Who We Are Now, for ubervirgin, Hotch/Reid, R/NC-17

Dec 01, 2010 17:17

Title: Who We Are Now
Author: race_the_ace
Recipient: ubervirgin
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Rating: R - NC-17
Word Count: 2,589
Warnings/spoilers: Takes place after Hotch's divorce.
Summary/prompt: Garcia decides that Hotch needs a new wardrobe.



*****

His pocket buzzed, and Aaron answered his phone without looking. "Hotchner."

"I'm here!"

Aaron paused. "Garcia, I thought we talked about this."

"We did, sir, but I thought you knew that I was going to come anyway," she answered.

"Garcia--"

"Look, sir. I know you have better things to do on a Saturday, but now that you're single and ready to mingle--and don't think I don't see who you have your eye on--we should get you some new clothes to go with the new life."

"Garcia--"

"So come answer the door, and let's get going! I brought muffins in case you--"

"Penelope!" Aaron tried, a little louder this time.

"Yes, sir?"

"I appreciate you doing this for me, but it really isn't necessary," Aaron said. "I know you have to have a hundred other things you'd rather be doing on a day off. I'm fine with the clothes I have, really."

"Sir?"

"Yes, Garcia?"

"Don't forget to lock the door behind you," she said sweetly before hanging up.

Aaron sighed and slid his phone back into his pocket. He looked around his empty apartment, boxes littering the floor, and sighed. His divorce from Haley had been official for three months now, and he still hadn't unpacked. He told any visitors that it was because he'd been busy with work, but the truth was, Aaron wasn't ready to start all over again. He didn't like coming home to an empty house, he missed Jack constantly, and he missed Haley. She had been such a big part of his life for so long, that everything now felt different, weird.

Aaron slipped on his shoes and grabbed his house keys off the counter. Garcia was waiting outside for him, and it wasn't like he was really going to unpack anything today, anyway.

*****

"How about this one?" Penelope asked, holding up a deep blue button up shirt that would look great on Hotch. "He loves blue."

Hotch rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Garcia, will you please stop making references to what someone else would like? I have to wear these shirts."

She wagged her eyebrows at him. "If you say so, sir." She put the blue back and reached for yet another white shirt. "You know, you can wear lots of colors with suits, not just white." Hotch leveled her with a glare. "Just saying, sir."

"I have enough clothes, Penelope. For work and for my off-time," Hotch sighed. "I really don't need any more."

Penelope rolled her eyes and moved to a rack of tasteful graphic tees. She picked out a deep red one and held it out against Hotch's chest. "Nah." She put it back and continued her way through the rack. She found a dark blue shirt, a shade lighter than the work shirt had been, and held it up. "You're trying this one on."

Hotch looked at the shirt and then back at her. "It's a shirt, Garcia. There's not really a need to try it on."

"Men," she scoffed, and then slung the shirt over her arm. "On to pants."

"I have pants," Hotch said, but followed her anyway.

"You need new jeans, sir." Garcia looked him up and down. "Sorry to say, but the 80's called, and they want your denims back."

Hotch looked down. "What's wrong with these?"

Garcia sighed dramatically, her blonde hair bouncing as she led him through the store. "So many answers, so little time."

*****

So far it had been four hours of, ‘He'll like you in this, sir,' and ‘Great first date out, sir,' and ‘Ooo, he had a shirt just like that, you two can share!,' before Aaron finally blurted out, "Garcia, who are you talking about?"

She paused in her surveys of uncomfortable looking shoes that Aaron was having no part of. Garcia turned to him, with a slightly confused face before saying, "The Boy Genius, of course."

Aaron blinked. "Reid?"

"As much as I love me some chocolatey-goodness, there's only one Boy Genius we know, sir."

"I'm not dating Reid, Garcia," Aaron said.

She rolled her eyes. "Not yet you aren't," she dismissed. "But, puh-lease, it's not like no one knows that you two are head over heels for each other."

Aaron looked at his empty ring finger, the tan line already fading. "I-I'm not ready."

She patted his arm sympathetically. "Of course you aren't, sir. But just don't gain any weight between now and then, or your new clothes won't fit."

That was hardly the response that Aaron had been looking for, but since he wasn't really sure what he had been looking for, that would have to do.

Garcia snapped her fingers towards a nearby salesman. "You, there! Do you have these in an eleven?"

*****

"Garcia, I am absolutely draw the line at a belt," Aaron said. "I don't need a new belt. I have one, and it works fine, no matter which pants I'm wearing."

Garcia looked at the black leather belt she held up, and then back at Aaron. "But…"

"No."

"But, sir--"

"No," Aaron repeated firmly. He held up the six shopping bags in his arms. "Don't you think you've done enough damage to my bank account for one day?"

Garcia arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Hardly, sir. We still have to get you a new jacket, underwear, socks--"

"--I can get my own underwear," Aaron cut in. "And socks, for that matter. Another day."

"But we're here now."

"We won't be in five minutes," Aaron said. "We've been here for over five hours, Garcia. I've tried on more clothes than I think I've owned in my lifetime. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I have other things I was planning on doing today."

"Such as?" She asked expectantly.

"I have to finish unpacking," Aaron said, even though he had no intention of doing that. "And then make dinner, check my personal e-mail. Things like that."

She looked him up and down, and Aaron wondered if she had picked up all the profiling skills from his team. "Well, let's not keep those boxes waiting then, sir." She smiled brightly in the way that only Garcia could and Aaron followed her from the store back out to her car. He tossed the bags into the back of her car and when he slid into the passenger seat, Garcia was texting someone. He waited patiently for her to finish.

"Home, James!" She said with a flourish, dropping her phone back into her giant purse. She started the car and Aaron buckled as they took off, back to his apartment.

*****

Twenty minutes later, Aaron was leaning back against his front door, bags pooled at his feet, as he took a breath. Tomorrow he had to go back and return everything he'd gotten today. He didn't need new clothes, his were just fine. He sighed and picked the bags up, carrying them to his bedroom. There were a couple shirts he actually had liked that he would keep. He sorted through the clothes and paused as he came upon a pair of jeans.

"Those look great on you, sir," Garcia said with a nod. "Turn around."

"What?" Aaron asked. "Penelope, I am not turning around."

She rolled her eyes at him, and reached a hand out. Aaron found himself rotating towards the mirror as Garcia looked him over. "Those are perfect. Wear those on your first date. He'll love ‘em."

Aaron gently touched the top of the jeans and decided that maybe he would keep those, too.

A knock on his front door startled him, and Aaron let the jeans drop from his hand, onto the bed as he went to answer it. He looked through the small peep hole in the door and frowned when he saw Reid shuffling nervously on the other side. Aaron unlocked the door and opened it.

Reid didn't come in, but he did meet Aaron's eyes. He offered a small wave. "Hey, Hotch."

"Reid," Aaron greeted. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um… Garcia said that you needed help unpacking?" Reid answered nervously. "She said she volunteered me to you… and you have no idea what I'm talking about," he finished.

Aaron blinked, and then sighed. "I'm going to have a talk to her on Monday," Aaron said. But he stepped back and let Reid in. The younger man looked around the room, his eyes landing on the unpacked boxes and bags that had been pushed up against the nearest empty wall.

"Furniture hasn't arrive yet?" Reid asked, curiously.

"Didn't order any," Aaron said. "There's a spare room that I have a couch and TV set up in."

"You need at least a bookcase," Reid argued. "We need to go shopping."

Aaron inwardly groaned. "How about tomorrow?"

Reid shifted nervously. "Um… Garcia said you would say that, and then to make you go anyway." He gulped. "Sir."

Hotch sighed and nodded. "Alright."

*****

So Reid helped him pick out furniture. And then helped him unpack. And the next weekend he showed up with an armful of books, claiming that Aaron's bookcase, which housed four books on profiling, and a book on cooking with canned food, needed to be better stocked with actual books. Aaron was now the proud owner of Sense and Sensibility, Crime and Punishment, Walden, Utopia, Paradise Lost, four Dr. Seuss books for when Jack came over, and a handful of other classics. Plus, Reid brought another book with him each time he showed up.

The next week Reid showed up with three more cookbooks, except that Aaron needed to buy actual food for those, which was alright, because the next weekend, Reid showed up with that, too. Reid, Aaron found out, was an amazing cook. Reid said it was just like chemistry, but smelt better. Aaron, who had taken anatomy instead of chemistry in high school, just accepted that at face value along with a steaming plate of food.

It took four months for Aaron to realize that Reid had been showing up every weekend that he didn't have Jack or they didn't have work. But it only took him four minutes to realize that he liked the other man's company, and looked forward to it every week.

A glance at his cell phone told Aaron that Reid would probably be over soon. It was Sunday. On Sunday Reid tended to come over after breakfast, in time to read newspapers with Aaron while he finished his coffee. He'd just poured his first cup when there was a knock at the door.

Aaron padded barefoot across his apartment and opened the door with a smile. Reid offered him a smile back and wandered over to his bookshelf to squeeze another book into the tired thing. Pretty soon Aaron was going to have to get another bookcase.

"What did you bring me this time?" Aaron asked, sitting back down at the table.

"The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conon Doyle," Reid said, taking a seat. Aaron pushed a mug of coffee over to him, along with the entertainment section.

"Reid--" Aaron started, and then abruptly stopped.

Reid looked up from where he was rapidly finishing the comics. "Yeah?"

Aaron shook his head. "Never mind."

Reid stared at him like he was figuring something out. "Um, you know, Hotch… you can call me Spencer."

"Spencer," Aaron said, trying the name out. It sounded different when it wasn't prefaced with Doctor, or followed by Reid. He liked it.

Spencer quirked a smile. "Yep, just like that."

Aaron laughed and reached for his coffee. "You can do the same, you know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

*****

The first time Spencer kissed him it was almost midnight on a Saturday. He'd showed up with earlier with The Assignment by Evangeline Anderson, a gay romance novel about two cops who fell in love. They'd been meeting on weekends for almost six months, and before that moment, Spencer hadn't so much as shaken Aaron's hand.

His lips sloppily met Aaron's and they were warm, and soft, and everything that Haley had been, except more, because Spencer was here.

It wasn't a long kiss, and it wasn't really the best kiss that Aaron had ever had, but those things didn't matter, because Spencer was sitting there looking like he was caught between bolting and blushing. He opted for the latter.

Aaron didn't smile as he reached a hand out to cup Spencer's face. "Are you sure about this?"

Spencer swallowed. "Yes. If you are."

Aaron could hear his heart beat in the quiet. "Spencer," he whispered. "Don't break my heart."

"I won't," Spencer promised. "I won't, Aaron."

Aaron nodded once. He believed Spencer. Then he leaned in for another kiss, and Spencer met him before he was halfway there.

*****

They spent their one year anniversary in bed. Lately it had been hard to get some time alone, they'd been taking case after case, but by some miracle they had the next three days off.

Their cell phones were in a pile in the living room, buried under Aaron's suit jacket and Spencer's older style tweed overcoat.

Aaron's hands glided easily down Spencer's sweaty back as Spencer moved above him. Aaron's legs were wrapped around Spencer's waist, holding him tightly against him. Spencer moved steadily in and out of him, and they both gasped a little with each thrust. Spencer's gaze was locked with Aaron's and his arms were carefully wedged under the back of Aaron's head, cradling him close.

Aaron felt sweat drip down his face as Spencer leaned down to steal a kiss. It was sweet, and tender, and all the things that Aaron had ever wanted from a lover.

"God, Spencer," Aaron groaned as Spencer pushed in again.

"Aaron," Spencer breathed. "Hotch."

"Yes," Aaron agreed, although he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to. Maybe that it felt good, felt right. Felt perfect.

By now, Aaron knew all of the signs. The way Spencer's breathing would quicken, and his pulse would speed up against Aaron's body. His pace would increase just a little and his eyes would bore into Aaron's. Then he would worm a hand between then, and slowly bring Aaron to the brink with him.

This time was no different as Aaron's head was dislodged from Spencer's arm, falling onto the pillow underneath him. A hot palm wrapped itself around Aaron's cock and Spencer began to get them off together.

Spencer was beautiful like this, hair falling all over the place, lithe body moving over Aaron's, beautiful brown eyes alight with desire and love and a dozen other emotions that Aaron couldn't name.

"Aaron," Spencer breathed again.

He pushed into Aaron one last time, body shaking as he came. His hand never stopped moving and Aaron felt himself fall over the edge after him just moments later. Their bodies were pressed tight together and Aaron could barely breathe as his orgasm ripped through him, and while one ripped through Spencer.

When Aaron came down, Spencer was wrapped around him, pressing him down into the sheets, as he lazily kissed Aaron's neck.

"I love you," Spencer said softly. He sat up a little to look Aaron in the eyes. "I love you, Aaron."

Aaron felt a smile stretch across his face. "I love you, too, Spencer."

And to think, it all started with an unwanted shopping trip. Aaron idly wondered if he still had that first date outfit somewhere in his closet. He'd have to let Garcia take him shopping again, as a thank-you. Maybe he'd buy the belt this time.

~Finis~

pairing: hotch/reid, category: slash, fic, rating: nc-17/frao

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