Watching Hotch, Hotch/Morgan, NC-17
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geekystudmuffinTitle: Watching Hotch
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing:Hotch/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~6,600
Summary: Several weeks after Morgan and Hotch share one night in a hotel room in New Jersey, Morgan finally does something about his unexpected jealousy.
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format. This is the second installment of a four-part series (eventual Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts to be posted this week). The first installment, Helping Morgan, should be read for context.
Morgan frowned at the paperwork spread across his desk, trying to ignore the laughter coming from Hotch's office. Reid had been in there for nearly half an hour, and they obviously weren't talking about work. Morgan couldn't push down the rising tide of jealousy, and it frustrated him--both because he wasn't sure whom he was jealous of, and because he was jealous at all. He didn't have a right to be jealous of either of them. Reid had never looked at him like that, as much as Morgan would have liked him to. And Hotch...
Sex with Hotch had been a one-time thing. That had become obvious over the weeks and months that followed the case in New Jersey, where Morgan had injured his knee. Where Hotch had fucked him, showing Morgan a side of himself that Morgan was certain no one else had ever seen. Where Morgan had realized When Harry Met Sally got it right: sex did get in the way.
He sighed and dragged his attention back to the report he was filling out. Jealousy wasn't getting him anywhere. Still, he couldn't help wondering...were they fucking? He hadn't seen any signs of it, no shared glances or murmured conversations in the kitchenette, no sitting together at the round tables. But Reid still watched Hotch with a near-worshipful air when he thought no one but Morgan was looking. And Hotch...
Hotch was watching Reid.
It was possible he thought no one noticed. It was possible--just--that he didn't realize himself he was doing it. But Morgan had seen the speculative light in Hotch's dark eyes. He'd noticed the way Hotch spent a little too much time near Reid. And for whatever reason, it was driving Morgan to distraction.
Finally, finally, Reid came out of Hotch's office, and Morgan had to look away to keep from glaring at the kid. It would only confuse him, since he knew nothing about the night Morgan and Hotch had shared. He knew Morgan thought Hotch was gorgeous, but it hadn't seemed right to gossip to Reid about actually having sex with Hotch, no matter how much Morgan had originally wanted to.
That desire had waned over the intervening weeks, as he'd noticed the almost gravitational pull between Reid and Hotch. Morgan didn't want to do anything to contribute to it. And it drove him crazy that he didn't know whether he was jealous of Hotch because he was without a doubt capable of giving Reid the emotional stability--the relationship--Reid needed and deserved...or if he was jealous of Reid because he was the focus of Hotch's attention.
"I think you're going to miss your train," Morgan told Reid, which was mean of him, since it was just past six and the train would still be running for hours. But he knew how much Reid hated waiting at the station, so he watched impassively as Reid hastily packed up his satchel and took off out of the office almost at a run.
JJ was in her office, and Garcia was still in her bunker, but aside from that, the team was gone. The bullpen was entirely empty, except for Morgan. He glanced at Hotch's office. Hotch probably didn't even realize Morgan was still here.
Good.
Coming to a sudden decision, Morgan pushed his chair back and strode towards Hotch's office. He didn't bother knocking, just shoved the door open and stepped inside, ignoring the startled way Hotch's head came up. He shut the door and locked it, then stalked around the desk to stand behind Hotch. Leaning over him, Morgan planted a hand on either side of the chair, resting on the desk. He lowered his head until his lips were nearly brushing Hotch's ear, and whispered.
"Are you fucking him yet?"
Hotch wasn't oblivious to the set of dark eyes on him lately -- two sets actually, the first was a gaze he'd apparently missed for so long, even if now he couldn't look away from it, and the second was a gaze that was new. Morgan was watching him, had been watching him and Reid since the night Hotch had slept with Morgan. While the jealousy wasn't unexpected -- Hotch had told Morgan, after all, that sex changed everything -- this confrontation, in the office, was.
It wasn't that Hotch hadn't wanted to be with Morgan again. He did. He just wasn't exactly sure how to approach it, and as he had told Morgan the first night they'd been together, he wasn't ready for a long-term relationship. He had never had a sexual relationship that was not also an emotional one. And even if he had been ready for a commitment right now, he knew it wouldn't be with Morgan. As much as Hotch tried not to focus on Reid, even with the knowledge that Reid did focus on him, Reid was more "relationship material" than Morgan was. For all Morgan's recent jealousy, Hotch was fairly certain if he tried to make Morgan commit, Morgan would panic and possibly lose interest completely. Hotch wasn't opposed to more "casual sex", even if he'd never had a casual sexual relationship before, but part of him had been wondering how long it would take for it to sink in with Morgan that it did make things different. When it did, would Morgan still be interested?
Apparently, the idea had sunk in, and Morgan was still interested if he even cared what Hotch was doing with Reid... or wasn't doing, as was the case.
Hotch closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, biting down his immediate defensive reaction that it really wasn't Morgan's business, then eventually turned to look at Morgan, ignoring that they were face to face, mere centimeters away from touching. "Do you think this is an appropriate conversation to be having here?" he murmured, his voice low due to their proximity. His gaze flicked to the blinds in his office windows, and he was thankful they were drawn shut.
"Why not? This is where everything else happens," Morgan replied. He didn't pull away, just kept watching Hotch, trying--and failing, he was sure--to veil the anger, the jealousy, in his eyes.
"Exactly what everything else are you even talking about, Morgan?" Hotch replied, not moving either, though the defensive tone was starting to creep slowly into his voice and his jaw tensed.
"The being around each other. The watching. Hell, Hotch, we fucked while we were on a case." Morgan kept his voice low, even though some of his own anger was slipping into it. "Why not talk about it here? Do you have a better idea? Dinner and drinks?"
"Why not talk about it here? Because this is my office, not some private hotel room out of state," Hotch said, raising his voice a hair. He finally curled his fingers into the front of Morgan's shirt and pushed Morgan back from him, the motion gentle, but strong. Morgan wasn't going to bully him about this or anything else, and he certainly wasn't going to do it standing over Hotch in Hotch's own office. His gaze was hard. "I told you sex changes everything."
Morgan's hands gripped Hotch's wrists, not to pull him away but to keep him from letting go. God. That right there was exactly why Morgan couldn't walk away from this. Hotch could match him for strength and anger--even though he was normally a quiet, self-controlled man--when he could be provoked to let his control slip. "Hasn't changed anything between us as far as I can see," Morgan bit out. It had only changed the way Morgan looked at Hotch.
Hotch's gaze narrowed. "If it hasn't, how is it any of your business who I may or may not be sleeping with?" he countered, using Morgan's grip on his wrist to help pull himself out of his chair so that he was on level with Morgan's gaze finally.
The words felt like a slap in the face, and Morgan's mouth fell open for a bare second. Then he clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening. "Right. Fine, not my business." He let go of Hotch's wrists and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "But Reid isn't the sort of guy you fuck around with. He's not like me. So watch yourself, because if anyone hurts someone I care about, it is my business." He leaned away, waiting for Hotch to release him.
If Morgan thought Hotch was going to buy that Morgan was just going to drop this, forget about it after he left this room after coming in here like this, he was fooling himself. Hotch didn't let go of Morgan's shirt. He wasn't feeling particularly generous right now, but he also didn't want Morgan to walk out angry, because that would only make matters worse. "I know he's not 'that sort'," he said, dropping his voice into a slightly milder register and holding Morgan's gaze, his own implying he expected Morgan not to look away either. "Which is why I haven't touched him and don't intend to. Furthermore, I hardly 'fucked around' with you, and you know it."
Morgan narrowed his eyes, hating the way Hotch's last statement made him feel like he was acting like a jilted girl. "I didn't say you fucked around with me," he snapped, then took a breath to try to regain his hold on his temper. "I'm the kind of guy who can take that. One night stands are par for the course with me, fine. My point is, Reid isn't like that. He's better than me."
Hotch's brows furrowed. He'd already gotten the impression that there was more to this than what Morgan was saying. A lot more. But now he was starting to wonder if Morgan wanted Reid too. He stared at Morgan for a minute, and then let him go, not bothering to hide in his expression that he'd figured part of this out. His voice was oddly calm when he spoke again. "Firstly, if you believe that, you're wrong, and if you believe that I treat you with any less respect than I do him, you're not paying very close attention. Secondly, it bears repeating that I haven't touched him, nor do I intend to." He crossed his arms and drew a deep breath, keeping his eyes on Morgan. "Thirdly, you never wanted a one night stand with me, did you?"
Morgan took an involuntary step back, though he kept his gaze on Hotch's. He couldn't sort through the words fast enough to figure out which he should respond to first. The first statement made him sound like he'd been whining that Reid was getting special treatment. The last made him sound...needy. It made him want to lash out, except it wasn't exactly Hotch's fault, was it? "I didn't say you were treating me any differently." It sounded weak, and he knew it.
"I know you didn't." Hotch didn't move, noting how Morgan had stepped away, and the sudden lack of conviction in his voice. Hotch suspected this wasn't the end of the anger, however. "You didn't answer my question," he added simply.
"We never said either way," Morgan said, and then wanted to hit something. How did Hotch keep tricking him into speaking unguardedly? We never said, as if we was something that existed. "A casual fuck, no strings attached, were my words. And you said you didn't want a relationship. That pretty much means one night stand, doesn't it?" He folded his arms, too, hardening his gaze. "It's not like either one of us has been pining away. It hasn't got in the way of our work."
Hotch's eyebrows lifted. "Oh, you mean other than that time you barged into my office and demanded to know if I was fucking someone else." His jaw tightened again in spite of himself at the effort it was taking not to become angry again. "I'm not asking what we said -- though I do recall you saying you wanted to do it again on at least one occasion. I'm asking what you wanted."
Morgan stared at him, noting the spark of anger in Hotch's gaze and aroused by it in spite of himself. "You're deliberately trying to make me sound like a jealous girlfriend!" he snapped, hoping Hotch would focus on that instead of noticing the sheer desire that was suddenly running through Morgan's veins.
"You're sounding like that without any help from me," Hotch said, and it wasn't what he'd meant to say at all, but there was something in Morgan's gaze now that made Hotch want to push him even more. He took a step toward Morgan. "Is there any other reason you can give me as to why you've been watching me and Reid, wondering what we're doing behind closed doors?"
"You should be glad I was the only one in the bullpen just now!" Morgan shot back, his voice rising a little. "You think I'm the only one who can notice these things? You work with a team of profilers, Aaron, it's not like they're all blind!" As soon as he spit the words out he realized, with a shock of cold down his spine, that he'd accidentally used Hotch's first name.
The first name threw Hotch for a second, but then his lips curled in spite of himself. "You're the only one who cares who I'm fucking, Derek," he said, lowering his voice again and moving closer. "Do you realize you've avoided every single question I've asked you since you walked in the room?"
It wasn't true, but Morgan would only look childish if he pointed that out. "Fine," he bit out, spreading his hands. "What do you want to know?" God, this had been a bad idea. He should have just gone to the gym and taken his frustrations out on a punching bag or a sparring partner, the way he had been for weeks now.
"For the third time, I asked what you wanted. I also asked why you've been watching us," Hotch said, using 'us' on purpose instead of 'me and Reid' this time. "And I'll ask you now, does it drive you more crazy that I'm watching him, or that he's watching me?"
"I don't know!" Morgan admitted, his voice tight with frustration. "I don't know, all right? Damn it, Hotch!" He'd just wanted something casual, something easy and with no emotions stronger than friendship and desire. But the thought that he couldn't have more, that Hotch would prefer Reid over him...it made sense, because Reid was relationship material, where Morgan wasn't...but it still hurt. And the fact that it hurt made him angry. And Morgan had a feeling that Hotch knew all of that, and was just asking to get under his skin.
Hotch watched Morgan, but he chose to let the silence hang for a long moment, until it almost seemed too long. That hadn't been the response he'd been hoping to get, but he could see Morgan's confusion and he understood it. He knew Morgan, maybe too well. "So what are we doing right now?"
Morgan had always preferred action to talk. Words could be twisted to mean anything. Actions were a clear indication of personality and intent. So when words failed him, he resorted to action. He grabbed the front of Hotch's jacket, pushed him back against the desk, and kissed him hard.
Hotch returned the kiss with matching intensity, sliding his arms around Morgan, his hands moving down to grip Morgan's ass and pull Morgan against him. "I suddenly feel like a consolation prize," he breathed.
"I want you," Morgan said, his voice low and hungry. Just the fact that Hotch kissed him back freed his tongue a little, made it easier to admit things like that again. He didn't throw it back in your face, Morgan reminded himself. You never said anything. Maybe he didn't say anything for the same reasons you didn't. "Maybe what I'm jealous of is his innocence," he murmured. "He doesn't know that you know, so he can seek out your company without feeling awkward about it." That seemed like too great an admission, so he kissed Hotch again, longer and more demanding, to keep him from responding.
Hotch didn't think that was really the reason Morgan was jealous, but it was a reason, and one Hotch hadn't expected or thought Morgan would admit. "Have I made you feel unwelcome?" Hotch murmured, his fingers sliding up under the back of Morgan's shirt.
"No. But you're my boss. You're not allowed to make me feel unwelcome." Morgan lifted his head to kiss Hotch's jaw. "Maybe you were right," he whispered. "About sex changing things." He shifted so their hips aligned better, sucking in a breath at the thrill that sent through him.
Hotch laughed softly, and groaned at the way Morgan moved against him. God, they shouldn't be doing this here. "I know I was," he breathed, and kissed Morgan again. "I want you. I've wanted you."
"God, yes," Morgan murmured between kisses. "Been driving me crazy." He finally let go of Hotch's jacket so he could slip his hands underneath, sliding them around to press against Hotch's back. "You're so fucking sexy."
"You almost make me believe that," Hotch said; of course he'd had a lot of help from Reid lately, even if Reid didn't realize it. "This is a bad idea," he whispered.
"I locked the door," Morgan whispered back, rolling his hips against Hotch's. "I don't think I can wait long enough for you to leave separately from me and drive to my house." He nipped teasingly at Hotch's jaw.
"You've waited this long," Hotch breathed, but Morgan was slowly undoing him, and he let his head drop back a bit as Morgan's teeth worked over him, his hands sliding up Morgan's back some more. "Was anyone in the bullpen?"
"I wouldn't have come in to yell at you unless it was empty," Morgan murmured, licking at Hotch's earlobe. "JJ's in her office, so we'll have to use the desk and not the wall." He sucked the earlobe into his mouth, letting his eyes fall mostly shut.
"Oh, God," Hotch moaned, but kept his voice down as much as he could. First, he was sleeping with team members. Now, he was fucking team members against his desk. "What time is it?"
Morgan pulled away slowly, dragging his teeth along the skin. "Six-thirty," he murmured, sliding one hand down into the back of Hotch's waistband. "Strauss is gone, Rossi's gone, it's just JJ and Garcia, and neither one of them will bother you with your door locked. They'll think you're gone." Garcia might see Morgan's bike out in the lot, but she would just think he was in one of the workout rooms. "So shut up and fuck me."
Hotch was about to argue that they knew he generally left after everyone else did, but when Morgan issued that order, Hotch groaned and thrust up against him, his fingers curling in Morgan's shirt and tugging to get it off.
Humming, Morgan leaned away just enough for Hotch to get his t-shirt off, then leaned in again for a hard kiss, his fingers rising to work at Hotch's tie. "Want to see you," he murmured against Hotch's lips.
"Mmm-hmm," Hotch hummed, and started to pull his suit jacket off, ignoring the flutter of paper that fell to the floor when he got it off and tossed it behind him. This was a very bad idea, and it was already making a mess he was going to have to clean up later, but Hotch was having a hard time caring. He drew his fingers down Morgan's chest and leaned in to bite at Morgan's neck, hard enough to spur Morgan on but not leave a mark.
Morgan gasped and arched against him, whipping the tie out from under Hotch's collar. "Sexy," he murmured, unbuttoning Hotch's shirt. He knew this was a bad idea, from fucking his boss in the first place to fucking in the office. But in the rising heat of passion, all the petty jealousies and odd uncertainties faded away, and this was all he cared about.
Hotch pulled his shirt off and tossed it the way of his jacket when Morgan finished with the buttons, then slid his hands into the back of Morgan's jeans and squeezed Morgan's ass, rocking against him. "I've thought about that night a lot," he whispered against Morgan's lips.
"God, so have I," Morgan moaned quietly. He was breathing hard already, his fingers roaming over Hotch's torso, tracing the scars he found by touch, skating across his nipples. "Aaron."
"Derek," Hotch returned, his fingers finding Morgan's belt and tugging at it, licking his lips at the feel of Morgan's hands. He realized after a moment that they had no lube, and he'd never received before... and while he thought it was only fair to reciprocate what Morgan had given him last time, the absence of proper lubrication only strengthened the idea that Hotch wasn't really sure he wanted to bottom for Morgan. "Do you want to...?" he started, then trailed off.
"I want you to fuck me," Morgan said, pinching lightly at a nipple. "But I want to be able to touch you better this time." And watch. Last time had been fantastic, but it had been more about feeling and less about seeing. This time he wanted to watch while Hotch took him apart.
Hotch didn't hesitate to turn them both so that Morgan was against the desk, which scooted about a foot across the floor from the force of the shift but (blessedly) didn't make too much noise. "Good, because I want to see you," Hotch said, and yanked Morgan's belt free.
Morgan tilted his head up to kiss Hotch again, shivers of lust running through him. Hotch was strong and uncompromising. Morgan had never wanted another man the way he wanted Hotch. "Yes," he murmured, his hands running down Hotch's stomach to work his belt and pants open. "Sexy."
Once Hotch got Morgan's pants down, he wrapped an arm around Morgan and kissed him hard, pressing him back against the desk a little more. "We don't have lubrication," he murmured, his free hand sliding down to Morgan's hip, his fingertips brushing Morgan's cock.
"Spit," Morgan panted. He grabbed at his jeans to fish his wallet out of the back pocket. "And a lubricated condom," he added, half laughing. He slid his free hand up into Hotch's hair, messing it up.
Hotch wasn't entirely sure about this, but Morgan seemed confident, and seemed to have done it before, so Hotch just gave him a slow smile. "You're a genius," he murmured and kissed Morgan, then ignored the little jolt of... something those words caused. Hotch licked his lips when he pulled back and glanced up, feigning exasperation at the way his hair was now sticking on end, and took the condom from Morgan, nudging him to sit on the edge of the desk.
Morgan laughed again and shifted onto the desk. "Wrong guy," he teased, ignoring the tiny tug in his gut that reminded him they both wanted Reid. We want each other, too, he reminded himself, and hooked a leg around Hotch's waist, urging him closer. "You look good like that."
"Right," Hotch said, letting his pants and underwear slip down as Morgan pulled him closer. He pulled open the condom packet, and rolled it on, then leaned against Morgan, pressing him flat on his back against the desk. "I'll never be able to look at paperwork the same way again," he murmured, his cock pressing against Morgan's.
Morgan shuddered with pleasure, his eyelids lowering. "You'll remember me like this," he said, his voice going husky. He liked that thought. "Looking at you like you're the only other man in the world." He shifted and heard the slap of his wallet hitting the floor. "You're the only man who's ever had me like this," he murmured.
Hotch held Morgan's gaze, smiling at Morgan's assessment. It was pretty dead on, but when Morgan finished, Hotch blinked at him, then leaned up to kiss Morgan tenderly. "Why are you letting me?"
"Because you're..." Morgan trailed off, studying Hotch's face as he tried to figure out how to put it into words. "You're strong and calm, but you've got this fire underneath. It gets me..." Gets me hot, he'd meant to say, but that wasn't just it, either. Morgan slid his arms around Hotch, pulling him down for a kiss. "It wasn't just a one night stand," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. When it came down to it, Morgan worshiped Hotch as much as Reid did, just in a different way. Hotch was the man Morgan wished he could be.
Hotch watched Morgan for a minute, his breath heavy against Morgan's lips, his mind trying to wrap around this new information. He pressed his lips to Morgan's again, his kisses soft, almost thankful. "Good. Don't make me wait so long next time," he murmured, trying for a light tone.
He slicked himself with spit, and pressed the head of his cock against Morgan's entrance, leaning his face against Morgan's neck for a moment and breathing hard. "My... my divorce went through three weeks ago. I haven't... told anyone." He wondered why he felt like he had to tell Morgan that just now, but put it down to Morgan having just shared what he had with Hotch.
Morgan had been smiling at Hotch's order, but it slid off his face at the mention of the divorce. He tightened his arms briefly. "Good," he murmured. "I hated feeling like the other woman." His tone was anything but light; he hoped Hotch knew he wasn't making fun. "Fuck me, Aaron."
In spite of himself, and even the less than joking tone of Morgan's voice, that made Hotch smile softly. He breathed a laugh after a moment, and pulled back to kiss Morgan, pressing inside of him slowly as he did and moaning against his lips.
Morgan tried to hold in a groan and failed, his arms slipping a little so he could clutch at Hotch's shoulders. "God!" he hissed after a moment, the stretching sensation a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that made him arch up against Hotch. He stared up at Hotch, drinking in the expression on his face.
Hotch wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the tight heat of muscle around him, so different from being with a woman, but wonderful. It sent shivers down Hotch's spine, and he groaned, shifting against Morgan again. It was oddly freeing this time, having sex with Morgan and knowing he was officially single. "Derek," he breathed, thrusting shallowly.
"Yes." Morgan ran his hands over Hotch's skin, his lips parted as he panted for breath. He had a sudden mad panic as he wondered if he really had locked the door, then reassured himself that he had. And then he forgot about it entirely as Hotch's eyelids lowered a little and Morgan found himself captivated by the dark eyes and long, dark eyelashes. Hotch's gaze was warm, and it sent thrills straight through Morgan.
Hotch thrust again at Morgan's prompting, taking in the way Morgan's body responded to him, arching against each thrust. His eyes were focused on Morgan, traveling over his lips and throat, and then he lowered his head to draw his tongue along Morgan's collar bone, pushing a bit more sharply into Morgan.
"Harder," Morgan breathed, sliding a hand into Hotch's hair. His other hand traveled down the lean back, tracing Hotch's spine and skating across his shoulder blade. "Aaron, more..." It hit him suddenly that he wanted this intimate connection almost as much as he wanted the physical pleasure. It meant something that Hotch shared this small part of himself only with Morgan.
Hotch reached down to brace Morgan's hip, groaning as he sped and started to work his hips into a steady, but demanding rhythm. His eyes fluttered shut, just letting the feeling of Morgan's body course through him, the sound of Morgan's voice in his ears. When he opened his eyes, Morgan was watching him, and his lips curled a little, liking the way Morgan looked at him.
He wanted to take his time this time, but they weren't exactly in the best location to let this draw out, so he reached down and curled his fingers around Morgan, his smile widening at the expression that crossed Morgan's face when he started to stroke Morgan in rhythm with his thrusts.
"You're--ahh--so gorgeous," Morgan gasped, trying to remember to keep his voice low. "Taking me like this--Aaron..." He was quickly losing coherence to the overwhelming flood of pleasure Hotch was washing over him. He wrapped his other leg around Hotch's waist, urging him deeper. He couldn't look away from the smile on Hotch's face.
Hotch let Morgan pull him deeper, liking the way Morgan's strong legs felt around him. "So fucking gorgeous when you're-- mine," Hotch panted, his hand squeezing Morgan. Hotch suddenly wanted to make Morgan scream with pleasure, and he hoped he'd have an opportunity to do that next time.
Morgan shuddered, groaning. Yours, he thought, and ignored the jolt ofsomething that sent through him. "Aaron--Aaron--" He was close, he needed just a little more... He gazed hungrily up at Hotch, his fingers digging into Hotch's skin.
Hotch hissed at the grip Morgan's fingers took on him, and leaned in, brushing his lips over Morgan's jaw, liking the stubble against them. Tension was coiling in his chest, though, and the noises Morgan was making were driving a hunger through Hotch. He licked his way down to Morgan's Adam's apple and bit, lightly at first, but then let his teeth move lower, increasing the pressure at he went and listening to the way Morgan reacted.
Oh, God! Morgan arched as a jolt of lust went through him like he'd been struck by lightning. His hands slipped a little, the nails digging in, and a groan shook him. Close, he could feel it building fast, like a dam about to break, he was so fucking close!
Hotch groaned at the feel of Morgan's nails, oddly liking the slight pain, liking that it reminded him he was with Morgan, someone strong and powerful. He could feel the tension in Morgan's body starting to build, so he moved lower, where he knew Morgan's t-shirt would cover, and bit again, this time hard enough that it might leave a mark.
"Ahh!" Morgan gasped, forgetting to be quiet for a moment. He pressed his lips together and dragged in a deep breath through his nose, and then Hotch's next thrust sent him hurtling over the edge. His mouth opened, but he just gasped as he came, clutching at Hotch.
Hotch gasped and slowed when Morgan clenched around him, orgasm coursing through him. Hotch turned his head, pressing his cheek to Morgan's chest for a moment, panting hard. When Morgan was through, Hotch lifted his head to kiss Morgan softly, picking up the rhythm of his hips at a more lingering pace, letting himself fully feel how pliant Morgan was from his release. "Derek, Derek," he breathed.
Morgan felt like he was melting. He slid his arms around Hotch again, loving how close they were, how they were breathing the same air, their lips brushing. He panted, his eyes wanting to close even as he fought to keep them open, to watch the wonderful expression on Hotch's face. "Yes, Aaron, yes..."
Hotch knew he wouldn't last much longer - Morgan's orgasm had seen to getting his body humming. He knew they wouldn't discuss this either, this languid, almost loving slide of their bodies, not once it was over. Hotch wanted it though, and Morgan was responding rather than tensing. He kissed Morgan again, humming with building need. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Perfect," Morgan echoed, his fingers in Hotch's hair again. He clenched around Hotch's cock, wishing he could read Hotch's expression but unwilling to let him pull away. "God, Aaron."
"Mmm," Hotch hummed, feeling his body racing toward release, but he refused to speed up. He wanted to really feel this, and somehow, even if Morgan wouldn't understand it, show Morgan that it did mean a lot to him that he was allowed to do this. He trailed his lips along Morgan's jaw as he pushed inside, and then all the tension released, and he came, stilling inside of Morgan with a long, breathy moan.
Morgan tightened his arms around Hotch and clenched around his cock, trying to enhance his climax as much as he could. He felt as though he shouldn't like how close this felt, how it felt like more than just a fuck...but he did like it. He brushed his cheek along Hotch's. "You're amazing."
Hotch breathed a laugh, but his mind wasn't quite working well enough yet through the haze of release, so he just drew his nose along Morgan's cheek, letting himself enjoy this. "Thanks," he murmured.
Morgan laughed, too, running his fingers through Hotch's hair. It was addictive, messing up the usually un-mess-able Aaron Hotchner. "We have to do this again." His heart jumped a little when he said it, despite knowing they both wanted it.
Hotch lifted his head and smiled at Morgan, shifting slightly to pull out of him. "I thought we'd already decided that."
"Just want to make sure," Morgan murmured. He skated his fingertips along Hotch's cheekbone, taking in the relaxed, open expression. "You're gorgeous," he murmured. Hotch looked well-fucked. It was a very good look on him.
Hotch felt his smile go even wider, and he leaned in and kissed Morgan again, tracing his fingertips along Morgan's jaw. He hated to move, but he knew they needed to. "We shouldn't linger," he murmured.
Morgan hummed and kissed him again. He knew they shouldn't, but he didn't want to let go. It was stupid, considering he knew he would have this again. "Yeah."
Hotch looked down at Morgan for another long moment, and then reluctantly pulled back, running his hands through his hair and wondering idly if he could get it to go back to normal before they left. He pulled the condom off, then stared at his trash can for a minute. The cleaning service really didn't need to find that in there. "I can't believe I just did that," he murmured absently, wrapping the condom in a tissue.
Morgan grinned lazily, watching him. "Yeah, I figured you were gonna insist we take it elsewhere," he admitted. "I'm glad you didn't." He sat up gingerly, trying not to dislodge anything else. "I think I'll enjoy paperwork more from now on."
Hotch glanced up at Morgan. "Not as much as I will," he said, giving Morgan a tiny wink before he continued about cleaning up, pulling his pants up from where they were still around his ankles.
Morgan's eyebrows went up, and it took all his willpower not to jump Hotch again. God, that was good to see. Hotch had been affected badly by the divorce; they all knew that, even if most of the team chose to pretend otherwise. Morgan was glad to see him regaining some of the confidence that had been shaken by Haley's leaving. "You're so fucking sexy," he blurted, staring at Hotch for another moment before finally pushing away from the desk to find his pants.
Hotch was grinning to himself, thinking this might just be the best he'd felt in a long while. He shrugged after a moment, though, not responding as he pushed the tissue into his pocket (hoping he'd wrapped it well enough not to leave a sticky mess in his pants) and walked around the desk to pull his shirt back on. "You're going to have to fix my hair. I don't have a mirror in here." He could probably do it by feel, but he couldn't quite bite down the urge to want Morgan to touch him even when they weren't coupling.
Morgan grabbed a couple of tissues to clean himself up. He grinned at Hotch's words. "But I worked so hard to mess it up," he protested, not minding at all the chance to keep touching Hotch. He tugged his boxers and jeans back on and shoved the wadded up tissues into his pocket, which was kind of gross, but he supposed safer than leaving them here. He crossed the room without putting his shirt back on and started attempting to straighten Hotch's hair. He only managed to resist for a moment the urge to lean in and kiss him again.
Hotch smiled against Morgan's lips, but kissed him back, letting Morgan lead for a moment. It felt good, Morgan's lips on him and Morgan's fingers threading through his hair. He pulled back after a moment, though. "This is getting us nowhere fast," he breathed.
"It's getting your hair a little less messy," Morgan said, smiling. He straightened Hotch's hair a little more, then shook his head. "I don't suppose you have a bottle of water in here? It would behave better if you wet it down a little." He knew it was reckless, but he felt a little proud of himself for messing Hotch up so thoroughly.
"Yeah, in the mini-fridge," Hotch said, and grabbed his tie as Morgan went to get the water. "It would behave if someone didn't seem to like messing it up so much," he added, pulling his tie on under his collar and starting to tie it. Morgan was still half-naked, but Hotch had to stay and clean up his office anyway, so it seemed only fair that he was dressing so much faster.
Morgan got the water and dribbled a little into his hands over a potted plant, then ran his fingers through Hotch's hair again. He couldn't quite suppress the pang of disappointment to see Hotch's everyday facade coming back together. Then again, it was nice, knowing he was the only one who got to see Hotch this way. When that was done, he went ahead and drank half the water, then offered the rest of the bottle to Hotch.
Hotch took the bottle and took a drink, then placed it on his desk. God, they'd made a mess. He picked his jacket off the floor, but just draped it over the edge of the desk for now and looked at Morgan. He was gorgeous, and he was standing in Hotch's office half naked. It was still a little hard to believe. "I've got to clean up," he murmured.
Morgan found his belt on the other side of the desk and threaded it back through his jeans. "You want some help?" He figured Hotch would say no, give Morgan a chance to leave the office ahead of him. It didn't stop a pang of disappointment.
"No," Hotch said. "You should go ahead." He leaned in and kissed Morgan briefly, not wanting him to leave wondering if the talk of doing this again was just talk or not, though Hotch was already slipping fast back into work-mode.
He wandered around the desk, and reached down to pick up Morgan's wallet. "Dropped this," he said, smiling softly as he held it out.
Morgan laughed. "Oh, I'd be missing that as soon as I tried to pay for supper." He let his fingers brush Hotch's when he took it. "Thanks." He studied Hotch's face for a moment, then leaned in for one more kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured, and pulled away slowly. It was a good feeling, being certain they both wanted this again.
Hotch found himself wondering if Morgan ever cooked, or if he just existed on take out, then shook himself as bit as Morgan kissed him. "Bright and early," he whispered, and watched Morgan head out of the office.
Wanting Reid
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing:Hotch/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~6,600
Summary: Several weeks after Morgan and Hotch share one night in a hotel room in New Jersey, Morgan finally does something about his unexpected jealousy.
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format. This is the second installment of a four-part series (eventual Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts to be posted this week). The first installment, Helping Morgan, should be read for context.
Morgan frowned at the paperwork spread across his desk, trying to ignore the laughter coming from Hotch's office. Reid had been in there for nearly half an hour, and they obviously weren't talking about work. Morgan couldn't push down the rising tide of jealousy, and it frustrated him--both because he wasn't sure whom he was jealous of, and because he was jealous at all. He didn't have a right to be jealous of either of them. Reid had never looked at him like that, as much as Morgan would have liked him to. And Hotch...
Sex with Hotch had been a one-time thing. That had become obvious over the weeks and months that followed the case in New Jersey, where Morgan had injured his knee. Where Hotch had fucked him, showing Morgan a side of himself that Morgan was certain no one else had ever seen. Where Morgan had realized When Harry Met Sally got it right: sex did get in the way.
He sighed and dragged his attention back to the report he was filling out. Jealousy wasn't getting him anywhere. Still, he couldn't help wondering...were they fucking? He hadn't seen any signs of it, no shared glances or murmured conversations in the kitchenette, no sitting together at the round tables. But Reid still watched Hotch with a near-worshipful air when he thought no one but Morgan was looking. And Hotch...
Hotch was watching Reid.
It was possible he thought no one noticed. It was possible--just--that he didn't realize himself he was doing it. But Morgan had seen the speculative light in Hotch's dark eyes. He'd noticed the way Hotch spent a little too much time near Reid. And for whatever reason, it was driving Morgan to distraction.
Finally, finally, Reid came out of Hotch's office, and Morgan had to look away to keep from glaring at the kid. It would only confuse him, since he knew nothing about the night Morgan and Hotch had shared. He knew Morgan thought Hotch was gorgeous, but it hadn't seemed right to gossip to Reid about actually having sex with Hotch, no matter how much Morgan had originally wanted to.
That desire had waned over the intervening weeks, as he'd noticed the almost gravitational pull between Reid and Hotch. Morgan didn't want to do anything to contribute to it. And it drove him crazy that he didn't know whether he was jealous of Hotch because he was without a doubt capable of giving Reid the emotional stability--the relationship--Reid needed and deserved...or if he was jealous of Reid because he was the focus of Hotch's attention.
"I think you're going to miss your train," Morgan told Reid, which was mean of him, since it was just past six and the train would still be running for hours. But he knew how much Reid hated waiting at the station, so he watched impassively as Reid hastily packed up his satchel and took off out of the office almost at a run.
JJ was in her office, and Garcia was still in her bunker, but aside from that, the team was gone. The bullpen was entirely empty, except for Morgan. He glanced at Hotch's office. Hotch probably didn't even realize Morgan was still here.
Good.
Coming to a sudden decision, Morgan pushed his chair back and strode towards Hotch's office. He didn't bother knocking, just shoved the door open and stepped inside, ignoring the startled way Hotch's head came up. He shut the door and locked it, then stalked around the desk to stand behind Hotch. Leaning over him, Morgan planted a hand on either side of the chair, resting on the desk. He lowered his head until his lips were nearly brushing Hotch's ear, and whispered.
"Are you fucking him yet?"
Hotch wasn't oblivious to the set of dark eyes on him lately -- two sets actually, the first was a gaze he'd apparently missed for so long, even if now he couldn't look away from it, and the second was a gaze that was new. Morgan was watching him, had been watching him and Reid since the night Hotch had slept with Morgan. While the jealousy wasn't unexpected -- Hotch had told Morgan, after all, that sex changed everything -- this confrontation, in the office, was.
It wasn't that Hotch hadn't wanted to be with Morgan again. He did. He just wasn't exactly sure how to approach it, and as he had told Morgan the first night they'd been together, he wasn't ready for a long-term relationship. He had never had a sexual relationship that was not also an emotional one. And even if he had been ready for a commitment right now, he knew it wouldn't be with Morgan. As much as Hotch tried not to focus on Reid, even with the knowledge that Reid did focus on him, Reid was more "relationship material" than Morgan was. For all Morgan's recent jealousy, Hotch was fairly certain if he tried to make Morgan commit, Morgan would panic and possibly lose interest completely. Hotch wasn't opposed to more "casual sex", even if he'd never had a casual sexual relationship before, but part of him had been wondering how long it would take for it to sink in with Morgan that it did make things different. When it did, would Morgan still be interested?
Apparently, the idea had sunk in, and Morgan was still interested if he even cared what Hotch was doing with Reid... or wasn't doing, as was the case.
Hotch closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, biting down his immediate defensive reaction that it really wasn't Morgan's business, then eventually turned to look at Morgan, ignoring that they were face to face, mere centimeters away from touching. "Do you think this is an appropriate conversation to be having here?" he murmured, his voice low due to their proximity. His gaze flicked to the blinds in his office windows, and he was thankful they were drawn shut.
"Why not? This is where everything else happens," Morgan replied. He didn't pull away, just kept watching Hotch, trying--and failing, he was sure--to veil the anger, the jealousy, in his eyes.
"Exactly what everything else are you even talking about, Morgan?" Hotch replied, not moving either, though the defensive tone was starting to creep slowly into his voice and his jaw tensed.
"The being around each other. The watching. Hell, Hotch, we fucked while we were on a case." Morgan kept his voice low, even though some of his own anger was slipping into it. "Why not talk about it here? Do you have a better idea? Dinner and drinks?"
"Why not talk about it here? Because this is my office, not some private hotel room out of state," Hotch said, raising his voice a hair. He finally curled his fingers into the front of Morgan's shirt and pushed Morgan back from him, the motion gentle, but strong. Morgan wasn't going to bully him about this or anything else, and he certainly wasn't going to do it standing over Hotch in Hotch's own office. His gaze was hard. "I told you sex changes everything."
Morgan's hands gripped Hotch's wrists, not to pull him away but to keep him from letting go. God. That right there was exactly why Morgan couldn't walk away from this. Hotch could match him for strength and anger--even though he was normally a quiet, self-controlled man--when he could be provoked to let his control slip. "Hasn't changed anything between us as far as I can see," Morgan bit out. It had only changed the way Morgan looked at Hotch.
Hotch's gaze narrowed. "If it hasn't, how is it any of your business who I may or may not be sleeping with?" he countered, using Morgan's grip on his wrist to help pull himself out of his chair so that he was on level with Morgan's gaze finally.
The words felt like a slap in the face, and Morgan's mouth fell open for a bare second. Then he clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening. "Right. Fine, not my business." He let go of Hotch's wrists and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "But Reid isn't the sort of guy you fuck around with. He's not like me. So watch yourself, because if anyone hurts someone I care about, it is my business." He leaned away, waiting for Hotch to release him.
If Morgan thought Hotch was going to buy that Morgan was just going to drop this, forget about it after he left this room after coming in here like this, he was fooling himself. Hotch didn't let go of Morgan's shirt. He wasn't feeling particularly generous right now, but he also didn't want Morgan to walk out angry, because that would only make matters worse. "I know he's not 'that sort'," he said, dropping his voice into a slightly milder register and holding Morgan's gaze, his own implying he expected Morgan not to look away either. "Which is why I haven't touched him and don't intend to. Furthermore, I hardly 'fucked around' with you, and you know it."
Morgan narrowed his eyes, hating the way Hotch's last statement made him feel like he was acting like a jilted girl. "I didn't say you fucked around with me," he snapped, then took a breath to try to regain his hold on his temper. "I'm the kind of guy who can take that. One night stands are par for the course with me, fine. My point is, Reid isn't like that. He's better than me."
Hotch's brows furrowed. He'd already gotten the impression that there was more to this than what Morgan was saying. A lot more. But now he was starting to wonder if Morgan wanted Reid too. He stared at Morgan for a minute, and then let him go, not bothering to hide in his expression that he'd figured part of this out. His voice was oddly calm when he spoke again. "Firstly, if you believe that, you're wrong, and if you believe that I treat you with any less respect than I do him, you're not paying very close attention. Secondly, it bears repeating that I haven't touched him, nor do I intend to." He crossed his arms and drew a deep breath, keeping his eyes on Morgan. "Thirdly, you never wanted a one night stand with me, did you?"
Morgan took an involuntary step back, though he kept his gaze on Hotch's. He couldn't sort through the words fast enough to figure out which he should respond to first. The first statement made him sound like he'd been whining that Reid was getting special treatment. The last made him sound...needy. It made him want to lash out, except it wasn't exactly Hotch's fault, was it? "I didn't say you were treating me any differently." It sounded weak, and he knew it.
"I know you didn't." Hotch didn't move, noting how Morgan had stepped away, and the sudden lack of conviction in his voice. Hotch suspected this wasn't the end of the anger, however. "You didn't answer my question," he added simply.
"We never said either way," Morgan said, and then wanted to hit something. How did Hotch keep tricking him into speaking unguardedly? We never said, as if we was something that existed. "A casual fuck, no strings attached, were my words. And you said you didn't want a relationship. That pretty much means one night stand, doesn't it?" He folded his arms, too, hardening his gaze. "It's not like either one of us has been pining away. It hasn't got in the way of our work."
Hotch's eyebrows lifted. "Oh, you mean other than that time you barged into my office and demanded to know if I was fucking someone else." His jaw tightened again in spite of himself at the effort it was taking not to become angry again. "I'm not asking what we said -- though I do recall you saying you wanted to do it again on at least one occasion. I'm asking what you wanted."
Morgan stared at him, noting the spark of anger in Hotch's gaze and aroused by it in spite of himself. "You're deliberately trying to make me sound like a jealous girlfriend!" he snapped, hoping Hotch would focus on that instead of noticing the sheer desire that was suddenly running through Morgan's veins.
"You're sounding like that without any help from me," Hotch said, and it wasn't what he'd meant to say at all, but there was something in Morgan's gaze now that made Hotch want to push him even more. He took a step toward Morgan. "Is there any other reason you can give me as to why you've been watching me and Reid, wondering what we're doing behind closed doors?"
"You should be glad I was the only one in the bullpen just now!" Morgan shot back, his voice rising a little. "You think I'm the only one who can notice these things? You work with a team of profilers, Aaron, it's not like they're all blind!" As soon as he spit the words out he realized, with a shock of cold down his spine, that he'd accidentally used Hotch's first name.
The first name threw Hotch for a second, but then his lips curled in spite of himself. "You're the only one who cares who I'm fucking, Derek," he said, lowering his voice again and moving closer. "Do you realize you've avoided every single question I've asked you since you walked in the room?"
It wasn't true, but Morgan would only look childish if he pointed that out. "Fine," he bit out, spreading his hands. "What do you want to know?" God, this had been a bad idea. He should have just gone to the gym and taken his frustrations out on a punching bag or a sparring partner, the way he had been for weeks now.
"For the third time, I asked what you wanted. I also asked why you've been watching us," Hotch said, using 'us' on purpose instead of 'me and Reid' this time. "And I'll ask you now, does it drive you more crazy that I'm watching him, or that he's watching me?"
"I don't know!" Morgan admitted, his voice tight with frustration. "I don't know, all right? Damn it, Hotch!" He'd just wanted something casual, something easy and with no emotions stronger than friendship and desire. But the thought that he couldn't have more, that Hotch would prefer Reid over him...it made sense, because Reid was relationship material, where Morgan wasn't...but it still hurt. And the fact that it hurt made him angry. And Morgan had a feeling that Hotch knew all of that, and was just asking to get under his skin.
Hotch watched Morgan, but he chose to let the silence hang for a long moment, until it almost seemed too long. That hadn't been the response he'd been hoping to get, but he could see Morgan's confusion and he understood it. He knew Morgan, maybe too well. "So what are we doing right now?"
Morgan had always preferred action to talk. Words could be twisted to mean anything. Actions were a clear indication of personality and intent. So when words failed him, he resorted to action. He grabbed the front of Hotch's jacket, pushed him back against the desk, and kissed him hard.
Hotch returned the kiss with matching intensity, sliding his arms around Morgan, his hands moving down to grip Morgan's ass and pull Morgan against him. "I suddenly feel like a consolation prize," he breathed.
"I want you," Morgan said, his voice low and hungry. Just the fact that Hotch kissed him back freed his tongue a little, made it easier to admit things like that again. He didn't throw it back in your face, Morgan reminded himself. You never said anything. Maybe he didn't say anything for the same reasons you didn't. "Maybe what I'm jealous of is his innocence," he murmured. "He doesn't know that you know, so he can seek out your company without feeling awkward about it." That seemed like too great an admission, so he kissed Hotch again, longer and more demanding, to keep him from responding.
Hotch didn't think that was really the reason Morgan was jealous, but it was a reason, and one Hotch hadn't expected or thought Morgan would admit. "Have I made you feel unwelcome?" Hotch murmured, his fingers sliding up under the back of Morgan's shirt.
"No. But you're my boss. You're not allowed to make me feel unwelcome." Morgan lifted his head to kiss Hotch's jaw. "Maybe you were right," he whispered. "About sex changing things." He shifted so their hips aligned better, sucking in a breath at the thrill that sent through him.
Hotch laughed softly, and groaned at the way Morgan moved against him. God, they shouldn't be doing this here. "I know I was," he breathed, and kissed Morgan again. "I want you. I've wanted you."
"God, yes," Morgan murmured between kisses. "Been driving me crazy." He finally let go of Hotch's jacket so he could slip his hands underneath, sliding them around to press against Hotch's back. "You're so fucking sexy."
"You almost make me believe that," Hotch said; of course he'd had a lot of help from Reid lately, even if Reid didn't realize it. "This is a bad idea," he whispered.
"I locked the door," Morgan whispered back, rolling his hips against Hotch's. "I don't think I can wait long enough for you to leave separately from me and drive to my house." He nipped teasingly at Hotch's jaw.
"You've waited this long," Hotch breathed, but Morgan was slowly undoing him, and he let his head drop back a bit as Morgan's teeth worked over him, his hands sliding up Morgan's back some more. "Was anyone in the bullpen?"
"I wouldn't have come in to yell at you unless it was empty," Morgan murmured, licking at Hotch's earlobe. "JJ's in her office, so we'll have to use the desk and not the wall." He sucked the earlobe into his mouth, letting his eyes fall mostly shut.
"Oh, God," Hotch moaned, but kept his voice down as much as he could. First, he was sleeping with team members. Now, he was fucking team members against his desk. "What time is it?"
Morgan pulled away slowly, dragging his teeth along the skin. "Six-thirty," he murmured, sliding one hand down into the back of Hotch's waistband. "Strauss is gone, Rossi's gone, it's just JJ and Garcia, and neither one of them will bother you with your door locked. They'll think you're gone." Garcia might see Morgan's bike out in the lot, but she would just think he was in one of the workout rooms. "So shut up and fuck me."
Hotch was about to argue that they knew he generally left after everyone else did, but when Morgan issued that order, Hotch groaned and thrust up against him, his fingers curling in Morgan's shirt and tugging to get it off.
Humming, Morgan leaned away just enough for Hotch to get his t-shirt off, then leaned in again for a hard kiss, his fingers rising to work at Hotch's tie. "Want to see you," he murmured against Hotch's lips.
"Mmm-hmm," Hotch hummed, and started to pull his suit jacket off, ignoring the flutter of paper that fell to the floor when he got it off and tossed it behind him. This was a very bad idea, and it was already making a mess he was going to have to clean up later, but Hotch was having a hard time caring. He drew his fingers down Morgan's chest and leaned in to bite at Morgan's neck, hard enough to spur Morgan on but not leave a mark.
Morgan gasped and arched against him, whipping the tie out from under Hotch's collar. "Sexy," he murmured, unbuttoning Hotch's shirt. He knew this was a bad idea, from fucking his boss in the first place to fucking in the office. But in the rising heat of passion, all the petty jealousies and odd uncertainties faded away, and this was all he cared about.
Hotch pulled his shirt off and tossed it the way of his jacket when Morgan finished with the buttons, then slid his hands into the back of Morgan's jeans and squeezed Morgan's ass, rocking against him. "I've thought about that night a lot," he whispered against Morgan's lips.
"God, so have I," Morgan moaned quietly. He was breathing hard already, his fingers roaming over Hotch's torso, tracing the scars he found by touch, skating across his nipples. "Aaron."
"Derek," Hotch returned, his fingers finding Morgan's belt and tugging at it, licking his lips at the feel of Morgan's hands. He realized after a moment that they had no lube, and he'd never received before... and while he thought it was only fair to reciprocate what Morgan had given him last time, the absence of proper lubrication only strengthened the idea that Hotch wasn't really sure he wanted to bottom for Morgan. "Do you want to...?" he started, then trailed off.
"I want you to fuck me," Morgan said, pinching lightly at a nipple. "But I want to be able to touch you better this time." And watch. Last time had been fantastic, but it had been more about feeling and less about seeing. This time he wanted to watch while Hotch took him apart.
Hotch didn't hesitate to turn them both so that Morgan was against the desk, which scooted about a foot across the floor from the force of the shift but (blessedly) didn't make too much noise. "Good, because I want to see you," Hotch said, and yanked Morgan's belt free.
Morgan tilted his head up to kiss Hotch again, shivers of lust running through him. Hotch was strong and uncompromising. Morgan had never wanted another man the way he wanted Hotch. "Yes," he murmured, his hands running down Hotch's stomach to work his belt and pants open. "Sexy."
Once Hotch got Morgan's pants down, he wrapped an arm around Morgan and kissed him hard, pressing him back against the desk a little more. "We don't have lubrication," he murmured, his free hand sliding down to Morgan's hip, his fingertips brushing Morgan's cock.
"Spit," Morgan panted. He grabbed at his jeans to fish his wallet out of the back pocket. "And a lubricated condom," he added, half laughing. He slid his free hand up into Hotch's hair, messing it up.
Hotch wasn't entirely sure about this, but Morgan seemed confident, and seemed to have done it before, so Hotch just gave him a slow smile. "You're a genius," he murmured and kissed Morgan, then ignored the little jolt of... something those words caused. Hotch licked his lips when he pulled back and glanced up, feigning exasperation at the way his hair was now sticking on end, and took the condom from Morgan, nudging him to sit on the edge of the desk.
Morgan laughed again and shifted onto the desk. "Wrong guy," he teased, ignoring the tiny tug in his gut that reminded him they both wanted Reid. We want each other, too, he reminded himself, and hooked a leg around Hotch's waist, urging him closer. "You look good like that."
"Right," Hotch said, letting his pants and underwear slip down as Morgan pulled him closer. He pulled open the condom packet, and rolled it on, then leaned against Morgan, pressing him flat on his back against the desk. "I'll never be able to look at paperwork the same way again," he murmured, his cock pressing against Morgan's.
Morgan shuddered with pleasure, his eyelids lowering. "You'll remember me like this," he said, his voice going husky. He liked that thought. "Looking at you like you're the only other man in the world." He shifted and heard the slap of his wallet hitting the floor. "You're the only man who's ever had me like this," he murmured.
Hotch held Morgan's gaze, smiling at Morgan's assessment. It was pretty dead on, but when Morgan finished, Hotch blinked at him, then leaned up to kiss Morgan tenderly. "Why are you letting me?"
"Because you're..." Morgan trailed off, studying Hotch's face as he tried to figure out how to put it into words. "You're strong and calm, but you've got this fire underneath. It gets me..." Gets me hot, he'd meant to say, but that wasn't just it, either. Morgan slid his arms around Hotch, pulling him down for a kiss. "It wasn't just a one night stand," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. When it came down to it, Morgan worshiped Hotch as much as Reid did, just in a different way. Hotch was the man Morgan wished he could be.
Hotch watched Morgan for a minute, his breath heavy against Morgan's lips, his mind trying to wrap around this new information. He pressed his lips to Morgan's again, his kisses soft, almost thankful. "Good. Don't make me wait so long next time," he murmured, trying for a light tone.
He slicked himself with spit, and pressed the head of his cock against Morgan's entrance, leaning his face against Morgan's neck for a moment and breathing hard. "My... my divorce went through three weeks ago. I haven't... told anyone." He wondered why he felt like he had to tell Morgan that just now, but put it down to Morgan having just shared what he had with Hotch.
Morgan had been smiling at Hotch's order, but it slid off his face at the mention of the divorce. He tightened his arms briefly. "Good," he murmured. "I hated feeling like the other woman." His tone was anything but light; he hoped Hotch knew he wasn't making fun. "Fuck me, Aaron."
In spite of himself, and even the less than joking tone of Morgan's voice, that made Hotch smile softly. He breathed a laugh after a moment, and pulled back to kiss Morgan, pressing inside of him slowly as he did and moaning against his lips.
Morgan tried to hold in a groan and failed, his arms slipping a little so he could clutch at Hotch's shoulders. "God!" he hissed after a moment, the stretching sensation a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that made him arch up against Hotch. He stared up at Hotch, drinking in the expression on his face.
Hotch wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the tight heat of muscle around him, so different from being with a woman, but wonderful. It sent shivers down Hotch's spine, and he groaned, shifting against Morgan again. It was oddly freeing this time, having sex with Morgan and knowing he was officially single. "Derek," he breathed, thrusting shallowly.
"Yes." Morgan ran his hands over Hotch's skin, his lips parted as he panted for breath. He had a sudden mad panic as he wondered if he really had locked the door, then reassured himself that he had. And then he forgot about it entirely as Hotch's eyelids lowered a little and Morgan found himself captivated by the dark eyes and long, dark eyelashes. Hotch's gaze was warm, and it sent thrills straight through Morgan.
Hotch thrust again at Morgan's prompting, taking in the way Morgan's body responded to him, arching against each thrust. His eyes were focused on Morgan, traveling over his lips and throat, and then he lowered his head to draw his tongue along Morgan's collar bone, pushing a bit more sharply into Morgan.
"Harder," Morgan breathed, sliding a hand into Hotch's hair. His other hand traveled down the lean back, tracing Hotch's spine and skating across his shoulder blade. "Aaron, more..." It hit him suddenly that he wanted this intimate connection almost as much as he wanted the physical pleasure. It meant something that Hotch shared this small part of himself only with Morgan.
Hotch reached down to brace Morgan's hip, groaning as he sped and started to work his hips into a steady, but demanding rhythm. His eyes fluttered shut, just letting the feeling of Morgan's body course through him, the sound of Morgan's voice in his ears. When he opened his eyes, Morgan was watching him, and his lips curled a little, liking the way Morgan looked at him.
He wanted to take his time this time, but they weren't exactly in the best location to let this draw out, so he reached down and curled his fingers around Morgan, his smile widening at the expression that crossed Morgan's face when he started to stroke Morgan in rhythm with his thrusts.
"You're--ahh--so gorgeous," Morgan gasped, trying to remember to keep his voice low. "Taking me like this--Aaron..." He was quickly losing coherence to the overwhelming flood of pleasure Hotch was washing over him. He wrapped his other leg around Hotch's waist, urging him deeper. He couldn't look away from the smile on Hotch's face.
Hotch let Morgan pull him deeper, liking the way Morgan's strong legs felt around him. "So fucking gorgeous when you're-- mine," Hotch panted, his hand squeezing Morgan. Hotch suddenly wanted to make Morgan scream with pleasure, and he hoped he'd have an opportunity to do that next time.
Morgan shuddered, groaning. Yours, he thought, and ignored the jolt ofsomething that sent through him. "Aaron--Aaron--" He was close, he needed just a little more... He gazed hungrily up at Hotch, his fingers digging into Hotch's skin.
Hotch hissed at the grip Morgan's fingers took on him, and leaned in, brushing his lips over Morgan's jaw, liking the stubble against them. Tension was coiling in his chest, though, and the noises Morgan was making were driving a hunger through Hotch. He licked his way down to Morgan's Adam's apple and bit, lightly at first, but then let his teeth move lower, increasing the pressure at he went and listening to the way Morgan reacted.
Oh, God! Morgan arched as a jolt of lust went through him like he'd been struck by lightning. His hands slipped a little, the nails digging in, and a groan shook him. Close, he could feel it building fast, like a dam about to break, he was so fucking close!
Hotch groaned at the feel of Morgan's nails, oddly liking the slight pain, liking that it reminded him he was with Morgan, someone strong and powerful. He could feel the tension in Morgan's body starting to build, so he moved lower, where he knew Morgan's t-shirt would cover, and bit again, this time hard enough that it might leave a mark.
"Ahh!" Morgan gasped, forgetting to be quiet for a moment. He pressed his lips together and dragged in a deep breath through his nose, and then Hotch's next thrust sent him hurtling over the edge. His mouth opened, but he just gasped as he came, clutching at Hotch.
Hotch gasped and slowed when Morgan clenched around him, orgasm coursing through him. Hotch turned his head, pressing his cheek to Morgan's chest for a moment, panting hard. When Morgan was through, Hotch lifted his head to kiss Morgan softly, picking up the rhythm of his hips at a more lingering pace, letting himself fully feel how pliant Morgan was from his release. "Derek, Derek," he breathed.
Morgan felt like he was melting. He slid his arms around Hotch again, loving how close they were, how they were breathing the same air, their lips brushing. He panted, his eyes wanting to close even as he fought to keep them open, to watch the wonderful expression on Hotch's face. "Yes, Aaron, yes..."
Hotch knew he wouldn't last much longer - Morgan's orgasm had seen to getting his body humming. He knew they wouldn't discuss this either, this languid, almost loving slide of their bodies, not once it was over. Hotch wanted it though, and Morgan was responding rather than tensing. He kissed Morgan again, humming with building need. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Perfect," Morgan echoed, his fingers in Hotch's hair again. He clenched around Hotch's cock, wishing he could read Hotch's expression but unwilling to let him pull away. "God, Aaron."
"Mmm," Hotch hummed, feeling his body racing toward release, but he refused to speed up. He wanted to really feel this, and somehow, even if Morgan wouldn't understand it, show Morgan that it did mean a lot to him that he was allowed to do this. He trailed his lips along Morgan's jaw as he pushed inside, and then all the tension released, and he came, stilling inside of Morgan with a long, breathy moan.
Morgan tightened his arms around Hotch and clenched around his cock, trying to enhance his climax as much as he could. He felt as though he shouldn't like how close this felt, how it felt like more than just a fuck...but he did like it. He brushed his cheek along Hotch's. "You're amazing."
Hotch breathed a laugh, but his mind wasn't quite working well enough yet through the haze of release, so he just drew his nose along Morgan's cheek, letting himself enjoy this. "Thanks," he murmured.
Morgan laughed, too, running his fingers through Hotch's hair. It was addictive, messing up the usually un-mess-able Aaron Hotchner. "We have to do this again." His heart jumped a little when he said it, despite knowing they both wanted it.
Hotch lifted his head and smiled at Morgan, shifting slightly to pull out of him. "I thought we'd already decided that."
"Just want to make sure," Morgan murmured. He skated his fingertips along Hotch's cheekbone, taking in the relaxed, open expression. "You're gorgeous," he murmured. Hotch looked well-fucked. It was a very good look on him.
Hotch felt his smile go even wider, and he leaned in and kissed Morgan again, tracing his fingertips along Morgan's jaw. He hated to move, but he knew they needed to. "We shouldn't linger," he murmured.
Morgan hummed and kissed him again. He knew they shouldn't, but he didn't want to let go. It was stupid, considering he knew he would have this again. "Yeah."
Hotch looked down at Morgan for another long moment, and then reluctantly pulled back, running his hands through his hair and wondering idly if he could get it to go back to normal before they left. He pulled the condom off, then stared at his trash can for a minute. The cleaning service really didn't need to find that in there. "I can't believe I just did that," he murmured absently, wrapping the condom in a tissue.
Morgan grinned lazily, watching him. "Yeah, I figured you were gonna insist we take it elsewhere," he admitted. "I'm glad you didn't." He sat up gingerly, trying not to dislodge anything else. "I think I'll enjoy paperwork more from now on."
Hotch glanced up at Morgan. "Not as much as I will," he said, giving Morgan a tiny wink before he continued about cleaning up, pulling his pants up from where they were still around his ankles.
Morgan's eyebrows went up, and it took all his willpower not to jump Hotch again. God, that was good to see. Hotch had been affected badly by the divorce; they all knew that, even if most of the team chose to pretend otherwise. Morgan was glad to see him regaining some of the confidence that had been shaken by Haley's leaving. "You're so fucking sexy," he blurted, staring at Hotch for another moment before finally pushing away from the desk to find his pants.
Hotch was grinning to himself, thinking this might just be the best he'd felt in a long while. He shrugged after a moment, though, not responding as he pushed the tissue into his pocket (hoping he'd wrapped it well enough not to leave a sticky mess in his pants) and walked around the desk to pull his shirt back on. "You're going to have to fix my hair. I don't have a mirror in here." He could probably do it by feel, but he couldn't quite bite down the urge to want Morgan to touch him even when they weren't coupling.
Morgan grabbed a couple of tissues to clean himself up. He grinned at Hotch's words. "But I worked so hard to mess it up," he protested, not minding at all the chance to keep touching Hotch. He tugged his boxers and jeans back on and shoved the wadded up tissues into his pocket, which was kind of gross, but he supposed safer than leaving them here. He crossed the room without putting his shirt back on and started attempting to straighten Hotch's hair. He only managed to resist for a moment the urge to lean in and kiss him again.
Hotch smiled against Morgan's lips, but kissed him back, letting Morgan lead for a moment. It felt good, Morgan's lips on him and Morgan's fingers threading through his hair. He pulled back after a moment, though. "This is getting us nowhere fast," he breathed.
"It's getting your hair a little less messy," Morgan said, smiling. He straightened Hotch's hair a little more, then shook his head. "I don't suppose you have a bottle of water in here? It would behave better if you wet it down a little." He knew it was reckless, but he felt a little proud of himself for messing Hotch up so thoroughly.
"Yeah, in the mini-fridge," Hotch said, and grabbed his tie as Morgan went to get the water. "It would behave if someone didn't seem to like messing it up so much," he added, pulling his tie on under his collar and starting to tie it. Morgan was still half-naked, but Hotch had to stay and clean up his office anyway, so it seemed only fair that he was dressing so much faster.
Morgan got the water and dribbled a little into his hands over a potted plant, then ran his fingers through Hotch's hair again. He couldn't quite suppress the pang of disappointment to see Hotch's everyday facade coming back together. Then again, it was nice, knowing he was the only one who got to see Hotch this way. When that was done, he went ahead and drank half the water, then offered the rest of the bottle to Hotch.
Hotch took the bottle and took a drink, then placed it on his desk. God, they'd made a mess. He picked his jacket off the floor, but just draped it over the edge of the desk for now and looked at Morgan. He was gorgeous, and he was standing in Hotch's office half naked. It was still a little hard to believe. "I've got to clean up," he murmured.
Morgan found his belt on the other side of the desk and threaded it back through his jeans. "You want some help?" He figured Hotch would say no, give Morgan a chance to leave the office ahead of him. It didn't stop a pang of disappointment.
"No," Hotch said. "You should go ahead." He leaned in and kissed Morgan briefly, not wanting him to leave wondering if the talk of doing this again was just talk or not, though Hotch was already slipping fast back into work-mode.
He wandered around the desk, and reached down to pick up Morgan's wallet. "Dropped this," he said, smiling softly as he held it out.
Morgan laughed. "Oh, I'd be missing that as soon as I tried to pay for supper." He let his fingers brush Hotch's when he took it. "Thanks." He studied Hotch's face for a moment, then leaned in for one more kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured, and pulled away slowly. It was a good feeling, being certain they both wanted this again.
Hotch found himself wondering if Morgan ever cooked, or if he just existed on take out, then shook himself as bit as Morgan kissed him. "Bright and early," he whispered, and watched Morgan head out of the office.
Wanting Reid
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Date: 2009-02-04 02:36 am (UTC)Another lovely installment, thanks so much for sharing!
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Date: 2009-02-04 03:10 am (UTC)Guh.
*eagerly awaiting part three*
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Date: 2009-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)>.> Okay, really, I'm not sure how we do it, either. *G* I'm glad you like it!
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Date: 2009-02-04 03:30 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Thanks!
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Date: 2009-02-04 04:05 am (UTC)You two write so well. I'm not much of a Hotch/Morgan fan, but. Seriously. So good.
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Date: 2009-02-04 11:15 am (UTC)once again could see (and more realistically) garcia watching this (and fapping in her office) via closed circuit (and discreetly deleting the footage from the server after saving it in an encrypted file for later viewing)
then noticing that there's something also going on in rossi and/or jj's office with emily... maybe another budding threesome? idk, strange ideas in my head with garcia as the voyeur O.o
you know you two love me...
(and the zombees)
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:07 am (UTC)I think Rossi would like to watch a bit too.:)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:18 am (UTC)Yeah, Severity and I regularly ignore those inconvenient cameras.
Also, JJ/Rossi/Emily really makes my mind do funny things. He would be SOOO fucking into that. *G*
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Date: 2009-02-05 05:06 am (UTC)and garcia would have to fend off the zombeez with her latent kung fu.
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:03 am (UTC)You bet you do! And again and again and again boys! Now stop talking about Reid and just invite him to join you!
This was so 'lovely' girls. I'm in my happy place now!
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:08 am (UTC)Soon, soon... :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:21 am (UTC)But yeah, anyway. :D
I'm glad you liked this! :D
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:39 am (UTC)*sigh* I suppose there has to be a bit of reality to the fic though. We can't just put them in a room and say "Go for it boys" Although...LOL
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Date: 2009-02-06 12:42 am (UTC)I'm glad they've ended this chapter on a happier note, more aware of their own and each other's wants and secure in the knowledge that there's more between them than they admitted before. I'm looking forward to seeing how things progress and how Reid factors in.
Laura.
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Date: 2009-02-06 12:55 am (UTC)But definitely this one is happier, in that we know they're going to pursue something together. :D
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Date: 2009-02-06 03:55 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-02-06 07:37 pm (UTC)And that is all.
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Date: 2009-08-04 06:46 am (UTC)Can't wait to read more. (:
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