Fic: On Assignment by rowena_dawson (Criminal Minds Hotch/Reid FRAO 2/2)
Title: On Assignment (2/2)
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: FRAO (NC-17)
Length: ~1,000
Pairings: Hotch/Reid (Switches from Reid, Hotch, and both POV.)
Warnings: Slash, masturbation, m/m oral sex, dirty talk, slight possibility of being caught
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Reid gets called off vacation early to help Hotch on a difficult case and it seems that fate has something else in store for him and the rest of the BAU.
Author’s Notes: This is my first real cm fan fiction, so, be nice please. Unbetaed so all mistakes are mine....blah blah. Comments are appreciated.
(Continued from Part 1, due to stupid length rules....All the good stuff is here, I promise. :)
-2-
It wasn’t exactly the worst way to be woken up from a terrifying nightmare. Spencer woke to his superior, leaned over to him; hand around him with the other pleasantly stroking his face.
At first he wondered if he were still sleeping, his dreams were sometimes Hotch-themed, but when he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and still saw his superior, he knew that this was really happening.
“Hotch?”
“I’m here,” came his voice, “you were shouting.”
“Nightmares,” he explained.
“I can see that.” It almost sounded as if he were smiling. He glanced up at Hotch and wondered what came next.
It was not as if he hadn’t envisioned a moment together, but he didn’t know what to do. Fantasies were one thing, but actually doing it, he had no clue. Still, this was the man he had dreamed about, cared about, and continued to care about. Somewhere in the time of staring at Hotch’s face, he was leaning over and kissing him. Timid at first, he was surprised when it was matched by Hotch’s own kisses back and tongue. Spencer felt like he was melting under Hotch’s touch and he felt his body go weak.
“Hotch…” he whispered, out of breath.
“Reid…”
“I…I want you…”
“I can see that,” Hotch’s features crinkled slightly in the firelight, “and Reid, I hope it’s obvious I want you too.”
Hotch kissed him back, nipping at his upper lip and making him feel woozy again. It felt so…right. He lifted his hands up from the side of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. Professionally done and clean, he loved being the one to mess it up for once. The by-the-book boss with sex hair…mmm, it made him hot. He stroked his scalp and pulled him closer before they ran out of breath. Hotch pressed up against him sinfully to remind him of a potential way to end the evening. Spencer moaned from deep in his throat as he felt his erection on his leg.
“Shh…” Hotch whispered, “do you want the whole team to hear us?”
“No.”
“Or, maybe you do?” he grinned devilishly.
“It’s a thought,” Spencer played along and stroked Hotch’s thigh. He stiffened slightly at the touch and closed his eyes as Spencer leaned over to suck at his neck, feeling the pulse point and nibbling slightly for the feeling of pleasure/pain that he himself loved so much. Oh, he wanted so badly to leave a hickey there, just for the others to see, but at the current situation, it was probably best he didn’t do that.
Hotch’s hands started exploring as if on their own and he let his fingers graze slightly over the forming bulge in Spencer’s jeans. He was rewarded with a moan from Spencer, his hips thrusting for more comfort.
“Oh? You want something,” Hotch teased Spencer in a whisper, moving his hands away.
“Mmmm…yes…” Spencer moaned as Hotch started to pull down his pants and finger the elastic of his boxers. He slipped them off with a flourish, but didn’t touch him, instead running his palm around his navel.
“Mmm, you like that don’t you,” Hotch devilishly whispered into Spencer’s ear, “you’re getting hot and I’m not even wrapped around you yet. And yes, I want to be wrapped all around you. I can see how hard you’re getting already. Mmm..I bet you taste good…don’t you, Reid?”
He could only nod. He felt weightless and his erection was overpowering the rest of his senses.
“How bad do you want it?”
“I want it-oh god,” he exclaimed as Hotch grabbed his length without an answer. He rolled the member in his palms.
“What was that, Reid?” He enjoyed interrupting the genius like this.
“Uh, um, I want it…Fuck!” he exclaimed again as Hotch smeared pre-cum over his head and into the slit. Hotch couldn’t deny that an aroused Reid was quite a stimulating sight. He would have to have Reid return the favor once he was done with him…
Hotch unwrapped his fingers from around the genius’ cock and heard a moan from his partner. He leaned down next to him.
“What do you want?”
“Y-you,” he trembled after a minute.
“Oh yeah?” Hotch breathed, “how do you want me?” He knew it would paint mental images in Spencer’s mind and he got hard just thinking about it.
Spencer couldn’t breathe, let alone think, so he tried to remember some sort of image he had had in his mind previously.
“S-suck me, Hotch.”
No sooner said than done, Hotch climbed on top of the genius on the couch. At first Spencer was cautious, but then he remembered it was Hotch. Moving downward, Hotch immediately slurped the throbbing cock in his mouth. This got an immediate reaction from Spencer. He tentatively licked the veins and rubbed his lips upon Spencer’s head, slowly, drawing out moans and groans.
“Oh god….oh my god, Hotch….”
“Call me Aaron in bed. I want to hear you call my name. If you call it loud enough, maybe they’ll hear you in the other room…”
As appealing as that was in theory, Spencer didn’t feel like having to explain why his dick was in his boss’ mouth. He resolved to come quietly. Well, as quietly as he could….
“A-aron,” he hissed, “oh….god…”
Hotch enjoyed watching Spencer writhe in pleasure. He loved watching what faces he made and the pleasure cross his face. He grinned and started to deep throat him, taking his whole dick in as far as he could before his gag reflex would kick in.
“Mmmm…oh….Nnnn…A-aron…” Spencer groaned, followed by unidentifiable noises.
Hotch knew he was close to coming and could see his hips start to twitch slightly. He started to deep throat him faster, in and out, as Spencer started to rock with the movements, fucking him in the mouth. Hotch didn’t mind, in fact, he rather enjoyed having him do part of the work.
“Mmm…I’m so close…”
Hotch took Spencer’s hand and slowly put it down his own pants. Immediately, Spencer began stroking his own aching cock and stroked it alongside the hip movements he was making. He felt himself start to get close already. The genius had wound him up even before he had even started. Hotch held back, he wanted Spencer to come first. He continued to go faster and faster as Spencer had trouble following the fast pace. He was becoming overwhelmed.
And that’s how Hotch wanted him.
“A-aron!” Spencer gasped as his hips twitched and he came down Hotch’s throat. Hotch sucked all of him down with flourish as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Spencer was still, recovering from his own orgasm, but he continued to stroke him. With a quiet yell, Hotch came on Spencer’s hand and in his pants. The genius retreated his hand from his superior’s pants and to Hotch’s astonishment, licked him off his hands. His own limp member stirred at the sight.
Panting, the two curled up on the couch. Spencer smiled over at Hotch, who was completely wiped out.
“Whoa.”
“All those words of yours and that’s the only one you came up with?”
Spencer smiled.
"Goodnight Hotch.”
“Goodnight Reid.”