A Fine History, Hotch/Rossi, NC-17 (PWP)
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geekystudmuffinTitle: A Fine History
Fandome: Criminal Minds
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Rossi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave keeps Aaron company on the day of his divorce.
Word count: ~10,000
Author's notes: RP format. Total PWP. :) Elements of MILD power struggle.
If there was one thing Dave Rossi understood, it was history.
Not necessarily the whys and wherefores of it, but at least the importance of it. A person's history shaped who he was, how he would react to things. A person's history changed what was important to him. Sometimes a person's history was all he had left.
Dave had an appreciation for fine things. Good rum, Renaissance art, hand-made hunting rifles, he'd gained more than a passing acquaintance for such things once he left the Bureau and started writing. True-crime writers and private consultants were much better paid than Special Agents, even with the geographic and availability bonuses in Quantico. But most important to Dave, more important even than the fine things in his life, was his history, and that was what eventually drove him back to the Bureau after Jason Gideon disappeared.
History. History was the reason Dave wasn't surprised when the caller ID said 'Hotchner, Haley', with a long-distance number listed.
He smiled and answered with a warm, "Haley."
"Dave, what a surprise. You're actually home."
"Ouch." The smile didn't fade. Haley had never liked him much--she'd always blamed him for encouraging Aaron's obsession with his job. Dave had never really cared if she liked him, because he'd never liked her, either.
"Aaron took a personal day today," she said. It threw him for a moment; usually she got straight to the point in their conversations.
"I'm surprised you knew about it."
"Our divorce was finalized today. I thought someone should know, since he probably won't tell anyone."
"That's good of you."
"Don't patronize me," Haley snapped. "I still care about him, no matter what you think."
"Oh, I know that," Dave said. "You just care more about yourself. Thanks for calling, Haley." He hung up without waiting for her to say goodbye.
Twenty minutes later he was on his way out the door, a bottle of Rhum Barbancourt Reserve Speciale in hand. He knew Aaron would be at home in the house that was far too big for him, rattling from room to empty room. Aaron wouldn't want company. Dave wasn't going to give him any choice.
There was music, at least. It wasn't anything Aaron would have chosen to listen to if he had a choice of ambient background noise, but the house had been silent. Too silent. But rather than admit defeat--admit loneliness--Aaron had turned on the radio. The latest hit single on the pop charts was breezing through the nearly empty house, and Aaron wasn't sure if it made him feel any better or worse.
When the knock sounded on his front door in the middle of the afternoon, Aaron frowned, but got up off the couch. He wasn't sure what exactly the real estate agent would be stopping by for, but she was the only person who even knew where he lived now.
Except Dave. Who was standing on the other side of the door when Aaron opened it.
"Dave," Aaron greeted, his eyes flickering to the bottle tucked under Dave's arm. He held a sigh because this was too coincidental. "Haley told you," he said, glancing away and curling his fingers around the door frame. "It was nice of her, but unnecessary."
"Right, because you would have told me at work tomorrow," Dave said. He raised his eyebrows, one corner of his mouth curling up. "I have a bottle of rum you can only get in the islands, and even if I'm not good company, it is."
"No, it was unnecessary because I really don't need company," Aaron said, and gave Dave a look that he had a feeling wouldn't work. Especially not when Dave was smiling at him like that. He used to hate that cocky little grin when he first joined the BAU, but now it was almost comfortingly familiar.
"Of course you don't." Dave shrugged. "What can I say, I'm lonely." He took a step forward, gambling that Aaron would back away and let him inside.
Aaron stepped away without a word and let Dave in, as it was already apparent that Dave was going to win this argument. Aaron didn't really feel up to arguing either, so he locked the door behind Dave. He turned to face Dave, who was already walking into the mostly empty living room. "Glasses are in the second cupboard in the kitchen," he said. He'd at least replaced that much of what he'd left with Haley.
"Oh, she let you keep something?" Dave asked, not bothering to hide the animosity in his voice. Aaron knew Dave and Haley had never got along, and at this point Dave didn't have any reason to sugar-coat it at all. He opened the bottle and poured them both a couple of inches of golden-brown liquor.
Aaron didn't bother to hide his frown, though he didn't suppose that tone Dave used when talking about Haley was going to change anytime soon. He settled in at the new kitchen table. The house was getting furnished piece by piece; the kitchen and bedroom had been first. He shook his head. "I didn't want any of it." That wasn't exactly true, but it was close enough.
"Hmm." Dave sat across from him. "So what am I interrupting? Brooding, or something more productive?"
Aaron glanced at the radio, then back at Dave. "Did I say you were interrupting?" he asked, arching a eyebrow and taking a sip of rum, hissing a little as it burned his throat.
Dave shrugged and leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "You said you didn't need company, which implies you're occupying yourself. The Brittany Spears music on the radio implies it's brooding, because I can't think of any reason besides self-torture you'd be listening to it otherwise." He sipped at the rum, not looking away from Aaron's face. "Of course, I could be wrong."
Aaron held Dave's gaze for a long moment, his expression placid, and then slumped down in his seat, looking into his glass. "Is that who that is?" he asked, tilting his head in the general direction of the noise.
"Hell if I know," Dave said, his lips curling up again. "You know I don't listen to anything recorded after 1979."
In spite of himself, Aaron laughed softly and shook his head, then got up and crossed the room to turn the offending music off. He almost regretted it. Almost. When the background noise disappeared, it almost seemed too quiet at first. He collapsed back in his chair anyway, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should have expected this."
There had been a time when Dave would have been tempted to offer to rub Aaron's neck for him. He'd thought that time long past, but the lingering traces of emotion in Aaron's expression sent a pang through Dave's chest. Aaron closed himself off, kept a wall between himself and the rest of the team. He called them Reid, Morgan, Prentiss. But Dave was always Dave, just like he always had been. And here, now, Aaron was just Aaron.
Suddenly it seemed like a more precious gift than Dave had realized.
Aaron sighed, still not looking up. "She had Reid's number too, and she likes him a hell of a lot more than she likes you." A small smile graced Aaron's lips, and then vanished. "Haley is a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them," he said, and tossed back the rest of his rum, putting the glass on the table.
"Spencer's a great kid, but he doesn't exactly strike me as the kind of guy you want to get drunk with," Dave said, pouring another two inches of rum in Aaron's glass. "Not to mention he still has something of a hero-worship thing for you." He liked Reid a lot, but hero worship wasn't what Aaron needed tonight.
Aaron gave Dave a look, then took his glass back. "He worshiped Gideon, not me. And I shouldn't be getting drunk anyway." Aaron fiddled absently with the rim of his glass. "Reid knows a lot, but he doesn't know what it's like to be middle-aged and divorced." He gave Dave a small, self-mocking smile, and took another drink.
Dave shrugged. "At least this is your first time," he said, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Aaron laughed again. "I was imagining that, like most things in life, it gets easier the more often you do it," he said.
That was an interesting thought. Dave squinted at the tabletop. "After the first time, it's easier to remember whether the the ZZ Top CDs were yours or hers, anyway." You didn't invest as much in the second and third marriages as you did the first. You protected yourself. He wasn't sure Aaron wanted to hear that. Dave drained his glass.
"You remember where she ends and you begin," Aaron said, and he'd meant it to sound like a question, but it didn't come out that way. And suddenly he felt miserable again.
Dave sighed. "Aaron," he said, and shook his head. He poured more rum into Aaron's glass. "After Diane, I realized I never wanted to have children, because it would be more painful to split them up than a CD collection. After Rita, I wished I had children, because I'd obviously never had her." He took a sip of his own. "And after Kay, I decided I might as well adopt someone, because I was through with wives."
He had no idea what the hell he'd been trying to say with that.
Aaron shifted in his seat, straightening and pressing his lips into a thin line. But he just picked his glass up when Dave topped it off again, even though his tongue was already starting to feel a little loose. "I'd never take back having Jack," he said, looking into his drink. "I just hope he can forgive me."
"What's to forgive?" Dave said, his brows drawing together. "Your son loves you. You love your son. You can't help it that Haley chose to put her own happiness ahead of yours."
"Didn't I do the same thing?" Aaaron asked, glancing up. "I made a choice too, you know. Haley had a valid point." He shook his head quickly. "It's pointless now. It's done," he said, hoping Dave would let him dismiss the subject.
Dave shrugged, but it was obvious Aaron didn't want this conversation to go any further. "You didn't let her keep the crystal vase, did you?" he asked, referring to the wedding present he'd given them together with his first wife.
It took Aaron a moment to follow, but once he did, his lips twitched up a bit. He stared at Dave for a moment, not sure if he was still upset or amused--though he was relieved by the change of subject. "I let her keep almost everything, but I'm sure if I remind her who it was from, she'll let me take it back."
That earned a laugh. "It's not as if you have anything else to decorate that empty mantel," Dave said, nodding towards the fireplace. "Honestly, Aaron, you need to start settling in. Make this place feel like it belongs to Aaron Hotchner. Trust me when I say that turning your house into a home is the best step to take next."
Aaron looked around for a moment, then sighed. "I should have asked Strauss if I could rent out my office," he murmured, then let another sip of rum slide down his throat. "It already feels like home without any extra effort."
Dave shook his head, though he couldn't really argue with the sentiment. "Nah, you'd never get any sleep." He sat back in his chair. "So do I get the ten-cent tour?"
"Might as well give it now, considering you keep filling my glass." Aaron stood and ignored the way his body tingled. He rarely drank--it was too dangerous, given that he could be called in to work at any time--so liquor had a tendency to hit him faster than it seemed reasonable.
Dave smiled and stood, too. He poured himself another inch of rum before leaving the table, though. "So. Nice kitchen."
Aaron nodded. "Nice enough," he said, heading out into the open living room, which was sparsely furnished. He glanced at where his movies were still packed by TV against the wall. "I hope you're a fan of U-haul boxes, or this might be a pretty boring tour."
Dave shrugged. "I'm no stranger to 'em, that's for sure." He put his free hand in his pocket and sipped his drink. "I like the couch."
"It's new," Aaron said. "I don't think I like it, actually." He sighed and headed down the hallway.
Dave raised his eyebrows, unable to resist the futile wish that there were magic words to erase Aaron's pain. "We've known each other for a long time," he said, appropos of nothing. Aaron had just entered a room that was clearly where he slept, though Dave wouldn't grace it with the word 'bedroom' just yet. The bed stood alone against one wall, a double with sheets and no blanket. It looked small, especially under the vaulted ceiling. The closet door stood open, the rack less than half full with suits, button-down shirts, and pant hangers.
Somehow this room seemed even more depressing when someone else was looking at it too. Aaron leaned against the wall near the door, watching Dave for a moment. "Yeah, we have." He breathed a tiny laugh. "I was lucky enough to be in the BAU when you were still in your prime," he joked, and then caught himself inclined to wink at Dave. No more rum.
Dave laughed. "And I'm fortunate enough to be back when you're in your prime," he retorted, grinning. He turned in a circle. The room made him sad. Aaron Hotchner wasn't the sort of man who should live like this. "Got some great natural light in here," he said finally, and went to lean against the doorframe, opposite Aaron.
Aaron laughed but didn't say anything. He just glanced down as Dave inspected his room and then came back over to the door. He could feel Dave's eyes on him too, but he didn't look up for a moment. "Do you want to know why I hate my couch?" He had a feeling Dave knew, even if he didn't realize he knew yet.
Dave just nodded, watching him. Talk to me, he thought. About anything. Just talk to me.
Aaron saw Dave nod out of the corner of his eye. "It's too big for one person," he said.
Dave took a sip of his drink, considering what to say. After a moment he raised his eyebrows and decided, What the hell? "So's the bed." He watched Aaron for a moment, his lips quirking, then looked away and finished his rum.
"I hate the bed too," Aaron said quickly, but a moment later he frowned in thought. "It's not even Haley either..."
Dave shook his head. "How long?" he asked, wondering if Aaron would answer the question or get angry.
Aaron frowned and looked up at Dave. "How long since what?"
...Or not understand. Dave raised his eyebrows. "Since you've used a bed for anything besides sleeping."
Aaron's eyebrows went up, and he stared at Dave for a moment. That was unexpected. Then again, this was Dave. Aaron looked away and shifted against the wall. "I can't even remember."
Dave shook his head. "Oh, you need to do something about that. Seriously, Aaron, just rebound and get it out of your system." He sniffed and glanced away, folding his arms over his chest. "She already has, hasn't she?"
Aaron glanced back in Dave's direction, but didn't actually look at him. He might have been upset if anyone but Dave were asking. In all honesty, he was starting to bristle, but it wasn't Dave he was angry at. "The unexplainable phone calls started well before the divorce was finalized."
Dave nodded. "She has no idea what she's lost," he said quietly. She should, after all those years of marriage--a marriage that had lasted longer than two of Dave's marriages put together.
Aaron shook his head. "I'm pretty sure she knew exactly what she gave away. She knows who I am, and it wasn't what she wanted anymore." A moment after he said it, he realized what Dave had said, caught the different tone of it. He glanced up at Dave.
"No, Aaron," Dave said, watching him steadily. "She doesn't know you at all." She never did.
Aaron expelled a breath, a small, disbelieving laugh, but he didn't drop Dave's gaze. "She was my high school sweetheart. I've known her since I was fifteen, Dave. She knows more about me than just about anyone."
"And yet she never understood that asking you to give up the BAU would be like asking you to cut your heart out." Dave shook his head. "Profiling is more than just what you do, Aaron. It's who you are. And she resented your job from the day you came here." She knew she couldn't compete.
Aaron looked away and stared at his empty wall where it met the top of his headboard. He wasn't sure that saying she'd resented the job from the start was the case, but she had grown to resent it. And the rest of what Dave said... was true. "She didn't marry a profiler, she married a prosecutor."
Dave shook his head. He couldn't argue that point, but he wasn't sure it mattered. "She married the finest man I've ever known, and she's a complete fool for giving you up."
Aaron's gaze snapped back to Dave's. "We gave each other up," he said after a brief silence, but his voice came out oddly blank. He knew that Dave respected him. They'd known each other over a decade. They were friends. But he hadn't quite been expecting Dave to say what he just had.
"She walked away first," Dave said. It's not what I would have done, if I'd had you. Dave had walked away, of course, but then, Haley'd had Aaron's heart since high school. Aaron Hotchner's defining characteristic was faithfulness--to himself, to the law, and to his wife.
"That depends on whose perspective you're looking at it from," Aaron said, but he was still staring at Dave, not really sure what to say and starting to wonder why he was even trying to defend his now ex-wife. "None of this matters," he said after a moment.
Dave just looked at him for a while, wondering if Aaron was only defending her out of habit. "What matters is you're unhappy," he said finally. "And I didn't really intend for this to happen when I brought the Reserve Speciale, but I'm going to take a chance. After all, I've retired from the BAU once, I can always do it again if this goes badly."
He set his empty glass on a stack of boxes and took the few steps required to stand in front of Aaron. "I always wondered..." Without finishing the sentence, he gripped Aaron's shoulders and kissed him hard.
Aaron hadn't seen that coming, not even until Dave was doing it. He gasped against Dave's lips, his hands automatically moving to press against Dave's chest. Dave was kissing him. Dave was kissing him. Aaron's brain ground to a screeching halt. He had the vague notion that he should be pushing Dave away, but another one, one he didn't quite understand, that he shouldn't reject this. So he returned the kiss and waited for Dave to pull away and look at him. "I'm not gay," he blurted.
"And I am?" Dave said, raising his eyebrows. "But I've always wanted to do that." He shifted a little closer, his heart feeling like it was jumping under Aaron's fingers. They weren't pushing him away. "You are the finest man I know, Aaron," he murmured.
"Oh, God," Aaron breathed, and he knew he ought to say something more intelligent, but the only thing he could think to say for a moment was you just kissed me! And that was going the opposite direction of more intelligent. "I-- You-- Dave." Great. That hadn't really been any better.
Dave just held his gaze. "Aaron."
Aaron shook his head and looked between them. "You'll have to give me a moment to catch up here," he managed. He didn't think he'd ever actually been this close to Dave, at least not without a loaded weapon in his hand. There was nothing wrong with it. It was surprisingly comfortable, and he could still feel Dave's goatee against his chin. The fingers of one hand pressed more firmly against Dave's chest, but he still didn't push away. "When you said rebound, I had no idea this was what you meant."
Dave chuckled. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said it," he confessed. "But I figured you might be more comfortable rebounding with someone who understands." He smiled slowly. "And like I said...I've always wanted to do that."
"I'm not... comfortable with the idea of rebounding in general," Aaron confessed. How Haley could have just started sleeping with someone else--while she was still married to Aaron, no less--was baffling, when Aaron hadn't even found himself able to look at other people since being single and alone. He looked up and met Dave's eyes. "This really isn't a good idea."
"I think it's an excellent idea, actually," Dave countered. "You need to be reminded you're intelligent and desirable. We've got a long history together, and we've stayed close despite the fact that both of us have had periods of being complete jackasses. I think our friendship can survive this." He kissed Aaron again, more slowly this time.
Aaron felt himself relax a little this time, slumping more against the wall. His fingers curled into Dave's shirt. "For all intents and purposes, Dave, I'm your supervisor," he said when Dave pulled away again.
"Eh, you're the SAC, big deal," Dave said. "When has that ever stopped me?" He grinned at Aaron, since there was at least one incident, ten years ago, when Aaron had told him not to get involved. They'd argued over that, and eventually Dave had admitted Aaron had been right...but that it had been worth it.
Aaron blinked at Dave a moment. "That's exactly why I'm not supposed to be considering this," he said plainly. Once the words were out, it hit him that he was considering it. That wouldn't escape Dave's notice either.
"But you are," Dave said, a hint of challenge in his voice. Aaron needed to be pushed from time to time. Derek was the only one currently on the team who even came close. It was time for Dave to push a little.
"I am," Aaron admitted, because there was no use denying it. He shook his head slowly, his eyes drifting to Dave's lips. "I've never done this before," he murmured, though he had a feeling Dave knew that too.
"I hadn't guessed," Dave said dryly. He kissed Aaron again, since he seemed to need a little reassurance. For that matter, Dave hadn't done anything like this before, either. He didn't see the sense in telling Aaron that, though. It would only make him more nervous than he already was.
This shouldn't feel as easy as it did. Aaron was certain of that. And it wasn't easy, in the sense that Aaron knew he shouldn't be allowing this to happen, he hadn't ever been attracted to men, and his mind kept racing with the fact that he'd never really been with anyone but Haley. Still, Dave was familiar. Dave was safe, comfortable. He knew what to expect from this, and he knew Dave was right when he said their friendship would survive it.
And no one had kissed Aaron like they really meant it in far too long.
Aaron flattened his palm against Dave's chest again as they kissed and slid it around Dave's side, finally letting a little noise of need escape his lips.
Dave felt the moment Aaron gave in, the relaxing of the hard body against his own, the melting into the kiss. Good. Aaron needed this and Dave wanted it. He slid his hands up to cup Aaron's face, his fingertips brushing Aaron's hair, and stroked his tongue along Aaron's lower lip, coaxing his mouth open to deepen the kiss.
Aaron sucked in a breath, and finally leaned into the kiss. The facial hair was... slightly distracting, but this was Dave. Aaron couldn't stop thinking that. He slid both arms around Dave's waist and pulled Dave closer so that Aaron was pressed between him and the wall.
Dave hummed into the kiss, leaning into Aaron hungrily. It was extremely gratifying that Aaron's only objections had been on the basis of their job, once they got past the initial protest of heterosexuality--Aaron thought Dave was desirable. All right, so the just-divorced man was the one who really needed to feel wanted, but it didn't hurt to know the attraction was mutual.
Aaron moaned softly, letting Dave devour his lips and tongue, and then he started giving back fully, putting as much into the kiss as Dave was. His hands roamed Dave's back for a moment until he shifted so his could thread one hand into Dave's hair. God, that was strange. Dave's hair was coarse, and short, and so very different. And Aaron had a feeling his lips would be raw eventually from the scratch of Dave's goatee, but he needed to be kissed like this, with hunger, and passion, and want
Dave pressed his hips against Aaron's, his breath hitching in his chest. It was incredibly hot feeling Aaron respond fully to this. He broke the kiss finally, breathing hard, but immediately began nipping and sucking along Aaron's jaw, intoxicated by the taste of him.
All Aaron could manage was a noise that sounded a little like surrender. He let his head fall back against the wall, breathing hard. He felt light-headed, and he closed his fingers in Dave's hair, willing him not to stop.
"You're gorgeous," Dave whispered, brushing his nose against Aaron's ear. "You know that, right?" He dragged his teeth over the earlobe, then lowered his head to suck at Aaron's throat. What was even more gorgeous was Aaron giving in like this. It was incredibly arousing.
Aaron gasped and then let out a shuddery laugh. "Shut up," he murmured, smiling and sliding the hand not in Dave's hair under his shirt to let it brush the small of Dave's back.
"Sexy," Dave replied, rolling his hips against Aaron's. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. He'd grown tired of liaisons with women who were interested in him for his money or relative fame, and he'd sworn off marriage...but Aaron--this was different. "So intense behind your walls," he breathed.
Aaron groaned as Dave pushed against his arousal, his breath leaving him even more when he felt that Dave was equally excited. Still, he couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm boring, Dave. Boring and old. You make it sound like you're making out with Batman."
Dave laughed and pulled back enough to look at him. "You know, you do have certain things in common," he teased. "You're a young pup compared to me, anyway." He kissed Aaron hungrily and tugged at his shirt.
Aaron hummed into the kisse, and then pulled back enough to let Dave pull his shirt off--though they got halted momentarily having to unbutton the top two buttons. He pulled Dave against him again once it was off. "This doesn't feel the least bit surreal to you?"
"Mmm, somewhat." Dave stroked a hand up Aaron's side, dragging his tongue along Aaron's jaw. "Surreal, but exciting. Different." He smiled and nipped gently. "Arousing."
Aaron let out a breath he'd been holding, his fingers curling into the bottom of Dave's shirt. He wanted to pull it off, but Dave's lips felt to good to interrupt just yet, and he was slightly overwhelmed by the words that had just come out of Dave's mouth. "Fuck me, that's the last thing I ever expected out of your lips."
Hearing Aaron swear sent a thrill of pure lust through Dave. He'd heard it before, but never in a situation remotely like this, and never when 'fuck me' could be construed as... "Is that an invitation?" Dave breathed, smiling. He nipped at Aaron's jaw again.
Aaron's breath hitched, but the question made him tense slightly. He needed this--wanted this--but his brain hadn't exactly gotten to the sex yet, or how they were going to do this. "I... don't know."
"Mm, well, one step at a time," Dave said, his voice low and warm. He knew it surprised people when he was gentle; he supposed he came across as a hard-bitten asshole most of the time. But he understood gentleness, even if he didn't employ it often. He worked a knee between Aaron's, stroking his hands down sides without an ounce of fat, and kissed him again--gently, this time. "Right now I'm turned on just by making out with you, anyway," he murmured.
The tension in Aaron's body started to unravel when Dave's tone changed, and Aaron returned the kiss. He was almost surprised at how willing he was to just let Dave settle his nerves, how much he didn't want to panic, in spite of this feeling beyond not only his knowledge, but his control as well. "Okay," he breathed, then started to tug at the bottom of Dave's shirt.
Dave had always had a healthy ego, but he knew he wasn't much to look at compared to Aaron. It was exciting, having Aaron undressing him. He helped Aaron with his shirt and then pressed against him again. "Aaron." He trailed kisses down Aaron's throat.
"Mmph, yes," Aaron returned and slid his hands down Dave's chest, scratching a fingernail lightly over Dave's nipple, a small grin curling his lips.
"Oh, God!" Dave bit out, his eyes widening. He arched against Aaron and lifted his head to teeth at his earlobe. "Aaron--"
That was exactly the reaction Aaron had hoped for, and he hummed a small chuckle and turned his head to run his lips across Dave's jaw. The scrape of stubble against his lips was new, but not necessarily bad--not when Dave was responding the way he was. Dave, he thought; he just couldn't get over it every time he paused to think.
Dave groaned and pressed against him. This was exactly what they'd both needed. He slid a hand down Aaron's side and cupped his ass, pulling their groins closer.
Aaron shifted against Dave with a little gasp, then turned his hand, pinching lightly at Dave's nipple. "How long for you?" he murmured, biting lightly across Dave's throat. For one thing, he hardly expected Dave had gone from ladies man to interested in this over night. For another... it just mattered somehow.
"Ahh--" Dave arched his neck a little. "Might be a couple months short of two years..." He shifted against Aaron and ran the fingers of one hand up into his hair. "Mmm, Aaron."
Aaron slipped the tips of his fingers into the back of Dave's pants and lifted his head to kiss Dave again, feeling relieved for that answer--relieved for something he hadn't even realized he'd been worried about. "And you're telling me I need to get laid?" he breathed against Dave's lips, then pushed from the wall to walk Dave backwards towards the bed, ignoring the flipping in his stomach.
Dave laughed. "You're younger than I am, and this is your first divorce," he replied, letting Aaron guide him. He wasn't a passive lover by nature, but he had a feeling Aaron needed to feel more in control, and he didn't have a problem with that--since it was Aaron.
"Mmn," Aaron replied, the noise dismissive. There wasn't enough of an age difference to worry about, and he didn't want to think about the divorce. He focused on kissing Dave as they moved instead, deepening the kiss hungrily.
Dave wrapped an arm around Aaron's waist, returning the kiss with rising passion. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he turned slightly, guiding Aaron down to the bed and joining him immediately.
"Dave," Aaron murmured, and laughed softly when Dave came to rest beside him. "God,what are we doing?" he asked, but his hands roamed Dave's chest and his lips brushed Dave's softly.
"We're making out like a pair of teenagers," Dave said, laughter threading through his words. "And it's pretty fucking hot, if you ask me." He scratched his nails lightly down Aaron's back and leaned in for another kiss.
Aaron laughed again and shook his head, but then just kissed Dave again, trying to push down the renewed mental protests now that they were actually in his bed.
It was more than hot, Dave thought. It was actually nice. He squeezed Aaron's ass again and worked a leg between Aaron's, pressing their bodies close. It was strange, feeling chest hair on the person he was holding.
For all that he had been the one to start walking this way, Aaron was wondering if he had the courage now to be the one who started to undress them further. Instead of testing that, he hooked his leg with Dave's and pressed against him harder when Dave squeezed, his own arousal pressing into Dave's thigh.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, and rolled on top of him, wondering if Aaron would let him or if they would compete for the upper hand. He kissed Aaron hard, wanting to distract him, but not minding the thought of a playful struggle.
Aaron let Dave move on top, but his brow creased slightly in thought. It wasn't Dave that fanned his apprehensions again, but he felt out of place underneath Dave. And he had a feeling if he rolled them again, Dave would feel the same way, perhaps more so because it was no secret Dave's ego far surpassed Aaron's. Aaron returned the kiss, but threaded his fingers with Dave's holding them firmly where they were.
Dave pulled back just enough to meet Aaron's gaze, trying to figure out what they were going to do next. Kissing Aaron was one of the best decisions he'd made recently, but Aaron had been quick to assert that he wasn't gay. "Aaron..." For once in his life, though, he found himself at a loss for words, so he just dipped his head and kissed Aaron again.
Aaron kissed back, trying to relax into it, but now his mind was racing almost as much as his body was. Dave seemed at an odd loss as well, and that wasn't particularly reassuring. Aaron swallowed hard, but loosened his grip on Dave's hands. "We've established what we're doing. At what point do we establish what we're going to do?" he murmured, saying what he knew they were both thinking.
One point for Aaron, just for having the balls to say that out loud, Dave thought. "We can do that now, if you want," he said, watching Aaron's face. Now that his hand was free, he rested it lightly on Aaron's chest, tracing his fingers through the tidy dark hair. "Like I said, this really wasn't premeditated."
Aaron nodded, wondering how much of what he was thinking he should actually say. Then he reminded himself that this was Dave, and that Dave would likely appreciate bluntness more than most people Aaron knew. "I know," he started, then smiled softly. "I highly doubt you want me to fuck you, and I don't think I want you to fuck me." Aaron had to wonder how much of that was because this was Dave, and how much of that was because he'd never done this before. He didn't think, generally speaking, that he was someone who felt like he had to be in control in bed, but somehow he did tonight.
Dave was startled into a laugh. He kissed Aaron again and murmured, "You know, I was starting to get a little concerned about that. What's wrong with me, trying to sacrifice my usual tactful manner to keep from hurting your feelings?" He shook his head. "Right, so neither one of us is really getting fucked tonight. We still have some highly attractive options." He slid his hand down Aaron's chest to his stomach.
Aaron laughed, and sucked in a breath at the feeling of Dave's hand. "You were trying to spare my feelings? I'm touched, Dave," he said, amused. Dave never did that for anyone, so Aaron really was mildly impressed, even if he couldn't help but find it a little funny too. Aaron slid his hand into Dave's hair and kissed him again.
Dave hummed into the kiss, drawing it out and relishing the slide of Aaron's tongue against his. When he drew back, they were both breathless again. "Yeah, keep quiet about it; I don't want you ruining my reputation." He smiled slowly and leaned in for another kiss. "I still want to touch you, Aaron," he murmured.
"I want you to touch me," Aaron replied. He slid his hand down Dave's body to cup it against Dave's erection, making the 'I want to touch you too' implicit. It struck Aaron--for what had to be the twentieth time since Dave kissed him--that he'd never touched another man like this before. Somehow, though, once they got the idea of actual sex out of the way, Aaron wasn't the least bit nervous anymore.
Dave sucked in a breath at the pleasure Aaron's touch sent through him. "God, yes," he breathed, and moved his hand to undo Aaron's fly. "I want to make you feel good, Aaron." He ran his lips along Aaron's ear. "I want to make you come."
Those words sent a shock of lust through Aaron. It had been so long since anyone had thought of him, considered his needs like this. "God," he breathed, and curled his fingers around Dave's cock through his pants, giving him a squeeze while shifting to let Dave get his zipper open.
Dave groaned quietly, pressing into Aaron's touch. "You're so handsome, Aaron," he murmured, sliding his hand inside Aaron's pants and boxers to curl his fingers around hot, hard flesh. What an odd and arousing feeling, to have his hand around another man's cock. It was fantastic. He rubbed his thumb lightly across the head, smearing precome and watching Aaron's face.
Aaron gasped softly and then groaned and pressed his head back against the pillow, his body racing with desire. "Mmm," he hummed, and then managed a light, somehow playful, "Thank you." He gave Dave's cock a light stroke through fabric and then started to pull open Dave's pants. Once he'd opened them, he hooked his thumb into Dave's pants and underwear, and pushed down. "Off," he ordered softly.
"Mm-hmm," Dave acknowledged, moving to let him get them off. He kept gazing hungrily at Aaron's face, liking the arousal and enjoyment there. "I want you naked, too." He gave a last light flick of his thumb, then slid his hand out and started tugging Aaron's clothes off.
Aaron drew a shuddery breath at the flick of Dave's thumb, but shifted to push his clothes off anyway. Once he'd kicked his pants off the edge of the bed, he rolled them so that he was on top against and kissed Dave hard, shifting down against him. This was wonderfully strange and strangely wonderful, the feel of Dave's body, Dave's arousal beneath him. Aaron worked a knee between Dave's and drew his tongue along Dave's jaw.
Dave moaned and arched up against Aaron, not entirely comfortable being pinned under Aaron, but aroused by it at the same time. He ran a hand up into Aaron's hair and tilted his head to encourage Aaron's mouth. His other hand stroked down Aaron's back to cup his ass and pull him closer.
Aaron slip his hand down Dave's body, and licked down Dave's throat, circling Dave's Adam's apple with his tongue. If he were honest with himself, he was being sneaky. He could get past the nerves of getting Dave off first, and then he'd be better able to enjoy himself when Dave got him off. He slid a hand down Dave's body to his cock, curling his fingers around it and considering sucking Dave off with mild trepidation. It was what Aaron wanted in return, though, so fair was fair.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, stroking his hands over Aaron's broad shoulders and back and ass, relishing both touching and being touched. This was more exciting than he'd imagined it could be, Aaron's passion, raw and needy, and incredibly hot.
"Dave," Aaron murmured, then breathed a small laugh. He glanced up, his hand stilling for a moment. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up from this," he said, his smile crooked, then ducked his head to catch one of Dave's nipples in his teeth, his hand moving over the hard prick.
Dave let out a groan and twitched at the rush of pleasure that went through him. "Do you have--erotic dreams about your teammates often--Aaron?" He didn't manage the arch tone he was aiming for.
Aaron laughed softly and flicked his tongue at Dave's nipple. "Not often," he said, then moved to the other nipple and sucked lightly.
Dave tried to laugh, though it came out strangled. "Don't think I want to know," he said and scratched his nails up Aaron's back.
Aaron hissed at the drag of Dave's nails and bit down a bit against Dave's skin in return. "You know what working closely with people in stressful situations can do to your subconscious just as well as I do," he murmured, but didn't offer any details.
"What do you want here, Aaron?"
"I was planning to suck you," he said. "I was hoping you'd return the favor when I was done."
"Hell, yeah," Dave gasped, liking the hint of force in Aaron's mouth. "God, feels so good!" He ran his fingers up into Aaron's hair again and pulled lightly, then smoothed his palm over it.
Aaron groaned at the tug to his hair, and shifted lower along Dave's body, laving his tongue against Dave's stomach. The nerves were starting to bubble to the surface again the lower he got, and he tightened his fingers on Dave, stroking more firmly as he got closer.
Dave's breathing had gone ragged again as Aaron moved lower. He arched into the touch and ran his palms over Aaron's skin, glutting himself on touch. The feel of Aaron against him was intoxicating.
Aaron drew a deep breath and shifted again, his fingers circling the base of Dave's cock. You know how this is done. You've had it done to you. This isn't a big deal. He licked his lips and glanced up at Dave, then drew his tongue tentatively over the head of Dave's cock. It wasn't bad, but it didn't make him any more confident.
Dave let out an urgent noise at the slick heat of Aaron's tongue on him--but he hadn't missed the way Aaron went tense. "Aaron," he gasped, sliding his fingers into the short, dark hair. "Aaron, you don't have to give this to get it. If you're uncomfortable--" He didn't finish the sentence, but he did catch and hold Aaron's gaze.
Aaron glanced up again, the reaction Dave had to the feeling of his tongue was exciting, but didn't stop the nervousness. Telling himself he was being ridiculous, considering he'd faced much more frightening things than a hard cock, didn't help either. "That would hardly be fair, would it?" he said plainly, and he already felt a little guilty because he knew Dave had obviously been able to sense his apprehension.
Dave let out a choked laugh and shoved gently at Aaron's shoulder. "Aaron, this isn't about fair. I want to make you scream with pleasure, and if my sucking your cock will do that, that's what I want to do. But I don't need a blowjob to be happy." He pushed again, trying to get Aaron to roll off him. Dave found himself wanting to make Aaron come first. He could worry about himself later. Aaron needed this.
Aaron only shifted down the bed a little, but didn't move off. He gave Dave a look. "Dave..." He sighed. "I don't like not knowing what I'm doing," he admitted, and though he hated admitting it, he had a feeling Dave knew that much about him by now anyway. "But that doesn't mean I won't do it."
Dave snorted. "Are we arguing about sex now?" he asked, giving Aaron a crooked smile. Getting an unwilling blowjob was worse than not getting one at all, in his opinion. He tried again to get Aaron to move. "Look, how about you let me take care of you first, and we worry about this later?"
Aaron opened his mouth to protest, but then shut it again. Finally he sighed and moved, climbing back up the bed and shifting to Dave's side.
Hiding the satisfaction that gave him, Dave rolled on top of Aaron and kissed him briefly, then sat up so he was straddling Aaron's hips. "Not everything has to be difficult, Aaron," he murmured. He leaned down to kiss Aaron's collarbone. "This is just us. Easy." He kissed lower, chest hair tickling at his lips and making him smile. This was strange, but it was so sexy. His lips found a nipple and he flickered his tongue over it.
Aaron gasped and threaded his fingers into Dave's hair. "You say that like I don't already know that," he managed, but his breath was catching in his throat at the way Dave's tongue was moving against him.
"Just making sure," Dave murmured. He sucked, then grazed his teeth across the hardened nub. The sound of Aaron's breathing was arousing. Dave kissed lower, his tongue flickering out to taste Aaron's skin.
"Mmm," Aaron managed, tightening his fingers in Dave's thick hair. It was difficult to keep feeling guilty about not sucking Dave when Dave was doing what he was. It had been far too long. "Dave," he whispered.
Dave just hummed and shifted down so he could lick Aaron's stomach, nuzzling the skin and smiling at Aaron's reaction. His heart was thudding in his chest with a mixture of arousal and nerves. The arousal was much stronger; he'd never done this, but he'd had it done to him plenty, and he knew what felt good. He stroked a hand over to Aaron's hip, holding him in place, and ducked his head. His tongue curled as it made contact with the head of Aaron's cock.
Aaron gasped and his hips jerked a little before he managed to control it. "God," he breathed, forcing himself not to grip Dave's hair too tightly, and whimpered softly.
That was an encouraging reaction. Dave tightened his grip slightly on Aaron's hip, then licked firmly up the length of Aaron's cock. It was a strange taste, but not bad, and the fact that he'd just made Aaron whimper completely erased Dave's anxiety. He swirled his tongue around Aaron's cock, tracing the ridge and lapping teasingly at the head.
"Oh, God, don't tease," Aaron managed, his breath already difficult to find. The strokes of Dave's tongue, hot and wet against his cock, were making Aaron's body hum with pleasure. It struck him, with some mild amusement, that Dave had been right; Aaron needed to get laid. And, well, this was close enough, and so good already.
Dave laughed and slid his lips around Aaron's cock, working his tongue against it as he sucked tentatively. It surprised him how much he liked this--though he had no doubt Aaron's reaction was a large portion of why Dave liked it this much. He stroked his fingers absently against Aaron's hip, then slid them down to trace the crease of Aaron's thigh.
Aaron was glad Dave had obliged him, and he moaned as Dave's lips slid down over him. "Mmm, that's wonderful," he murmured, the slow build of need growing in him.
Dave hummed and took Aaron deeper. He smoothed his palm along Aaron's thigh, then back up along the inside so his knuckles brushed Aaron's balls. His own cock was aching for attention; this was such an exciting experience, to have Aaron coming apart under his mouth.
Aaron sifted his fingers through Dave's hair to brush his shoulders. It was strange, the feeling of a man between his legs, but the feeling of lips around him was better than he'd remembered. Maybe there was something to getting sucked by someone who knew how it felt. "Dave," he breathed. He was starting to feel lightheaded, and he shifted down against Dave's hand.
Dave sucked harder, his knuckles rubbing a bit more firmly against Aaron's balls. He shifted enough to gain some friction for his own erection, pressed against Aaron's leg, and the pleasure that sent through him prompted a groan.
Somehow the feeling of Dave rubbing against Aaron made this even better, knowing that Dave was enjoying it. Aaron drew a few short, gaspy breaths and moaned loudly. "Yes," he managed. "Yes, Dave!"
It was amazing to hear Aaron like this. Dave bobbed his head and turned his hand to cup Aaron's balls, squeezing gently. He shifted against Aaron again, needing more pressure against his own cock now that he'd given in to that desire.
Aaron made a strangled noise and arched off the bed, trying to control the impulse to thrust into Dave's mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, and then his words failed him and dissolves into quite moaned. "C-close," he managed finally in warning.
Dave made a pleased noise and sucked harder for a moment, then pulled back and replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking Aaron firmly and flicking his thumb across the head with each stroke. "Come, then," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Let go, Aaron, let it all go and just come. Let me see you."
Aaron whimpered when the wet heat moved away, but Dave's hand was firm and his words sent jolts of lust through Aaron's body. He closed his fingers in the sheets and bit his lip, his body tensing, and then came hard, spilling over Dave's hand with a low groan.
"God, yes!" Dave said, his gaze flickering from Aaron's face to his cock and back. "Gorgeous, that was just--gorgeous." He smeared come across Aaron's stomach, watching him curiously. At the same time he shifted his hips again, his breath shuddering at the thrill of pleasure it sent through him. He leaned down to kiss Aaron slowly, his palm pressed flat against the trim stomach.
"Mmm," Aaron hummed, and he could hardly even care that Dave had just wiped his release off on him. He returned the kiss lazily, and stroked his hand up Dave's side. "Mmm," he managed again, not caring that he couldn't say anything half-way intelligent right now.
"You're amazing like this," Dave murmured, trailing soft kisses along Aaron's jaw. He caught Aaron's wandering hand in his and shifted his hips, then brought their joined hands down to curl around his own cock. Another burst of pleasure slid through him as he began guiding their hands along his length. "Aaron."
Aaron drew a deep, sated breath, and tried to force the fog from his mind. It didn't work very well, but he squeezed his hand a little tighter where Dave had put it and moved with Dave. "Is this okay?" he murmured, looking at Dave through half-lidded eyes and kissing him lazily.
"This is great," Dave managed between kisses. He arched his hips into the touch. His enjoyment was building steadily.
Aaron shifted to face Dave a little, hoping he wasn't going to wind up dripping on his sheets when he rolled to his side. He got a little better grip on Dave's cock, though, and stroked a little faster, mouthing at Dave's jaw. "What you did just then was amazing," he breathed against Dave's skin.
"It was actually pretty fun," Dave said, his hips jerking automatically. "Oh, God, Aaron." He tilted his head, giving Aaron access to his neck. He enjoyed the feel of lips and gentle teeth against his skin.
Aaron's brows drew together, even as he continued to lick along Dave's Adam's apple. "You've never done that before?" he asked, his tone a little flat.
Dave made a non-committal noise and slid his free hand into Aaron's hair. He could feel climax approaching, slow but sure, and he sped their hands on his cock. "Close--" he gasped.
Aaron rolled his eyes, confident Dave wouldn't see the reaction, then slid down the bed. This wasn't a competition, he knew, but he would be damned if Dave outdid him, considering he could pretty much infer by that that they both had minimal experience with this. He shifted quickly, drew a deep breath, and took Dave into his mouth without hesitating. It was strange, especially the sticky, salty pre-come against his tongue, but it wasn't bad, and Aaron sucked softly, moving his lips slowly down the shaft.
"Oh, God!" Dave clutched at the sheets to keep from grabbing Aaron and surprising him. "You--nnh, don't have to do this," he panted. God, he'd just said he was close, and then Aaron did that? He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
It was Aaron's turn to respond with a non-committal noise, this time around Dave's cock, and he went deeper, working his tongue along Dave's shaft. This wasn't that bad at all, actually, especially considering the reaction it had gotten. Aaron closed his eyes and focused, flicking his tongue at the slit, and then taking Dave again, hoping beyond hope Dave would warn him again when he felt his orgasm coming.
Dave's voice caught in his throat and he whimpered, one hand crawling down the covers to seize Aaron's shoulder. "Aar--Aaron, I'm close--" he managed, suddenly straining not to come, trying to enjoy this as long as he could. Aaron was so damn stubborn, sometimes it drove Dave crazy.
"Mmm-hmm," Aaron hummed. I'm not pulling back, he thought at Dave. Dave had managed to suck him first without hesitation, so Aaron intended to swallow first. He brought a hand down to squeeze Dave's balls lightly, then sucked hard one last time, going as deeply as he dared. He pulled back enough that he wouldn't choke then, his lips and tongue working around the head of Dave's prick.
"Fuck!" Dave choked out, and his orgasm swept over him like a tidal wave. He slumped back against the bed, panting. He felt drained, in the best possible way.
Aaron closed his eyes and took in the strange sensation of Dave pumping his release into his mouth. God, it was weird, and it probably shouldn't have been arousing, but it was anyway. He swallowed and pulled away with a slightly cocky grin. He slid up the bed and made sure to kiss Dave thoroughly.
Dave moaned faintly into the kiss, looping an arm around Aaron's neck and holding him close. "S'pose you think that proves something," he mumbled against Aaron's lips. He didn't care; he felt fantastic.
Aaron chuckled softly. Dave knew him far too well, but he just shrugged and rolled away, watching Dave from the corner of his eyes. It was amazing to see Dave like this after having known him so long, and Aaron couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face.
Dave grunted, but he couldn't help smiling. "Just remember, this was my idea," he said, turning his head to look at Aaron.
"If anyone asks, I'll be sure to give you the proper credit," Aaron said, still watching Dave.
Dave laughed and rolled onto his side. "It was a good idea," he said, knowing he was right but wanting Aaron to agree.
Aaron nodded, but didn't say anything. He almost wondered what they were supposed to do now. They were friends, and Aaron didn't think that had changed in the last hour. He somehow didn't think either of them wanted to snuggle, either. After a moment, he just decided to keep silent.
It was strange, lying here like this...mostly because it didn't feel strange. With a woman, Dave would feel obliged to hold her, pet her hair, tell her how beautiful she was...and it was true, Aaron was gorgeous, and Dave wouldn't really mind if Aaron wanted to be held. But it didn't seem necessary. Words didn't really seem necessary, either. So he rested his head on his arm and let his gaze play over Aaron's face.
Aaron hummed a thoughtful, pleased noise, and rolled onto his back. He could feel Dave's gaze on him, and it felt oddly good. After a moment, he drew a deep breath. "I need a towel," he murmured, and got up to pad naked towards the bathroom.
Dave couldn't help watching. Really, Aaron's ass was a work of art. This had been a damn good idea. Dave took a deep breath, yawned, and hoped Aaron would bring the towel back so he could wipe his hand off.
Aaron wet the washcloth and wiped the mess off his stomach, then took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror as if he might look different. He somehow felt a little changed by the night, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why that was, or where the change occurred. He decided that he didn't care, however, and wandered into the kitchen to retrieve the forgotten bottle of rum and his glass.
When he got back to the bedroom, he tossed the damp washcloth at Dave and grabbed Dave's glass on his way to the bed. He put the glasses and rum on the nightstand, then settled down next to Dave, kissing him again.
"Mmm," Dave said, a little surprised, but pleased. He wiped his hand and tossed the washcloth back at Aaron, amused at the childishness of the gesture. "Feel better now?" he asked after a few minutes.
Aaron caught the washcloth against his stomach and rolled to put it on the nightstand. He sighed, pouring them a little more to drink as Dave spoke. "Right now? Yes," he said nodding.
"Good." Dave took his glass gratefully and took a small sip, rolling it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He felt better, too. More attached, maybe, as if he had another thread tying him to the team...tying him to this new-old life he'd been settling into.
Aaron settled back next to Dave and took a drink. "You know, if you'd told me this was going to happen as soon as I opened the door, I might not have tried to keep you outside."
Dave laughed. "So next time I can leave the rum at home and just show up and say, Let's fuck?"
Aaron laughed too, then looked at Dave. Dave said 'next time'. Aaron decided not to point that out. "Mmm, maybe," he murmured, grinning. "So much for buying me dinner first."
"I can bring flowers and chocolates if you want," Dave teased. He glanced at Aaron and sipped his drink, wondering. How much importance had Aaron assigned what had just happened? The words 'next time' had just come out of his own mouth without any forethought, but Dave liked the idea of there being a next time. He liked the idea of evenings like this. He hadn't really given the consequences much consideration at all, but he knew he'd been right when he'd said it wouldn't change the fact that they were friends.
Aaron chuckled. "No, that really won't be necessary. I'm apparently easier than I thought." He took another sip of his rum, amused. This felt more comfortable than it should have after just having had sex, for all intents and purposes, with someone you'd been friends with for what felt like much longer than it had.
Dave smiled and studied his glass for a moment. "Of course, I do have a very expensive grill on my patio, and I've only used it a few times. If I recall correctly, you used to be quite the master griller." He didn't glance at Aaron. He wasn't sure if he was asking Aaron on a date or asking him to come hang out as a friend. He wasn't sure it mattered. Aaron would have to decide.
Aaron glanced over at Dave, still smiling but not sure how to take what Dave had just said. It was the day of his divorce, and Aaron really wasn't sure he even wanted to consider more than friendship with anyone. Though he didn't want to rule it out, either, and he liked the idea of doing this again. "I'm a little out of practice," he said lightly.
"Hey, I'm lucky if I can get the damn thing lit," Dave said, matching his tone to Aaron's. He shrugged and looked over at him.
Aaron grinned at Dave a moment. What is this? he thought, but decided he could figure that out later. They could figure that out later. "All right. If you try not to blow us up, I'll try not to burn our food to a crisp."
Dave grinned back. He wanted to see that expression on Aaron's face more often, and at this moment he didn't care what it was going to take to get it. "It's a deal."
Aaron nodded. "Good. For now, I say we finish this rum, and maybe we can do that again in a bit." He paused. "If you think you can handle it..."
Dave's eyebrows went up in amusement. This had turned into a good evening, after all. Whatever happened after this, everything was going to be okay. "Oh, let's just find out."
Fandome: Criminal Minds
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Rossi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave keeps Aaron company on the day of his divorce.
Word count: ~10,000
Author's notes: RP format. Total PWP. :) Elements of MILD power struggle.
If there was one thing Dave Rossi understood, it was history.
Not necessarily the whys and wherefores of it, but at least the importance of it. A person's history shaped who he was, how he would react to things. A person's history changed what was important to him. Sometimes a person's history was all he had left.
Dave had an appreciation for fine things. Good rum, Renaissance art, hand-made hunting rifles, he'd gained more than a passing acquaintance for such things once he left the Bureau and started writing. True-crime writers and private consultants were much better paid than Special Agents, even with the geographic and availability bonuses in Quantico. But most important to Dave, more important even than the fine things in his life, was his history, and that was what eventually drove him back to the Bureau after Jason Gideon disappeared.
History. History was the reason Dave wasn't surprised when the caller ID said 'Hotchner, Haley', with a long-distance number listed.
He smiled and answered with a warm, "Haley."
"Dave, what a surprise. You're actually home."
"Ouch." The smile didn't fade. Haley had never liked him much--she'd always blamed him for encouraging Aaron's obsession with his job. Dave had never really cared if she liked him, because he'd never liked her, either.
"Aaron took a personal day today," she said. It threw him for a moment; usually she got straight to the point in their conversations.
"I'm surprised you knew about it."
"Our divorce was finalized today. I thought someone should know, since he probably won't tell anyone."
"That's good of you."
"Don't patronize me," Haley snapped. "I still care about him, no matter what you think."
"Oh, I know that," Dave said. "You just care more about yourself. Thanks for calling, Haley." He hung up without waiting for her to say goodbye.
Twenty minutes later he was on his way out the door, a bottle of Rhum Barbancourt Reserve Speciale in hand. He knew Aaron would be at home in the house that was far too big for him, rattling from room to empty room. Aaron wouldn't want company. Dave wasn't going to give him any choice.
There was music, at least. It wasn't anything Aaron would have chosen to listen to if he had a choice of ambient background noise, but the house had been silent. Too silent. But rather than admit defeat--admit loneliness--Aaron had turned on the radio. The latest hit single on the pop charts was breezing through the nearly empty house, and Aaron wasn't sure if it made him feel any better or worse.
When the knock sounded on his front door in the middle of the afternoon, Aaron frowned, but got up off the couch. He wasn't sure what exactly the real estate agent would be stopping by for, but she was the only person who even knew where he lived now.
Except Dave. Who was standing on the other side of the door when Aaron opened it.
"Dave," Aaron greeted, his eyes flickering to the bottle tucked under Dave's arm. He held a sigh because this was too coincidental. "Haley told you," he said, glancing away and curling his fingers around the door frame. "It was nice of her, but unnecessary."
"Right, because you would have told me at work tomorrow," Dave said. He raised his eyebrows, one corner of his mouth curling up. "I have a bottle of rum you can only get in the islands, and even if I'm not good company, it is."
"No, it was unnecessary because I really don't need company," Aaron said, and gave Dave a look that he had a feeling wouldn't work. Especially not when Dave was smiling at him like that. He used to hate that cocky little grin when he first joined the BAU, but now it was almost comfortingly familiar.
"Of course you don't." Dave shrugged. "What can I say, I'm lonely." He took a step forward, gambling that Aaron would back away and let him inside.
Aaron stepped away without a word and let Dave in, as it was already apparent that Dave was going to win this argument. Aaron didn't really feel up to arguing either, so he locked the door behind Dave. He turned to face Dave, who was already walking into the mostly empty living room. "Glasses are in the second cupboard in the kitchen," he said. He'd at least replaced that much of what he'd left with Haley.
"Oh, she let you keep something?" Dave asked, not bothering to hide the animosity in his voice. Aaron knew Dave and Haley had never got along, and at this point Dave didn't have any reason to sugar-coat it at all. He opened the bottle and poured them both a couple of inches of golden-brown liquor.
Aaron didn't bother to hide his frown, though he didn't suppose that tone Dave used when talking about Haley was going to change anytime soon. He settled in at the new kitchen table. The house was getting furnished piece by piece; the kitchen and bedroom had been first. He shook his head. "I didn't want any of it." That wasn't exactly true, but it was close enough.
"Hmm." Dave sat across from him. "So what am I interrupting? Brooding, or something more productive?"
Aaron glanced at the radio, then back at Dave. "Did I say you were interrupting?" he asked, arching a eyebrow and taking a sip of rum, hissing a little as it burned his throat.
Dave shrugged and leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "You said you didn't need company, which implies you're occupying yourself. The Brittany Spears music on the radio implies it's brooding, because I can't think of any reason besides self-torture you'd be listening to it otherwise." He sipped at the rum, not looking away from Aaron's face. "Of course, I could be wrong."
Aaron held Dave's gaze for a long moment, his expression placid, and then slumped down in his seat, looking into his glass. "Is that who that is?" he asked, tilting his head in the general direction of the noise.
"Hell if I know," Dave said, his lips curling up again. "You know I don't listen to anything recorded after 1979."
In spite of himself, Aaron laughed softly and shook his head, then got up and crossed the room to turn the offending music off. He almost regretted it. Almost. When the background noise disappeared, it almost seemed too quiet at first. He collapsed back in his chair anyway, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should have expected this."
There had been a time when Dave would have been tempted to offer to rub Aaron's neck for him. He'd thought that time long past, but the lingering traces of emotion in Aaron's expression sent a pang through Dave's chest. Aaron closed himself off, kept a wall between himself and the rest of the team. He called them Reid, Morgan, Prentiss. But Dave was always Dave, just like he always had been. And here, now, Aaron was just Aaron.
Suddenly it seemed like a more precious gift than Dave had realized.
Aaron sighed, still not looking up. "She had Reid's number too, and she likes him a hell of a lot more than she likes you." A small smile graced Aaron's lips, and then vanished. "Haley is a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them," he said, and tossed back the rest of his rum, putting the glass on the table.
"Spencer's a great kid, but he doesn't exactly strike me as the kind of guy you want to get drunk with," Dave said, pouring another two inches of rum in Aaron's glass. "Not to mention he still has something of a hero-worship thing for you." He liked Reid a lot, but hero worship wasn't what Aaron needed tonight.
Aaron gave Dave a look, then took his glass back. "He worshiped Gideon, not me. And I shouldn't be getting drunk anyway." Aaron fiddled absently with the rim of his glass. "Reid knows a lot, but he doesn't know what it's like to be middle-aged and divorced." He gave Dave a small, self-mocking smile, and took another drink.
Dave shrugged. "At least this is your first time," he said, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Aaron laughed again. "I was imagining that, like most things in life, it gets easier the more often you do it," he said.
That was an interesting thought. Dave squinted at the tabletop. "After the first time, it's easier to remember whether the the ZZ Top CDs were yours or hers, anyway." You didn't invest as much in the second and third marriages as you did the first. You protected yourself. He wasn't sure Aaron wanted to hear that. Dave drained his glass.
"You remember where she ends and you begin," Aaron said, and he'd meant it to sound like a question, but it didn't come out that way. And suddenly he felt miserable again.
Dave sighed. "Aaron," he said, and shook his head. He poured more rum into Aaron's glass. "After Diane, I realized I never wanted to have children, because it would be more painful to split them up than a CD collection. After Rita, I wished I had children, because I'd obviously never had her." He took a sip of his own. "And after Kay, I decided I might as well adopt someone, because I was through with wives."
He had no idea what the hell he'd been trying to say with that.
Aaron shifted in his seat, straightening and pressing his lips into a thin line. But he just picked his glass up when Dave topped it off again, even though his tongue was already starting to feel a little loose. "I'd never take back having Jack," he said, looking into his drink. "I just hope he can forgive me."
"What's to forgive?" Dave said, his brows drawing together. "Your son loves you. You love your son. You can't help it that Haley chose to put her own happiness ahead of yours."
"Didn't I do the same thing?" Aaaron asked, glancing up. "I made a choice too, you know. Haley had a valid point." He shook his head quickly. "It's pointless now. It's done," he said, hoping Dave would let him dismiss the subject.
Dave shrugged, but it was obvious Aaron didn't want this conversation to go any further. "You didn't let her keep the crystal vase, did you?" he asked, referring to the wedding present he'd given them together with his first wife.
It took Aaron a moment to follow, but once he did, his lips twitched up a bit. He stared at Dave for a moment, not sure if he was still upset or amused--though he was relieved by the change of subject. "I let her keep almost everything, but I'm sure if I remind her who it was from, she'll let me take it back."
That earned a laugh. "It's not as if you have anything else to decorate that empty mantel," Dave said, nodding towards the fireplace. "Honestly, Aaron, you need to start settling in. Make this place feel like it belongs to Aaron Hotchner. Trust me when I say that turning your house into a home is the best step to take next."
Aaron looked around for a moment, then sighed. "I should have asked Strauss if I could rent out my office," he murmured, then let another sip of rum slide down his throat. "It already feels like home without any extra effort."
Dave shook his head, though he couldn't really argue with the sentiment. "Nah, you'd never get any sleep." He sat back in his chair. "So do I get the ten-cent tour?"
"Might as well give it now, considering you keep filling my glass." Aaron stood and ignored the way his body tingled. He rarely drank--it was too dangerous, given that he could be called in to work at any time--so liquor had a tendency to hit him faster than it seemed reasonable.
Dave smiled and stood, too. He poured himself another inch of rum before leaving the table, though. "So. Nice kitchen."
Aaron nodded. "Nice enough," he said, heading out into the open living room, which was sparsely furnished. He glanced at where his movies were still packed by TV against the wall. "I hope you're a fan of U-haul boxes, or this might be a pretty boring tour."
Dave shrugged. "I'm no stranger to 'em, that's for sure." He put his free hand in his pocket and sipped his drink. "I like the couch."
"It's new," Aaron said. "I don't think I like it, actually." He sighed and headed down the hallway.
Dave raised his eyebrows, unable to resist the futile wish that there were magic words to erase Aaron's pain. "We've known each other for a long time," he said, appropos of nothing. Aaron had just entered a room that was clearly where he slept, though Dave wouldn't grace it with the word 'bedroom' just yet. The bed stood alone against one wall, a double with sheets and no blanket. It looked small, especially under the vaulted ceiling. The closet door stood open, the rack less than half full with suits, button-down shirts, and pant hangers.
Somehow this room seemed even more depressing when someone else was looking at it too. Aaron leaned against the wall near the door, watching Dave for a moment. "Yeah, we have." He breathed a tiny laugh. "I was lucky enough to be in the BAU when you were still in your prime," he joked, and then caught himself inclined to wink at Dave. No more rum.
Dave laughed. "And I'm fortunate enough to be back when you're in your prime," he retorted, grinning. He turned in a circle. The room made him sad. Aaron Hotchner wasn't the sort of man who should live like this. "Got some great natural light in here," he said finally, and went to lean against the doorframe, opposite Aaron.
Aaron laughed but didn't say anything. He just glanced down as Dave inspected his room and then came back over to the door. He could feel Dave's eyes on him too, but he didn't look up for a moment. "Do you want to know why I hate my couch?" He had a feeling Dave knew, even if he didn't realize he knew yet.
Dave just nodded, watching him. Talk to me, he thought. About anything. Just talk to me.
Aaron saw Dave nod out of the corner of his eye. "It's too big for one person," he said.
Dave took a sip of his drink, considering what to say. After a moment he raised his eyebrows and decided, What the hell? "So's the bed." He watched Aaron for a moment, his lips quirking, then looked away and finished his rum.
"I hate the bed too," Aaron said quickly, but a moment later he frowned in thought. "It's not even Haley either..."
Dave shook his head. "How long?" he asked, wondering if Aaron would answer the question or get angry.
Aaron frowned and looked up at Dave. "How long since what?"
...Or not understand. Dave raised his eyebrows. "Since you've used a bed for anything besides sleeping."
Aaron's eyebrows went up, and he stared at Dave for a moment. That was unexpected. Then again, this was Dave. Aaron looked away and shifted against the wall. "I can't even remember."
Dave shook his head. "Oh, you need to do something about that. Seriously, Aaron, just rebound and get it out of your system." He sniffed and glanced away, folding his arms over his chest. "She already has, hasn't she?"
Aaron glanced back in Dave's direction, but didn't actually look at him. He might have been upset if anyone but Dave were asking. In all honesty, he was starting to bristle, but it wasn't Dave he was angry at. "The unexplainable phone calls started well before the divorce was finalized."
Dave nodded. "She has no idea what she's lost," he said quietly. She should, after all those years of marriage--a marriage that had lasted longer than two of Dave's marriages put together.
Aaron shook his head. "I'm pretty sure she knew exactly what she gave away. She knows who I am, and it wasn't what she wanted anymore." A moment after he said it, he realized what Dave had said, caught the different tone of it. He glanced up at Dave.
"No, Aaron," Dave said, watching him steadily. "She doesn't know you at all." She never did.
Aaron expelled a breath, a small, disbelieving laugh, but he didn't drop Dave's gaze. "She was my high school sweetheart. I've known her since I was fifteen, Dave. She knows more about me than just about anyone."
"And yet she never understood that asking you to give up the BAU would be like asking you to cut your heart out." Dave shook his head. "Profiling is more than just what you do, Aaron. It's who you are. And she resented your job from the day you came here." She knew she couldn't compete.
Aaron looked away and stared at his empty wall where it met the top of his headboard. He wasn't sure that saying she'd resented the job from the start was the case, but she had grown to resent it. And the rest of what Dave said... was true. "She didn't marry a profiler, she married a prosecutor."
Dave shook his head. He couldn't argue that point, but he wasn't sure it mattered. "She married the finest man I've ever known, and she's a complete fool for giving you up."
Aaron's gaze snapped back to Dave's. "We gave each other up," he said after a brief silence, but his voice came out oddly blank. He knew that Dave respected him. They'd known each other over a decade. They were friends. But he hadn't quite been expecting Dave to say what he just had.
"She walked away first," Dave said. It's not what I would have done, if I'd had you. Dave had walked away, of course, but then, Haley'd had Aaron's heart since high school. Aaron Hotchner's defining characteristic was faithfulness--to himself, to the law, and to his wife.
"That depends on whose perspective you're looking at it from," Aaron said, but he was still staring at Dave, not really sure what to say and starting to wonder why he was even trying to defend his now ex-wife. "None of this matters," he said after a moment.
Dave just looked at him for a while, wondering if Aaron was only defending her out of habit. "What matters is you're unhappy," he said finally. "And I didn't really intend for this to happen when I brought the Reserve Speciale, but I'm going to take a chance. After all, I've retired from the BAU once, I can always do it again if this goes badly."
He set his empty glass on a stack of boxes and took the few steps required to stand in front of Aaron. "I always wondered..." Without finishing the sentence, he gripped Aaron's shoulders and kissed him hard.
Aaron hadn't seen that coming, not even until Dave was doing it. He gasped against Dave's lips, his hands automatically moving to press against Dave's chest. Dave was kissing him. Dave was kissing him. Aaron's brain ground to a screeching halt. He had the vague notion that he should be pushing Dave away, but another one, one he didn't quite understand, that he shouldn't reject this. So he returned the kiss and waited for Dave to pull away and look at him. "I'm not gay," he blurted.
"And I am?" Dave said, raising his eyebrows. "But I've always wanted to do that." He shifted a little closer, his heart feeling like it was jumping under Aaron's fingers. They weren't pushing him away. "You are the finest man I know, Aaron," he murmured.
"Oh, God," Aaron breathed, and he knew he ought to say something more intelligent, but the only thing he could think to say for a moment was you just kissed me! And that was going the opposite direction of more intelligent. "I-- You-- Dave." Great. That hadn't really been any better.
Dave just held his gaze. "Aaron."
Aaron shook his head and looked between them. "You'll have to give me a moment to catch up here," he managed. He didn't think he'd ever actually been this close to Dave, at least not without a loaded weapon in his hand. There was nothing wrong with it. It was surprisingly comfortable, and he could still feel Dave's goatee against his chin. The fingers of one hand pressed more firmly against Dave's chest, but he still didn't push away. "When you said rebound, I had no idea this was what you meant."
Dave chuckled. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said it," he confessed. "But I figured you might be more comfortable rebounding with someone who understands." He smiled slowly. "And like I said...I've always wanted to do that."
"I'm not... comfortable with the idea of rebounding in general," Aaron confessed. How Haley could have just started sleeping with someone else--while she was still married to Aaron, no less--was baffling, when Aaron hadn't even found himself able to look at other people since being single and alone. He looked up and met Dave's eyes. "This really isn't a good idea."
"I think it's an excellent idea, actually," Dave countered. "You need to be reminded you're intelligent and desirable. We've got a long history together, and we've stayed close despite the fact that both of us have had periods of being complete jackasses. I think our friendship can survive this." He kissed Aaron again, more slowly this time.
Aaron felt himself relax a little this time, slumping more against the wall. His fingers curled into Dave's shirt. "For all intents and purposes, Dave, I'm your supervisor," he said when Dave pulled away again.
"Eh, you're the SAC, big deal," Dave said. "When has that ever stopped me?" He grinned at Aaron, since there was at least one incident, ten years ago, when Aaron had told him not to get involved. They'd argued over that, and eventually Dave had admitted Aaron had been right...but that it had been worth it.
Aaron blinked at Dave a moment. "That's exactly why I'm not supposed to be considering this," he said plainly. Once the words were out, it hit him that he was considering it. That wouldn't escape Dave's notice either.
"But you are," Dave said, a hint of challenge in his voice. Aaron needed to be pushed from time to time. Derek was the only one currently on the team who even came close. It was time for Dave to push a little.
"I am," Aaron admitted, because there was no use denying it. He shook his head slowly, his eyes drifting to Dave's lips. "I've never done this before," he murmured, though he had a feeling Dave knew that too.
"I hadn't guessed," Dave said dryly. He kissed Aaron again, since he seemed to need a little reassurance. For that matter, Dave hadn't done anything like this before, either. He didn't see the sense in telling Aaron that, though. It would only make him more nervous than he already was.
This shouldn't feel as easy as it did. Aaron was certain of that. And it wasn't easy, in the sense that Aaron knew he shouldn't be allowing this to happen, he hadn't ever been attracted to men, and his mind kept racing with the fact that he'd never really been with anyone but Haley. Still, Dave was familiar. Dave was safe, comfortable. He knew what to expect from this, and he knew Dave was right when he said their friendship would survive it.
And no one had kissed Aaron like they really meant it in far too long.
Aaron flattened his palm against Dave's chest again as they kissed and slid it around Dave's side, finally letting a little noise of need escape his lips.
Dave felt the moment Aaron gave in, the relaxing of the hard body against his own, the melting into the kiss. Good. Aaron needed this and Dave wanted it. He slid his hands up to cup Aaron's face, his fingertips brushing Aaron's hair, and stroked his tongue along Aaron's lower lip, coaxing his mouth open to deepen the kiss.
Aaron sucked in a breath, and finally leaned into the kiss. The facial hair was... slightly distracting, but this was Dave. Aaron couldn't stop thinking that. He slid both arms around Dave's waist and pulled Dave closer so that Aaron was pressed between him and the wall.
Dave hummed into the kiss, leaning into Aaron hungrily. It was extremely gratifying that Aaron's only objections had been on the basis of their job, once they got past the initial protest of heterosexuality--Aaron thought Dave was desirable. All right, so the just-divorced man was the one who really needed to feel wanted, but it didn't hurt to know the attraction was mutual.
Aaron moaned softly, letting Dave devour his lips and tongue, and then he started giving back fully, putting as much into the kiss as Dave was. His hands roamed Dave's back for a moment until he shifted so his could thread one hand into Dave's hair. God, that was strange. Dave's hair was coarse, and short, and so very different. And Aaron had a feeling his lips would be raw eventually from the scratch of Dave's goatee, but he needed to be kissed like this, with hunger, and passion, and want
Dave pressed his hips against Aaron's, his breath hitching in his chest. It was incredibly hot feeling Aaron respond fully to this. He broke the kiss finally, breathing hard, but immediately began nipping and sucking along Aaron's jaw, intoxicated by the taste of him.
All Aaron could manage was a noise that sounded a little like surrender. He let his head fall back against the wall, breathing hard. He felt light-headed, and he closed his fingers in Dave's hair, willing him not to stop.
"You're gorgeous," Dave whispered, brushing his nose against Aaron's ear. "You know that, right?" He dragged his teeth over the earlobe, then lowered his head to suck at Aaron's throat. What was even more gorgeous was Aaron giving in like this. It was incredibly arousing.
Aaron gasped and then let out a shuddery laugh. "Shut up," he murmured, smiling and sliding the hand not in Dave's hair under his shirt to let it brush the small of Dave's back.
"Sexy," Dave replied, rolling his hips against Aaron's. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. He'd grown tired of liaisons with women who were interested in him for his money or relative fame, and he'd sworn off marriage...but Aaron--this was different. "So intense behind your walls," he breathed.
Aaron groaned as Dave pushed against his arousal, his breath leaving him even more when he felt that Dave was equally excited. Still, he couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm boring, Dave. Boring and old. You make it sound like you're making out with Batman."
Dave laughed and pulled back enough to look at him. "You know, you do have certain things in common," he teased. "You're a young pup compared to me, anyway." He kissed Aaron hungrily and tugged at his shirt.
Aaron hummed into the kisse, and then pulled back enough to let Dave pull his shirt off--though they got halted momentarily having to unbutton the top two buttons. He pulled Dave against him again once it was off. "This doesn't feel the least bit surreal to you?"
"Mmm, somewhat." Dave stroked a hand up Aaron's side, dragging his tongue along Aaron's jaw. "Surreal, but exciting. Different." He smiled and nipped gently. "Arousing."
Aaron let out a breath he'd been holding, his fingers curling into the bottom of Dave's shirt. He wanted to pull it off, but Dave's lips felt to good to interrupt just yet, and he was slightly overwhelmed by the words that had just come out of Dave's mouth. "Fuck me, that's the last thing I ever expected out of your lips."
Hearing Aaron swear sent a thrill of pure lust through Dave. He'd heard it before, but never in a situation remotely like this, and never when 'fuck me' could be construed as... "Is that an invitation?" Dave breathed, smiling. He nipped at Aaron's jaw again.
Aaron's breath hitched, but the question made him tense slightly. He needed this--wanted this--but his brain hadn't exactly gotten to the sex yet, or how they were going to do this. "I... don't know."
"Mm, well, one step at a time," Dave said, his voice low and warm. He knew it surprised people when he was gentle; he supposed he came across as a hard-bitten asshole most of the time. But he understood gentleness, even if he didn't employ it often. He worked a knee between Aaron's, stroking his hands down sides without an ounce of fat, and kissed him again--gently, this time. "Right now I'm turned on just by making out with you, anyway," he murmured.
The tension in Aaron's body started to unravel when Dave's tone changed, and Aaron returned the kiss. He was almost surprised at how willing he was to just let Dave settle his nerves, how much he didn't want to panic, in spite of this feeling beyond not only his knowledge, but his control as well. "Okay," he breathed, then started to tug at the bottom of Dave's shirt.
Dave had always had a healthy ego, but he knew he wasn't much to look at compared to Aaron. It was exciting, having Aaron undressing him. He helped Aaron with his shirt and then pressed against him again. "Aaron." He trailed kisses down Aaron's throat.
"Mmph, yes," Aaron returned and slid his hands down Dave's chest, scratching a fingernail lightly over Dave's nipple, a small grin curling his lips.
"Oh, God!" Dave bit out, his eyes widening. He arched against Aaron and lifted his head to teeth at his earlobe. "Aaron--"
That was exactly the reaction Aaron had hoped for, and he hummed a small chuckle and turned his head to run his lips across Dave's jaw. The scrape of stubble against his lips was new, but not necessarily bad--not when Dave was responding the way he was. Dave, he thought; he just couldn't get over it every time he paused to think.
Dave groaned and pressed against him. This was exactly what they'd both needed. He slid a hand down Aaron's side and cupped his ass, pulling their groins closer.
Aaron shifted against Dave with a little gasp, then turned his hand, pinching lightly at Dave's nipple. "How long for you?" he murmured, biting lightly across Dave's throat. For one thing, he hardly expected Dave had gone from ladies man to interested in this over night. For another... it just mattered somehow.
"Ahh--" Dave arched his neck a little. "Might be a couple months short of two years..." He shifted against Aaron and ran the fingers of one hand up into his hair. "Mmm, Aaron."
Aaron slipped the tips of his fingers into the back of Dave's pants and lifted his head to kiss Dave again, feeling relieved for that answer--relieved for something he hadn't even realized he'd been worried about. "And you're telling me I need to get laid?" he breathed against Dave's lips, then pushed from the wall to walk Dave backwards towards the bed, ignoring the flipping in his stomach.
Dave laughed. "You're younger than I am, and this is your first divorce," he replied, letting Aaron guide him. He wasn't a passive lover by nature, but he had a feeling Aaron needed to feel more in control, and he didn't have a problem with that--since it was Aaron.
"Mmn," Aaron replied, the noise dismissive. There wasn't enough of an age difference to worry about, and he didn't want to think about the divorce. He focused on kissing Dave as they moved instead, deepening the kiss hungrily.
Dave wrapped an arm around Aaron's waist, returning the kiss with rising passion. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he turned slightly, guiding Aaron down to the bed and joining him immediately.
"Dave," Aaron murmured, and laughed softly when Dave came to rest beside him. "God,what are we doing?" he asked, but his hands roamed Dave's chest and his lips brushed Dave's softly.
"We're making out like a pair of teenagers," Dave said, laughter threading through his words. "And it's pretty fucking hot, if you ask me." He scratched his nails lightly down Aaron's back and leaned in for another kiss.
Aaron laughed again and shook his head, but then just kissed Dave again, trying to push down the renewed mental protests now that they were actually in his bed.
It was more than hot, Dave thought. It was actually nice. He squeezed Aaron's ass again and worked a leg between Aaron's, pressing their bodies close. It was strange, feeling chest hair on the person he was holding.
For all that he had been the one to start walking this way, Aaron was wondering if he had the courage now to be the one who started to undress them further. Instead of testing that, he hooked his leg with Dave's and pressed against him harder when Dave squeezed, his own arousal pressing into Dave's thigh.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, and rolled on top of him, wondering if Aaron would let him or if they would compete for the upper hand. He kissed Aaron hard, wanting to distract him, but not minding the thought of a playful struggle.
Aaron let Dave move on top, but his brow creased slightly in thought. It wasn't Dave that fanned his apprehensions again, but he felt out of place underneath Dave. And he had a feeling if he rolled them again, Dave would feel the same way, perhaps more so because it was no secret Dave's ego far surpassed Aaron's. Aaron returned the kiss, but threaded his fingers with Dave's holding them firmly where they were.
Dave pulled back just enough to meet Aaron's gaze, trying to figure out what they were going to do next. Kissing Aaron was one of the best decisions he'd made recently, but Aaron had been quick to assert that he wasn't gay. "Aaron..." For once in his life, though, he found himself at a loss for words, so he just dipped his head and kissed Aaron again.
Aaron kissed back, trying to relax into it, but now his mind was racing almost as much as his body was. Dave seemed at an odd loss as well, and that wasn't particularly reassuring. Aaron swallowed hard, but loosened his grip on Dave's hands. "We've established what we're doing. At what point do we establish what we're going to do?" he murmured, saying what he knew they were both thinking.
One point for Aaron, just for having the balls to say that out loud, Dave thought. "We can do that now, if you want," he said, watching Aaron's face. Now that his hand was free, he rested it lightly on Aaron's chest, tracing his fingers through the tidy dark hair. "Like I said, this really wasn't premeditated."
Aaron nodded, wondering how much of what he was thinking he should actually say. Then he reminded himself that this was Dave, and that Dave would likely appreciate bluntness more than most people Aaron knew. "I know," he started, then smiled softly. "I highly doubt you want me to fuck you, and I don't think I want you to fuck me." Aaron had to wonder how much of that was because this was Dave, and how much of that was because he'd never done this before. He didn't think, generally speaking, that he was someone who felt like he had to be in control in bed, but somehow he did tonight.
Dave was startled into a laugh. He kissed Aaron again and murmured, "You know, I was starting to get a little concerned about that. What's wrong with me, trying to sacrifice my usual tactful manner to keep from hurting your feelings?" He shook his head. "Right, so neither one of us is really getting fucked tonight. We still have some highly attractive options." He slid his hand down Aaron's chest to his stomach.
Aaron laughed, and sucked in a breath at the feeling of Dave's hand. "You were trying to spare my feelings? I'm touched, Dave," he said, amused. Dave never did that for anyone, so Aaron really was mildly impressed, even if he couldn't help but find it a little funny too. Aaron slid his hand into Dave's hair and kissed him again.
Dave hummed into the kiss, drawing it out and relishing the slide of Aaron's tongue against his. When he drew back, they were both breathless again. "Yeah, keep quiet about it; I don't want you ruining my reputation." He smiled slowly and leaned in for another kiss. "I still want to touch you, Aaron," he murmured.
"I want you to touch me," Aaron replied. He slid his hand down Dave's body to cup it against Dave's erection, making the 'I want to touch you too' implicit. It struck Aaron--for what had to be the twentieth time since Dave kissed him--that he'd never touched another man like this before. Somehow, though, once they got the idea of actual sex out of the way, Aaron wasn't the least bit nervous anymore.
Dave sucked in a breath at the pleasure Aaron's touch sent through him. "God, yes," he breathed, and moved his hand to undo Aaron's fly. "I want to make you feel good, Aaron." He ran his lips along Aaron's ear. "I want to make you come."
Those words sent a shock of lust through Aaron. It had been so long since anyone had thought of him, considered his needs like this. "God," he breathed, and curled his fingers around Dave's cock through his pants, giving him a squeeze while shifting to let Dave get his zipper open.
Dave groaned quietly, pressing into Aaron's touch. "You're so handsome, Aaron," he murmured, sliding his hand inside Aaron's pants and boxers to curl his fingers around hot, hard flesh. What an odd and arousing feeling, to have his hand around another man's cock. It was fantastic. He rubbed his thumb lightly across the head, smearing precome and watching Aaron's face.
Aaron gasped softly and then groaned and pressed his head back against the pillow, his body racing with desire. "Mmm," he hummed, and then managed a light, somehow playful, "Thank you." He gave Dave's cock a light stroke through fabric and then started to pull open Dave's pants. Once he'd opened them, he hooked his thumb into Dave's pants and underwear, and pushed down. "Off," he ordered softly.
"Mm-hmm," Dave acknowledged, moving to let him get them off. He kept gazing hungrily at Aaron's face, liking the arousal and enjoyment there. "I want you naked, too." He gave a last light flick of his thumb, then slid his hand out and started tugging Aaron's clothes off.
Aaron drew a shuddery breath at the flick of Dave's thumb, but shifted to push his clothes off anyway. Once he'd kicked his pants off the edge of the bed, he rolled them so that he was on top against and kissed Dave hard, shifting down against him. This was wonderfully strange and strangely wonderful, the feel of Dave's body, Dave's arousal beneath him. Aaron worked a knee between Dave's and drew his tongue along Dave's jaw.
Dave moaned and arched up against Aaron, not entirely comfortable being pinned under Aaron, but aroused by it at the same time. He ran a hand up into Aaron's hair and tilted his head to encourage Aaron's mouth. His other hand stroked down Aaron's back to cup his ass and pull him closer.
Aaron slip his hand down Dave's body, and licked down Dave's throat, circling Dave's Adam's apple with his tongue. If he were honest with himself, he was being sneaky. He could get past the nerves of getting Dave off first, and then he'd be better able to enjoy himself when Dave got him off. He slid a hand down Dave's body to his cock, curling his fingers around it and considering sucking Dave off with mild trepidation. It was what Aaron wanted in return, though, so fair was fair.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, stroking his hands over Aaron's broad shoulders and back and ass, relishing both touching and being touched. This was more exciting than he'd imagined it could be, Aaron's passion, raw and needy, and incredibly hot.
"Dave," Aaron murmured, then breathed a small laugh. He glanced up, his hand stilling for a moment. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up from this," he said, his smile crooked, then ducked his head to catch one of Dave's nipples in his teeth, his hand moving over the hard prick.
Dave let out a groan and twitched at the rush of pleasure that went through him. "Do you have--erotic dreams about your teammates often--Aaron?" He didn't manage the arch tone he was aiming for.
Aaron laughed softly and flicked his tongue at Dave's nipple. "Not often," he said, then moved to the other nipple and sucked lightly.
Dave tried to laugh, though it came out strangled. "Don't think I want to know," he said and scratched his nails up Aaron's back.
Aaron hissed at the drag of Dave's nails and bit down a bit against Dave's skin in return. "You know what working closely with people in stressful situations can do to your subconscious just as well as I do," he murmured, but didn't offer any details.
"What do you want here, Aaron?"
"I was planning to suck you," he said. "I was hoping you'd return the favor when I was done."
"Hell, yeah," Dave gasped, liking the hint of force in Aaron's mouth. "God, feels so good!" He ran his fingers up into Aaron's hair again and pulled lightly, then smoothed his palm over it.
Aaron groaned at the tug to his hair, and shifted lower along Dave's body, laving his tongue against Dave's stomach. The nerves were starting to bubble to the surface again the lower he got, and he tightened his fingers on Dave, stroking more firmly as he got closer.
Dave's breathing had gone ragged again as Aaron moved lower. He arched into the touch and ran his palms over Aaron's skin, glutting himself on touch. The feel of Aaron against him was intoxicating.
Aaron drew a deep breath and shifted again, his fingers circling the base of Dave's cock. You know how this is done. You've had it done to you. This isn't a big deal. He licked his lips and glanced up at Dave, then drew his tongue tentatively over the head of Dave's cock. It wasn't bad, but it didn't make him any more confident.
Dave let out an urgent noise at the slick heat of Aaron's tongue on him--but he hadn't missed the way Aaron went tense. "Aaron," he gasped, sliding his fingers into the short, dark hair. "Aaron, you don't have to give this to get it. If you're uncomfortable--" He didn't finish the sentence, but he did catch and hold Aaron's gaze.
Aaron glanced up again, the reaction Dave had to the feeling of his tongue was exciting, but didn't stop the nervousness. Telling himself he was being ridiculous, considering he'd faced much more frightening things than a hard cock, didn't help either. "That would hardly be fair, would it?" he said plainly, and he already felt a little guilty because he knew Dave had obviously been able to sense his apprehension.
Dave let out a choked laugh and shoved gently at Aaron's shoulder. "Aaron, this isn't about fair. I want to make you scream with pleasure, and if my sucking your cock will do that, that's what I want to do. But I don't need a blowjob to be happy." He pushed again, trying to get Aaron to roll off him. Dave found himself wanting to make Aaron come first. He could worry about himself later. Aaron needed this.
Aaron only shifted down the bed a little, but didn't move off. He gave Dave a look. "Dave..." He sighed. "I don't like not knowing what I'm doing," he admitted, and though he hated admitting it, he had a feeling Dave knew that much about him by now anyway. "But that doesn't mean I won't do it."
Dave snorted. "Are we arguing about sex now?" he asked, giving Aaron a crooked smile. Getting an unwilling blowjob was worse than not getting one at all, in his opinion. He tried again to get Aaron to move. "Look, how about you let me take care of you first, and we worry about this later?"
Aaron opened his mouth to protest, but then shut it again. Finally he sighed and moved, climbing back up the bed and shifting to Dave's side.
Hiding the satisfaction that gave him, Dave rolled on top of Aaron and kissed him briefly, then sat up so he was straddling Aaron's hips. "Not everything has to be difficult, Aaron," he murmured. He leaned down to kiss Aaron's collarbone. "This is just us. Easy." He kissed lower, chest hair tickling at his lips and making him smile. This was strange, but it was so sexy. His lips found a nipple and he flickered his tongue over it.
Aaron gasped and threaded his fingers into Dave's hair. "You say that like I don't already know that," he managed, but his breath was catching in his throat at the way Dave's tongue was moving against him.
"Just making sure," Dave murmured. He sucked, then grazed his teeth across the hardened nub. The sound of Aaron's breathing was arousing. Dave kissed lower, his tongue flickering out to taste Aaron's skin.
"Mmm," Aaron managed, tightening his fingers in Dave's thick hair. It was difficult to keep feeling guilty about not sucking Dave when Dave was doing what he was. It had been far too long. "Dave," he whispered.
Dave just hummed and shifted down so he could lick Aaron's stomach, nuzzling the skin and smiling at Aaron's reaction. His heart was thudding in his chest with a mixture of arousal and nerves. The arousal was much stronger; he'd never done this, but he'd had it done to him plenty, and he knew what felt good. He stroked a hand over to Aaron's hip, holding him in place, and ducked his head. His tongue curled as it made contact with the head of Aaron's cock.
Aaron gasped and his hips jerked a little before he managed to control it. "God," he breathed, forcing himself not to grip Dave's hair too tightly, and whimpered softly.
That was an encouraging reaction. Dave tightened his grip slightly on Aaron's hip, then licked firmly up the length of Aaron's cock. It was a strange taste, but not bad, and the fact that he'd just made Aaron whimper completely erased Dave's anxiety. He swirled his tongue around Aaron's cock, tracing the ridge and lapping teasingly at the head.
"Oh, God, don't tease," Aaron managed, his breath already difficult to find. The strokes of Dave's tongue, hot and wet against his cock, were making Aaron's body hum with pleasure. It struck him, with some mild amusement, that Dave had been right; Aaron needed to get laid. And, well, this was close enough, and so good already.
Dave laughed and slid his lips around Aaron's cock, working his tongue against it as he sucked tentatively. It surprised him how much he liked this--though he had no doubt Aaron's reaction was a large portion of why Dave liked it this much. He stroked his fingers absently against Aaron's hip, then slid them down to trace the crease of Aaron's thigh.
Aaron was glad Dave had obliged him, and he moaned as Dave's lips slid down over him. "Mmm, that's wonderful," he murmured, the slow build of need growing in him.
Dave hummed and took Aaron deeper. He smoothed his palm along Aaron's thigh, then back up along the inside so his knuckles brushed Aaron's balls. His own cock was aching for attention; this was such an exciting experience, to have Aaron coming apart under his mouth.
Aaron sifted his fingers through Dave's hair to brush his shoulders. It was strange, the feeling of a man between his legs, but the feeling of lips around him was better than he'd remembered. Maybe there was something to getting sucked by someone who knew how it felt. "Dave," he breathed. He was starting to feel lightheaded, and he shifted down against Dave's hand.
Dave sucked harder, his knuckles rubbing a bit more firmly against Aaron's balls. He shifted enough to gain some friction for his own erection, pressed against Aaron's leg, and the pleasure that sent through him prompted a groan.
Somehow the feeling of Dave rubbing against Aaron made this even better, knowing that Dave was enjoying it. Aaron drew a few short, gaspy breaths and moaned loudly. "Yes," he managed. "Yes, Dave!"
It was amazing to hear Aaron like this. Dave bobbed his head and turned his hand to cup Aaron's balls, squeezing gently. He shifted against Aaron again, needing more pressure against his own cock now that he'd given in to that desire.
Aaron made a strangled noise and arched off the bed, trying to control the impulse to thrust into Dave's mouth. "Fuck," he hissed, and then his words failed him and dissolves into quite moaned. "C-close," he managed finally in warning.
Dave made a pleased noise and sucked harder for a moment, then pulled back and replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking Aaron firmly and flicking his thumb across the head with each stroke. "Come, then," he said, his voice low but urgent. "Let go, Aaron, let it all go and just come. Let me see you."
Aaron whimpered when the wet heat moved away, but Dave's hand was firm and his words sent jolts of lust through Aaron's body. He closed his fingers in the sheets and bit his lip, his body tensing, and then came hard, spilling over Dave's hand with a low groan.
"God, yes!" Dave said, his gaze flickering from Aaron's face to his cock and back. "Gorgeous, that was just--gorgeous." He smeared come across Aaron's stomach, watching him curiously. At the same time he shifted his hips again, his breath shuddering at the thrill of pleasure it sent through him. He leaned down to kiss Aaron slowly, his palm pressed flat against the trim stomach.
"Mmm," Aaron hummed, and he could hardly even care that Dave had just wiped his release off on him. He returned the kiss lazily, and stroked his hand up Dave's side. "Mmm," he managed again, not caring that he couldn't say anything half-way intelligent right now.
"You're amazing like this," Dave murmured, trailing soft kisses along Aaron's jaw. He caught Aaron's wandering hand in his and shifted his hips, then brought their joined hands down to curl around his own cock. Another burst of pleasure slid through him as he began guiding their hands along his length. "Aaron."
Aaron drew a deep, sated breath, and tried to force the fog from his mind. It didn't work very well, but he squeezed his hand a little tighter where Dave had put it and moved with Dave. "Is this okay?" he murmured, looking at Dave through half-lidded eyes and kissing him lazily.
"This is great," Dave managed between kisses. He arched his hips into the touch. His enjoyment was building steadily.
Aaron shifted to face Dave a little, hoping he wasn't going to wind up dripping on his sheets when he rolled to his side. He got a little better grip on Dave's cock, though, and stroked a little faster, mouthing at Dave's jaw. "What you did just then was amazing," he breathed against Dave's skin.
"It was actually pretty fun," Dave said, his hips jerking automatically. "Oh, God, Aaron." He tilted his head, giving Aaron access to his neck. He enjoyed the feel of lips and gentle teeth against his skin.
Aaron's brows drew together, even as he continued to lick along Dave's Adam's apple. "You've never done that before?" he asked, his tone a little flat.
Dave made a non-committal noise and slid his free hand into Aaron's hair. He could feel climax approaching, slow but sure, and he sped their hands on his cock. "Close--" he gasped.
Aaron rolled his eyes, confident Dave wouldn't see the reaction, then slid down the bed. This wasn't a competition, he knew, but he would be damned if Dave outdid him, considering he could pretty much infer by that that they both had minimal experience with this. He shifted quickly, drew a deep breath, and took Dave into his mouth without hesitating. It was strange, especially the sticky, salty pre-come against his tongue, but it wasn't bad, and Aaron sucked softly, moving his lips slowly down the shaft.
"Oh, God!" Dave clutched at the sheets to keep from grabbing Aaron and surprising him. "You--nnh, don't have to do this," he panted. God, he'd just said he was close, and then Aaron did that? He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
It was Aaron's turn to respond with a non-committal noise, this time around Dave's cock, and he went deeper, working his tongue along Dave's shaft. This wasn't that bad at all, actually, especially considering the reaction it had gotten. Aaron closed his eyes and focused, flicking his tongue at the slit, and then taking Dave again, hoping beyond hope Dave would warn him again when he felt his orgasm coming.
Dave's voice caught in his throat and he whimpered, one hand crawling down the covers to seize Aaron's shoulder. "Aar--Aaron, I'm close--" he managed, suddenly straining not to come, trying to enjoy this as long as he could. Aaron was so damn stubborn, sometimes it drove Dave crazy.
"Mmm-hmm," Aaron hummed. I'm not pulling back, he thought at Dave. Dave had managed to suck him first without hesitation, so Aaron intended to swallow first. He brought a hand down to squeeze Dave's balls lightly, then sucked hard one last time, going as deeply as he dared. He pulled back enough that he wouldn't choke then, his lips and tongue working around the head of Dave's prick.
"Fuck!" Dave choked out, and his orgasm swept over him like a tidal wave. He slumped back against the bed, panting. He felt drained, in the best possible way.
Aaron closed his eyes and took in the strange sensation of Dave pumping his release into his mouth. God, it was weird, and it probably shouldn't have been arousing, but it was anyway. He swallowed and pulled away with a slightly cocky grin. He slid up the bed and made sure to kiss Dave thoroughly.
Dave moaned faintly into the kiss, looping an arm around Aaron's neck and holding him close. "S'pose you think that proves something," he mumbled against Aaron's lips. He didn't care; he felt fantastic.
Aaron chuckled softly. Dave knew him far too well, but he just shrugged and rolled away, watching Dave from the corner of his eyes. It was amazing to see Dave like this after having known him so long, and Aaron couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face.
Dave grunted, but he couldn't help smiling. "Just remember, this was my idea," he said, turning his head to look at Aaron.
"If anyone asks, I'll be sure to give you the proper credit," Aaron said, still watching Dave.
Dave laughed and rolled onto his side. "It was a good idea," he said, knowing he was right but wanting Aaron to agree.
Aaron nodded, but didn't say anything. He almost wondered what they were supposed to do now. They were friends, and Aaron didn't think that had changed in the last hour. He somehow didn't think either of them wanted to snuggle, either. After a moment, he just decided to keep silent.
It was strange, lying here like this...mostly because it didn't feel strange. With a woman, Dave would feel obliged to hold her, pet her hair, tell her how beautiful she was...and it was true, Aaron was gorgeous, and Dave wouldn't really mind if Aaron wanted to be held. But it didn't seem necessary. Words didn't really seem necessary, either. So he rested his head on his arm and let his gaze play over Aaron's face.
Aaron hummed a thoughtful, pleased noise, and rolled onto his back. He could feel Dave's gaze on him, and it felt oddly good. After a moment, he drew a deep breath. "I need a towel," he murmured, and got up to pad naked towards the bathroom.
Dave couldn't help watching. Really, Aaron's ass was a work of art. This had been a damn good idea. Dave took a deep breath, yawned, and hoped Aaron would bring the towel back so he could wipe his hand off.
Aaron wet the washcloth and wiped the mess off his stomach, then took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror as if he might look different. He somehow felt a little changed by the night, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why that was, or where the change occurred. He decided that he didn't care, however, and wandered into the kitchen to retrieve the forgotten bottle of rum and his glass.
When he got back to the bedroom, he tossed the damp washcloth at Dave and grabbed Dave's glass on his way to the bed. He put the glasses and rum on the nightstand, then settled down next to Dave, kissing him again.
"Mmm," Dave said, a little surprised, but pleased. He wiped his hand and tossed the washcloth back at Aaron, amused at the childishness of the gesture. "Feel better now?" he asked after a few minutes.
Aaron caught the washcloth against his stomach and rolled to put it on the nightstand. He sighed, pouring them a little more to drink as Dave spoke. "Right now? Yes," he said nodding.
"Good." Dave took his glass gratefully and took a small sip, rolling it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. He felt better, too. More attached, maybe, as if he had another thread tying him to the team...tying him to this new-old life he'd been settling into.
Aaron settled back next to Dave and took a drink. "You know, if you'd told me this was going to happen as soon as I opened the door, I might not have tried to keep you outside."
Dave laughed. "So next time I can leave the rum at home and just show up and say, Let's fuck?"
Aaron laughed too, then looked at Dave. Dave said 'next time'. Aaron decided not to point that out. "Mmm, maybe," he murmured, grinning. "So much for buying me dinner first."
"I can bring flowers and chocolates if you want," Dave teased. He glanced at Aaron and sipped his drink, wondering. How much importance had Aaron assigned what had just happened? The words 'next time' had just come out of his own mouth without any forethought, but Dave liked the idea of there being a next time. He liked the idea of evenings like this. He hadn't really given the consequences much consideration at all, but he knew he'd been right when he'd said it wouldn't change the fact that they were friends.
Aaron chuckled. "No, that really won't be necessary. I'm apparently easier than I thought." He took another sip of his rum, amused. This felt more comfortable than it should have after just having had sex, for all intents and purposes, with someone you'd been friends with for what felt like much longer than it had.
Dave smiled and studied his glass for a moment. "Of course, I do have a very expensive grill on my patio, and I've only used it a few times. If I recall correctly, you used to be quite the master griller." He didn't glance at Aaron. He wasn't sure if he was asking Aaron on a date or asking him to come hang out as a friend. He wasn't sure it mattered. Aaron would have to decide.
Aaron glanced over at Dave, still smiling but not sure how to take what Dave had just said. It was the day of his divorce, and Aaron really wasn't sure he even wanted to consider more than friendship with anyone. Though he didn't want to rule it out, either, and he liked the idea of doing this again. "I'm a little out of practice," he said lightly.
"Hey, I'm lucky if I can get the damn thing lit," Dave said, matching his tone to Aaron's. He shrugged and looked over at him.
Aaron grinned at Dave a moment. What is this? he thought, but decided he could figure that out later. They could figure that out later. "All right. If you try not to blow us up, I'll try not to burn our food to a crisp."
Dave grinned back. He wanted to see that expression on Aaron's face more often, and at this moment he didn't care what it was going to take to get it. "It's a deal."
Aaron nodded. "Good. For now, I say we finish this rum, and maybe we can do that again in a bit." He paused. "If you think you can handle it..."
Dave's eyebrows went up in amusement. This had turned into a good evening, after all. Whatever happened after this, everything was going to be okay. "Oh, let's just find out."
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:48 am (UTC)I really liked this. It felt very real and had some really good observations. And some great lines - You make it sound like you're making out with Batman made me giggle :D
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:50 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! Aaron IS kind of like Batman. Rowr.
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:55 am (UTC)Thnak you, dear! I'm glad you liked it! :)
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Date: 2008-09-24 11:03 am (UTC)Also, I was in the bus when I read this:
"I'm boring, Dave. Boring and old. You make it sound like you're making out with Batman."
So, please, don't do that again, people looked at me like I had three heads when I started laughing XD
And this?
Aaron let Dave move on top, but his brow creased slightly in thought. It wasn't Dave that fanned his apprehensions again, but he felt out of place underneath Dave. And he had a feeling if he rolled them again, Dave would feel the same way, perhaps more so because it was no secret Dave's ego far surpassed Aaron's.
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:56 pm (UTC)Hee! I'm glad you liked it, hon! Thank you! :)))))
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Date: 2008-09-25 01:16 am (UTC)Re: Hotch/Rossi Shippers
Date: 2009-09-12 09:21 pm (UTC)Re: Hotch/Rossi Shippers
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Date: 2008-09-24 02:51 pm (UTC)This was just wonderful!
Seemed like they both really needed a bit of 'release'. And what a way to do it. Two old friends - a bottle of rum - a bed and some hot sex! Nice :)
I love these guys. They both have their walls up and don't let others in, but these two 'get that'. It's nice that they could let eachother past those walls, even if only for a night or two or.... I love their humour as well. So cute!
And now I'm off to search for a Hotch/Rossi icon, cause I just realised I don't have one. Oh noooo!
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Date: 2008-09-24 02:55 pm (UTC)And I posted a few icons the other day, http://severity-softly.livejournal.com/297284.html, if you're interested. :)
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Date: 2008-09-25 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-24 06:17 pm (UTC)I'd love to see what happens next time, so hopefully the muse will send you an idea ;).
Laura.
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Date: 2008-09-24 06:20 pm (UTC)Another thing I LOVE about this pairing, letting Aaron have that.
Thank you very much! I'm not sure if we'll ever write more in this 'verse, but we do have more Hotch/Rossi coming. Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-09-24 08:55 pm (UTC)but then i couldn't resist. (as it always happens if random Hotchness is thrown at me *sighs*). and, of course, i LOVED it - your fics are always a treat. the greatest thing is how you make both men feel completely comfortable with themselves - even more so than with each other. so completely at ease with their wishes, their desires, their bodies that they don't have to worry for an instant about their own reaction to what's happening. *more sigh*
keep doing this - throwing surprises at me that i'd never expect i would like :-) *hug*
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-09-25 07:42 pm (UTC)I didn't even liked Dave that much, before I began reading fanfics with him xD
Funny thing that happened with Emily as well... And I never liked Dharma and Greg before I started to see Greg as a man who never smiled among people ^^
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:27 pm (UTC)Loved this, loved how it unfolded, and the competitveness between them was great.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-04 02:22 am (UTC)THIS. YES.
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Date: 2009-01-04 02:25 am (UTC):D And yes, Aaron's ass IS a work of art. *G*
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Date: 2009-05-30 01:10 pm (UTC)Okay, NOW you've gone and done it.
I ship, I femslash... I don't generally boyslash (read, have only ever had ONE other pairing I could see/really read).
*guh*
Now I'm sunk and wanting more.
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Date: 2009-05-30 05:16 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad you liked!
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Date: 2009-06-03 10:06 pm (UTC)I'm still sitting here, wondering if this was real... it's the first time EVER that I saw the charakters of the show in front of me, while reading a slash-story. I heard their voices, speaking the words you've written, saw the actors in front of me, doing what you've written them to do... they were so brilliantly in-charakter... I'm totally amazed. Everything was just perfect. Hotch's humor, their banter, their thoughts...
AND NOT TO FORGET - HOT, HOT, HOT! God, I'm drooling here and at the moment I'm really fighting against my own UST...
oO
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Date: 2009-07-22 11:32 pm (UTC)/"I'm not gay." "And I am?"/ I can so picture Rossi say that :gins:
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Date: 2010-03-21 09:22 am (UTC)Lovely fic, I really can see all this happen, the characterization it's great.
Thanks for sharing :D
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