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geekystudmuffinTitle: Having It All (2/3)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Reid, Hotch/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warning: Double penetration
WC: ~17,000
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format.
Summary: After Reid finds out about Hotch and Morgan's relationship, he considers walking away from the BAU. Morgan and Hotch have something else in mind.
IMPORTANT NOTE:This is the fourth and final installment of a four-part series (Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts posted this week). The first three installments, Helping Morgan, Watching Hotch, and Wanting Reid, should be read for context.
Part One
Two weeks passed before either Morgan or Hotch heard a single personal word from Reid. He seemed to shove aside all his anger, and he was functioning well at work again, but he was distancing himself from actually talking to Morgan or Hotch outside of work. The team was in a tiny town in the middle of Nebraska, and Hotch was starting to wonder if he should just be thankful Reid hadn't tried to transfer like he'd threatened. He didn't seem angry anymore, just quiet, thoughtful.
Hotch and Morgan had continued seeing each other as though nothing happened, and Hotch was fairly certain neither one of them wanted to discuss what they had seemingly lost in trying to bring Reid into their relationship. It wasn't surprising when Morgan showed up at Hotch's hotel room door late on the fourth night of the case. It had been a bad day, and he and Hotch had fallen into bed, kissing and touching for a while, soothing away the day's stresses. What was a surprise was the knock that came at Hotch's door around midnight.
Hotch waved Morgan into the bathroom and went to answer the door to find Reid standing outside in his pajamas, looking utterly adorable... okay, better than adorable. He was in flannel from neck to ankle, but his feet were bare and the top buttons of his flannel shirt were open enough to reveal a tempting jut of collar bone. Hotch was reminded of the night Reid had pulled him into bed, and had to try not to react.
Reid licked his lips. He really couldn't believe what he was about to do. The weeks that followed Hotch and Morgan's proposition had been spent considering it, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that both Hotch and Morgan wanted him. It was easier to take the sharing idea after he'd known he was wanted by both of them, but still difficult to understand overall. He'd somehow gone from hopelessly single, to desired by two gorgeous men, one of whom he'd admired from afar for what felt like forever, and the other someone that Reid liked, someone who was attractive, someone that had provoked a wonderful, almost magnetic response in Reid with the slide of his tongue, a response that Reid had never expected.
He hadn't exactly figured the situation out, but Reid had finally decided that he really would be as much of an idiot as Morgan had told him he was if he didn't at least explore the possibilities this offer had for him. If it didn't work out, he could always still transfer to Vegas... though the more he thought about it, he hoped it didn't come to that. "Can I come in?" Reid whispered, glancing behind Hotch to see if Morgan was there.
Hotch tilted his head, then stepped aside to let Reid in. "Reid," he greeted, watching Reid walk inside, wondering what this was about and trying not to get his hopes up. "Is everything all right?" He shut the door.
Reid shrugged. "I don't really know just yet," he murmured, turning to face Hotch again and curling his fingers into Hotch's shirt. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."
Hotch closed his hand around Reid's fingers, a pleasant jolt going up his arms at the touch and through his entire body at Reid's words. That was wonderful. Better than wonderful. Reid was really considering this. Hotch stepped in close to Reid, using every bit of his self control not to kiss Reid right away, even when Reid reached up and touched his cheek. "Derek's here."
Reid blinked at Hotch a moment, though he wasn't surprised. He slipped his hand around Hotch's neck and pulled Hotch in to kiss him. Hotch's kiss was teasing, almost hesitant, and Reid breathed a laugh when he pulled back. "Morgan, you can stop hiding," he said, unsure whether to look to the bathroom, or (slightly more comically) to the closets.
Morgan pulled the door open and leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms over his bare chest and smiling at Reid. The sight of Hotch and Reid standing together like that sent a little jolt through him, but it wasn't an unpleasant one. "Hey, pretty boy," he murmured.
"Hey," Reid said, then licked his lips, letting his eyes travel over Morgan's body. He glanced back at Hotch and shrugged. "I really have no idea what I'm doing here."
Hotch laughed softly. "That makes at least two of of us." He felt like he should move away from Reid, as it occurred to him he really didn't know how this was supposed to work, how he was supposed to balance and offer equal affection to two people at the same time. He glanced back at Morgan and raised an eyebrow.
Morgan's smile widened a little when he saw Reid looking at him like that. "I think we're all pretty much figuring this out together," he said, meeting Hotch's gaze. "But I can tell you right now that you two look damn good together."
Hotch chuckled and let his hand slide from where Reid's fingers were still in his shirt to Reid's waist, pulling Reid closer, though his eyes stayed on Morgan. "Come over here."
Morgan pushed away from the door frame, letting his arms fall to his side. Despite the fact that this had been his idea, he had no clue what he was doing, either. He was always more than happy to take orders from Hotch, though. He moved closer, wondering what Hotch had in mind.
Hotch was still looking at Morgan, though he could feel Reid's eyes on him; he could almost feel the desire rolling off of Reid. And both Reid and Morgan were looking Hotch for direction, apparently. It wasn't unexpected, given the way they had to relate to each other on a daily basis. It was almost funny, actually.
Hotch drew the back of his hand up Morgan's chest, seeing Reid's gaze snap to the movement, though when he looked at Reid, Reid looked far from upset. "I guess we can all agree to talk about this later, rather than sooner?" he asked.
Reid licked his lips, watching Hotch's hand and wondering what Morgan felt like, though he was still not even quite used to the fact that he was allowed to wonder that. His mind kept slipping back to wondering what Hotch felt like. His fingers slid into Hotch's hair, and he looked back at Hotch. "Yeah, I think so."
Morgan just nodded, his gaze on Reid. Reid was the one who was new to the situation. Morgan and Hotch had come to an understanding, even if there were topics they both shied away from. He knew Reid was going to change that dynamic, but his biggest concern right now was making sure Reid was comfortable with this. He didn't have any illusions that if things didn't work out, if Reid decided he couldn't do this, the transfer to Chicago would be a done deal.
Hotch nodded too, feeling a bit of apprehension about the way that Reid and Morgan hadn't touched, and the way Reid's gaze just kept drifting back to Hotch. He drew a breath and took both of Reid's hands, pulling him back into the room so they weren't all standing by the door. He stopped before he backed into the bed, glancing over Reid's shoulder to make sure Morgan was following them, and then reached out for Morgan's hand. Once their fingers were laced, he turned back to Reid. He lifted his free hand to cup Reid's jaw, and then kissed him, his lips soft but demanding as he brought his and Morgan's hands to Reid's hip.
Reid moaned more enthusiastically than he'd meant to. He'd been craving this since the night Hotch had left him in his hotel room angry. He reached up and pulled Hotch into the kiss harder, wanting more, and then stepped back a bit when he felt not one, but two, hands on his hip.
Oh, man, that was gorgeous. Morgan sucked in a breath and stared openly at the way Reid welcomed Hotch, the gentle but demanding way Hotch kissed Reid. He licked his lips, lifting his other hand to rest on Reid's other hip. Greatly daring, he slid his hand up a few inches under Reid's shirt, until his fingertips touched bare skin.
Reid gasped softly against Hotch's lips when Morgan's fingers slid over his bare skin. It felt good, better than it should, that two people wanted him so much... even if it did feel a little... well, unusual.
Hotch hummed a pleased noise, not knowing what Morgan did, but knowing that little gasp of Reid's wasn't caused by him. He trailed his fingertips down Reid's neck, then hooked them in the top of Reid's pajama shirt and started to unwork the buttons, stroking his hand down bare skin where he revealed it. He had a vague idea of how to get Reid and Morgan touching more, but he wanted Reid fully relaxed in this situation first.
Morgan made a quiet noise and moved a little closer, his eyes on Hotch's hands--or, really, Reid's chest. He knew Hotch must be wondering what was wrong, that he wasn't taking a very active role in this. But it was so incredible that Reid was even here, and since Morgan knew how long Reid had wanted Hotch...well, it just seemed right that Hotch be the one to do this.
Hotch slipped his fingers from Morgan's, and reached behind Reid to touch Morgan, his fingers trailing up Morgan's side. The message he was trying to convey was I haven't forgotten you, though he was fairly certain they both understood they needed to focus on Reid for now, at least tonight. Hotch bared Reid's chest and then started working his lips over Reid's jaw.
Reid moaned, tilting his head back a little, letting Hotch have more of his neck. He almost reached back and curled his fingers against Morgan's leg, but hesitated. "Oh, God," he breathed, glancing at Morgan a moment as his head was dropped back, then closing his eyes, still not sure how to do this. Hotch solved that a moment later though when he pushed Reid's pajama top off his shoulders and took one of Reid's hands.
He spun Reid between Hotch and Morgan so that Reid was facing Morgan, and then started trailing kisses down the side of Reid's neck and over his shoulders from behind. Reid licked his lips and stared at Morgan, though he was having trouble focusing on anything but Hotch's lips and his eyelids kept drooping as he looked at Morgan. "Mmm," he hummed, though the noise was a little unsure, and then he reached out to touch Morgan's stomach. "I-- Morgan--" he breathed.
Morgan moved a little closer automatically. He could see Hotch smiling against Reid's skin, though whether it was at Reid's uncertainty or Morgan's hesitation, he wasn't sure. "In this room I'm Derek," he said quietly, hoping Reid would understand what he meant. He lifted his hands to cradle Reid's face gently, smiling at him, then leaned in to brush his lips tentatively against Reid's.
Reid sucked in a breath, still trying to focus, though it was starting to become harder with Hotch's lips and Morgan's on him. He leaned in enough to invite more from Morgan. "This is a lot different from the way you kissed me in the elevator," he breathed.
"I was kinda frustrated," Morgan admitted, laughing a little. He let his hands slide down to Reid's shoulders and kissed him again, his lips more demanding this time.
Hotch's eyebrows drew together and he lifted his head. "You kissed him in the elevator?" he asked, almost surprised at how he was amused, rather than upset at not being told sooner... which made him start to finally feel less tense about this. It might just work out after all.
Reid hummed into Morgan's kiss, but then broke away laughing, dropping his head back to Hotch's shoulder to kiss along his jaw.
Morgan grinned. "At least you didn't hit me this time," he murmured, and lowered his head to suck on Reid's throat.
Reid made a strangled noise that went straight to Hotch's cock when Morgan ducked his head. Hotch tightened his grip on Reid, but still managed to say, "You hit Derek?" The resulting vibrating of Reid's laugh across Hotch's jaw sent shivers down Hotch's spine.
"He startled me," Reid murmured, smiling against Hotch's skin. "Mmph, Derek. Aaron..."
"God, you're beautiful," Morgan whispered against Reid's neck. He wasn't sure if either of them heard, but he didn't really care. He moved closer to Reid, licking his way up Reid's throat until he reached his jaw. "Spencer." He mouthed hungrily at Reid's jaw.
Hotch let his eyes flutter shut at the feel of Reid's lips, but when he opened them again it was to the sight of Reid, flushed and panting, Morgan licking his way along Reid's jaw. Hotch went hot with desire, groaning and sliding a hand up Reid's chest from behind him. The sight of his two lovers together was so beautiful. He slid his free hand into Reid's hair and tugged back gently, the tiny extra distance that he could, exposing more of Reid's neck to Morgan's questing tongue.
Reid arched, pressing up against Hotch's hand and Morgan's lips, and moaned when Hotch gave him a gentle tug. He slid his hands around Morgan and boldly slipped his hands into the back of Morgan's pajama bottoms, emboldened by the realization that Hotch liked the idea of Reid being with Morgan.
Groaning, Morgan pressed against Reid, lifting one hand from Reid's shoulder to reach blindly for Hotch. He didn't stop his attention to Reid's neck, though, and introduced a hint of teeth, scraping them gently across Reid's skin. He felt like he was being selfish, but Hotch was obviously enjoying the show, so Morgan licked at Reid's Adam's apple happily.
"Oh!" Reid gasped, his entire body going hot when Morgan scraped his teeth against him. "Mmm'more," he gasped, pressing back against Hotch, feeling Hotch's desire for him pressed against him.
"Spencer," Morgan murmured, nibbling at Reid's throat. He shifted his hips against Reid's and stroked his hand up Hotch's back. He wished he could see the look on Hotch's face, but he wasn't willing to pull away just yet.
Reid moaned and rocked against Morgan, his body pressed between the two men he was with. "Derek," he panted, overwhelmed at all this contact with Morgan when he'd wound up in this situation because he'd wanted Hotch.
Hotch let out a shuddery breath, watching Morgan and Reid move against each other. It was beautiful. He licked his lips, letting his fingers slip from Reid's hair to reach out for Morgan, his fingers tracing Morgan's jaw until Morgan looked up. Hotch pulled him into a hungry kiss over Reid's shoulder. "So fucking sexy," he breathed.
Reid gasped at the language Hotch had just used, and watched Hotch and Morgan kiss. There was still a strain of jealousy running under the surface of his skin, but only time would fix that. He turned between them and started to work open Hotch's shirt, licking Hotch's neck.
Hotch was still kissing Morgan, but he moaned against Morgan's lips and slid his hand back into Reid's soft hair. "Spencer," he whispered, when he and Morgan broke apart. "I want to fuck you."
Reid's fingers went tight in the fabric of Hotch's shirt in reaction, and then he tugged, wanting to get the fabric between them off of Hotch. "Keep talking like that," he panted.
Morgan's breath caught in his throat when Hotch said that. He wanted to see that--but he couldn't quite suppress the pang of jealousy it sent through him. Reid's reaction reminded him that Reid was here because of Hotch, no matter what Morgan hoped. Still, God, that would be hot, watching Hotch take Reid. Morgan suspected it would be a little different from how Hotch was with him.
He leaned down and kissed the back of Reid's neck, stroking his hands up and down the lean back. "Mmm, Spence, you're so gorgeous," he breathed, and nibbled lightly at Reid's skin. He couldn't quite believe he was finally touching Reid, after years of wanting to.
Hotch laughed breathily and let Reid pull off his shirt and undershirt. Reid's hand's roamed Hotch's chest for a moment before they hooked into the top of Hotch's pants. He leaned back into Morgan's touch a little, though, a thrill going through him at Morgan's words, at the way Morgan had called him Spence. "Derek," he whispered, breathing the word against Hotch's skin.
"This might be the best idea you've ever had," Hotch murmured, slipping his hands into the top of Reid's pajama bottoms and trying to catch Morgan's eye, a small smile playing on his lips.
Morgan glanced up at Hotch, a thrill of heat going through him at the look on Hotch's face. "Glad you think so," he murmured, smiling back. He thought Hotch might just be right. He took one hand off Reid's back to reach for Hotch again, sliding a hand between them to pinch lightly at one of Hotch's nipples. "He likes this," Morgan breathed in Reid's ear. He kissed Reid's ear, then added, "He likes it if you bite them, too. But not too hard."
Reid was torn between the utter lust inspired by Morgan's breath in his ear, and that returning jealousy. Morgan knew Hotch's body already. Very well. And did he not think Reid would have figured out how to please Hotch on his own? "I've done this before, no matter what you might think," he said, and bit at Hotch's neck.
Hotch gasped at both Morgan's fingers and Reid's teeth on him, and let out a soft moan, but he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the words that came out of Reid. He met Morgan's gaze, unsure if he should respond to that, or if Morgan should.
Morgan frowned a little and leaned in to run his nose along Reid's jaw. "I don't have any doubts that you know what you're doing, Spence," he murmured. "I just thought you might like to have one trick up your sleeve." He mouthed at Reid's jaw, giving him a hint of teeth. "But if Aaron tells you I'm ticklish, he's lying." He grinned over Reid's shoulder at Hotch, then kissed his way down Reid's neck to his shoulders, stroking his hands down the lean back. Morgan was ticklish, horribly so, but he suddenly didn't mind Reid knowing that.
Hotch managed a smile, even as Reid's teeth worried his skin. "I'd go for the ribs. If you go for the feet, you'll get kicked," he murmured, turning his head to kiss Reid's hair. Reid stilled though, and Hotch's smile slipped.
Reid drew a deep breath against Hotch's skin, trying to tell himself he'd be stupid for walking away from this. He'd get over all the rest of it eventually. "Can you guys try not to remind me how long you've been together without me?" he said, pressing his face to Hotch's shoulder and sliding his arms around Hotch's waist.
Morgan pulled back, his gaze fixed on Reid's shoulders and the way they hunched a little as he leaned into Hotch. Hotch slid his arms around Reid, and after a moment lifted one arm to reach for Morgan, but Morgan took a step back. "You know, maybe I should go," Morgan said quietly. "You two could have a little time together." He refused to look up to meet Hotch's gaze.
Hotch tilted his head and fixed Morgan with a look, one that said he expected more from Morgan than to run away from this, or to have expected this to be simple, but Morgan wouldn't look at him. Reid's body had gone tense against him, though, and after a moment Reid turned to face Morgan, Hotch's arm still firmly around his waist.
Reid felt cold. He'd managed to ruin this already, and he looked at Morgan, not really knowing what to say. Did Morgan expect that in two weeks Reid had completely forgotten his jealousy? Didn't Morgan feel any watching Reid kiss Hotch, even after having been the one who'd had Hotch alone this entire time? "I didn't say that because I wanted you to leave," he murmured.
Morgan pressed his lips together, meeting Reid's eyes. He wanted Reid to know he was sincere, that he wasn't just trying to be a jerk. "I just want you to be happy about this," he said finally. "If it would help for me to go, to give you two a few weeks... It's only fair." He didn't like it, but he couldn't deny it would be fair to give Reid the same amount of time Morgan had had.
Reid's lips parted, and his eyes dropped to the floor. "Maybe," he said, sliding a hand over Hotch's where it was on his stomach.
Hotch frowned. "Guys, I'm standing right here in the room. You don't get to delegate my affections without me." His fingers curled against Reid's skin. "Morgan, look at me."
Morgan's brows drew together, but he looked up, meeting Hotch's gaze reluctantly. Hotch was probably annoyed because this had been Morgan's idea in the first place. But Morgan wasn't backing out, he just wanted to make sure Reid was really comfortable with the arrangement. And he didn't know if he could stand to listen to Reid make jealous remarks about Hotch and not give a damn about him.
Hotch held Morgan's gaze for a moment, then reached out his free hand, hoping Morgan would take it. "You're not walking out on me. Not over this."
Morgan's frown deepened as he took Hotch's hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm not 'walking out' on anyone," he said. "But I don't want to make Spencer miserable, and if he needs to...to make up for lost time with you--"
"I just said you two don't get to decide for me which one of you has me and when," Hotch said, cutting Morgan off. He tugged Morgan closer. "Spencer, are you miserable?"
Reid glanced up from where he'd be watching the way Hotch and Morgan were touching. He didn't mind seeing it. It was Hotch and Morgan sounding so happy about their past that bothered Reid. "I'm still--I'm jealous," he admitted, but then he reached out and took Morgan's free hand. "I'll get over it, but I just..." He looked up at Morgan. "...don't want to have to hear about it right now. Not yet. Not... tonight."
Hotch felt himself relax a bit when Reid reached out for Morgan, and suddenly something occurred to him. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Reid's ear. "You might be surprised... Do you realize how often we talked about you?" he whispered, pleased by the shiver that he felt run through Reid's body at the breath in his ear. He hoped Morgan wouldn't mind him telling Reid about this. "All the time. Nearly every time we touched, you came up... It's almost ridiculous -- you were already a part of our relationship before we ever approached you... from the very first night..." Reid shivered again and closed his eyes, and Hotch spared a glance up at Morgan, his gaze encouraging Morgan to help him, hoping this would work to temper Reid's jealousy.
Morgan felt suddenly immensely better. Reid would like hearing that. He stepped closer to them, keeping his gaze on Reid's face. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against Reid's. "Aaron knew how much I wanted you," he murmured. "And I could tell how much he wanted you. So you've always been here with us, Spence. Even if you didn't know it." He ghosted a hand down Reid's chest to rest on his belly and kissed Reid again.
Reid kissed Morgan back, liking the soft feel of his mouth, the gentle brushes of lips and tongues. He breathed a laugh and slid his hand over Morgan's hip, kissing Morgan again as Hotch's lips moved down his neck. "Why?"
"I think we wanted you -- wanted this -- a long time before we even realized." Hotch licked his way back up to Reid's ear, relishing the little gasp he heard, one that was muffled by Morgan's mouth. "You're special, Spencer."
"Special," Morgan murmured in agreement between tender little kisses. "Beautiful. Brilliant." He kissed his way down Reid's neck to his chest, licking playfully at one of Reid's nipples. What he wanted tonight, more than anything, was to make Reid happy. To convince him that he'd made the right decision. Morgan glanced up, wondering if Hotch had a plan, but he was unable to make eye contact and unwilling to stop tasting Reid long enough to ask.
Reid's breath hitched at the feel of Morgan's tongue and he slid his hand around the back of Morgan's head. "God, Morgan," he whispered, his fingers slipping down to brush the top of Morgan's back.
Reid leaned back against Hotch and Hotch held him, liking the weight and, if he was honest, feeling a little smug that he'd managed to get them all back together again with Reid reduced to whimpering. He slid a hand over Reid's stomach, reaching up to gently brush Morgan's cheek, and then he slid his hands into Reid's pajama bottoms, under his underwear, and pushed down until the fabric went slipping down Reid's legs. Hotch held his breath, watching Morgan down the length of Reid's body, Reid's hard cock standing just below him. God, it was beautiful.
Oh, God, that's perfect, Morgan thought. He sucked hard on Reid's nipple, then pulled away, trailing tiny kisses down his stomach as Reid kicked out of his pants. "Gorgeous," he murmured, "so sexy." He paused when his knees hit the ground, and looked up at Reid. "I want to suck you, Spence."
Reid could hardly breathe, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected, but it was wonderful, and he glanced at Hotch, who leaned in and kissed him. "God, yes," Reid panted when the kiss broke, looking back down at Morgan and stroking a hand over his head. "Derek," he murmured, holding Morgan's gaze.
Morgan gave Reid a broad smile, stroking his hands over Reid's skin. He thought he should look at Hotch, but he couldn't wrench his gaze from Reid's face just then. It was so incredible to have reduced Reid to this state. "I've wanted to do this for so long, pretty boy," he admitted. He circled Reid's cock lightly with a hand and lowered his head, licking delicately at the head, more teasing than anything at first.
Reid drew a shuddery breath, and dropped his head against Hotch's shoulder again. Oh, God, Morgan was going to tease him. "Please," he whimpered. "Please."
Hotch couldn't help but chuckle, kissing Reid's jaw and neck, and then looking back down at Morgan, his lips and tongue working lightly over Reid's cock. Hotch's own cock pulsed with desire, and he wanted to be inside of Reid now, watching Morgan's lips slide over Reid as he fucked Reid, but he reminded himself to be patient, then told Reid the same. "Patience," he whispered, and Reid whimpered and turned his head to kiss Hotch.
Morgan laughed quietly but drew his tongue along Reid's shaft and swirled it around the head before going back to the softer licks. He was glad to hear Hotch's amusement, to know Hotch was enjoying this, too. He reached his free hand behind Reid, rubbing his hand against Hotch's leg just to say he hadn't forgotten him.
Reid moaned into Hotch's mouth, Morgan's tongue making him squirm against Hotch. "Don't want to be patient. Suck me," he pleaded.
Morgan groaned, surprised to hear Reid say that. But Hotch had said himself what was required: "Patience," Morgan said, brushing his lips against Reid's cock. "Aaron wants to watch." He smiled and then licked Reid again, more slowly.
"I do," Hotch agreed, sliding a hand down to give Morgan's hand a squeeze, and then sliding his other hand down to cup Reid's ass. "I'd like to watch while I fuck him," he murmured, and it was true.
Reid made a high-pitched whimper, and kissed Hotch hungrily. He could listen to Hotch talk like that all night, and Morgan's lips were driving him crazy. "Somebody do something," he moaned.
"Mmmm, Spencer's sexy when he's like this," Morgan said, looking up at Hotch. "I'd say he wants you to fuck him, too." He lapped at Reid's slit, then closed his lips just over the head of Reid's cock.
Hotch gave Morgan a lopsided smile, then his breath hitched at the sight of the head of Reid's cock disappearing into Morgan's mouth and the sound that came out of Reid when it happened. Reid's body arched against Hotch's and Hotch held him steady, his arm looping around Reid's waist again. "Is that what you want?" he breathed into Reid's ear. "Do you want me to fuck you while Derek sucks your cock?"
A shock of lust ran through Reid, and he felt a little light headed. God, he'd never heard Hotch talk like that before, and Morgan's mouth was sending shivers through him, making him want to beg for more. "Yes," he panted.
"Say it," Hotch said, his voice soft against Reid's skin, but demanding.
"God, Hotch," Reid panted.
Morgan hummed a laugh at Reid's reaction. He remembered being shocked the first time Hotch said 'fuck', too. And he remembered how damn sexy it was. He glanced up at Hotch and slid his hand down to cup Reid's balls. It was still sexy hearing Hotch say 'fuck'. Morgan wanted to hear Reid say it, too. He sucked at Reid's cock, working his tongue against it.
Hotch smiled, knowing from Morgan's laugh that Morgan wanted to hear it as much as Hotch did. "Say it," Hotch repeated, his tone lightening as he turned his smile on Reid.
Reid gasped, his fingers curling against Morgan's head, wishing there was hair to grip, and then flattening against the mostly bald scalp again. "Fuck me," he breathed, his eyes on Hotch. "Oh, God, Derek!" he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Morgan sucked harder.
Hotch bent Reid back a bit in a hungry kiss, liking how those words sounded on Reid's lips, making him want to be inside Reid even more. He trailed a few kisses over Reid's jaw and stepped away to go get the lube and condoms. "Wait here," he breathed, though he doubted Reid would move away from Morgan's impressively talented mouth anyway.
Morgan lifted his hands to cup Reid's ass, keeping him close as Morgan bobbed his head, sucking and licking hungrily. Reid's noises were wonderful, sending thrills of lust all the way through Morgan's body. Yes, this had definitely been the best idea he'd had in years. He pulled slowly off Reid's cock with a wet pop and leaned back to look up at him for a moment. "Gorgeous," he murmured, and then took Reid in his mouth again.
Reid was glad for Morgan's hands once Hotch moved away. His knees felt weak and Morgan was holding him centered as his body lit up with each swipe of Morgan's tongue. He looked down, his eyes half lidded as he watched Morgan. Morgan was so sexy, and he wanted Reid. "You talked about me?" he whispered, his lips curling even as he let his eyes fall shut again, letting the pleasure run through him.
Morgan hummed an affirmative, his fingers tightening a little on Reid's ass. He couldn't take his eyes off Reid's face, on the pleased expression there. He was even more beautiful when he smiled. We couldn't stop talking about you, he thought.
A shiver ran through Reid at the feel of that hum against his prick, and he moaned. Oh, Morgan was good at this. Reid trailed his fingertips over Morgan's head, letting both hands rest there to feel the way Morgan's moved over him. "Derek," he whispered. "I never thought-- you-- mmm..."
Hotch glanced back, taking in the sight of Morgan sucking Reid, the way Reid's body was almost slack with pleasure. "We've reduced Doctor Reid to incoherence," Hotch said, amused, and walked back over to where they were. He trailed wet kisses along the back of Reid's neck as he flicked open the top of the tube of lubrication.
That was quite possibly the best feeling in the world, to know Spencer Reid couldn't put words together properly--because of them. Morgan sucked a little harder, then pulled off again, swirling his tongue around the head. "Spencer is so sexy," he told Hotch. "He seems to like what I'm doing." He lapped teasingly up the length of Reid's cock. "And I bet he can't wait for you to fuck him." He ducked his head to take Reid into his mouth again.
"God, no... Aaron," Reid whimpered. "Please." He had a feeling he wasn't going to last very long, and if Hotch didn't hurry up, he was going to come in Morgan's mouth before Hotch was even inside him. Just thinking that sent another frisson of lust through Reid, and he moaned.
Hotch drew his hand down the back of Reid's back before he slicked his fingers and circled Reid's entrance. "You're beautiful," he breathed, and kissed Reid as he pushed against Reid's pucker, his finger slipping just past the entrance.
Reid sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the tension of his body building, Hotch's finger driving it further. "I'm going to come without you if you don't fuck me right now."
Hotch kissed him and considered that for a moment, then slid his finger deeper and crooked it a little inside of Reid. Reid gasped and moaned again, and then bit down on Hotch's lip. When Hotch pulled away, he whispered against Reid's lips. "We have all night to make you come again."
Morgan chose that moment to take Reid as deep as he could, his fingers curling around Reid's balls and squeezing carefully. He suspected Hotch wanted to watch Reid first, and have a little more time once they'd taken the edge off. He could be wrong, but the idea appealed to him, so he sucked hard and hummed around Reid's cock, watching Reid as best he could.
"Oh, God!" Reid gasped, and as Morgan's mouth worked over him, Hotch's finger circled that spot inside him, Hotch's lips leaving teasing kisses on Reid's. All the tension in his body was coiling low in his stomach, and after a moment, he couldn't stop whimpering and moaning. "Derek!" he tried to warn, but he clenched around Hotch's finger and came hard, bracing on Morgan's shoulders before Hotch moved to hold him again.
Morgan pulled back enough that he wouldn't choke, swallowing easily. My name, he thought triumphantly, not because he'd beaten Hotch, but because he'd won Reid. He said my name.
The expression on Reid's face, the lines of sheer pleasure, and the way that orgasm swept through his entire body, leaving him limp and panting between them, made Hotch even more desperate for Reid. He slid his hand into Reid's hair and braced him when Reid pushed up again and rested back against Hotch. Hotch kissed his ear, almost feeling the racing of Reid's blood through his skin.
Morgan pulled away slowly, licking Reid clean as he did. He shifted to lean his cheek against Reid's hip, breathing hard and wanting so much. He breathed in the smell of Reid's skin, one hand creeping towards his own cock.
Reid let his hand caress Morgan's skin, what he could reach of it, and turned his head to kiss Hotch. He still couldn't think, still didn't know what to say. He was almost grateful when Hotch murmured, "Bed." He turned to kiss Hotch fully. "Mm-hmm," he agreed, his voice still sounding weak, and reached down to touch Morgan's shoulder to get Morgan to move with them.
Part Three
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Reid, Hotch/Morgan
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warning: Double penetration
WC: ~17,000
Notes: Self-betaed. Set generically during season three. RP format.
Summary: After Reid finds out about Hotch and Morgan's relationship, he considers walking away from the BAU. Morgan and Hotch have something else in mind.
IMPORTANT NOTE:This is the fourth and final installment of a four-part series (Hotch/Morgan/Reid--all four parts posted this week). The first three installments, Helping Morgan, Watching Hotch, and Wanting Reid, should be read for context.
Part One
Two weeks passed before either Morgan or Hotch heard a single personal word from Reid. He seemed to shove aside all his anger, and he was functioning well at work again, but he was distancing himself from actually talking to Morgan or Hotch outside of work. The team was in a tiny town in the middle of Nebraska, and Hotch was starting to wonder if he should just be thankful Reid hadn't tried to transfer like he'd threatened. He didn't seem angry anymore, just quiet, thoughtful.
Hotch and Morgan had continued seeing each other as though nothing happened, and Hotch was fairly certain neither one of them wanted to discuss what they had seemingly lost in trying to bring Reid into their relationship. It wasn't surprising when Morgan showed up at Hotch's hotel room door late on the fourth night of the case. It had been a bad day, and he and Hotch had fallen into bed, kissing and touching for a while, soothing away the day's stresses. What was a surprise was the knock that came at Hotch's door around midnight.
Hotch waved Morgan into the bathroom and went to answer the door to find Reid standing outside in his pajamas, looking utterly adorable... okay, better than adorable. He was in flannel from neck to ankle, but his feet were bare and the top buttons of his flannel shirt were open enough to reveal a tempting jut of collar bone. Hotch was reminded of the night Reid had pulled him into bed, and had to try not to react.
Reid licked his lips. He really couldn't believe what he was about to do. The weeks that followed Hotch and Morgan's proposition had been spent considering it, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that both Hotch and Morgan wanted him. It was easier to take the sharing idea after he'd known he was wanted by both of them, but still difficult to understand overall. He'd somehow gone from hopelessly single, to desired by two gorgeous men, one of whom he'd admired from afar for what felt like forever, and the other someone that Reid liked, someone who was attractive, someone that had provoked a wonderful, almost magnetic response in Reid with the slide of his tongue, a response that Reid had never expected.
He hadn't exactly figured the situation out, but Reid had finally decided that he really would be as much of an idiot as Morgan had told him he was if he didn't at least explore the possibilities this offer had for him. If it didn't work out, he could always still transfer to Vegas... though the more he thought about it, he hoped it didn't come to that. "Can I come in?" Reid whispered, glancing behind Hotch to see if Morgan was there.
Hotch tilted his head, then stepped aside to let Reid in. "Reid," he greeted, watching Reid walk inside, wondering what this was about and trying not to get his hopes up. "Is everything all right?" He shut the door.
Reid shrugged. "I don't really know just yet," he murmured, turning to face Hotch again and curling his fingers into Hotch's shirt. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."
Hotch closed his hand around Reid's fingers, a pleasant jolt going up his arms at the touch and through his entire body at Reid's words. That was wonderful. Better than wonderful. Reid was really considering this. Hotch stepped in close to Reid, using every bit of his self control not to kiss Reid right away, even when Reid reached up and touched his cheek. "Derek's here."
Reid blinked at Hotch a moment, though he wasn't surprised. He slipped his hand around Hotch's neck and pulled Hotch in to kiss him. Hotch's kiss was teasing, almost hesitant, and Reid breathed a laugh when he pulled back. "Morgan, you can stop hiding," he said, unsure whether to look to the bathroom, or (slightly more comically) to the closets.
Morgan pulled the door open and leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms over his bare chest and smiling at Reid. The sight of Hotch and Reid standing together like that sent a little jolt through him, but it wasn't an unpleasant one. "Hey, pretty boy," he murmured.
"Hey," Reid said, then licked his lips, letting his eyes travel over Morgan's body. He glanced back at Hotch and shrugged. "I really have no idea what I'm doing here."
Hotch laughed softly. "That makes at least two of of us." He felt like he should move away from Reid, as it occurred to him he really didn't know how this was supposed to work, how he was supposed to balance and offer equal affection to two people at the same time. He glanced back at Morgan and raised an eyebrow.
Morgan's smile widened a little when he saw Reid looking at him like that. "I think we're all pretty much figuring this out together," he said, meeting Hotch's gaze. "But I can tell you right now that you two look damn good together."
Hotch chuckled and let his hand slide from where Reid's fingers were still in his shirt to Reid's waist, pulling Reid closer, though his eyes stayed on Morgan. "Come over here."
Morgan pushed away from the door frame, letting his arms fall to his side. Despite the fact that this had been his idea, he had no clue what he was doing, either. He was always more than happy to take orders from Hotch, though. He moved closer, wondering what Hotch had in mind.
Hotch was still looking at Morgan, though he could feel Reid's eyes on him; he could almost feel the desire rolling off of Reid. And both Reid and Morgan were looking Hotch for direction, apparently. It wasn't unexpected, given the way they had to relate to each other on a daily basis. It was almost funny, actually.
Hotch drew the back of his hand up Morgan's chest, seeing Reid's gaze snap to the movement, though when he looked at Reid, Reid looked far from upset. "I guess we can all agree to talk about this later, rather than sooner?" he asked.
Reid licked his lips, watching Hotch's hand and wondering what Morgan felt like, though he was still not even quite used to the fact that he was allowed to wonder that. His mind kept slipping back to wondering what Hotch felt like. His fingers slid into Hotch's hair, and he looked back at Hotch. "Yeah, I think so."
Morgan just nodded, his gaze on Reid. Reid was the one who was new to the situation. Morgan and Hotch had come to an understanding, even if there were topics they both shied away from. He knew Reid was going to change that dynamic, but his biggest concern right now was making sure Reid was comfortable with this. He didn't have any illusions that if things didn't work out, if Reid decided he couldn't do this, the transfer to Chicago would be a done deal.
Hotch nodded too, feeling a bit of apprehension about the way that Reid and Morgan hadn't touched, and the way Reid's gaze just kept drifting back to Hotch. He drew a breath and took both of Reid's hands, pulling him back into the room so they weren't all standing by the door. He stopped before he backed into the bed, glancing over Reid's shoulder to make sure Morgan was following them, and then reached out for Morgan's hand. Once their fingers were laced, he turned back to Reid. He lifted his free hand to cup Reid's jaw, and then kissed him, his lips soft but demanding as he brought his and Morgan's hands to Reid's hip.
Reid moaned more enthusiastically than he'd meant to. He'd been craving this since the night Hotch had left him in his hotel room angry. He reached up and pulled Hotch into the kiss harder, wanting more, and then stepped back a bit when he felt not one, but two, hands on his hip.
Oh, man, that was gorgeous. Morgan sucked in a breath and stared openly at the way Reid welcomed Hotch, the gentle but demanding way Hotch kissed Reid. He licked his lips, lifting his other hand to rest on Reid's other hip. Greatly daring, he slid his hand up a few inches under Reid's shirt, until his fingertips touched bare skin.
Reid gasped softly against Hotch's lips when Morgan's fingers slid over his bare skin. It felt good, better than it should, that two people wanted him so much... even if it did feel a little... well, unusual.
Hotch hummed a pleased noise, not knowing what Morgan did, but knowing that little gasp of Reid's wasn't caused by him. He trailed his fingertips down Reid's neck, then hooked them in the top of Reid's pajama shirt and started to unwork the buttons, stroking his hand down bare skin where he revealed it. He had a vague idea of how to get Reid and Morgan touching more, but he wanted Reid fully relaxed in this situation first.
Morgan made a quiet noise and moved a little closer, his eyes on Hotch's hands--or, really, Reid's chest. He knew Hotch must be wondering what was wrong, that he wasn't taking a very active role in this. But it was so incredible that Reid was even here, and since Morgan knew how long Reid had wanted Hotch...well, it just seemed right that Hotch be the one to do this.
Hotch slipped his fingers from Morgan's, and reached behind Reid to touch Morgan, his fingers trailing up Morgan's side. The message he was trying to convey was I haven't forgotten you, though he was fairly certain they both understood they needed to focus on Reid for now, at least tonight. Hotch bared Reid's chest and then started working his lips over Reid's jaw.
Reid moaned, tilting his head back a little, letting Hotch have more of his neck. He almost reached back and curled his fingers against Morgan's leg, but hesitated. "Oh, God," he breathed, glancing at Morgan a moment as his head was dropped back, then closing his eyes, still not sure how to do this. Hotch solved that a moment later though when he pushed Reid's pajama top off his shoulders and took one of Reid's hands.
He spun Reid between Hotch and Morgan so that Reid was facing Morgan, and then started trailing kisses down the side of Reid's neck and over his shoulders from behind. Reid licked his lips and stared at Morgan, though he was having trouble focusing on anything but Hotch's lips and his eyelids kept drooping as he looked at Morgan. "Mmm," he hummed, though the noise was a little unsure, and then he reached out to touch Morgan's stomach. "I-- Morgan--" he breathed.
Morgan moved a little closer automatically. He could see Hotch smiling against Reid's skin, though whether it was at Reid's uncertainty or Morgan's hesitation, he wasn't sure. "In this room I'm Derek," he said quietly, hoping Reid would understand what he meant. He lifted his hands to cradle Reid's face gently, smiling at him, then leaned in to brush his lips tentatively against Reid's.
Reid sucked in a breath, still trying to focus, though it was starting to become harder with Hotch's lips and Morgan's on him. He leaned in enough to invite more from Morgan. "This is a lot different from the way you kissed me in the elevator," he breathed.
"I was kinda frustrated," Morgan admitted, laughing a little. He let his hands slide down to Reid's shoulders and kissed him again, his lips more demanding this time.
Hotch's eyebrows drew together and he lifted his head. "You kissed him in the elevator?" he asked, almost surprised at how he was amused, rather than upset at not being told sooner... which made him start to finally feel less tense about this. It might just work out after all.
Reid hummed into Morgan's kiss, but then broke away laughing, dropping his head back to Hotch's shoulder to kiss along his jaw.
Morgan grinned. "At least you didn't hit me this time," he murmured, and lowered his head to suck on Reid's throat.
Reid made a strangled noise that went straight to Hotch's cock when Morgan ducked his head. Hotch tightened his grip on Reid, but still managed to say, "You hit Derek?" The resulting vibrating of Reid's laugh across Hotch's jaw sent shivers down Hotch's spine.
"He startled me," Reid murmured, smiling against Hotch's skin. "Mmph, Derek. Aaron..."
"God, you're beautiful," Morgan whispered against Reid's neck. He wasn't sure if either of them heard, but he didn't really care. He moved closer to Reid, licking his way up Reid's throat until he reached his jaw. "Spencer." He mouthed hungrily at Reid's jaw.
Hotch let his eyes flutter shut at the feel of Reid's lips, but when he opened them again it was to the sight of Reid, flushed and panting, Morgan licking his way along Reid's jaw. Hotch went hot with desire, groaning and sliding a hand up Reid's chest from behind him. The sight of his two lovers together was so beautiful. He slid his free hand into Reid's hair and tugged back gently, the tiny extra distance that he could, exposing more of Reid's neck to Morgan's questing tongue.
Reid arched, pressing up against Hotch's hand and Morgan's lips, and moaned when Hotch gave him a gentle tug. He slid his hands around Morgan and boldly slipped his hands into the back of Morgan's pajama bottoms, emboldened by the realization that Hotch liked the idea of Reid being with Morgan.
Groaning, Morgan pressed against Reid, lifting one hand from Reid's shoulder to reach blindly for Hotch. He didn't stop his attention to Reid's neck, though, and introduced a hint of teeth, scraping them gently across Reid's skin. He felt like he was being selfish, but Hotch was obviously enjoying the show, so Morgan licked at Reid's Adam's apple happily.
"Oh!" Reid gasped, his entire body going hot when Morgan scraped his teeth against him. "Mmm'more," he gasped, pressing back against Hotch, feeling Hotch's desire for him pressed against him.
"Spencer," Morgan murmured, nibbling at Reid's throat. He shifted his hips against Reid's and stroked his hand up Hotch's back. He wished he could see the look on Hotch's face, but he wasn't willing to pull away just yet.
Reid moaned and rocked against Morgan, his body pressed between the two men he was with. "Derek," he panted, overwhelmed at all this contact with Morgan when he'd wound up in this situation because he'd wanted Hotch.
Hotch let out a shuddery breath, watching Morgan and Reid move against each other. It was beautiful. He licked his lips, letting his fingers slip from Reid's hair to reach out for Morgan, his fingers tracing Morgan's jaw until Morgan looked up. Hotch pulled him into a hungry kiss over Reid's shoulder. "So fucking sexy," he breathed.
Reid gasped at the language Hotch had just used, and watched Hotch and Morgan kiss. There was still a strain of jealousy running under the surface of his skin, but only time would fix that. He turned between them and started to work open Hotch's shirt, licking Hotch's neck.
Hotch was still kissing Morgan, but he moaned against Morgan's lips and slid his hand back into Reid's soft hair. "Spencer," he whispered, when he and Morgan broke apart. "I want to fuck you."
Reid's fingers went tight in the fabric of Hotch's shirt in reaction, and then he tugged, wanting to get the fabric between them off of Hotch. "Keep talking like that," he panted.
Morgan's breath caught in his throat when Hotch said that. He wanted to see that--but he couldn't quite suppress the pang of jealousy it sent through him. Reid's reaction reminded him that Reid was here because of Hotch, no matter what Morgan hoped. Still, God, that would be hot, watching Hotch take Reid. Morgan suspected it would be a little different from how Hotch was with him.
He leaned down and kissed the back of Reid's neck, stroking his hands up and down the lean back. "Mmm, Spence, you're so gorgeous," he breathed, and nibbled lightly at Reid's skin. He couldn't quite believe he was finally touching Reid, after years of wanting to.
Hotch laughed breathily and let Reid pull off his shirt and undershirt. Reid's hand's roamed Hotch's chest for a moment before they hooked into the top of Hotch's pants. He leaned back into Morgan's touch a little, though, a thrill going through him at Morgan's words, at the way Morgan had called him Spence. "Derek," he whispered, breathing the word against Hotch's skin.
"This might be the best idea you've ever had," Hotch murmured, slipping his hands into the top of Reid's pajama bottoms and trying to catch Morgan's eye, a small smile playing on his lips.
Morgan glanced up at Hotch, a thrill of heat going through him at the look on Hotch's face. "Glad you think so," he murmured, smiling back. He thought Hotch might just be right. He took one hand off Reid's back to reach for Hotch again, sliding a hand between them to pinch lightly at one of Hotch's nipples. "He likes this," Morgan breathed in Reid's ear. He kissed Reid's ear, then added, "He likes it if you bite them, too. But not too hard."
Reid was torn between the utter lust inspired by Morgan's breath in his ear, and that returning jealousy. Morgan knew Hotch's body already. Very well. And did he not think Reid would have figured out how to please Hotch on his own? "I've done this before, no matter what you might think," he said, and bit at Hotch's neck.
Hotch gasped at both Morgan's fingers and Reid's teeth on him, and let out a soft moan, but he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the words that came out of Reid. He met Morgan's gaze, unsure if he should respond to that, or if Morgan should.
Morgan frowned a little and leaned in to run his nose along Reid's jaw. "I don't have any doubts that you know what you're doing, Spence," he murmured. "I just thought you might like to have one trick up your sleeve." He mouthed at Reid's jaw, giving him a hint of teeth. "But if Aaron tells you I'm ticklish, he's lying." He grinned over Reid's shoulder at Hotch, then kissed his way down Reid's neck to his shoulders, stroking his hands down the lean back. Morgan was ticklish, horribly so, but he suddenly didn't mind Reid knowing that.
Hotch managed a smile, even as Reid's teeth worried his skin. "I'd go for the ribs. If you go for the feet, you'll get kicked," he murmured, turning his head to kiss Reid's hair. Reid stilled though, and Hotch's smile slipped.
Reid drew a deep breath against Hotch's skin, trying to tell himself he'd be stupid for walking away from this. He'd get over all the rest of it eventually. "Can you guys try not to remind me how long you've been together without me?" he said, pressing his face to Hotch's shoulder and sliding his arms around Hotch's waist.
Morgan pulled back, his gaze fixed on Reid's shoulders and the way they hunched a little as he leaned into Hotch. Hotch slid his arms around Reid, and after a moment lifted one arm to reach for Morgan, but Morgan took a step back. "You know, maybe I should go," Morgan said quietly. "You two could have a little time together." He refused to look up to meet Hotch's gaze.
Hotch tilted his head and fixed Morgan with a look, one that said he expected more from Morgan than to run away from this, or to have expected this to be simple, but Morgan wouldn't look at him. Reid's body had gone tense against him, though, and after a moment Reid turned to face Morgan, Hotch's arm still firmly around his waist.
Reid felt cold. He'd managed to ruin this already, and he looked at Morgan, not really knowing what to say. Did Morgan expect that in two weeks Reid had completely forgotten his jealousy? Didn't Morgan feel any watching Reid kiss Hotch, even after having been the one who'd had Hotch alone this entire time? "I didn't say that because I wanted you to leave," he murmured.
Morgan pressed his lips together, meeting Reid's eyes. He wanted Reid to know he was sincere, that he wasn't just trying to be a jerk. "I just want you to be happy about this," he said finally. "If it would help for me to go, to give you two a few weeks... It's only fair." He didn't like it, but he couldn't deny it would be fair to give Reid the same amount of time Morgan had had.
Reid's lips parted, and his eyes dropped to the floor. "Maybe," he said, sliding a hand over Hotch's where it was on his stomach.
Hotch frowned. "Guys, I'm standing right here in the room. You don't get to delegate my affections without me." His fingers curled against Reid's skin. "Morgan, look at me."
Morgan's brows drew together, but he looked up, meeting Hotch's gaze reluctantly. Hotch was probably annoyed because this had been Morgan's idea in the first place. But Morgan wasn't backing out, he just wanted to make sure Reid was really comfortable with the arrangement. And he didn't know if he could stand to listen to Reid make jealous remarks about Hotch and not give a damn about him.
Hotch held Morgan's gaze for a moment, then reached out his free hand, hoping Morgan would take it. "You're not walking out on me. Not over this."
Morgan's frown deepened as he took Hotch's hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm not 'walking out' on anyone," he said. "But I don't want to make Spencer miserable, and if he needs to...to make up for lost time with you--"
"I just said you two don't get to decide for me which one of you has me and when," Hotch said, cutting Morgan off. He tugged Morgan closer. "Spencer, are you miserable?"
Reid glanced up from where he'd be watching the way Hotch and Morgan were touching. He didn't mind seeing it. It was Hotch and Morgan sounding so happy about their past that bothered Reid. "I'm still--I'm jealous," he admitted, but then he reached out and took Morgan's free hand. "I'll get over it, but I just..." He looked up at Morgan. "...don't want to have to hear about it right now. Not yet. Not... tonight."
Hotch felt himself relax a bit when Reid reached out for Morgan, and suddenly something occurred to him. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Reid's ear. "You might be surprised... Do you realize how often we talked about you?" he whispered, pleased by the shiver that he felt run through Reid's body at the breath in his ear. He hoped Morgan wouldn't mind him telling Reid about this. "All the time. Nearly every time we touched, you came up... It's almost ridiculous -- you were already a part of our relationship before we ever approached you... from the very first night..." Reid shivered again and closed his eyes, and Hotch spared a glance up at Morgan, his gaze encouraging Morgan to help him, hoping this would work to temper Reid's jealousy.
Morgan felt suddenly immensely better. Reid would like hearing that. He stepped closer to them, keeping his gaze on Reid's face. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against Reid's. "Aaron knew how much I wanted you," he murmured. "And I could tell how much he wanted you. So you've always been here with us, Spence. Even if you didn't know it." He ghosted a hand down Reid's chest to rest on his belly and kissed Reid again.
Reid kissed Morgan back, liking the soft feel of his mouth, the gentle brushes of lips and tongues. He breathed a laugh and slid his hand over Morgan's hip, kissing Morgan again as Hotch's lips moved down his neck. "Why?"
"I think we wanted you -- wanted this -- a long time before we even realized." Hotch licked his way back up to Reid's ear, relishing the little gasp he heard, one that was muffled by Morgan's mouth. "You're special, Spencer."
"Special," Morgan murmured in agreement between tender little kisses. "Beautiful. Brilliant." He kissed his way down Reid's neck to his chest, licking playfully at one of Reid's nipples. What he wanted tonight, more than anything, was to make Reid happy. To convince him that he'd made the right decision. Morgan glanced up, wondering if Hotch had a plan, but he was unable to make eye contact and unwilling to stop tasting Reid long enough to ask.
Reid's breath hitched at the feel of Morgan's tongue and he slid his hand around the back of Morgan's head. "God, Morgan," he whispered, his fingers slipping down to brush the top of Morgan's back.
Reid leaned back against Hotch and Hotch held him, liking the weight and, if he was honest, feeling a little smug that he'd managed to get them all back together again with Reid reduced to whimpering. He slid a hand over Reid's stomach, reaching up to gently brush Morgan's cheek, and then he slid his hands into Reid's pajama bottoms, under his underwear, and pushed down until the fabric went slipping down Reid's legs. Hotch held his breath, watching Morgan down the length of Reid's body, Reid's hard cock standing just below him. God, it was beautiful.
Oh, God, that's perfect, Morgan thought. He sucked hard on Reid's nipple, then pulled away, trailing tiny kisses down his stomach as Reid kicked out of his pants. "Gorgeous," he murmured, "so sexy." He paused when his knees hit the ground, and looked up at Reid. "I want to suck you, Spence."
Reid could hardly breathe, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected, but it was wonderful, and he glanced at Hotch, who leaned in and kissed him. "God, yes," Reid panted when the kiss broke, looking back down at Morgan and stroking a hand over his head. "Derek," he murmured, holding Morgan's gaze.
Morgan gave Reid a broad smile, stroking his hands over Reid's skin. He thought he should look at Hotch, but he couldn't wrench his gaze from Reid's face just then. It was so incredible to have reduced Reid to this state. "I've wanted to do this for so long, pretty boy," he admitted. He circled Reid's cock lightly with a hand and lowered his head, licking delicately at the head, more teasing than anything at first.
Reid drew a shuddery breath, and dropped his head against Hotch's shoulder again. Oh, God, Morgan was going to tease him. "Please," he whimpered. "Please."
Hotch couldn't help but chuckle, kissing Reid's jaw and neck, and then looking back down at Morgan, his lips and tongue working lightly over Reid's cock. Hotch's own cock pulsed with desire, and he wanted to be inside of Reid now, watching Morgan's lips slide over Reid as he fucked Reid, but he reminded himself to be patient, then told Reid the same. "Patience," he whispered, and Reid whimpered and turned his head to kiss Hotch.
Morgan laughed quietly but drew his tongue along Reid's shaft and swirled it around the head before going back to the softer licks. He was glad to hear Hotch's amusement, to know Hotch was enjoying this, too. He reached his free hand behind Reid, rubbing his hand against Hotch's leg just to say he hadn't forgotten him.
Reid moaned into Hotch's mouth, Morgan's tongue making him squirm against Hotch. "Don't want to be patient. Suck me," he pleaded.
Morgan groaned, surprised to hear Reid say that. But Hotch had said himself what was required: "Patience," Morgan said, brushing his lips against Reid's cock. "Aaron wants to watch." He smiled and then licked Reid again, more slowly.
"I do," Hotch agreed, sliding a hand down to give Morgan's hand a squeeze, and then sliding his other hand down to cup Reid's ass. "I'd like to watch while I fuck him," he murmured, and it was true.
Reid made a high-pitched whimper, and kissed Hotch hungrily. He could listen to Hotch talk like that all night, and Morgan's lips were driving him crazy. "Somebody do something," he moaned.
"Mmmm, Spencer's sexy when he's like this," Morgan said, looking up at Hotch. "I'd say he wants you to fuck him, too." He lapped at Reid's slit, then closed his lips just over the head of Reid's cock.
Hotch gave Morgan a lopsided smile, then his breath hitched at the sight of the head of Reid's cock disappearing into Morgan's mouth and the sound that came out of Reid when it happened. Reid's body arched against Hotch's and Hotch held him steady, his arm looping around Reid's waist again. "Is that what you want?" he breathed into Reid's ear. "Do you want me to fuck you while Derek sucks your cock?"
A shock of lust ran through Reid, and he felt a little light headed. God, he'd never heard Hotch talk like that before, and Morgan's mouth was sending shivers through him, making him want to beg for more. "Yes," he panted.
"Say it," Hotch said, his voice soft against Reid's skin, but demanding.
"God, Hotch," Reid panted.
Morgan hummed a laugh at Reid's reaction. He remembered being shocked the first time Hotch said 'fuck', too. And he remembered how damn sexy it was. He glanced up at Hotch and slid his hand down to cup Reid's balls. It was still sexy hearing Hotch say 'fuck'. Morgan wanted to hear Reid say it, too. He sucked at Reid's cock, working his tongue against it.
Hotch smiled, knowing from Morgan's laugh that Morgan wanted to hear it as much as Hotch did. "Say it," Hotch repeated, his tone lightening as he turned his smile on Reid.
Reid gasped, his fingers curling against Morgan's head, wishing there was hair to grip, and then flattening against the mostly bald scalp again. "Fuck me," he breathed, his eyes on Hotch. "Oh, God, Derek!" he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Morgan sucked harder.
Hotch bent Reid back a bit in a hungry kiss, liking how those words sounded on Reid's lips, making him want to be inside Reid even more. He trailed a few kisses over Reid's jaw and stepped away to go get the lube and condoms. "Wait here," he breathed, though he doubted Reid would move away from Morgan's impressively talented mouth anyway.
Morgan lifted his hands to cup Reid's ass, keeping him close as Morgan bobbed his head, sucking and licking hungrily. Reid's noises were wonderful, sending thrills of lust all the way through Morgan's body. Yes, this had definitely been the best idea he'd had in years. He pulled slowly off Reid's cock with a wet pop and leaned back to look up at him for a moment. "Gorgeous," he murmured, and then took Reid in his mouth again.
Reid was glad for Morgan's hands once Hotch moved away. His knees felt weak and Morgan was holding him centered as his body lit up with each swipe of Morgan's tongue. He looked down, his eyes half lidded as he watched Morgan. Morgan was so sexy, and he wanted Reid. "You talked about me?" he whispered, his lips curling even as he let his eyes fall shut again, letting the pleasure run through him.
Morgan hummed an affirmative, his fingers tightening a little on Reid's ass. He couldn't take his eyes off Reid's face, on the pleased expression there. He was even more beautiful when he smiled. We couldn't stop talking about you, he thought.
A shiver ran through Reid at the feel of that hum against his prick, and he moaned. Oh, Morgan was good at this. Reid trailed his fingertips over Morgan's head, letting both hands rest there to feel the way Morgan's moved over him. "Derek," he whispered. "I never thought-- you-- mmm..."
Hotch glanced back, taking in the sight of Morgan sucking Reid, the way Reid's body was almost slack with pleasure. "We've reduced Doctor Reid to incoherence," Hotch said, amused, and walked back over to where they were. He trailed wet kisses along the back of Reid's neck as he flicked open the top of the tube of lubrication.
That was quite possibly the best feeling in the world, to know Spencer Reid couldn't put words together properly--because of them. Morgan sucked a little harder, then pulled off again, swirling his tongue around the head. "Spencer is so sexy," he told Hotch. "He seems to like what I'm doing." He lapped teasingly up the length of Reid's cock. "And I bet he can't wait for you to fuck him." He ducked his head to take Reid into his mouth again.
"God, no... Aaron," Reid whimpered. "Please." He had a feeling he wasn't going to last very long, and if Hotch didn't hurry up, he was going to come in Morgan's mouth before Hotch was even inside him. Just thinking that sent another frisson of lust through Reid, and he moaned.
Hotch drew his hand down the back of Reid's back before he slicked his fingers and circled Reid's entrance. "You're beautiful," he breathed, and kissed Reid as he pushed against Reid's pucker, his finger slipping just past the entrance.
Reid sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the tension of his body building, Hotch's finger driving it further. "I'm going to come without you if you don't fuck me right now."
Hotch kissed him and considered that for a moment, then slid his finger deeper and crooked it a little inside of Reid. Reid gasped and moaned again, and then bit down on Hotch's lip. When Hotch pulled away, he whispered against Reid's lips. "We have all night to make you come again."
Morgan chose that moment to take Reid as deep as he could, his fingers curling around Reid's balls and squeezing carefully. He suspected Hotch wanted to watch Reid first, and have a little more time once they'd taken the edge off. He could be wrong, but the idea appealed to him, so he sucked hard and hummed around Reid's cock, watching Reid as best he could.
"Oh, God!" Reid gasped, and as Morgan's mouth worked over him, Hotch's finger circled that spot inside him, Hotch's lips leaving teasing kisses on Reid's. All the tension in his body was coiling low in his stomach, and after a moment, he couldn't stop whimpering and moaning. "Derek!" he tried to warn, but he clenched around Hotch's finger and came hard, bracing on Morgan's shoulders before Hotch moved to hold him again.
Morgan pulled back enough that he wouldn't choke, swallowing easily. My name, he thought triumphantly, not because he'd beaten Hotch, but because he'd won Reid. He said my name.
The expression on Reid's face, the lines of sheer pleasure, and the way that orgasm swept through his entire body, leaving him limp and panting between them, made Hotch even more desperate for Reid. He slid his hand into Reid's hair and braced him when Reid pushed up again and rested back against Hotch. Hotch kissed his ear, almost feeling the racing of Reid's blood through his skin.
Morgan pulled away slowly, licking Reid clean as he did. He shifted to lean his cheek against Reid's hip, breathing hard and wanting so much. He breathed in the smell of Reid's skin, one hand creeping towards his own cock.
Reid let his hand caress Morgan's skin, what he could reach of it, and turned his head to kiss Hotch. He still couldn't think, still didn't know what to say. He was almost grateful when Hotch murmured, "Bed." He turned to kiss Hotch fully. "Mm-hmm," he agreed, his voice still sounding weak, and reached down to touch Morgan's shoulder to get Morgan to move with them.
Part Three
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Date: 2009-05-21 10:40 pm (UTC)