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geekystudmuffinTitle: The Expansion of Two Natures, part three
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Rossi, and a little Hotch/Haley
Rating: NC-17 for this part and overall
Summary: When Aaron Hotchner is new to the BAU, he finds himself working closely with SSA David Rossi--one of the original founders of the department. As their relationship progresses, they realize what they have together is more than friendship...but circumstances keep them from having all that they knew they could have together. Years later, Dave has a second chance, just when Aaron needs a friend the most...
Word count: ~7,700 for this part, ~78,000 overall
Notes: RP format. Mild AU, as we played fast and loose with Hotch's already screwy back story (especially in regards to his work history and the timeline of his marriage to Haley). If you find any glaring errors, feel free to point them out. :)
Previous parts: Part One, Part Two
"Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other." - Felix Adler
It was nearly ten o'clock when they arrived in Athens, Georgia, and they spent the next forty minutes trying to find a hotel room before they managed one room in a dumpy no-tell-motel with one-inch gaps under the room doors and crappy water pressure. Dave was just grateful the room actually had two beds.
"Next time I'll check graduation schedules before taking a case in a university town," he promised Aaron, and waited for him to pick which bed he wanted.
"Dave--" Aaron started, and then shook his head and tossed his ready bag on the farthest bed from the door. He sat on the edge and rubbed his eyes for a moment.
"Hey, I'm sorry. You know, I thought you'd like to be in Georgia. We've never had a case this close to Atlanta. You could see your family." Dave sighed and threw his bag on his bed, then dropped down next to it. "I didn't set out to piss you off."
"You didn't piss me off," Aaron said quickly. "I'm not overly close to my mother, and my brother's in New York." He knew he'd just blatantly left Haley out, but a moment later he realized that in the months he and Dave had known each other, they'd neither one ever talked about family, aside from Dave's ex-wife, if she could be counted. Not that Aaron wanted to talk family, but that was beside the point.
"Dad not around?" Dave asked, glancing at him. He really wanted something to drink, but he had a feeling the tap water would taste like piss, and he didn't have the energy to go looking for a vending machine yet. "Anyway, Haley's here. Well, in this state."
"We're barely talking," Aaron said, and wondered if he should say anything about the dad question. He didn't mind telling Dave his father was dead, but it was possible he might sound a little too happy about it if he did.
"You and your dad?" Dave asked, though he had a feeling Aaron had meant Haley. He knew things had been getting bad between them--he'd known that since the day he and Aaron had kissed. But he'd been unwilling to ask, and Aaron hadn't volunteered the information before now.
Aaron expelled an unhappy laugh. "My dad is rotting in his grave." He pulled the case file out of his bag and shifted on the bed to prop his legs up and leaned back against the headboard. He'd gone over the thing a million times in the car, but it was easier to look at the papers inside than Dave.
Dave went still for a moment. "Ah." And he'd apparently found both a sore spot and possibly the reason Aaron was a profiler, all by accident. "Need a Coke? I thought I'd look for a vending machine."
Aaron drew a deep breath. He was cranky and moody; he needed to relax. He shifted slightly where he was sitting, and then dropped his head back. "Yeah, sure," he mumbled.
"I'll bring you something back," Dave promised. He headed out along the outside of the building looking around. He'd hoped they would get a nice hotel, and had brought Haley's phone number with him; he'd planned to call her, have her show up and surprise Aaron at his room. That wasn't exactly going to happen in this joint. You didn't even tell your wife you stayed at a place like this, let alone invite her to share it with you. Seeing the tell-tale red glow of a Coke machine, he headed over to buy a few.
Aaron opened his eyes and watched the door click shut, then looked at his bag. His phone was inside it, and the last thing he really wanted to do was call Haley. But he knew he should. It was just difficult to keep trying to make this work, trying to patch things up, to make up for his mistake with Dave (even if he hadn't told her what happened), when all she seemed to want to do was avoid it. That much was clear by the way she hadn't come back to Virginia.
After a moment, he sighed and pulled the zipper of his bag open anyway, and fished out his phone. After a moment's hesitation, he hit her speed dial number, hoping he wasn't waking her up.
She answered after four rings. "Hello?" She sounded unhappy, though he couldn't tell whether she'd been asleep.
"Hey," Aaron said, keeping his tone light in case he had actually woken her. "Did I wake you up?"
"Aaron." Her voice softened. "No, I wasn't sleeping, I was just reading in bed. How are you?"
"I'm okay," he said, and his shoulders relaxed at her tone. He smiled softly. "I'm in Athens, actually. I would have called sooner, but we've been driving all day."
There was silence for a moment. "You mean you're in Georgia? You're here? What are you doing here?"
Aaron frowned, but kept calm. "I'm on a case." He didn't say any more, trying to judge why she didn't seem very happy.
Another brief silence. "Oh. Will you have time to come see me? I've missed you so much, Aaron." Her voice warmed again. "Everyone's missed you."
"I hope so. It's late tonight, but maybe tomorrow night?" Aaron shifted down on the bed, ignoring how hard it was. "I miss you too. The house is too big for just me," he said, his smile growing warmer.
She sighed. "I hate being without you, Aaron. I hate thinking about you alone up there."
Aaron breathed a soft laugh, surprised at how good this felt, to hear her say she missed him. "There's an easy way to fix that," he suggested.
"I know," she said quietly. He heard her take a breath, then she said, "Come back home, Aaron. Come back here. I talked to Greg, he said he's kept a place open for you. You can have your old job back. Everyone wants you to come back."
As quickly as the good feeling came, it went. "Haley--"
"Please, Aaron! All my friends are here. All your friends are here. You had a good job. A great job. We were so happy. I never understood why you had to go!"
Aaron sat up and propped his head in his hand, his elbows against his knees. "Haley, I know it's a bit of an adjustment, but you've known for a long time that this is what I wanted to do. I don't understand what there is to understand that I haven't already explained."
"Maybe you could explain how your job is more important to you than I am," she said, her tone heating. "Or why I have to be the one to make all the sacrifices so you can be happy!"
"You don't think I'm sacrificing anything?" Aaron snapped, suddenly on the defensive when her tone changed yet again. "You think I want you angry at me, living in another state, barely speaking to me? Do you think it's been easy for me alone, dealing with the things I see on a daily basis and not having someone to come home to?" He stood and started to pace, then forced his voice to calm. "You could have a job in any school district in this country, but the only job I want is only at Quantico."
"Oh, my God, not this again! Aaron, you're a lawyer! You could practice law in any district in this country, too!" He could hear the tears threatening in her voice, and wondered if they were tears of anger or unhappiness. "Why can't we just stay in Georgia and settle down? We could have kids! We could be happy!"
Dave had walked around outside for a while, stretching his legs and giving Aaron some time to himself, but the mosquitoes were out, and he was tired of slapping at them, so he'd finally decided to take the sweating Coke cans inside. Maybe he'd take a shower if Aaron was still cranky, just to give them both a little more time apart.
"Hey, I found a Coke machine. Only cans, though--" he began, then saw that Aaron had the phone to his ear.
"I've told you before that I'm not ready for kids. And before you say it, I know how old I am, and I'm well aware that neither of us are getting any younger!" Aaron said angrily, almost missing that Dave had walked in the room. When the door clicked shut, he glanced over, drew a steadying breath, and slumped against the wall. "We could be happy in Virginia too, if you'd give it more than a couple of weeks," he said, his voice almost too calm.
Dave's eyebrows shot up as he began debating the wisdom of just turning around and going back out to take his chances with the mosquitoes. He set the cans on the table and made a beeline for the bathroom instead. He'd just...hide in there...until they were done arguing.
Even after he shut the door, he could hear Aaron's voice, though. He wanted to offer support or even comfort somehow, but he knew better than to get involved in a domestic dispute. He sighed and sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his forehead.
Aaron sighed. "It's been over a month, Haley, and we need to figure out what this means for us, because neither one of us can keep on the way it is... I'm not moving back." His stomach twisted at the words, waiting for her response, but he knew he meant what he said anyway.
"What this means for us?" Her voice went up. "Aaron, there hardly is an us any more! It's you in Virginia and me in Georgia and a God-damned whole day's drive in between! I can't keep doing this! And I hate Virginia! I hate those horrible smug government-wife teachers and your stupid arrogant asshole partner! I don't want you to end up collapsing in some hotel room a thousand miles from home or getting shot and having to spend a week in the hospital in Detroit, for God's sake! Why can't you just have a normal job where no one's trying to kill you?"
"'Horrible smug government-wife teachers'?! Oh, well let's try not to make rash judgement calls," Aaron snapped back, not repeating what she called Dave in case he could hear, though it made him even angrier. "You gave it two weeks! And nobody's trying to kill me, Haley, but a lot of innocent people are dying, and I'd rather stop it before it gets to the courts!"
"At least I'm going into this rationally instead of jumping with both feet!" Haley retorted. "You just threw away everything to grasp at some chance of playing the hero and catching bad guys! One of us has to be the adult, Aaron!" He heard a muffled noise as if Haley had her hand over the phone. "God, I told her this wasn't going to work," she said, her voice distorted. Then she came back loud and clear. "I don't want to live in Virginia. If you want me to live with you, you'll have to come to Georgia."
Aaron just stood there for a moment, feeling like the floor had fallen out from under him. This was it? This was it. He swallowed hard. "How can you... accuse me of being the irrational one, when...?" He shook his head and straightened, the words he'd heard that she hadn't meant him to weighing heavy on his mind. She was trying to win this argument in the most manipulative way possible. He wouldn't let her win that way. "I'm not moving back. I told you that," he said finally, his voice tired but firm.
She was silent for so long he wondered if she'd hung up on him. Finally he heard a little gasp. "Aaron," she whispered. God, she was crying. "Aaron, don't do this. Please, I'm so tired of fighting."
Aaron swallowed hard. He wished she'd stop sniffling, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if this was part of the plan. "So am I. So I'm telling you that I'm not moving back. That's it. That's all there is left to say, Haley. I love you, and I want you, but I want you to give Virginia a real shot for me. And if you're going to fight with me, I want you to at least start fighting fairly."
"Fairly!" she burst out. "Aaron--" She cut off, then made an angry noise. "I can't talk about this any more tonight. I just...I just can't. I'm sorry. I have to go, Aaron."
Aaron opened his mouth, but the phone clicked off a second before he even formed words. He was tempted to throw his phone across the room, but instead he just gripped it hard in his hand for a moment, and then expelled a long breath. Dave was still in the bathroom. Aaron didn't know whether to acknowledge he was done on the phone or not. He wasn't sure he wanted to face Dave right now at all.
Dave lifted his head when Aaron went quiet out in the other room. He wasn't sure if that meant the argument was over or if it just meant the argument had lost volume. A tiny, mean part of him was glad Aaron had stood up to Haley like that, especially the part about not leaving the BAU. He tried to squash it. He hadn't realized things were so bad between them. Finally he sighed and opened the door a few inches.
"Aaron?" he said quietly.
"She hung up," Aaron said by way of answering. He pushed away from the wall and walked numbly to his bed, collapsing against the rock-hard mattress.
Dave sighed and went out into the room, sitting on his own bed and watching Aaron. "God, I'm so sorry about all of this," he said. He felt, irrationally, as if it were his fault. He knew it wasn't. He knew an opportunity when he saw one, and he wouldn't be afraid to take it, but he hadn't forced Haley to be such a bitch about Aaron's career. Still, irrational or not, the guilt was there.
"Stop apologizing for her behavior," Aaron mumbled against the pillow. He had an irrational desire to crawl over to Dave's bed. He told himself it was out of stress, and it wouldn't be fair to use Dave for comfort. Even if, technically, the only reason he hadn't done anything more with Dave was because of Haley.... which apparently wasn't an issue anymore, for all intents and purposes.
"I'm not apologizing for her," Dave said. He told himself not to move. Which meant he immediately got up and sat on Aaron's bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I just hate seeing you like this. You deserve to be happy. Hell, you deserve a medal for the work you do."
Aaron snorted. "I do the same work you do." He was glad Dave moved, and he hesitated a moment, then shifted to take Dave's hand. He curled his fingers around it and brought it down to his lips, stroking a thumb over the back of it.
That sent a shock of heat through Dave, who just stared at Aaron, unable to think. God, he really hadn't touched Aaron to try anything. He just wanted to offer comfort, to let him know someone was on his side. Dave felt like he couldn't quite breathe. "Maybe I deserve a medal, too, then," he mumbled finally.
Aaron closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, feeling the heat of it against Dave's hand when he exhaled. They hadn't touched like this since the night they'd spent in Dave's bed, and Aaron knew it was sudden, but it had been a long time since anyone had comforted him, and he needed it. God, he shouldn't do this to Dave right now, not when this could all be a stress reaction to the fight he'd just had. "Dave," he murmured.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, staring at him. His throat felt tight. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to kiss Aaron or just wrap his arms around him and tell him everything would be all right. After a moment he sighed and pushed his shoes off, then shifted around so he could lie down next to him. "I'm here."
Aaron didn't open his eyes. His heart was racing as he felt Dave's weight shift, and there was a tiny part of him that was still terrified of this, but the part that needed Dave was stronger. "I know. You've been here the whole time." Haley hasn't. She left. Aaron swallowed and tightened his hand on Dave's, then he kicked his ready bag off the bed without even opening his eyes to see where it went. "Stay here tonight."
Dave's chest felt like it had been squeezed. Aaron shouldn't hurt like this, he thought, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to Aaron's, gently, more a promise than a real kiss. I'll always be here.
Aaron returned the almost chaste kiss, and when Dave started to pull back, Aaron looped a hand around Dave's neck and pulled him in for a real kiss. His lips were soft against Dave's, but his kisses were full of months' worth of repressed desire. He knew it was needy, doing this now. He was trying not to care, but couldn't not care. "I'm sorry," he breathed between kisses. "I shouldn't do this now, not after that." Another hungry kiss. "I know." He slid his fingertips into Dave's hair, feeling like once he started, he just couldn't stop kissing Dave.
Dave let his eyes fall closed slowly, but he opened them again after a moment, watching Aaron as they kissed. "If I can give you something you need," he murmured huskily, "then I want to." It might be the closest he would ever come to saying words he was afraid he might never be able to say to Aaron--I love you. They were true, but... He kissed Aaron again, hungrily, shifting so his body was angled over Aaron's.
"I need you," Aaron breathed, and pulled Dave closer, against his chest, deepening their kiss and sliding his hand down Dave's side. God, it felt good to be wanted, to have someone touch him that seemed to need him as much as he needed them. And he knew, without question, that Dave respected him above anything else. "It's over," he breathed. Neither he or Haley had said those exact words, but it had been stated in enough other ways that Aaron knew it was true. He knew it would be said the next time they talked.
Dave closed his eyes for a moment, then planted a trail of kisses along Aaron's jaw. "Aaron," he murmured, an acknowledgment of his regret, but with a world of desire in that single word. He knew Haley was what had stopped Aaron before; he wasn't surprised that once it was over, Aaron would turn to him. He'd never been sure that he would ever actually have Aaron, though. "God, I want you so much," he whispered.
"I know," Aaron said, and pulled Dave on top of him fully, letting Dave feel his body's excitement. His fingers started to work open Dave's buttons even as he tilted his chin, offering Dave more of his jaw and neck.
Dave let out a faint whimper at the feel of Aaron's arousal against him. "I've wanted you for so long." Dave licked and sucked at Aaron's neck, sliding a hand into his hair. He shifted so their groins were aligned, wanting Aaron to know how much he wanted him. "Aaron."
"Dave," Aaron gasped, thrusting up against Dave automatically. This was strange--very strange--and for a presumably straight man, Aaron was incredibly aroused by this. Not that he hadn't known he wanted Dave for a while, but the physical side of it still worried him a little. It was almost with a sense of amusement that he realized most of that fear was trickling away quickly under the ministrations of Dave's mouth and the knowledge that he was allowed to do this now.
"Mmm." Dave scraped his teeth lightly across Aaron's skin, his breath coming faster as desire washed through him. Aaron was so strong, so handsome, and he wanted this, wanted Dave. "Sexy," he murmured, one hand slipping between them to work at Aaron's tie.
Aaron chuckled softly, his fingers brushing across Dave's chest as he bared it, then pushing it off his shoulders. "Just... shut up and fuck me," he breathed, sliding his fingers under the back of Dave's pants.
"God." Dave pulled back a little and stared at Aaron, half shocked and half aroused. It seemed abrupt, and he didn't really appreciate being told to shut up. But maybe that was what Aaron needed. Dave had said he just wanted to be whatever Aaron needed. God, you've got it bad, he told himself, but he just smiled slowly at Aaron and leaned in for a hard, hungry kiss.
Aaron hadn't really expected Dave to pull back like he did, and he blinked at Dave for a moment before he realized maybe that hadn't been the best thing to say. "Sorry," he murmured. He reached a hand up and trailed a finger over Dave's lower lip. "I don't need you to tell me I'm sexy; I'd rather you show me." That, and he really did just need to lose himself in this physical pleasure with someone who cared about him, and he cared about too.
Dave met Aaron's gaze and flicked his tongue out to taste Aaron's finger. He caught it gently between his teeth, still watching Aaron's face, and closed his lips to suck. If Aaron wanted to be shown, Dave could do that. He worked his tongue around the tip of Aaron's finger, his heated gaze a promise. I want you. Aaron knew that, of course. Aaron had known it for months by now. Dave just didn't see any reason to rush things too much.
Aaron drew a shaky breath. He was, apparently, much more ready for a frantic fuck than Dave was. Which was surprising. And a little confusing--not because he didn't already know Dave respected him and had wanted him for long enough that he might want to savor this, but mostly because this was happening so quickly after Aaron's fight with Haley that Aaron wasn't sure how to quite compartmentalize his feelings when it came to Dave and Haley. Or was that Dave versus Haley? Or Haley versus Dave? Taking this slowly meant thinking about things like that.
He licked his lips and watched Dave's lips around his finger. "Dave," he breathed, wanting to say all of that, but not willing to ruin this, or possibly end it all together.
There was confusion in Aaron's eyes. Dave cursed himself when it registered. Maybe he'd given away too much. Maybe there had been too much affection and too little lust in his expression. Maybe... Oh, you idiot, Dave realized belatedly. He's thinking. That's the last thing he needs. He released Aaron's finger and caught Aaron's mouth with his own. "What was it you said?" he murmured when the kiss ended. "Shut up and fuck you?"
Aaron moaned softly into the kiss, his fingers splaying over Dave's chest. "If that's not what you want, Dave..."
"You're what I want, Aaron." Dave murmured. He ran a hand down Aaron's side to rest at his hip. "You're all I've wanted for months." He kissed Aaron again, harder, nipping at his lower lip. "Been dying to fuck you since that first case." Hopefully it didn't sound like a pep talk, but saying the words aloud definitely got Dave more into the spirit of shutting up and fucking. He tugged at Aaron's shirt, wanting him naked.
Aaron moaned at Dave's words when they sent a thrill of desire through him. He shifted to let Dave tug his shirt off. He wrapped his arms around Dave, arching up under him and kissing him hard, sincerely hoping Dave would take the lead here without Aaron having to ask. He didn't think he really had to tell Dave he hadn't done this before. "Yes," he breathed.
That was a great reaction. Dave smiled and held Aaron tightly for a moment, relishing the feel of him in his arms. "You need a good hard fuck," Dave murmured in his ear, his voice husky with desire. He fumbled at Aaron's pants, getting the fly undone and nudging his hips.
Aaron let his eyes flutter shut and shifted to help Dave pull his pants open and whimpering at Dave's words. The breath in his ear sent shivers through him. That was exactly what he needed, to be reminded he was wanted and that this was different from everything he'd had before. His fingers curled into Dave's hair tightly. "Yes," he said again, the word coming out breathless. "Dave."
"I want you naked," Dave murmured, his lips ghosting up Aaron's jaw as he spoke. He tugged Aaron's boxers and pants down together, his gaze greedy as he took in the sight of Aaron Hotchner, naked and wanting. He shifted back to get out of the rest of his own clothes, not looking away.
"God," Aaron breathed at the sight of Dave. Dave naked and obviously aroused. Aaron opened his eyes to speak, but then didn't have a clue what to say and shut his mouth. His breath was shaky, but rather than speak, he drew his hand down Dave's body to his hip, tracing a line down the jut of hip bone there. "Dave," he whispered.
There were two choices. Ask what was wrong, or press forward and see how Aaron reacted. Dave covered Aaron's hand with his, then leaned in to kiss him again. "Shh. Don't talk," he murmured, and reached down to curl his hand around Aaron's cock.
Aaron was enormously thankful for that, and moaned softly against Dave's lips when Dave's hand started to move. He'd tensed slightly, but could feel the touch of Dave's lips and hands uncoiling him again, and he trailed his hand lower, drawing his hand closer to Dave's erection.
"Want you so much," Dave whispered against Aaron's mouth. "I want to be inside you, Aaron." He flicked his thumb across the head of Aaron's cock as he spoke, then resumed stroking. He kissed him hard.
Dave's kiss swallowed Aaron's moan, and Aaron finally reached low enough to grip Dave's cock. And it was strange, but good and Aaron squeezed lightly and then matched Dave's rhythm on him, leaning up into Dave's kiss. "Mmm-hmm," he hummed, and felt his heart rate soar.
That sent a flash of lust through Dave. He made a noise in his throat and shifted, nudging Aaron's legs apart and settling between them. He didn't want to hurt Aaron, but this had to be as mindless as he could make it, getting Aaron swept up in the passion and pleasure and not thinking. "God, you're so fucking hot," he murmured, nibbling along Aaron's jaw.
Aaron let out a breathy laugh. "Ah, mm, you don't have to say that," he managed to murmured, but he shifted into Dave's hand, willing himself to pay more attention to the pleasure he was feeling instead of the way Dave had shifted. He licked his lips and wrapped a leg around one of Dave's. Be careful, he thought, but that sounded idiotic... and part of him wanted it to hurt--just a little. Part of him needed catharsis.
"S'truth," Dave said, and licked Aaron's throat. He hadn't been lying when he said he would behave himself. He hadn't planned this, didn't even have condoms, let alone lubrication. Unprotected sex was dumb, but he had a feeling Aaron had only ever been with Haley, and Dave had always been careful before. Aaron was worth the risk. He lifted his head and kissed Aaron deeply, then turned his head and spit into his hand to slick his fingers. "You're gorgeous." He kissed Aaron again as he stroked his hand down a muscular thigh to his ass. Trying to pay careful attention to Aaron's reactions, despite his own growing passion, Dave pressed a finger lightly to his entrance.
Aaron opened his mouth to tell Dave to shut up again--this time with more warmth in his tone--but the words caught in his throat when Dave spit, knowing exactly what that meant. His breath was short by the time Dave actually reached his entrance, and he had a brief moment where all he could think was what the hell am I doing?! He tried to steady his breath and closed his eyes, pressing his head back against the pillow.
"Relax," Dave murmured, dropping feather-light kisses across Aaron's cheek. "Trust me." He pressed inside, just enough to let Aaron start getting used to the sensation. He felt suddenly like the pace would drive him crazy. He wanted to fuck, but Aaron needed time and preparation.
"I--" Aaron started, and then gasped softly as Dave's finger passed inside him. "Nngh," he managed, not quite getting out the 'I do trust you' he'd meant to say at first, but managing it a moment later. "I... do," he murmured breathlessly. The sting of it wasn't bad, and Aaron threaded his fingers into Dave's hair. "Fuck, Dave..."
Dave breathed a chuckle and turned his head to kiss Aaron's ear. "That's the idea," he murmured, and pressed in a little further.
"Yeah," Aaron found himself agreeing, then turned his head to catch Dave's lips in a kiss that was almost too soft. He moaned softly and pushed down a bit, getting used to the intrusion faster than expected.
Dave explored Aaron's mouth, keeping the kiss gentle, and turned his finger a little, trying to find Aaron's prostate. Pleasure would do more to unlock Aaron's body than all the patience and tenderness. And Aaron had said to shut up and fuck him, after all. God, this was incredible. Dave kept half-expecting the phone to ring and interrupt this.
Aaron sucked in a breath when Dave's finger twisted, and then a shock of lust surged through his body when Dave's finger hit the right spot. He moaned loudly, forgetting the awkwardness of this, the newness, the sting... forgetting everything but the way his body was responding to that touch. "More," he breathed, kissing Dave again with renewed hunger.
God, that was fantastic. Dave laughed softly, more from happiness than amusement. "Eager," he murmured, and stroked his finger against that spot again before sliding out. He spit again, then two fingertips were pressing inside as he watched Aaron's expression.
"Shut-- up--" Aaron managed breathlessly in reply, wishing he could sound playfully irritated, but not managing it at all. He made a strangled noise at the stretch and curled his fingers hard against Dave's hip, whimpering softly.
"It's great," Dave said, and explored Aaron's mouth with his tongue as he worked his fingers inside Aaron. He liked how much Aaron was enjoying this, how he was (understandably) a little anxious, but not shy.
Aaron's breath was ragged; he was enjoying both the pleasure and the pain of this, how new and different it was. He reached down and gripped Dave's cock again. God, Dave was hard. "Want you," he whispered... and it was maybe too soon, but Aaron didn't really care at the moment.
The words sent a surge of pure desire through Dave, and he groaned. They were possibly making a colossal mistake, but he wasn't going to be the one to back down. He'd wanted this too long. "Yes, Aaron," he breathed, and slid his fingers out. More spit, this time to slick his cock, and then he positioned himself, watching Aaron. "It'll be uncomfortable at first," he murmured, brushing his nose along Aaron's cheek.
Aaron closed his eyes, trying to calm himself even as his heart tried to beat out of his chest. He turned his cheek into Dave's, breathing heavily against his jaw and neck. "I don't care," he whispered.
"Remember to breathe," Dave advised, and pressed in slowly, trying to give Aaron time to adjust. He whimpered faintly at the molten pleasure it sent through his body, his breath ragged against Aaron's skin.
Aaron started to hum a response, but then he just sucked in a sharp breath as Dave passed inside him. He clenched his jaw at the burn of it, his fingers curling into Dave's side and his breath coming in short gasps. "Dave," he managed--but this was exactly what he needed, every nerve on fire with some sensation or another, reminding him he could still feel. "Don't stop," he whispered, his voice shaky, and turned to kiss Dave.
"Okay?" Dave breathed when the kiss ended. "I don't want to hurt you." He kissed Aaron again when he nodded. "God," he breathed, and pressed in until they were settled together. He paused then, breathing hard. "Aaron."
Their chests were rising and falling fast against one another, and Aaron clung to Dave. He was somewhere between wonder at the sheer fact he was doing what he was and the intensity of the way it felt, the fullness of another man inside him. Of Dave inside him. "Oh, God," he moaned, still sounding a little weak. "Dave."
"Gorgeous," Dave panted, stroking his fingers across Aaron's cheek. "Aaron." He kissed Aaron hungrily, his mouth demanding, as he rocked his hips in slow, deliberate almost-thrusts. He suspected Aaron didn't want time to get used to it; he wanted to feel.
"Mmph, David," Aaron panted, making a little noise of pleasure-discomfort as Dave moved, but then just deepened their kiss.
Dave let out a moan that was swallowed in Aaron's kiss. He didn't change his rhythm until he felt Aaron's body loosening a little, adjusting to the sensations going through him. Then he began to actually thrust, pulling mostly out before pushing in again, still going slowly.
Aaron could feel the tension--and, with it, the traces of pain left in this--draining out of him as Dave moved, and for a moment it was renewed when Dave started to push in earnest, but Aaron's body was starting to tingle with the pleasure of this more and more. He moaned loudly, pressing his head back against the pillow and shifting down against Dave's thrusts a bit.
"Yes," Dave panted, letting his thrusts gain in speed. He shifted his angle, stroking his hand along Aaron's side to his hip, then sliding between them to curl around his cock. Let yourself enjoy this, he thought, watching Aaron's face eagerly.
"Oh," Aaron moaned, feeling a spike of arousal sweep through his body. He shifted to get his knee up over Dave's hip and let out a little cry at the way that shifted the angle and everything about the way this felt.
God, that was amazing. Dave smiled, thrusting deeper and exulting in the noises Aaron made. He was so sexy, wrapped up in pleasure like this. Dave could feel enjoyment spreading through his own body, building as his rhythm sped up.
"Yes!" Aaron gasped, the new force breaking apart his reserve. He threw his hand up against the headboard when it hit the wall hard the first time, pinning it against the wall to keep it still, and then used the leverage to push down against Dave more, losing himself in the heat and need coursing through him.
Dave let out a low cry at the way Aaron moved against him, his control slipping just a little. He sped his hand on Aaron's cock, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts. He spared a single thought to hope they didn't have neighbors, then got caught up in the way their bodies moved together.
"Nnnngh," was all Aaron could manage, his toes curling, his body arching under Dave in pleasure as Dave's hand forced his breathing to speed even more. It was amazing giving himself over like this, something he'd never done before, never had the opportunity to do... and never would have trusted anyone to do before now. "Dave!" he gasped. "So-- so-- Mmmm..."
"Gorgeous," Dave managed, completing Aaron's sentence for him. He smiled warmly at Aaron, then leaned in for a kiss, flicking his thumb across the head of Aaron's cock as he did. He could feel the desire pooling low in his body, the coiling in his muscles that meant climax was approaching. He wanted to wait Aaron out, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to at this rate.
Aaron gasped when Dave's thumb slicked through the precome at the head of his cock, a surge of need cutting through the haze of sensation thrumming through Aaron's body. He'd almost forgotten himself, overwhelmed by the slide of Dave inside him and the press of their bodies. "Yes," he agreed, breathless.
"Oh, God, Aaron--" Dave managed, his thrusts growing more desperate. It was too much, too good after wanting this for so long. He abandoned himself to the pleasure, straining after his own climax. He was so close. He leaned in for another hot, hungry kiss, then let out a long groan as he came, Aaron's name on his lips.
Aaron swallowed Dave's moan, a burst of excitement going through him at the feel of Dave coming inside him (followed by a brief flash of heat at the realization that he hadn't even thought about a condom). Aaron moaned softly when Dave stilled, liking the feeling of Dave inside him, slick with his release. His fingers stroked down Dave's back. "Dave," he murmured, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, God, God," Dave mumbled, letting his forehead rest against Aaron's neck. He'd stopped stroking Aaron's cock in the throes of orgasm, and when he realized it, he began stroking again, but slower, taking the time to tease and explore with his thumb.
Aaron shivered when Dave's interest in his arousal renewed, and he threaded his fingers into Dave's hair, his focus zeroing in on his own need once all the other new sensation stopped. God he needed to come, and now Dave was slowing down. Not that it wasn't understandable, but still... "Oh," he whispered, his breath catching when Dave's thumb slid across his slit. "Please."
Dave opened his eyes and nuzzled Aaron's neck, kissing and then sucking at the salty skin. "So gorgeous," he murmured, and shifted, then slipped out of Aaron. He pulled away, glanced at Aaron's face for a moment, then moved down, lowering his head to take Aaron's cock in his mouth in one movement. He swirled his tongue around the heated flesh, tasting the precome.
Aaron gasped and immediately fisted his fingers in Dave's hair. "God!" he moaned, shifting into Dave's mouth. The shock of how quickly that happened had Aaron on the edge already, and God, Dave's tongue was wonderful. Haley never-- No. Aaron clamped his eyes shut and tried to catch his breath and push away that thought. "Fuck-- so good," he murmured.
Dave made a noise of acknowledgment, liking that reaction. He sucked enthusiastically, bobbing his head and working his tongue against Aaron's length. For all that he liked women, he'd never particularly enjoyed oral sex with women. Sucking cock came more naturally, and was frankly more enjoyable. Particularly when he could wring noises like that out of a man like Aaron Hotchner. He teased his fingers up Aaron's inner thigh and stroked his balls.
Aaron moaned again and squirmed under Dave, and if he hadn't already been touched, it would have been almost embarrassing how quickly Dave was pushing him towards climax. "God, God, yes," he babbled, his hand on the back of Dave's head, uselessly trying to hold off to enjoy this a little longer.
Pleased, Dave hummed, squeezing lightly at Aaron's balls. It was incredibly hot the way Aaron was coming apart under his ministrations. Dave hummed again, knowing how that would feel against Aaron's cock.
Aaron let out a long, breathy noise when Dave hummed, the feeling of it sweeping through his already tingling body and pushing him close to the edge. "I'm going to come," he warned, straining to hold on just a moment more to let Dave pull away if he wanted.
Dave laughed and sucked harder. The brief, uncharitable thought flashed through his head that Haley must never have done this much, but he pushed it away. He squeezed again gently, glancing up towards Aaron's face.
Aaron made a strangled noise when Dave laughed, his fingers tightening in Dave's hair when it was clear Dave wasn't going to pull away. All the tightness in his body came to a focus and he came hard, pulsing into Dave's mouth with a groan. When he was spent, he collapsed back against the bed, sated and panting softly.
That? was magnificent. Dave swallowed and licked Aaron clean, still breathing hard. Then he slid up along Aaron's body and settled on the mattress next to him, stroking a hand idly over Aaron's heaving chest. He was so beautiful, with his expression that open, his body bare to Dave's gaze.
"God, you need to do that more often," Aaron breathed, feeling like he couldn't move and not opening his eyes.
Dave laughed and kissed Aaron's shoulder. "That's easily arranged," he murmured, resting his head on the pillow next to Aaron's. His gaze fell on his hand, tracing idly through chest hair. This was everything he'd wanted.
"I think-- no, I know that was the best blow job I've ever had," Aaron breathed, and it occured to him he might be babbling while his mind was still a little hazy, but he didn't care.
"Mmm. Thank you." Dave couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He shifted a little closer, looping one leg over Aaron's.
Aaron glanced at Dave, slightly surprised. They'd woken up pressed together comfortably that one morning in Dave's bed, and it had been nice, but this was different. This was real, and happening very fast, Aaron realized. He licked his lips and looped his arm around Dave, pulling him closer anyway and hoping he wasn't going to fuck up this friendship suddenly. "My only complaint is that it didn't last long enough," he teased, his voice hoarse.
"Huh. Maybe next time you'll have more stamina," Dave jibed back. He closed his eyes, feeling utterly content.
Aaron breathed a laugh, letting the playful banter distract him but not really having a reply. He drew a deep, sated breath, and kissed Dave's forehead. He let the silence hang for a few moments, thinking back on the whirlwind events of the last few hours, and then finally whispered, "Thank you."
Dave made a quiet noise. "Completely my pleasure," he said. He took a slow breath, then stifled a yawn. "But if you want to show your thanks in a more tangible way, you could get a washcloth and turn out the lights."
Aaron snorted. "I hope you're not always this demanding after sex," he murmured, realizing that was the second time he'd said in not so many words that he wanted this again. Don't think about that. He tilted Dave's chin up to kiss him, humming softly at the taste of his release on Dave's tongue, then slipped out of the bed to get the washcloth.
"Not always," Dave said, amused. He sprawled on his back, watching Hotch walking naked to the bathroom. "God, you're gorgeous," he murmured before he caught himself.
Aaron glanced over at Dave briefly, not having expected those words, though he really should have, given the compliments Dave had been giving all night. Aaron just shook his head, though, and walked into the bathroom. When he came out with a damp washcloth, he threw it gently at Dave's face and went to hit the light switch and check the door lock.
Sputtering, Dave pulled the washcloth off his face and scowled at it. "I hope this hasn't touched your ass," he muttered, and used it to clean himself up before tossing it in Aaron's general direction. Of course, by that time the lights were out, so he had no idea if he actually hit the mark.
Aaron hid a laugh in the darkness, and then heard the washcloth thud softly against the floor... and he wasn't using anything that had possibly picked up anything off the carpet in this motel when he couldn't see it. He didn't even bother looking for the washcloth and just went back to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned, he slid onto the bed next to Dave and fumbled for his jaw in the dark to kiss him.
"Mmm." Dave wrapped his arms around Aaron and pulled him close as they kissed, glad he'd come back to share the bed.
Somehow in the dark it was easier not to worry about this. Aaron had been tempted to ask if this would change things, but then decided that was ridiculous because there was no way it wouldn't change things. Still in the darkness, in the comfort of Dave's arms, Aaron thought it would be just fine to see what happened as it happened for once. He settled against Dave, looking forward to sleeping in someone else's arms for the first time in far too long.
Part Four-a
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Rossi, and a little Hotch/Haley
Rating: NC-17 for this part and overall
Summary: When Aaron Hotchner is new to the BAU, he finds himself working closely with SSA David Rossi--one of the original founders of the department. As their relationship progresses, they realize what they have together is more than friendship...but circumstances keep them from having all that they knew they could have together. Years later, Dave has a second chance, just when Aaron needs a friend the most...
Word count: ~7,700 for this part, ~78,000 overall
Notes: RP format. Mild AU, as we played fast and loose with Hotch's already screwy back story (especially in regards to his work history and the timeline of his marriage to Haley). If you find any glaring errors, feel free to point them out. :)
Previous parts: Part One, Part Two
It was nearly ten o'clock when they arrived in Athens, Georgia, and they spent the next forty minutes trying to find a hotel room before they managed one room in a dumpy no-tell-motel with one-inch gaps under the room doors and crappy water pressure. Dave was just grateful the room actually had two beds.
"Next time I'll check graduation schedules before taking a case in a university town," he promised Aaron, and waited for him to pick which bed he wanted.
"Dave--" Aaron started, and then shook his head and tossed his ready bag on the farthest bed from the door. He sat on the edge and rubbed his eyes for a moment.
"Hey, I'm sorry. You know, I thought you'd like to be in Georgia. We've never had a case this close to Atlanta. You could see your family." Dave sighed and threw his bag on his bed, then dropped down next to it. "I didn't set out to piss you off."
"You didn't piss me off," Aaron said quickly. "I'm not overly close to my mother, and my brother's in New York." He knew he'd just blatantly left Haley out, but a moment later he realized that in the months he and Dave had known each other, they'd neither one ever talked about family, aside from Dave's ex-wife, if she could be counted. Not that Aaron wanted to talk family, but that was beside the point.
"Dad not around?" Dave asked, glancing at him. He really wanted something to drink, but he had a feeling the tap water would taste like piss, and he didn't have the energy to go looking for a vending machine yet. "Anyway, Haley's here. Well, in this state."
"We're barely talking," Aaron said, and wondered if he should say anything about the dad question. He didn't mind telling Dave his father was dead, but it was possible he might sound a little too happy about it if he did.
"You and your dad?" Dave asked, though he had a feeling Aaron had meant Haley. He knew things had been getting bad between them--he'd known that since the day he and Aaron had kissed. But he'd been unwilling to ask, and Aaron hadn't volunteered the information before now.
Aaron expelled an unhappy laugh. "My dad is rotting in his grave." He pulled the case file out of his bag and shifted on the bed to prop his legs up and leaned back against the headboard. He'd gone over the thing a million times in the car, but it was easier to look at the papers inside than Dave.
Dave went still for a moment. "Ah." And he'd apparently found both a sore spot and possibly the reason Aaron was a profiler, all by accident. "Need a Coke? I thought I'd look for a vending machine."
Aaron drew a deep breath. He was cranky and moody; he needed to relax. He shifted slightly where he was sitting, and then dropped his head back. "Yeah, sure," he mumbled.
"I'll bring you something back," Dave promised. He headed out along the outside of the building looking around. He'd hoped they would get a nice hotel, and had brought Haley's phone number with him; he'd planned to call her, have her show up and surprise Aaron at his room. That wasn't exactly going to happen in this joint. You didn't even tell your wife you stayed at a place like this, let alone invite her to share it with you. Seeing the tell-tale red glow of a Coke machine, he headed over to buy a few.
Aaron opened his eyes and watched the door click shut, then looked at his bag. His phone was inside it, and the last thing he really wanted to do was call Haley. But he knew he should. It was just difficult to keep trying to make this work, trying to patch things up, to make up for his mistake with Dave (even if he hadn't told her what happened), when all she seemed to want to do was avoid it. That much was clear by the way she hadn't come back to Virginia.
After a moment, he sighed and pulled the zipper of his bag open anyway, and fished out his phone. After a moment's hesitation, he hit her speed dial number, hoping he wasn't waking her up.
She answered after four rings. "Hello?" She sounded unhappy, though he couldn't tell whether she'd been asleep.
"Hey," Aaron said, keeping his tone light in case he had actually woken her. "Did I wake you up?"
"Aaron." Her voice softened. "No, I wasn't sleeping, I was just reading in bed. How are you?"
"I'm okay," he said, and his shoulders relaxed at her tone. He smiled softly. "I'm in Athens, actually. I would have called sooner, but we've been driving all day."
There was silence for a moment. "You mean you're in Georgia? You're here? What are you doing here?"
Aaron frowned, but kept calm. "I'm on a case." He didn't say any more, trying to judge why she didn't seem very happy.
Another brief silence. "Oh. Will you have time to come see me? I've missed you so much, Aaron." Her voice warmed again. "Everyone's missed you."
"I hope so. It's late tonight, but maybe tomorrow night?" Aaron shifted down on the bed, ignoring how hard it was. "I miss you too. The house is too big for just me," he said, his smile growing warmer.
She sighed. "I hate being without you, Aaron. I hate thinking about you alone up there."
Aaron breathed a soft laugh, surprised at how good this felt, to hear her say she missed him. "There's an easy way to fix that," he suggested.
"I know," she said quietly. He heard her take a breath, then she said, "Come back home, Aaron. Come back here. I talked to Greg, he said he's kept a place open for you. You can have your old job back. Everyone wants you to come back."
As quickly as the good feeling came, it went. "Haley--"
"Please, Aaron! All my friends are here. All your friends are here. You had a good job. A great job. We were so happy. I never understood why you had to go!"
Aaron sat up and propped his head in his hand, his elbows against his knees. "Haley, I know it's a bit of an adjustment, but you've known for a long time that this is what I wanted to do. I don't understand what there is to understand that I haven't already explained."
"Maybe you could explain how your job is more important to you than I am," she said, her tone heating. "Or why I have to be the one to make all the sacrifices so you can be happy!"
"You don't think I'm sacrificing anything?" Aaron snapped, suddenly on the defensive when her tone changed yet again. "You think I want you angry at me, living in another state, barely speaking to me? Do you think it's been easy for me alone, dealing with the things I see on a daily basis and not having someone to come home to?" He stood and started to pace, then forced his voice to calm. "You could have a job in any school district in this country, but the only job I want is only at Quantico."
"Oh, my God, not this again! Aaron, you're a lawyer! You could practice law in any district in this country, too!" He could hear the tears threatening in her voice, and wondered if they were tears of anger or unhappiness. "Why can't we just stay in Georgia and settle down? We could have kids! We could be happy!"
Dave had walked around outside for a while, stretching his legs and giving Aaron some time to himself, but the mosquitoes were out, and he was tired of slapping at them, so he'd finally decided to take the sweating Coke cans inside. Maybe he'd take a shower if Aaron was still cranky, just to give them both a little more time apart.
"Hey, I found a Coke machine. Only cans, though--" he began, then saw that Aaron had the phone to his ear.
"I've told you before that I'm not ready for kids. And before you say it, I know how old I am, and I'm well aware that neither of us are getting any younger!" Aaron said angrily, almost missing that Dave had walked in the room. When the door clicked shut, he glanced over, drew a steadying breath, and slumped against the wall. "We could be happy in Virginia too, if you'd give it more than a couple of weeks," he said, his voice almost too calm.
Dave's eyebrows shot up as he began debating the wisdom of just turning around and going back out to take his chances with the mosquitoes. He set the cans on the table and made a beeline for the bathroom instead. He'd just...hide in there...until they were done arguing.
Even after he shut the door, he could hear Aaron's voice, though. He wanted to offer support or even comfort somehow, but he knew better than to get involved in a domestic dispute. He sighed and sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his forehead.
Aaron sighed. "It's been over a month, Haley, and we need to figure out what this means for us, because neither one of us can keep on the way it is... I'm not moving back." His stomach twisted at the words, waiting for her response, but he knew he meant what he said anyway.
"What this means for us?" Her voice went up. "Aaron, there hardly is an us any more! It's you in Virginia and me in Georgia and a God-damned whole day's drive in between! I can't keep doing this! And I hate Virginia! I hate those horrible smug government-wife teachers and your stupid arrogant asshole partner! I don't want you to end up collapsing in some hotel room a thousand miles from home or getting shot and having to spend a week in the hospital in Detroit, for God's sake! Why can't you just have a normal job where no one's trying to kill you?"
"'Horrible smug government-wife teachers'?! Oh, well let's try not to make rash judgement calls," Aaron snapped back, not repeating what she called Dave in case he could hear, though it made him even angrier. "You gave it two weeks! And nobody's trying to kill me, Haley, but a lot of innocent people are dying, and I'd rather stop it before it gets to the courts!"
"At least I'm going into this rationally instead of jumping with both feet!" Haley retorted. "You just threw away everything to grasp at some chance of playing the hero and catching bad guys! One of us has to be the adult, Aaron!" He heard a muffled noise as if Haley had her hand over the phone. "God, I told her this wasn't going to work," she said, her voice distorted. Then she came back loud and clear. "I don't want to live in Virginia. If you want me to live with you, you'll have to come to Georgia."
Aaron just stood there for a moment, feeling like the floor had fallen out from under him. This was it? This was it. He swallowed hard. "How can you... accuse me of being the irrational one, when...?" He shook his head and straightened, the words he'd heard that she hadn't meant him to weighing heavy on his mind. She was trying to win this argument in the most manipulative way possible. He wouldn't let her win that way. "I'm not moving back. I told you that," he said finally, his voice tired but firm.
She was silent for so long he wondered if she'd hung up on him. Finally he heard a little gasp. "Aaron," she whispered. God, she was crying. "Aaron, don't do this. Please, I'm so tired of fighting."
Aaron swallowed hard. He wished she'd stop sniffling, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if this was part of the plan. "So am I. So I'm telling you that I'm not moving back. That's it. That's all there is left to say, Haley. I love you, and I want you, but I want you to give Virginia a real shot for me. And if you're going to fight with me, I want you to at least start fighting fairly."
"Fairly!" she burst out. "Aaron--" She cut off, then made an angry noise. "I can't talk about this any more tonight. I just...I just can't. I'm sorry. I have to go, Aaron."
Aaron opened his mouth, but the phone clicked off a second before he even formed words. He was tempted to throw his phone across the room, but instead he just gripped it hard in his hand for a moment, and then expelled a long breath. Dave was still in the bathroom. Aaron didn't know whether to acknowledge he was done on the phone or not. He wasn't sure he wanted to face Dave right now at all.
Dave lifted his head when Aaron went quiet out in the other room. He wasn't sure if that meant the argument was over or if it just meant the argument had lost volume. A tiny, mean part of him was glad Aaron had stood up to Haley like that, especially the part about not leaving the BAU. He tried to squash it. He hadn't realized things were so bad between them. Finally he sighed and opened the door a few inches.
"Aaron?" he said quietly.
"She hung up," Aaron said by way of answering. He pushed away from the wall and walked numbly to his bed, collapsing against the rock-hard mattress.
Dave sighed and went out into the room, sitting on his own bed and watching Aaron. "God, I'm so sorry about all of this," he said. He felt, irrationally, as if it were his fault. He knew it wasn't. He knew an opportunity when he saw one, and he wouldn't be afraid to take it, but he hadn't forced Haley to be such a bitch about Aaron's career. Still, irrational or not, the guilt was there.
"Stop apologizing for her behavior," Aaron mumbled against the pillow. He had an irrational desire to crawl over to Dave's bed. He told himself it was out of stress, and it wouldn't be fair to use Dave for comfort. Even if, technically, the only reason he hadn't done anything more with Dave was because of Haley.... which apparently wasn't an issue anymore, for all intents and purposes.
"I'm not apologizing for her," Dave said. He told himself not to move. Which meant he immediately got up and sat on Aaron's bed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I just hate seeing you like this. You deserve to be happy. Hell, you deserve a medal for the work you do."
Aaron snorted. "I do the same work you do." He was glad Dave moved, and he hesitated a moment, then shifted to take Dave's hand. He curled his fingers around it and brought it down to his lips, stroking a thumb over the back of it.
That sent a shock of heat through Dave, who just stared at Aaron, unable to think. God, he really hadn't touched Aaron to try anything. He just wanted to offer comfort, to let him know someone was on his side. Dave felt like he couldn't quite breathe. "Maybe I deserve a medal, too, then," he mumbled finally.
Aaron closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, feeling the heat of it against Dave's hand when he exhaled. They hadn't touched like this since the night they'd spent in Dave's bed, and Aaron knew it was sudden, but it had been a long time since anyone had comforted him, and he needed it. God, he shouldn't do this to Dave right now, not when this could all be a stress reaction to the fight he'd just had. "Dave," he murmured.
"God, Aaron," Dave breathed, staring at him. His throat felt tight. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to kiss Aaron or just wrap his arms around him and tell him everything would be all right. After a moment he sighed and pushed his shoes off, then shifted around so he could lie down next to him. "I'm here."
Aaron didn't open his eyes. His heart was racing as he felt Dave's weight shift, and there was a tiny part of him that was still terrified of this, but the part that needed Dave was stronger. "I know. You've been here the whole time." Haley hasn't. She left. Aaron swallowed and tightened his hand on Dave's, then he kicked his ready bag off the bed without even opening his eyes to see where it went. "Stay here tonight."
Dave's chest felt like it had been squeezed. Aaron shouldn't hurt like this, he thought, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to Aaron's, gently, more a promise than a real kiss. I'll always be here.
Aaron returned the almost chaste kiss, and when Dave started to pull back, Aaron looped a hand around Dave's neck and pulled him in for a real kiss. His lips were soft against Dave's, but his kisses were full of months' worth of repressed desire. He knew it was needy, doing this now. He was trying not to care, but couldn't not care. "I'm sorry," he breathed between kisses. "I shouldn't do this now, not after that." Another hungry kiss. "I know." He slid his fingertips into Dave's hair, feeling like once he started, he just couldn't stop kissing Dave.
Dave let his eyes fall closed slowly, but he opened them again after a moment, watching Aaron as they kissed. "If I can give you something you need," he murmured huskily, "then I want to." It might be the closest he would ever come to saying words he was afraid he might never be able to say to Aaron--I love you. They were true, but... He kissed Aaron again, hungrily, shifting so his body was angled over Aaron's.
"I need you," Aaron breathed, and pulled Dave closer, against his chest, deepening their kiss and sliding his hand down Dave's side. God, it felt good to be wanted, to have someone touch him that seemed to need him as much as he needed them. And he knew, without question, that Dave respected him above anything else. "It's over," he breathed. Neither he or Haley had said those exact words, but it had been stated in enough other ways that Aaron knew it was true. He knew it would be said the next time they talked.
Dave closed his eyes for a moment, then planted a trail of kisses along Aaron's jaw. "Aaron," he murmured, an acknowledgment of his regret, but with a world of desire in that single word. He knew Haley was what had stopped Aaron before; he wasn't surprised that once it was over, Aaron would turn to him. He'd never been sure that he would ever actually have Aaron, though. "God, I want you so much," he whispered.
"I know," Aaron said, and pulled Dave on top of him fully, letting Dave feel his body's excitement. His fingers started to work open Dave's buttons even as he tilted his chin, offering Dave more of his jaw and neck.
Dave let out a faint whimper at the feel of Aaron's arousal against him. "I've wanted you for so long." Dave licked and sucked at Aaron's neck, sliding a hand into his hair. He shifted so their groins were aligned, wanting Aaron to know how much he wanted him. "Aaron."
"Dave," Aaron gasped, thrusting up against Dave automatically. This was strange--very strange--and for a presumably straight man, Aaron was incredibly aroused by this. Not that he hadn't known he wanted Dave for a while, but the physical side of it still worried him a little. It was almost with a sense of amusement that he realized most of that fear was trickling away quickly under the ministrations of Dave's mouth and the knowledge that he was allowed to do this now.
"Mmm." Dave scraped his teeth lightly across Aaron's skin, his breath coming faster as desire washed through him. Aaron was so strong, so handsome, and he wanted this, wanted Dave. "Sexy," he murmured, one hand slipping between them to work at Aaron's tie.
Aaron chuckled softly, his fingers brushing across Dave's chest as he bared it, then pushing it off his shoulders. "Just... shut up and fuck me," he breathed, sliding his fingers under the back of Dave's pants.
"God." Dave pulled back a little and stared at Aaron, half shocked and half aroused. It seemed abrupt, and he didn't really appreciate being told to shut up. But maybe that was what Aaron needed. Dave had said he just wanted to be whatever Aaron needed. God, you've got it bad, he told himself, but he just smiled slowly at Aaron and leaned in for a hard, hungry kiss.
Aaron hadn't really expected Dave to pull back like he did, and he blinked at Dave for a moment before he realized maybe that hadn't been the best thing to say. "Sorry," he murmured. He reached a hand up and trailed a finger over Dave's lower lip. "I don't need you to tell me I'm sexy; I'd rather you show me." That, and he really did just need to lose himself in this physical pleasure with someone who cared about him, and he cared about too.
Dave met Aaron's gaze and flicked his tongue out to taste Aaron's finger. He caught it gently between his teeth, still watching Aaron's face, and closed his lips to suck. If Aaron wanted to be shown, Dave could do that. He worked his tongue around the tip of Aaron's finger, his heated gaze a promise. I want you. Aaron knew that, of course. Aaron had known it for months by now. Dave just didn't see any reason to rush things too much.
Aaron drew a shaky breath. He was, apparently, much more ready for a frantic fuck than Dave was. Which was surprising. And a little confusing--not because he didn't already know Dave respected him and had wanted him for long enough that he might want to savor this, but mostly because this was happening so quickly after Aaron's fight with Haley that Aaron wasn't sure how to quite compartmentalize his feelings when it came to Dave and Haley. Or was that Dave versus Haley? Or Haley versus Dave? Taking this slowly meant thinking about things like that.
He licked his lips and watched Dave's lips around his finger. "Dave," he breathed, wanting to say all of that, but not willing to ruin this, or possibly end it all together.
There was confusion in Aaron's eyes. Dave cursed himself when it registered. Maybe he'd given away too much. Maybe there had been too much affection and too little lust in his expression. Maybe... Oh, you idiot, Dave realized belatedly. He's thinking. That's the last thing he needs. He released Aaron's finger and caught Aaron's mouth with his own. "What was it you said?" he murmured when the kiss ended. "Shut up and fuck you?"
Aaron moaned softly into the kiss, his fingers splaying over Dave's chest. "If that's not what you want, Dave..."
"You're what I want, Aaron." Dave murmured. He ran a hand down Aaron's side to rest at his hip. "You're all I've wanted for months." He kissed Aaron again, harder, nipping at his lower lip. "Been dying to fuck you since that first case." Hopefully it didn't sound like a pep talk, but saying the words aloud definitely got Dave more into the spirit of shutting up and fucking. He tugged at Aaron's shirt, wanting him naked.
Aaron moaned at Dave's words when they sent a thrill of desire through him. He shifted to let Dave tug his shirt off. He wrapped his arms around Dave, arching up under him and kissing him hard, sincerely hoping Dave would take the lead here without Aaron having to ask. He didn't think he really had to tell Dave he hadn't done this before. "Yes," he breathed.
That was a great reaction. Dave smiled and held Aaron tightly for a moment, relishing the feel of him in his arms. "You need a good hard fuck," Dave murmured in his ear, his voice husky with desire. He fumbled at Aaron's pants, getting the fly undone and nudging his hips.
Aaron let his eyes flutter shut and shifted to help Dave pull his pants open and whimpering at Dave's words. The breath in his ear sent shivers through him. That was exactly what he needed, to be reminded he was wanted and that this was different from everything he'd had before. His fingers curled into Dave's hair tightly. "Yes," he said again, the word coming out breathless. "Dave."
"I want you naked," Dave murmured, his lips ghosting up Aaron's jaw as he spoke. He tugged Aaron's boxers and pants down together, his gaze greedy as he took in the sight of Aaron Hotchner, naked and wanting. He shifted back to get out of the rest of his own clothes, not looking away.
"God," Aaron breathed at the sight of Dave. Dave naked and obviously aroused. Aaron opened his eyes to speak, but then didn't have a clue what to say and shut his mouth. His breath was shaky, but rather than speak, he drew his hand down Dave's body to his hip, tracing a line down the jut of hip bone there. "Dave," he whispered.
There were two choices. Ask what was wrong, or press forward and see how Aaron reacted. Dave covered Aaron's hand with his, then leaned in to kiss him again. "Shh. Don't talk," he murmured, and reached down to curl his hand around Aaron's cock.
Aaron was enormously thankful for that, and moaned softly against Dave's lips when Dave's hand started to move. He'd tensed slightly, but could feel the touch of Dave's lips and hands uncoiling him again, and he trailed his hand lower, drawing his hand closer to Dave's erection.
"Want you so much," Dave whispered against Aaron's mouth. "I want to be inside you, Aaron." He flicked his thumb across the head of Aaron's cock as he spoke, then resumed stroking. He kissed him hard.
Dave's kiss swallowed Aaron's moan, and Aaron finally reached low enough to grip Dave's cock. And it was strange, but good and Aaron squeezed lightly and then matched Dave's rhythm on him, leaning up into Dave's kiss. "Mmm-hmm," he hummed, and felt his heart rate soar.
That sent a flash of lust through Dave. He made a noise in his throat and shifted, nudging Aaron's legs apart and settling between them. He didn't want to hurt Aaron, but this had to be as mindless as he could make it, getting Aaron swept up in the passion and pleasure and not thinking. "God, you're so fucking hot," he murmured, nibbling along Aaron's jaw.
Aaron let out a breathy laugh. "Ah, mm, you don't have to say that," he managed to murmured, but he shifted into Dave's hand, willing himself to pay more attention to the pleasure he was feeling instead of the way Dave had shifted. He licked his lips and wrapped a leg around one of Dave's. Be careful, he thought, but that sounded idiotic... and part of him wanted it to hurt--just a little. Part of him needed catharsis.
"S'truth," Dave said, and licked Aaron's throat. He hadn't been lying when he said he would behave himself. He hadn't planned this, didn't even have condoms, let alone lubrication. Unprotected sex was dumb, but he had a feeling Aaron had only ever been with Haley, and Dave had always been careful before. Aaron was worth the risk. He lifted his head and kissed Aaron deeply, then turned his head and spit into his hand to slick his fingers. "You're gorgeous." He kissed Aaron again as he stroked his hand down a muscular thigh to his ass. Trying to pay careful attention to Aaron's reactions, despite his own growing passion, Dave pressed a finger lightly to his entrance.
Aaron opened his mouth to tell Dave to shut up again--this time with more warmth in his tone--but the words caught in his throat when Dave spit, knowing exactly what that meant. His breath was short by the time Dave actually reached his entrance, and he had a brief moment where all he could think was what the hell am I doing?! He tried to steady his breath and closed his eyes, pressing his head back against the pillow.
"Relax," Dave murmured, dropping feather-light kisses across Aaron's cheek. "Trust me." He pressed inside, just enough to let Aaron start getting used to the sensation. He felt suddenly like the pace would drive him crazy. He wanted to fuck, but Aaron needed time and preparation.
"I--" Aaron started, and then gasped softly as Dave's finger passed inside him. "Nngh," he managed, not quite getting out the 'I do trust you' he'd meant to say at first, but managing it a moment later. "I... do," he murmured breathlessly. The sting of it wasn't bad, and Aaron threaded his fingers into Dave's hair. "Fuck, Dave..."
Dave breathed a chuckle and turned his head to kiss Aaron's ear. "That's the idea," he murmured, and pressed in a little further.
"Yeah," Aaron found himself agreeing, then turned his head to catch Dave's lips in a kiss that was almost too soft. He moaned softly and pushed down a bit, getting used to the intrusion faster than expected.
Dave explored Aaron's mouth, keeping the kiss gentle, and turned his finger a little, trying to find Aaron's prostate. Pleasure would do more to unlock Aaron's body than all the patience and tenderness. And Aaron had said to shut up and fuck him, after all. God, this was incredible. Dave kept half-expecting the phone to ring and interrupt this.
Aaron sucked in a breath when Dave's finger twisted, and then a shock of lust surged through his body when Dave's finger hit the right spot. He moaned loudly, forgetting the awkwardness of this, the newness, the sting... forgetting everything but the way his body was responding to that touch. "More," he breathed, kissing Dave again with renewed hunger.
God, that was fantastic. Dave laughed softly, more from happiness than amusement. "Eager," he murmured, and stroked his finger against that spot again before sliding out. He spit again, then two fingertips were pressing inside as he watched Aaron's expression.
"Shut-- up--" Aaron managed breathlessly in reply, wishing he could sound playfully irritated, but not managing it at all. He made a strangled noise at the stretch and curled his fingers hard against Dave's hip, whimpering softly.
"It's great," Dave said, and explored Aaron's mouth with his tongue as he worked his fingers inside Aaron. He liked how much Aaron was enjoying this, how he was (understandably) a little anxious, but not shy.
Aaron's breath was ragged; he was enjoying both the pleasure and the pain of this, how new and different it was. He reached down and gripped Dave's cock again. God, Dave was hard. "Want you," he whispered... and it was maybe too soon, but Aaron didn't really care at the moment.
The words sent a surge of pure desire through Dave, and he groaned. They were possibly making a colossal mistake, but he wasn't going to be the one to back down. He'd wanted this too long. "Yes, Aaron," he breathed, and slid his fingers out. More spit, this time to slick his cock, and then he positioned himself, watching Aaron. "It'll be uncomfortable at first," he murmured, brushing his nose along Aaron's cheek.
Aaron closed his eyes, trying to calm himself even as his heart tried to beat out of his chest. He turned his cheek into Dave's, breathing heavily against his jaw and neck. "I don't care," he whispered.
"Remember to breathe," Dave advised, and pressed in slowly, trying to give Aaron time to adjust. He whimpered faintly at the molten pleasure it sent through his body, his breath ragged against Aaron's skin.
Aaron started to hum a response, but then he just sucked in a sharp breath as Dave passed inside him. He clenched his jaw at the burn of it, his fingers curling into Dave's side and his breath coming in short gasps. "Dave," he managed--but this was exactly what he needed, every nerve on fire with some sensation or another, reminding him he could still feel. "Don't stop," he whispered, his voice shaky, and turned to kiss Dave.
"Okay?" Dave breathed when the kiss ended. "I don't want to hurt you." He kissed Aaron again when he nodded. "God," he breathed, and pressed in until they were settled together. He paused then, breathing hard. "Aaron."
Their chests were rising and falling fast against one another, and Aaron clung to Dave. He was somewhere between wonder at the sheer fact he was doing what he was and the intensity of the way it felt, the fullness of another man inside him. Of Dave inside him. "Oh, God," he moaned, still sounding a little weak. "Dave."
"Gorgeous," Dave panted, stroking his fingers across Aaron's cheek. "Aaron." He kissed Aaron hungrily, his mouth demanding, as he rocked his hips in slow, deliberate almost-thrusts. He suspected Aaron didn't want time to get used to it; he wanted to feel.
"Mmph, David," Aaron panted, making a little noise of pleasure-discomfort as Dave moved, but then just deepened their kiss.
Dave let out a moan that was swallowed in Aaron's kiss. He didn't change his rhythm until he felt Aaron's body loosening a little, adjusting to the sensations going through him. Then he began to actually thrust, pulling mostly out before pushing in again, still going slowly.
Aaron could feel the tension--and, with it, the traces of pain left in this--draining out of him as Dave moved, and for a moment it was renewed when Dave started to push in earnest, but Aaron's body was starting to tingle with the pleasure of this more and more. He moaned loudly, pressing his head back against the pillow and shifting down against Dave's thrusts a bit.
"Yes," Dave panted, letting his thrusts gain in speed. He shifted his angle, stroking his hand along Aaron's side to his hip, then sliding between them to curl around his cock. Let yourself enjoy this, he thought, watching Aaron's face eagerly.
"Oh," Aaron moaned, feeling a spike of arousal sweep through his body. He shifted to get his knee up over Dave's hip and let out a little cry at the way that shifted the angle and everything about the way this felt.
God, that was amazing. Dave smiled, thrusting deeper and exulting in the noises Aaron made. He was so sexy, wrapped up in pleasure like this. Dave could feel enjoyment spreading through his own body, building as his rhythm sped up.
"Yes!" Aaron gasped, the new force breaking apart his reserve. He threw his hand up against the headboard when it hit the wall hard the first time, pinning it against the wall to keep it still, and then used the leverage to push down against Dave more, losing himself in the heat and need coursing through him.
Dave let out a low cry at the way Aaron moved against him, his control slipping just a little. He sped his hand on Aaron's cock, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts. He spared a single thought to hope they didn't have neighbors, then got caught up in the way their bodies moved together.
"Nnnngh," was all Aaron could manage, his toes curling, his body arching under Dave in pleasure as Dave's hand forced his breathing to speed even more. It was amazing giving himself over like this, something he'd never done before, never had the opportunity to do... and never would have trusted anyone to do before now. "Dave!" he gasped. "So-- so-- Mmmm..."
"Gorgeous," Dave managed, completing Aaron's sentence for him. He smiled warmly at Aaron, then leaned in for a kiss, flicking his thumb across the head of Aaron's cock as he did. He could feel the desire pooling low in his body, the coiling in his muscles that meant climax was approaching. He wanted to wait Aaron out, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to at this rate.
Aaron gasped when Dave's thumb slicked through the precome at the head of his cock, a surge of need cutting through the haze of sensation thrumming through Aaron's body. He'd almost forgotten himself, overwhelmed by the slide of Dave inside him and the press of their bodies. "Yes," he agreed, breathless.
"Oh, God, Aaron--" Dave managed, his thrusts growing more desperate. It was too much, too good after wanting this for so long. He abandoned himself to the pleasure, straining after his own climax. He was so close. He leaned in for another hot, hungry kiss, then let out a long groan as he came, Aaron's name on his lips.
Aaron swallowed Dave's moan, a burst of excitement going through him at the feel of Dave coming inside him (followed by a brief flash of heat at the realization that he hadn't even thought about a condom). Aaron moaned softly when Dave stilled, liking the feeling of Dave inside him, slick with his release. His fingers stroked down Dave's back. "Dave," he murmured, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, God, God," Dave mumbled, letting his forehead rest against Aaron's neck. He'd stopped stroking Aaron's cock in the throes of orgasm, and when he realized it, he began stroking again, but slower, taking the time to tease and explore with his thumb.
Aaron shivered when Dave's interest in his arousal renewed, and he threaded his fingers into Dave's hair, his focus zeroing in on his own need once all the other new sensation stopped. God he needed to come, and now Dave was slowing down. Not that it wasn't understandable, but still... "Oh," he whispered, his breath catching when Dave's thumb slid across his slit. "Please."
Dave opened his eyes and nuzzled Aaron's neck, kissing and then sucking at the salty skin. "So gorgeous," he murmured, and shifted, then slipped out of Aaron. He pulled away, glanced at Aaron's face for a moment, then moved down, lowering his head to take Aaron's cock in his mouth in one movement. He swirled his tongue around the heated flesh, tasting the precome.
Aaron gasped and immediately fisted his fingers in Dave's hair. "God!" he moaned, shifting into Dave's mouth. The shock of how quickly that happened had Aaron on the edge already, and God, Dave's tongue was wonderful. Haley never-- No. Aaron clamped his eyes shut and tried to catch his breath and push away that thought. "Fuck-- so good," he murmured.
Dave made a noise of acknowledgment, liking that reaction. He sucked enthusiastically, bobbing his head and working his tongue against Aaron's length. For all that he liked women, he'd never particularly enjoyed oral sex with women. Sucking cock came more naturally, and was frankly more enjoyable. Particularly when he could wring noises like that out of a man like Aaron Hotchner. He teased his fingers up Aaron's inner thigh and stroked his balls.
Aaron moaned again and squirmed under Dave, and if he hadn't already been touched, it would have been almost embarrassing how quickly Dave was pushing him towards climax. "God, God, yes," he babbled, his hand on the back of Dave's head, uselessly trying to hold off to enjoy this a little longer.
Pleased, Dave hummed, squeezing lightly at Aaron's balls. It was incredibly hot the way Aaron was coming apart under his ministrations. Dave hummed again, knowing how that would feel against Aaron's cock.
Aaron let out a long, breathy noise when Dave hummed, the feeling of it sweeping through his already tingling body and pushing him close to the edge. "I'm going to come," he warned, straining to hold on just a moment more to let Dave pull away if he wanted.
Dave laughed and sucked harder. The brief, uncharitable thought flashed through his head that Haley must never have done this much, but he pushed it away. He squeezed again gently, glancing up towards Aaron's face.
Aaron made a strangled noise when Dave laughed, his fingers tightening in Dave's hair when it was clear Dave wasn't going to pull away. All the tightness in his body came to a focus and he came hard, pulsing into Dave's mouth with a groan. When he was spent, he collapsed back against the bed, sated and panting softly.
That? was magnificent. Dave swallowed and licked Aaron clean, still breathing hard. Then he slid up along Aaron's body and settled on the mattress next to him, stroking a hand idly over Aaron's heaving chest. He was so beautiful, with his expression that open, his body bare to Dave's gaze.
"God, you need to do that more often," Aaron breathed, feeling like he couldn't move and not opening his eyes.
Dave laughed and kissed Aaron's shoulder. "That's easily arranged," he murmured, resting his head on the pillow next to Aaron's. His gaze fell on his hand, tracing idly through chest hair. This was everything he'd wanted.
"I think-- no, I know that was the best blow job I've ever had," Aaron breathed, and it occured to him he might be babbling while his mind was still a little hazy, but he didn't care.
"Mmm. Thank you." Dave couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He shifted a little closer, looping one leg over Aaron's.
Aaron glanced at Dave, slightly surprised. They'd woken up pressed together comfortably that one morning in Dave's bed, and it had been nice, but this was different. This was real, and happening very fast, Aaron realized. He licked his lips and looped his arm around Dave, pulling him closer anyway and hoping he wasn't going to fuck up this friendship suddenly. "My only complaint is that it didn't last long enough," he teased, his voice hoarse.
"Huh. Maybe next time you'll have more stamina," Dave jibed back. He closed his eyes, feeling utterly content.
Aaron breathed a laugh, letting the playful banter distract him but not really having a reply. He drew a deep, sated breath, and kissed Dave's forehead. He let the silence hang for a few moments, thinking back on the whirlwind events of the last few hours, and then finally whispered, "Thank you."
Dave made a quiet noise. "Completely my pleasure," he said. He took a slow breath, then stifled a yawn. "But if you want to show your thanks in a more tangible way, you could get a washcloth and turn out the lights."
Aaron snorted. "I hope you're not always this demanding after sex," he murmured, realizing that was the second time he'd said in not so many words that he wanted this again. Don't think about that. He tilted Dave's chin up to kiss him, humming softly at the taste of his release on Dave's tongue, then slipped out of the bed to get the washcloth.
"Not always," Dave said, amused. He sprawled on his back, watching Hotch walking naked to the bathroom. "God, you're gorgeous," he murmured before he caught himself.
Aaron glanced over at Dave briefly, not having expected those words, though he really should have, given the compliments Dave had been giving all night. Aaron just shook his head, though, and walked into the bathroom. When he came out with a damp washcloth, he threw it gently at Dave's face and went to hit the light switch and check the door lock.
Sputtering, Dave pulled the washcloth off his face and scowled at it. "I hope this hasn't touched your ass," he muttered, and used it to clean himself up before tossing it in Aaron's general direction. Of course, by that time the lights were out, so he had no idea if he actually hit the mark.
Aaron hid a laugh in the darkness, and then heard the washcloth thud softly against the floor... and he wasn't using anything that had possibly picked up anything off the carpet in this motel when he couldn't see it. He didn't even bother looking for the washcloth and just went back to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned, he slid onto the bed next to Dave and fumbled for his jaw in the dark to kiss him.
"Mmm." Dave wrapped his arms around Aaron and pulled him close as they kissed, glad he'd come back to share the bed.
Somehow in the dark it was easier not to worry about this. Aaron had been tempted to ask if this would change things, but then decided that was ridiculous because there was no way it wouldn't change things. Still in the darkness, in the comfort of Dave's arms, Aaron thought it would be just fine to see what happened as it happened for once. He settled against Dave, looking forward to sleeping in someone else's arms for the first time in far too long.
Part Four-a
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Date: 2008-11-23 05:17 am (UTC)