Fic: By The Beach, Chapter 4 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad)
Title: By the Beach, Chapter 4
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen,
Sean Hotchner / Cain Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Chapter 3
“Pretty boy!”
Reid looked up. Morgan was bouncing a beach ball between his hands.
“I’m reading.”
“Nobody reads on the beach!”
“People do, when they can’t stay in the sun.”
“You can stay in the sun, just put on some more suntan lotion.”
“Remember last time?”
“Yeah, you burned your back because you fell asleep on me.”
“So it was your fault.”
“One more objection and I’ll toss your book to the sea. What is that anyway?”
“The latest of skin cancer statistics. And I’ve already been swimming today. That’s a traditional seaside activity.”
“Okay, then I’ll join you.” Morgan took a leap and landed on the blanket next to the genius. He snuggled closer and buries his wet face on the crook of Reid’s neck.
“You’re cold!”
“I’m wet. Wait a while and it’ll dry. Or do you wanna dry me up yourself?”
“Gimme a towel.” Reid took a big beach towel and started to dry Morgan’s back.
“That’s nice….” Morgan leaned against the touch. “Are you sure you don’t wanna play ball?”
“I know my limitations, so no.” The comment was accompanied by a hasty glance to the group of boys and girls playing volleyball.
“I could teach you.”
“I appreciate the offer, but no thanks.” Reid was quiet for a while. “I like being here. Just so you know. And I appreciate the fact that you planned the whole thing for us.”
“I know. Why are telling me that?”
“Because…. The whole beach thing is not exactly my area. Half naked tanned people everywhere, like barbequed chickens in the sand.”
“Speaking of chicken, is it dinnertime?”
“Yeah, I could eat something.”
“And after that you could put on those shorts I got for you.”
“For the last time: I will not come to the beach with the text “Property of D. Morgan” written on my rear-end.”
“I didn’t mean on the beach. I was thinking you could try them on when we get back to the house and….”
“And what?” Reid grinned.
“We could try some role-playing….”
“What kind of role-play?”
“Baywatch hunk rescues a beach babe from the sea.”
“I will not play a drowning victim. And I don`t wanna hear your Hasselhoff imitation. One time was enough.....”
“Well…. Can we try mouth to mouth?”
“Are you trained for that?”
“I took the mandatory first aid course.”
“Okay, but food first.”
“Gotta love a man who has his priorities right.” Morgan gave him a quick kiss started to gather their things from the blanket.
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“You’ll ruin your eyes with that desk lamp.”
Hotch almost jumped up. He had been too into his paperwork to notice the man leaning against the doorframe.
“One of these days you’ll cause me a heart attack.”
“I knocked three times.”
“I thought you left after four.” Hotch rubbed his temples and looked at Chad. “You got a desk job now, why are you in your gym gear?”
“I still do some of the martial art classes myself. Besides my last meeting was over before four so I decided to kill some time at the gym.”
“Why were you killing time?”
“Your team didn’t have a new case by then, so I knew you’ll probably catch up on your paperwork. And you’ll loose the track of time and get yourself a headache squinting at the small print under that tablelight.”
“I’ve had that lamp for yours.”
“No wonder you’re squinting.” Chad walked in and closed the door. “Anyway, everyone’s gone, and here you are. Just like a predicted.”
“I’m not that predictable.”
“I could set an egg timer to show the length of your orgasm and I would get it right.”
“Okay, I am that predictable.”
“That’s not a bad thing. I’ve had a lot of fun shaking you out of it.”
Hotch couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
“So what are you shaking now? I can finish this later, we could go get something to eat.”
“I waited two hours till the office was empty and you were here alone. You’re not going anywhere.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Remember what you said you wanted to do in your office?”
“Paint the walls?”
“No.”
“Get a new bookshelf?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I do.” Hotch admitted. He glanced nervously at the window. “I’m not really sure about this-”
“Everyone’s gone, but if you’re so paranoid….” Chad closed the blinds. “Better now?”
“Little bit.” Hotch took a deep breath. “Maybe we should just go home and-”
“You’re not getting out of this so easily. You put the idea in my head.” Chad pulled his shirt off. He grabbed Hotch by the shoulders, pinning him against the back of his chair and sat down on his lap. “You wanted to try, and I decided to deliver.”
He slid down Hotch`s body, till he reached his belt. He pulled it open and slid his hand down the other man’s pants.
“At least tell me you locked the door…” Hotch groaned. He tilted his head back, enjoying the hand caressing him.
“Maybe.”
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“Morgan?” Reid poked the man’s ribs carefully to wake him up.
“Whaaat…?” Morgan forced himself awake. Reid was standing beside the bed. He had wrapped himself to same blanket they had taken to the beach, and his bare legs kept tapping the floor impatiently.
“Get up, you have to see this.”
“See what? How long was I asleep?”
“About ten minutes. You wanted to lie down after that tub incident.”
“Tub incident?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No…. .”
“We came back from the restaurant and we got a little bit excited in the living room.”
“You mean we did it on the couch.”
“Yeah. And then on the floor. Anyway…. You still wanted to try that role-play thing and I kept telling you that a bathtub is not a good place to re-enact that scene from Splash.”
“So I slipped?”
“Exactly. And I could have been hurt too, but I landed on top of you.”
“And you let me go to sleep? I could have a concussion!”
“I did the check-up, you don’t have a concussion. You don`t feel dizzy now, do you? You don`t have a headache?"
"No."
"It’s just a scrape on the head, and I even found a Batman bandaid for you. Come on, you have to see this.”
“Okay, wait a minute.” Morgan pulled the bedcover around his body and followed Reid to the deck. The sun was going down and the entire sky was flaming in all the shades of warm orange. Morgan pressed himself against Reid’s back, and wrapped his arms around the genius’s waist.
“Did you know that sunsets on other planets appear different because of the differences in the distance from the planet to the sun and in different atmospheric compositions.” Reid leaned back, sinking into the body behind him. “Because Mars is farther from the Sun than the Earth is, the Sun appears only about two-thirds the size that it appears in a sunset seen from the Earth. Although Mars lacks oxygen and nitrogen-”
“Baby Boy….”
“Sorry.” The genius paused for a minute. “But it’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
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“I’ll never be able to look at my desk the same way again….” Hotch sighed. He was still bent over his desk, clutching the edge. He was simply too exhausted to get up.
“We gotta do this again.” Chad pulled his own pants back on. “Maybe next time we’ll try my office.”
“I… I need to know something. Why was that in my drawer?” Hotch pointed to the small bottle of lube that was currently laying on the floor.
“You told me you had office fantasies so I thought we better be prepared.”
“When did you leave it here?”
“Remember when I came here last week to bring you your cell phone?”
“You’ve been planning this for a week?”
“I always plan ahead.” Chad grinned.
Hotch tried to get himself up from the desk, but his limbs refused to co-operate. There was a knock on the door and he froze. Chad pulled his shirt on and went to open the door. He pulled it open halfway, so that the person in outside couldn’t see into the room.
“Yes?”
“Sorry, I saw the lights on. Can I clean up now or are you still working?” A female voice asked. “I still got couple rooms left, so I could come back later.”
“That would be great.” Chad gave the woman a wide grin. “We’re hard at work. We had to hone some fine details. Can you come back in twenty minutes?”
“Sure.”
Chad closed the door.
“I didn’t even remember cleaning ladies….” Hotch let out a sigh of relief. He could feel a light layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
“I did. She always does her run in the same order. She was actually few minutes late from her normal schedule.”
“What? You knew she would come knocking!”
“Little risk makes it even better.” Chad gave him a kiss and pulled him up to his own two feet. “And don’t worry: I did lock the door.”
Interlude