips caressing his skin.
I look at you and I think it’s a dream; I love you’re voice and you’re sexy body.
He felt his erection twitch painfully.
Face like a picture in a gallery, legs are long and slim…
*Umm, soft, fine as porcelain, lines to make Venus envious…*
An IQ of six-hundred and ninety, everything one-
Derek Morgan’s smooth playful voice broke through Aaron’s thoughts. “Just full of surprises aren’t you Hotch?”
Turning his glare from the file to the intruder, Aaron tried not to growl.
Ignoring Hotch’s scowl, “I didn’t know you liked that kind of music.”
“What music?” he snarled harsher than necessary.
“My bad,” holding his hands in a placating gesture. Remembering why he’d dropped by, “A bunch of us are heading out for drinks. You up for it?” He chuckled, “Even got Garcia out of her box.”
That did make Aaron smile, or rather, the mischievous look in his friend’s eyes did. Easing back in his chair, “No, you guys go ahead. Have fun. I really should go home, Haley is expecting me.” A knot twisted in his stomach and some of the pressure eased on his groin.
Shaking his head, Derek slipped back into the corridor leaving Hotch to his thoughts.
Scrunching up over his desk, Spencer Reid was doing his best to come up with an excuse not to join the others after work. It wasn’t exactly that he didn’t want to go; it was… personal.
I’ll be your friend, I’ll be more than your friend…
*Yeah, personal… ‘Hey guys I have a raging hard-on and I don’t want to be trapped with the person who gave it to me.’*
Slow, slow and it grows, it grows. Fast, fast and it lasts, it lasts.
*…doesn’t help that I’m 24!*
I’m underneath, don’t stop, don’t stop.
*Umm, oh, yeah,* he could almost feel the friction, bodies rubbing- his body rubbing him, *ohh* those taught muscles.
When it’s time to change position, we gotta make a big decision…
*…it’s an easy one at least- in me, filling me… oh, god… control yourself, not here, not now,* the pressure in his groin was almost too much, but an exquisite torment.
Let’s get off of the bed and onto the floor.
*…or the desk, or the chair, or anywhere so long as he takes me!*
“Anybody know what’s eating Hotch?” Derek asked the bullpen at large.
The clank and subsequent coughing sounds from Spencer’s desk side-railed Derek’s question.
“Reid, buddy, you okay?”
Gathering his wits, “Yeah, Derek, just… long day.”
Sidling up to Spencer’s desk, Morgan leaned close and in hushed tones asked, “You sleeping ok?” Though he wouldn’t let it seep to far past his mask of bravado, Morgan truly worried about Reid, especially the dreams.
All Reid offered was a noncommittal, humph. Then noting the concern in his friend’s eyes, he managed a small smile, “It’s not the dreams. I’m okay.”
Having his fears somewhat allayed Derek couldn’t resist a jab, “Uh-huh, Spencer, you’ll never be ‘okay’.”
“Lay off him, Sweetcheeks,” Garcia warned. Like everyone else she had her own protective instincts when it came to Reid. “You coming with us Spencer?”
“Thanks,” he smiled one of his sheepish smiles, “but I have some things to do.”
Preparing to harang his friends, Derek remembered Garcia’s presence and thought better of it. “Well, far be it for me to argue with escorting three lovely ladies on my own.” A wicked grin flashed over Derek’s features.
“Hotch and Gideon aren’t coming with us?” mild perplexity rang in J.J.’s words.
“Sorry girls, you’re stuck with me. Jason said he has a meeting, Hotch wants to get home to Haley, and the good doctor ‘has things to do’” Derek cast a mischievous and pointed look at Spencer. He was fairly certain the young man was giving into his inhibitions about social gatherings. Deciding, not for the first time, that he needed to help Spencer work on that, but not tonight. “Well, ladies, shall we?” and he proffered up his arms for the taking.
Spencer watched the quartet leave and hoped Hotch would soon follow. As soon as he heard that Hotch wasn’t going, he regretted his decision to stay behind. In as much as he wanted to avoid being trapped out with the man the thought of being trapped in an elevator alone with him was even worse, and that would be just his luck.
Half an hour later having seen no sign of the senior agent and sporting a painful erection, Spencer decided it was time to leave, luck be damned. As he climbed into the elevator and the doors slid closed he was about to allow himself a sigh of relief when a familiar ringed hand blocked the doors.
“Reid?” Aaron hoped he was masking his anxiety with shock. “I thought you left with the others.”
Screaming on the inside, he tried to appear nonchalant, “I had some things I wanted to finish up…”
Hotch couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the young man’s shoulder. “Spencer, whatever it was could’ve waited, I’m sure. You should’ve gone with them; had some fun.”
Spencer had to force himself not to smile brightly, not at the man’s words but at the image in his head- *fun, yes, naked, sweaty, and sated, collapsed in your arms; that would be FUN!* “Maybe next time.”
The two men stoically avoided each other, suddenly taking great interest in the aesthetic details of the plain gray elevator that each had ridden in hundreds of times.
Just before arriving at their floor, Spencer noticed he was humming that damn song again, though for some reason it seemed more permeating than his normally soft vibrations.
Curiously, Hotch was coming to the same realization.
As the doors slid open the two men gaped at each other. Simultaneously thinking, *my god, was he…?* They both mentally shook their heads knowing that what they thought they heard couldn’t possibly be… could it?
Hotch recovered first, opting to get some rapid distance between them, “See you Monday. And Spencer, I meant it, you really should go with them next time- live a little.”
Temporarily dumbfounded by the rapid succession of events, Spencer merely nodded.
*********
The following morning Aaron Hotchner found himself standing outside Spencer’s apartment building. His mind kept replaying the events that had brought him here. It was really only three things, three little things- first that blasted song that haunted him, then the incident last night in the elevator, and finally, Haley.
He supposed it was one of the things he loved about her and their relationship; she was so capable of reading him- sometimes even before he knew himself. When he’d arrived home last night, tired, sore, and hard as iron, she’d taken him into her arms and told him to go to Spencer in the morning. He hadn’t even hinted at the direction his thoughts about the young man had been taking more and more recently. Earlier that morning when Aaron had tried to ask her how she knew, Haley only smiled and handed him his jacket- after taking the liberty of putting condoms and lube in one of the pockets- and shooed him out the door without ever answering.
In his apartment, Spencer was trying to do something- ANYTHING- to distract his thoughts. He was about to give up and go back to bed- at least he could masturbate in comfort there- when there was a knock at his door. Angry, confused, and sexually frustrated Spencer threw the door open and almost came on the spot. Dressed in tight black denim jeans, light leather jacket, blood-red golf shirt, with his hair less than perfect and deep eyes shrouded by luxurious lashes stood Aaron Hotchner. Spencer was trying to make out whether the man before him was angel or pure daemon.
Barely able to contain his amusement, Aaron’s brown eyes flashed with an impish fire, “Can I come in?”
Spencer backed away from the entrance allowing the vision to enter.
Slipping off his jacket and laying it on the back of a convenient chair, Aaron took up position on Reid’s couch.
This is a dream whose time has come…
*out, out, out, OUT!!!!* Spencer silently screamed at himself. *He’s NOT here for that!*
“Um, can I get you something? …to drink? …or…?”
*God, he’s sexy when he stumbles like that. Come on Aaron, he’s sexy whatever he does. Point.* A husky and eerily calm voice called, “Spencer.”
The young man raised his head and their gazes locked.
“Come here. Sit.” It was quiet, barely above a whisper.
Spencer didn’t have the strength, will, or inclination to refuse the gentle command. Doing as he was bid, Spencer sat a discreet distance from his supervisor before turning to face him.
You and me are the only ones…
Aaron edged closer, reaching out a gruff hand to ghost over Spencer’s hair and face, eliciting a barely audible whimper from the young genius.
Let me touch your mouth, let me kiss your face.
Leaning in, Aaron suddenly grabbed Spencer taking him into a hungry kiss. Mouth to mouth, lips feeling and punishing lips, one hand caressed Spencer’s head and face while the other pulled him bodily closer to the older man.
It was more than Spencer could fight. He pressed into Aaron’s sturdy frame and parted his lips hesitantly.
Encouraged, Hotch took the opportunity to plunge into the mouth he’d been fantasizing about. It was warmer, smoother, sweeter than he’d ever imagined. God, it felt good.
It’s sex that sets your mind and body free.
A sudden movement almost caused Aaron to lose his stride, as he felt himself being pushed back onto the couch. Spencer swiftly broke the kiss, causing Aaron to open his eyes to see his young fantasy. What greeted him was wild and feral, long locks dangling already showing signs of sweat, eyes burning with arousal and abject hunger. He’d come here in hopes of seducing the shy beautiful man he’d worked with for over three years and instead he found himself confronted with a starved predator- a situation he would readily admit was even more exciting and erotic then any of his fantasies involving the young doctor.
Aaron absently brushed at the stray locks shrouding his future lover’s face. As he did so, Spencer nipped at his fingers sending tiny shocks from his hand straight to his already aching groin.
Spencer ground his hips into the prone man beneath him, letting out a low primal growl as their matching erections pressed together through too many layers of fabric.
“Spencer,” his name came out in ghostly whisper almost more a sound than a word.
His voice was rough aroused and predatory, like an animal staking his claim, “yes, Aaron?”
Aaron’s words came in short spurts as his hands roamed Spencer’s back and chest mindlessly grasping, wanting to remove the barrier between them and Spencer’s tender pale flesh. “need to… touch you… feel you.”
A wicked fire flashed in Spencer’s eyes as without faltering he all but ripped the shirt from his body, granting Aaron the contact they both desired. “Better?” he half purred half growled.
“Much.” As Aaron caressed and mapped Spencer’s now exposed skin, he marveled at the smooth wholesomeness of the man contrasting so sharply with the uncharacteristic primal hunger of his actions and voice. He ran his hands over Spencer’s chest- up with the backs of his fingers then back down with the flats of his hands before pulling him down for another searing kiss. As their mouths did battle, Aaron regained his leverage. Pushing himself back to a sitting position, he broke the kiss long enough for his own shirt to be sent flying before diving in to devour Spencer’s sweet mouth once again.
When the need for air overcame their lust, Aaron hoarsely panted, “Bedroom?”
Spencer’s heavy lidded eyes darted towards a doorway behind him.
As their kissing started anew, Aaron raised up pulling Spencer off the sofa, gently backing him towards the indicated doorway, only to stop when Spencer’s back came into contact with a thankfully dull doorjamb. Having the young man pinned, Aaron moved from his mouth to kiss and lick a path to his beautifully erect nipples. Sucking first one, then the other before settling in to tease the left one. As Aaron lathed and tormented the small nub his hands slid down to the waistband of Spencer’s sweats, quickly loosening and removing them along with his boxers.
A long fingered hand reached down to cup Aaron’s chin and pull him back face to face with his lover. Red punished lips took his as Spencer took control of their movements, guiding them to the bed. Once again an elegant hand reached down between the two men, this time seeking the buttons to Aaron’s jeans.
“Wait…” Aaron’s voice rasped. With one arm still holding Spencer tightly, his other dove into the front pocket of his jeans producing the condoms and lube he’d transferred from his jacket earlier. *Haley…* a smile played at his lips as he dropped the supplies onto the bed behind him and recaptured Spencer’s mouth.
Mindlessly kicking off his shoes, Aaron felt his jeans fall to the floor followed shortly by his underwear just before he and Spencer collapsed onto the bed.
“Want you,” Spencer growled between heavy breaths and heavier kisses. Hands that normally held a tentative touch traveled hard and firm over Aaron’s body, finally gripping his erection with strong knowing strokes.
“Uhh, God… Spencer… let me… please.” His voice deep with want and desire made clear the statement wasn’t a plea but a pure cold fact. Aaron rolled Spencer to the head of the bed, both men on their sides facing one another, eyes drilling into eyes with heated passion. His tongue, mouth and teeth moved down Spencer’s body, tormenting his pale skin as they went causing Spencer to wriggle into him. Strong hands clutched and kneaded Spencer’s ass-cheeks before skillfully locating and applying the absently tossed lube. A cool finger swirled around the sensitive skin at Spencer’s opening, erotically mirroring the actions of Aaron’s tongue on his cock.
“Yes!” There was no mistaking the desire in the guttural command Spencer uttered as Aaron simultaneously pushed his finger inside him and sucked his head into his mouth.
Push push and I like it like that
Aaron worked more of Spencer into his mouth savoring the taste and feel of him, and swallowing deeply as he added another finger followed by a third.
Spencer could tell he was getting close, his hand tangled in Aaron’s hair and he pulled up sharply, “Stop.”
The word seemed to explode and echo in the small apartment.
With surprising speed and grace Aaron released himself and climbed to face his lover. Looking abashed, “I’m sor…”
“No…” Spencer broke him off; kissing him deeply. He could taste faint traces of himself underlying Aaron’s own distinct flavor. He licked his lips after he broke the kiss causing Aaron to moan beautifully.
Spencer chuckled at the reaction he elicited as he sat up to retrieve a condom and place it on his lover. “You are perfect,” he moved to straddle Aaron, positioning himself over his throbbing erection. “…and I want you. Now,” Spencer rasped in a husky feral voice as he slid himself down onto Aaron’s cock.
Push push and then you pushed back, said don’t you stop this never felt better…
Aaron fought the urge to thrust. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted this, needed to feel Spencer, needed to be inside him, and it was taking all of his considerable will to not simply ravage him.
As it was his fingers clawed and groped Spencer’s thighs and buttocks hard enough to draw blood, and every fresh mark was rewarded by a jerk of Spencer’s body giving an erratic undercurrent to the rhythm of their bodies.
Deeply dilated once brown eyes stared into him as that primal sultry voice called his name, “Aaron… touch me.”
Doing as he was bid, Aaron relinquished his grip on Spencer’s leg only to replace it on his erection.
At the warm not-so-gentle-but-incredibly-desired touch on his flesh Spencer hissed, “Yes!!!” and rocked hard onto Aaron’s cock.
Giving over to his body, Aaron thrust into Spencer in counterpoint with the strokes of his hand.
The combined sensations threatened to send Spencer over the edge; he knew he would succumb within the next few strokes- he only hoped he would bring Aaron with him.
Their bodies moved erratically as both men began to lose what little control they had managed to maintain.
Spencer came first, by mere seconds.
Aaron felt as much as saw the tension in his partner’s body before Spencer’s head slung back and a silent scream was released as his entire body convulsed sending warm cum covering Aaron’s hand and stomach. The shudders quaking Spencer’s form were too much for Aaron. His own orgasm hit like a train wreck, filling Spencer with his own warm fluid.
Spencer slowly collapsed on his lover as Aaron’s softening cock slipped from him.
I think I’d like to carry on forever…
They lay cuddled together in silence as the minutes passed. Finally, Spencer spoke, “you need to go home?”
Not entirely sure whether it was a question or a statement, Aaron moved so he could look into the eyes of the beautiful man next to him, searching for some indication of his thoughts. Finding none he took a chance, pulled Spencer closer, and kissed his brow, “Only if you want me to.”