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geekystudmuffinTitle: A Modicum of Comfort, Part Two
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating:PORN NC-17/FRAO
Summary: On the night of Hotch's divorce, he finds comfort in an unexpected place.
Word count: ~13,000 total (both parts)
A/N: Severity is ebil and made Innerslytherin a H/R shipper. Mwahaha! ;) One shot. Posted for the Bring Back the Porn Challenge @ IJ. :D Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Part One
Hotch and Reid didn't speak on the way to Hotch's place, aside from the murmured directions he gave. Hotch realized his hands were shaking when he almost dropped his keys at the front door, and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There was no reason to be nervous. Reid was just keeping him company.
He led the way into the galley kitchen, wishing suddenly that he'd picked a slightly nicer apartment. "I have bottled water or Coke, but it's warm. Or spiced rum, if you want to keep drinking." He glanced over his shoulder with a lopsided grin.
"Up to you." Reid glanced around. Somehow this wasn't what he expected -- the kitchen, at least, was actually smaller than Reid's -- but after a moment, he decided that maybe Hotch only saw this a temporary home. "We don't have to work tomorrow." At least, they didn't unless they got called in on an unexpected case.
Reid licked his lips. It was a bad idea to drink with Hotch, but he wanted to anyway. It wasn't everyday he got to see Hotch like this, and it was slightly addictive.
Hotch's grin widened. "Rum it is," he said, and got it out of the cabinet by the sink. "Um. I could look for the glasses." He stared hopelessly at the boxes stacked on the counters, then shrugged. "Come on, we can share."
He led the way back out to the living room, where he sprawled on the couch, tugging at his tie to loosen it. He was probably a mess, his hair flopping down into his eyes and his sleeves rolled up, but he hoped Reid wouldn't care.
Reid followed. "You're not sick, are you?" he joked, but his voice went flat at the end at the way Hotch looked. He stared for a moment. He always thought Hotch was rather striking in his appearance, with the black hair and fair skin, the features that were almost too sharp, but beautiful anyway. Seeing him so unbuttoned right now though made Reid's stomach flip, and a jolt of warmth spread through him. He glanced away at the only other place to sit in the living room, a chair that was piled with boxes and books.
He inspected the titles for a moment, and then forced himself to sit next to Hotch. This was torture. He accepted the bottle from Hotch anyway, and took a drink, not bothering to wipe the mouth of it after Hotch had taken a drink himself. Maybe he could drink away the desire to brush Hotch's hair back out of his face.
Hotch smiled. "The last time I was sick was after Jack had strep throat. That was months ago." He took the bottle back when it was offered, sucking in a breath when his fingers brushed Reid's. He glanced over at Reid, then away, his gaze wandering over all the boxes. "Sorry about the mess. I think the BAU is more of a home than this place."
"My apartment is perpetual mess," Reid said, watching Hotch's throat work as he swallowed. "We're gone so much, it hardly matters."
"Yeah..." Hotch shrugged. "I was just in a hurry to get out of the house, to put things behind me and start over. Instead I've sort of buried myself in my work." He pushed his shoes off, starting to feel a little loose. Reid could be a very relaxing person to be around.
Reid took the bottle back and took a long drink. "I did that when I was eighteen." Reid laughed and looked at the bottle. "I did that at twelve, who am I kidding? Escape takes so many different forms."
Hotch shifted so he could look at Reid better. "You had to grow up too fast," he murmured, watching him. Reid could be incredibly beautiful sometimes, when he wasn't working too hard at being a genius.
"In some ways. In others, I never did." Reid shrugged, took another drink, and then handed Hotch the bottle, glancing over at him. He sucked in a breath at the desire in Hotch's eyes. Was that desire? Or was it too much alcohol? Either way, it sent Reid's heart rate up and jolt of want down his spine to his groin. He reached up and brushed Hotch's hair out of his face without thinking, a knot forming in his throat.
Hotch's breath hitched in his chest, his gaze locking with Reid's. There was no way Reid didn't mean that the way Hotch wanted to take it. But this couldn't be a good idea. They worked together--Hotch was Reid's supervisor, for heaven's sake! Hotch's lips parted. "Spencer," he murmured, not looking away.
Reid forced himself to swallow. "You almost never call me that," he pointed out, but his voice was barely above a whisper, and he drew his hand away, licking his lips.
Hotch managed a half-smile. "Reid doesn't sound right when I'm hugging you," he replied, his gaze dropping to watch Reid's tongue dart out again. God, he wanted to lean in and kiss Reid. But he couldn't do that, couldn't make the first move. He was Reid's supervisor. He shouldn't be considering this at all.
"You're not hugging me right now," Reid murmured, and it was true, but something else, something very different, was happening now. Reid wanted Hotch to kiss him. He wanted to have to courage to kiss Hotch. But Hotch was his boss.
Of course, Reid had done far stupider things than this while on duty. He didn't think Hotch would fire him, even if he didn't reciprocate. Though the way Hotch was looking at Reid made Reid think he might. Reid let his hand drop to the couch, but let his fingers brush Hotch's thigh. "You're looking at me like that because you're drunk, aren't you?" he hazarded, trying to figure out if he should proceed, or bail out of this situation right now.
Hotch laughed softly. "Thought you were a genius," he murmured, lifting his hand just enough to cover Reid's hand with his. "That's not why." He held Reid's gaze, willing him to take the next step, even though Hotch had already probably crossed the line into sexual harassment. "Why did you stick around after everyone else left, Spencer?"
"I didn't want you to be alone," Reid murmured, his eyes on Hotch's hand. Hotch had said that it wasn't because he was drunk, and Reid knew, if that was true, that it was only half true. He didn't think Hotch would have allowed this to go this far sober, or even allowed his desire for Reid to show. Of course, if the attraction wasn't created by alcohol, that also meant this wasn't a new feeling either. Reid freed his hand from Hotch's gently and let his fingertips travel up Hotch's arm. "You've thought about this before?"
Hotch swallowed, his throat feeling tight even as his body felt like it was igniting with desire. "More than I should have," he whispered. "But I...there were...I took my vows seriously." He licked his lips again. "You weren't just there because you pitied me?"
Reid breathed a laugh. "There's nothing to pity," he said, his fingers sliding over Hotch's shoulder. He was about to kiss his boss. He felt a little ill, even as his heart raced and his body coursed with want. "You're not just letting me do this because you're lonely and drunk?" he countered, but his eyes were hungry and tracing Hotch's neck and jaw.
"I'm letting you do this because I want you," Hotch breathed. Speaking those words aloud sent a thrill of mixed fear and excitement through him, along with the heady feeling of letting out a secret he'd been holding onto for too long. He took a short breath, watching Reid. "I'm not--not pushing you into anything..." It was almost a question.
Reid felt another frightening and exciting burst of desire bloom inside him when Hotch said he wanted him. He shook his head when Hotch finished, his fingertips finally reaching the bare skin of Hotch's neck and jaw. "Can I... call you Aaron... tonight?" he asked, feeling himself blush.
Hotch smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "I'd like you to," he murmured, shifting closer to Reid.
Reid shifted too, turning so that he was facing the wrong way on the couch next to Hotch, closer to him, his legs curled under himself. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, half-warning and half steeling himself to do it.
Hotch's smile widened. "Spencer," he murmured, his voice affectionate, "get on with it." He leaned in just a little, watching him from under lowered eyelids.
That surprised a laugh out of Reid, and managed to break the tension that was coiling in his chest. Somehow, he had a feeling Hotch knew he needed that. "Fine," Reid said, grinning, and then leaned in, his eyes falling half-closed as he got close, watching Hotch's lips. Their noses brushed. Reid drew in a steadying breath and then pressed his lips to Hotch's, letting one arm loop around the front of Hotch's waist.
The thrill shot through Reid's entire body, and once Reid had made the first move, Hotch pressed in and coaxed Reid's lips open with his tongue. Reid whimpered and closed his fingers in Hotch's shirt.
Hotch lifted one hand to cradle Reid's cheek as they kissed, his fingertips sliding into Reid's hair. He moaned softly, shifting closer. He couldn't help wondering if Reid would come to his senses soon, and he explored Reid's mouth hungrily. If this was his only chance to taste Spencer Reid, he would take advantage of it.
"Mmm," Reid hummed, the noise sounding more thoughtful than he'd meant it. He never thought he would be allowed to do this, and he wondered if this would be the only night. Given their circumstances, he wouldn't be surprised, though that wasn't an appealing idea. He shoved the thought away. "I never thought..." he breathed, but then gave up trying to speak and moved his hand to hook it in Hotch's already loosened tie, kissing him again.
"Since Georgia," Hotch murmured between kisses, answering the unspoken question. "Since we got you back from Hankel." He lifted the other hand, framing Reid's face for a moment, and then let his hands slide down Reid's sides to rest on his hips. He tugged gently, wanting Reid in his lap.
Reid followed the silent invitation and climbed into Hotch's lap, straddling him. He looked into Hotch's eyes for a moment. "Why?"
"Because you're intelligent and handsome and vulnerable," Hotch murmured, sliding his arms around Reid. He leaned in to mouth at his jaw. "Because you gave me that message. Because you hugged me." He kissed Reid's mouth. "Because you're you."
"I knew... I trusted you-- trust you." His fingers were in Hotch's hair, messing the usually uniform locks up more than they already were, and when he returned the kiss, it was hungrier, more demanding than the last. He dropped one hand to Hotch's tie again, and this time he tugged at it lightly, pulling it open.
Hotch groaned, tightening his arms around Reid and shifting under him as they kissed. Reid felt so delicate, yet Hotch knew he was strong, stronger than any of the rest of them in many ways. He tugged at the back of Reid's shirt, sliding his fingers under to the hot skin beneath.
Reid sucked in a breath, the hands on his bare skin sending sparks up his spine, which only heightened his resolve to get Hotch's shirt open faster. He tugged the tie through Hotch's collar and dropped it to the couch, working open the buttons of Hotch's shirt next as they kissed.
"Spencer..." Hotch stroked his hands up Reid's back, alternating kisses with whispered words of encouragement. He wanted Reid's hands on him, wanted to hear Reid say his name. He wanted everything.
Reid kept having little fits of panic every few minutes that he was kissing his boss, touching his boss, tasting his boss, but God he wanted this. He'd wanted it so long. "Aaron," he returned, which felt strange, even as his fingers worked quickly downward. His fingers splayed over Hotch's chest, over Hotch's undershirt, and he pressed himself down against Hotch, his desire evident.
That made Hotch smile and nuzzle Reid's jaw with his nose. "Say it again," he whispered, his lips brushing Reid's skin. "Say my name."
Reid breathed a small, shaky laugh, stroking his hands down Hotch's chest and stomach. "Aaron," he repeated, leaning into the touch of Hotch's lips. "Oh, God, Aaron," he breathed, lifting his hands to tug at Hotch's collar, waiting for him to lean forward enough to let Reid get his shirt off.
Hotch laughed, shifting forward while Reid tugged at his shirt. Not only was this exciting, but it was a relief to admit openly how much he wanted Reid, and to learn Reid wanted him, too. And was, apparently, quite impatient about it. When the shirt was off and he could see again, he leaned up to kiss Reid again, deepening it and slowing them down a little.
Reid's fingers curled in the bottom of Hotch's undershirt as they kissed, but the patient swipes of Hotch's tongue soothed Reid's excitement. He melted against Hotch, and only then realized that he was pulling all of Hotch's clothes off and Hotch hadn't started to undress Reid at all. A flash of heat ran through him, and he wondered if he should be embarrassed. "What?" he breathed when they finally broke their kiss, hating the sudden uncertainty in his voice.
Hotch pulled back enough to smile at Reid, lifting a hand to curl behind his neck. "This isn't a race, Spencer," he murmured, and kissed Reid again heatedly. When the kiss ended, he began unbuttoning Reid's shirt, and for all that he'd just effectively told Reid to slow down, he found himself impatient to see Reid's body.
Reid closed his eyes, his breathing tight as he played with the bottom of Hotch's undershirt, feeling Hotch's hands move slowly down his body. Too slowly. This was intimate, going slow, and if this was just tonight...
Reid bit his lip a moment. "This is more frightening if we slow down," he admitted.
"Why?" Hotch asked, his voice soft. He understood, he thought he knew why Reid said that, but he wanted Reid to say it aloud. He tugged Reid's tie off and undid the last button of his shirt. He slid his hands inside but didn't push Reid's shirt off yet, watching his face and waiting for his answer.
Reid sucked in a breath, the feeling of Hotch's hands against his bare skin sending a shiver he couldn't repress through him. He didn't open his eyes. "You're my boss. You're newly divorced. And you're drunk." He cleared his throat and opened his eyes, watching Hotch's hands on him. "And this... is... I'm able to think about that more when we slow down." He slid his hand over Hotch's, slipping his fingers between Hotch's over his stomach and hoping he wouldn't pull away.
Hotch leaned up for another kiss. "Spencer, if I thought you were doing this impulsively...that you'll regret this tomorrow..." He searched Reid's gaze with his own, suddenly afraid that this had just been a spur of the moment decision for the younger man. God, he was more than a decade younger! A jolt of fear suddenly pierced Hotch's excitement momentarily. Was he crazy?
Reid looked up and met Hotch's gaze finally. "Are you going to regret it tomorrow? Or pretend it didn't happen? I trust you, but people under stress can sometimes act uncharacteristically. I don't want to take advantage of what might be a weak moment for you, and I... I..." He swallowed. "I can't let you hurt me. I'd never let it go."
Hotch stroked his thumb back and forth along Reid's collarbone, his heart giving an odd jump. This might mean more to Reid than he'd realized. Don't be stupid, Aaron, said a voice in the back of his mind. You know Reid takes things more to heart than other people. "I can't promise you anything, except this," he said quietly, holding Reid's gaze. "I have always respected you, and I will always respect you. Tonight notwithstanding, I consider you a very good friend. I hope I would never hurt you."
Reid pursed his lips and looked down, nodding slowly. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, especially not the friend part, but it was honest, and Reid knew he'd wanted this far longer than Hotch had anyway. He couldn't expect more from Hotch, it would have been unrealistic.
After a moment, he leaned in and kissed Hotch again, slowly. Just tonight.
Hotch lifted a hand to stroke over Reid's hair, matching the tone of those kisses. "Spencer," he murmured after a minute, "is that enough for you?" He kissed Reid again briefly to keep him from answering right away. "I'm not ruling out...more. But I...don't want to make promises I might not be able to keep." Another kiss. "I've wanted this--wanted you--for a long time. But we all know it can be hard to predict emotions."
Reid swallowed, not sure how to answer if it was enough, and focused on the feeling of Hotch's lips. The expressions of want and caution were muddled too, inspiring both more desire and more trepidation in Reid at the same time. "I know," he whispered finally, and kissed Hotch again. He couldn't do this slowly; it was too confusing. He curled his fingers in Hotch's undershirt and tugged up. "So stop talking and take me to bed."
Those words sent a jolt of pure lust through Hotch, shocking him. It was wonderful. He let Reid get his undershirt off, then leaned in and kissed him hard. "God, Spencer," he murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around the slender body. "When did you get so good at giving orders?"
Reid laughed softly, breathlessly, threading his fingers into Hotch's hair and curling them there. "I learned from the best."
Hotch laughed, too. "Gideon?" he teased, and kissed Reid again. He splayed his hands across Reid's chest, his gaze turning hungry. Take me to bed, Reid had said. Hotch could follow orders. He pushed Reid gently to get him to stand, then stood up too.
Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch's shoulders, ignoring the tiny pang he still felt at just the mention of Gideon's name and kissing Hotch hard. "Tell me you have a bed."
"I have a bed," Hotch murmured. "Sort of. It's self-inflating." He couldn't keep a straight face, though, and at Reid's expression of dismay he laughed again. "All right, I have a bed." He stroked his hands down Reid's sides, then around to cup Reid's ass, urging him closer.
Reid breathed a laugh, feeling a rush of warmth that was even stronger than the one he usually felt when Hotch let him in on his sense of humor. The laugh was cut off by a tiny gasp, though, Hotch's hands surprising him. He hummed, pleased, and pressed closer, shifting his erection against Hotch as he did.
"Mmm, what was it you said, take you to bed?" Hotch murmured, his voice going a little funny at the pleasure Reid's closeness sent through him. "C'mere." He lifted, wanting those long legs wrapped around his waist.
It took Reid a moment to understand, and once he did, he hesitated a brief moment before helping Hotch lift him, his arms going tighter around Hotch's shoulders and his ankles locking behind Hotch's back. It was strange, but nice. Reid smiled and kissed Hotch again, hoping Hotch had sobered enough to do this without them both falling down.
"Spencer," Hotch murmured against Reid's lips. "Come to bed." Smiling, he headed for the bedroom, steering around boxes on the way.
When they reached the bed, he dumped Reid unceremoniously, but didn't give him time to complain before climbing onto the bed over him. One hungry kiss led into another as Hotch's hands stroked over the skin of Reid's torso.
Reid moaned, still recovering from the shock of being dropped and then touched like this. "Aaron," he said, his voice suddenly needy. He leaned up enough to kiss along Hotch's jaw, loving the rasp of stubble that ran along it, as his fingers trailed down, hooking into Hotch's pants.
"Mmm." Hotch caught Reid's mouth with his own, then pressed kisses down his throat to his collarbone. He loved the way Reid said his name, the pure emotion in his voice.
Reid pressed up into the kisses, his fingers fumbling with Hotch's belt buckle and unbuttoning the top button of his pants. His breath was ragged, and he hummed in pleasure, then slid his hands inside Hotch's pants, around the back to grip Hotch's ass. "Hotch," he whispered, the name he was used to slipping as he pulled Hotch down against him.
Hotch gasped at the intimate touch, pleased at Reid's boldness. "Aaron," he corrected, but he nibbled gently at Reid's throat, one hand skating up to brush across a nipple. He liked his nickname, but it was for work. This was different. Reid deserved intimacy.
"Mmm, sorry," Reid said, but his voice was hollow, his focus on the scrape of Hotch's teeth against his skin. He wanted to taste all of Hotch, but this felt too good to roll them over, so he settled for stroking one hand up Hotch's spine, the other squeezing and shifting them against one another again. "I want you," he whispered.
"Mm, Spencer," Hotch managed, rolling his hips down against Reid's. "Yes, God, this..." He pulled back enough to smile at Reid. "I never imagined I could have this." He kissed Reid's chest, then lowered his mouth to lick tentatively at Reid's nipple.
Reid gasped and squirmed a little, the heat of Hotch's tongue against such sensitive skin sending a surge of lust through him. "Neither did I," he breathed, the hand on Hotch's back slipping into Hotch's hair.
"Spencer," Hotch murmured. He was almost afraid to go on. He sucked lightly, then lifted his head. "Have...have you...ever..."
Reid let out a small noise, somewhere between want and apprehension. "Um." He leaned up and kissed Hotch again. "Does it matter?" he whispered.
"Well...you might know more than I do," Hotch admitted, giving him a lopsided smile. "I...well, I've only ever been with one man before you." College, and the experimentation that had come with distance from Haley, seemed like a long time ago.
Reid's eyebrows went up a bit. "Been with?"
Incredibly, Hotch felt his cheeks heating. He glanced away. "It...wasn't exactly just sex, but..." He sighed. "Look, Haley was my high school sweetheart. But there was a year where we were...mostly not together." He sighed and kissed Reid. He didn't really know how to explain Matthew. "It wasn't exactly sex, for that matter. But..." He shrugged.
Reid looked at Hotch thoughtfully, knowing this shouldn't be a surprise, given the situation they were currently in and Hotch's initial lack of apprehension about it. Still, it was hard to imagine that Hotch had ever been with another man, when Reid paused to actually think about it. "I don't care," he murmured finally. He wrapped a leg around Hotch's. "I want you to have me."
Hotch's brows drew down as he noted Reid's lack of an answer. Was Reid a virgin? Hotch kissed him again. "Spencer," he whispered, brushing his lips along Reid's jaw. "I've never done that."
Reid swallowed. "I trust you," he said, but then worry -- and, yes, there was embarrassment at the sudden realization that Hotch might not want what he just suggested too -- settled in the pit of his stomach. "You don't want to?" He tried not to sound disappointed. He wasn't sure it worked.
"That isn't what I said," Hotch murmured, kissing Reid's cheek and rubbing his nose lightly against his skin. "I just want you to know I only have, mmm, theoretical knowledge." He kissed Reid's mouth, trying to reassure him.
Reid nodded slowly, and kissed Hotch again. They were both thinking about this again. "I've... yeah," he said. He shifted under Hotch. "That's okay." He paused, and then gave Hotch a speculative look, licking his lips. "Can we stop talking about it now?"
Hotch laughed faintly and kissed Reid again. "Okay." He trailed a hand down Reid's stomach to unbutton his pants, the task going slowly because he couldn't seem to stop kissing Reid. God, this was addictive.
Reid made a noise that was part relief and part desire as Hotch's hands slipped between them. Reid reached down as well, fumbling around Hotch's hand to pull open Hotch's zipper as they kissed. It suddenly hit him that he was about to lose his virginity (technically - he'd done other things, but not this) to Hotch. His boss. "Oh, God," he breathed, hardly believing it, and slipped his hands around to shove at Hotch's pants.
Reid was obviously getting impatient again. Hotch laughed again, but he couldn't complain. It was gratifying to be wanted like this. "No, Aaron," he teased, and tugged at Reid's pants, too.
"Mmn," Reid hummed, shifting so that Hotch could divest them both of the remainder of their clothes. Reid pulled off his shirt entirely when Hotch sat up to tug their pants off. Reid licked his lips, his eyes traveling Hotch's body, fully exposed to him, and reached out to stroke a hand down Hotch's torso. His fingertips trailed down until they curled around Hotch's erection, and he leaned in to lick at Hotch's collarbone, giving Hotch a light squeeze.
A jolt of arousal went through Hotch, as well as another shock of realization--I'm going to have sex with Spencer Reid. He groaned and tugged gently at Reid's hair so Reid would lift his head. Kissing him hungrily, Hotch pressed him back into the mattress, stretching out so his body covered Reid's.
Reid hummed a pleased noise, the length of Hotch's naked body pressing against him sending a new wave of need through him. It had been a long time since Reid had been with anyone, long enough that this almost felt brand new again. "Ho-- mm, Aaron," he murmured, sliding his legs along the back of Hotch's as his hands fisted themselves in Hotch's hair.
"God, Spencer, you're gorgeous," Hotch breathed, rolling his hips against Reid's. He kissed a trail along Reid's jaw and closed his lips on Reid's earlobe. He didn't want to stop touching Reid, stroking his hands over his skin. He couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Reid laughed softly, but it sounded strange, the feel of Hotch's mouth on him causing his breath to hitch. "I can't believe you're saying that to me," he murmured, his fingers curling against Hotch's back, scratching lightly. "Sexy," he whispered.
Hotch hummed and pressed against Reid again. "I was so afraid to let myself want you," he murmured, and traced the shell of Reid's ear with his tongue. "I'm old, I was married, you're so brilliant and enthusiastic and..." He trailed off and kissed Reid again demandingly.
"You're not old," Reid said, his voice wavering with need. "You're strong and sexy, and I respect you," he murmured, and shifted against Hotch, a whimper escaping his lips. "Please..."
"Oh, Spencer," Hotch breathed, sliding his hand down to curl around Reid's cock. "And here I was expecting to be miserable tonight." He stroked lightly, mouthing hungrily at Reid's jaw.
Reid started to laugh again. "Surprise," he said lightly, but thrust into Hotch's hand with a gasp anyway.
Hotch laughed too, and nibbled gently at Reid's skin. He tightened his hand and stroked more firmly.
"Hotch," Reid moaned, his tone going whimpery and needy the more Hotch touched and teased him. "Fuck me," he pleaded, and then a jolt of nerves hit him, first at the idea of doing this for the first time, then at the sudden realization that a newly divorced man might not exactly be prepared for this evening. "Oh God, do you even have condoms? Lube?"
Hotch was shocked at the thrill of pure lust Reid's swearing sent through him. He was so caught up in it that Reid's question nearly escaped his notice. Then he lifted his head to look at Reid in dismay. "Damn. I...There might be condoms, um, somewhere." He hadn't exactly needed any in a long time. He hadn't felt the need to take advantage of the freedom he'd had since finding out about Haley's infidelity.
Reid let out a breath, and pressed his head back against the mattress. "Somewhere," he repeated. "Aaron," he breathed, twisting his fingers in Hotch's hair, but refusing to move against him otherwise. God, he hoped this build up wasn't for nothing.
"I haven't exactly needed them," Hotch said lamely. He swallowed hard, wondering if Reid would be disappointed with just oral sex. He wondered if the lack of condoms could be an excuse to do this again properly. He looked anxiously down at Reid.
Reid could feel Hotch looking at him, so he forced himself to open his eyes and look up. He swallowed hard and tried to fight the rising disappointment, which was impossible. This, with Hotch, might only be for tonight -- in fact he kept telling himself that, just so it wouldn't hurt as much if it turned out to be the truth. Reid was, quite truthfully, getting a little sick of his virginity, and if this was only tonight, he had no idea when the next time he might have an opportunity might come again to share a bed with someone he trusted enough to go all the way with. He licked his lips, his brows drawing together a bit. "What now?"
Hotch hesitated. The disappointment in Reid's gaze made his chest ache. He lifted a hand to brush his thumb against Reid's cheek. "I..." God, this was a bad idea. "After I found out about Haley's..." Boyfriend wouldn't come out of his mouth. He licked his lips. "I got tested. Just to make sure..." He couldn't believe he was suggesting they have unprotected sex. He wasn't suggesting it. But he would let Reid suggest it, if he wanted. If Reid really was a virgin... Hotch cleared his throat. "You could..."
Reid held Hotch's gaze, his own uncertain, trying to wrap his head around what was being suggested, trying to think rationally, in spite of the overwhelming desire to be with Hotch that wanted to tell him nothing else mattered. When Hotch finished, Reid's eyebrows went up and his eyes widened. "I could...? I-- no. I don't-- I don't really... know how." His cheeks went ridiculously hot.
"You have to learn sometime," Hotch said, hoping he didn't look uncertain. He liked the idea of teaching Reid about this--or learning together, which would be more truthful. "I trust you, Spencer. It would be good."
"Mmm," Reid hummed, sounding less certain by the moment. He licked his lips. "You've done this before," he murmured, not quite looking at Hotch, but rather looking at his thin lips and sharp jaw. While Hotch hadn't done this with a man, Reid knew he had experience being on the giving end of sex, at least.
Hotch's heart was thudding almost painfully. This felt like a negotiation. "Do you want me to go look for the condoms?"
"Yes," Reid said, gazing back at Hotch and hoping Hotch wasn't going to get frustrated and just end this now. "I'm sorry," Reid added quickly, and leaned up to kiss Hotch again.
"Don't apologize," Hotch murmured. He kissed Reid slowly, then pulled away, trying to smile and hide his frustration. It wasn't Reid's fault, after all; it was Hotch's fault more than anything, though to be fair he hadn't exactly expected to be having sex any time soon. "Don't move," he ordered, and climbed off the bed to start digging, still naked, through the box he thought most likely to have a six-month-old package of condoms in it. Somewhere. Maybe.
God, if he didn't have any condoms, he was going to scream.
"Where would I go like this?" Reid asked, trying for a light tone. His lips pulled into a thin line when Hotch moved away. He could see Hotch's frustration now, even if Hotch was trying to hide it.
The view of Hotch while he dug though the box was nice, though. Reid let his eyes wander, and tried not to worry too much.
"Um, how long ago were you tested?" he asked.
Hotch sighed and dumped a first aid kit and a spare Ace bandage on the floor. "Seven months ago, the first time. And last month." His lips thinned for a moment as a fresh burn of anger went through him; he thought he'd got past that. "You have to be tested six months apart for HIV." He glanced over at Reid and the anger melted again. It was actually a relief to talk about this to someone. To Reid. "I'm clean."
Reid swallowed when Hotch turned around, knowing this couldn't be an easy topic. Not only that, Reid was naked, just laying there, and Hotch was looking at him. Reid squirmed and looked away. "You haven't been with Ha-- um... Haley since... when?"
Hotch looked away and sighed. "Longer than that," he muttered, and went back to the box. He had hoped they could try to repair their marriage, had tried candlelight dinners and even suggested counseling...but it had quickly become obvious that the only thing Haley was interested in was a quick, painless divorce.
Reid bit his lip, his brows drawing together. He watched Hotch dig for a bit longer, his heart sinking a little. "Hotch," he whispered, and waited for Hotch to turn around and look at him again. "Come back to bed," he said, his voice quiet, soothing.
Hotch's eyebrows drew together. "Spencer, I want this," he said quietly. "There's another box in the bathroom I can look through." I'm tired of disappointing people. Including myself.
Reid gave Hotch a faint smile. "How likely are you, honestly, to find condoms, Hotch?" Reid was pretty sure they both knew the answer to that.
Hotch sighed. "Not very likely," he admitted, going back to the bed and dropping down to sit on the edge. "I guess I should have asked Morgan for dating hints," he said. He didn't quite manage the joking tone he was trying for.
Reid smiled, and reached over to hook his hand around Hotch's elbow, tugging him back gently, wanting Hotch next to him. "If you took dating advice from Morgan, I wouldn't still want to do this," he murmured.
Trying not to feel discouraged, Hotch slid his arm around Reid's waist and kissed him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, fitting his body against Reid's. "Next time I get divorced, I'll plan ahead to be seduced by a beautiful young coworker."
Reid laughed and kissed Hotch. "Wait. I seduced you?"
Hotch was smiling when he pulled away. "I'm pretty sure that's what happened, yes." At least Reid hadn't argued with him about the 'beautiful young' part. He kissed Reid again. It was actually nice just to be making out with someone after so long.
"Mmm, how did I miss that?" Reid asked, amused, and then bit at Hotch's lip lightly. He stroked his hands down Hotch's back.
Hotch groaned, pressing against Reid. "I don't know, it was pretty obvious," he managed after a moment. "Hugging me, saying I didn't have to be alone...looking like that..." He shivered at the feel of Reid's hands on his skin.
"Like I always look," Reid murmured, his kisses growing firmer, though not lessening in tenderness. "And I would have offered that to you even if I didn't want this." His fingers curled against Hotch's skin, and he leaned against Hotch, momentarily taking control of the kiss and pressing Hotch back just a bit, but not completely back against the mattress. "You deserved so much better than what you got," he whispered, and kissed Hotch again before he could respond.
Hotch melted into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. He wanted to believe that, wanted to think he hadn't earned this treatment by putting his job ahead of his family.
That was nice, the way Hotch's body went loose under Reid's. It was as much as Reid could have hoped for, that release and a lack of argument. Reid's thumbs traced Hotch's hip, and he ducked his head to lick at Hotch's Adam's apple. "Aaron, I want you."
Moaning faintly, Hotch buried a hand in Reid's hair. "Please," he whispered, wanting to not think. Wanting Reid.
That word sent a wave of panic through Reid, because Hotch apparently thought they'd both decided Reid was going to top, and that really wasn't what Reid had been thinking. He trusted Hotch when Hotch had told him how long it had been since he'd been with anyone, and that he'd been tested. "I--" he started, but then he wondered if maybe that was what Hotch needed. "I told you..." he murmured, carefully neither agreeing or disagreeing to what Hotch seemed to have assumed.
Hotch opened his eyes and tugged at Reid's hair to get him to look up. "Tell me how to make you happy, Spencer. Tell me what you want." If Reid told him, maybe he could get it right.
Reid licked his lips, looking at Hotch. "I want you," he said simply, partly because it was the easiest answer, but also because once Hotch had melted in his arms a few moments ago, Reid wondered just how much Hotch needed to hear things like that after living with a wife who downplayed the the good in him for so long, a wife who took him for granted and didn't understand his passion. "I want you," he repeated, more firmly. Even if Haley didn't know what she was giving up.
God, that was such an amazing thing to hear. Hotch kissed Reid hungrily, hoping it wasn't obvious how desperate he suddenly felt. "Anything you want," he whispered against Reid's lips. It was a dangerous sort of thing to say, but just now he wanted to give to Reid.
"I want you inside of me," Reid gasped, pleasantly surprised by the reaction his words had gotten and feeling like he'd just figured out some great secret about Aaron Hotchner, one that was only his to know.
Hotch groaned and rolled on top of Reid, kissing him again. "Spencer. Didn't find the condoms." He wanted to make sure what Reid was saying. He wanted Reid. There would be no more arguments from Hotch.
Reid hummed happily, liking the weight of Hotch on top of him. "Yeah, I was right here in the room when that happened," he murmured, smiling faintly. He shifted so that Hotch could settle between his legs and tried to ignore the flutter of anxiety in his chest. "You said you're clean. I trust you with my life." He didn't mean just now, either. He trusted Hotch always.
"Oh, God," Hotch breathed, and kissed Reid hard, cradling his head tenderly. It seemed incredible that Reid could want him this much. "You're...mm, Spencer," he whispered between kisses. He stroked an urgent hand down Reid's side. At least he knew he had lube. He reached over to yank open the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling inside.
"I am," Reid breathed. This was actually happening. Reid couldn't catch his breath all of a sudden, but he pulled Hotch down for another kiss, reaching between them to curl his fingers around both their cocks... which didn't seem to help Hotch's focus any in finding the lube. "Hotch. Aaron," he panted.
Hotch groaned, his kisses turning more frantic, more demanding. He couldn't think, just searched blindly for the lube. He flailed in surprise when Reid began stroking him, ignoring something that crashed off the top of the nightstand.
Reid laughed softly. "Sorry, sorry," he murmured, and let go of them, lifting a hand to stroke his fingers down Hotch's cheek and let him look properly.
"Don't apologize," Hotch murmured, grinning at Reid for a moment before lifting his head and leaning over. He let out a noise of triumph when his hand closed around the jar a moment later. Looking hungrily at Reid, he leaned down for another kiss.
Reid hummed, sliding his hands down and squeezing Hotch's ass. He pulled them together and thrust up against Hotch. "You don't... you don't have to worry about hurting me," he whispered, feeling his cheeks got hot and hoping Hotch wouldn't pull back enough to see.
"I don't want to hurt you," Hotch murmured breathlessly. He suspected Reid was trying to tell him he'd experimented a little, but on the off chance Reid was saying he liked pain...well, Hotch wasn't going down that road. He kissed Reid tenderly. "But I do want to fuck you," he whispered.
"Oh God," Reid breathed, the shock of those words hitting him hard, and the embarrassment over admitting, for all intents and purposes, that he knew how to take Hotch, that he'd taught himself that much about sex personally, fled him. He wanted Hotch to fuck him now. "You won't hurt me," he whispered urgently. "Fuck me."
Hotch slicked his fingers and reached between them, sliding one finger down to tease at Reid's entrance. "Do you know how sexy it is when you say 'fuck'?" he murmured, his lips brushing Reid's.
Reid tried to answer, but he just managed a breathy moan, the cool slickness against his entrance was wonderful and so different when someone else was doing it. He panted, trying to respond. "I-- Mmm. Yes. I mean-- It's not fair asking questions when you're doing this," he breathed.
Hotch laughed and lowered his head to suck on Reid's throat. "Sexy," he murmured, pressing one finger carefully inside.
Reid let out a long, high noise, and shifted down, feeling Hotch's finger sink deeper inside him. God, he was so ready for this, but his chest was still tight. This was it. It was Hotch. "Yes," he moaned.
That reaction sent a thrill through Hotch, who turned his finger a little, testing Reid's reaction. He didn't want to hurt him, but he didn't have the patience to take this too slowly. He wanted--now--and he thought Reid did, too.
"Oh!" Reid gasped, the twist of Hotch's fingers teasing, hinting at the real thing. Not only did he want Hotch, but Reid had a feeling once Hotch was inside him, the growing pressure in his chest would let off, too. "Hotch, just-- please. Please."
"Are you sure?" Hotch panted, even as he slid his fingers out and began slicking his cock. God, it still seemed unreal that this was happening. He nipped breathlessly at Reid's jaw.
Reid breathed something that might have been a laugh and pulled Hotch up to kiss him, slowly, in spite of the racing of his heart, pounding in his chest and ears. "Do I usually beg like that?" He kissed Hotch again, cupping his face in his hands. "Oh, God, Hotch."
"Mmm," Hotch managed, registering nerves as well as desire in Reid's voice. He stroked his tongue against Reid's, reassuring, wanting to promise things, even though he knew he had no promises to give right now. It'll be all right, he thought at Reid. I'll be careful with you. He thought speaking the words aloud would only embarrass Reid, though, so he just pulled away slowly, brushing his lips along Reid's jaw. "You're so wonderful, Spencer," he breathed. "I want you."
Reid whimpered, trying to relax, because Hotch had obviously noticed. He'd slowed down. Reid was grateful for it this time. "Thank you," he whispered. "I want you too."
Hotch smiled faintly. "You're welcome." Reid obviously had no idea what he did to Hotch's emotions. Unless this innocent vulnerability with an edge of wanton sexiness was planned. Hotch didn't think it could be. He kissed Reid again, letting his fingers circle Reid's entrance once before sliding just inside. He was trying to skate the line between going slow enough and not going too slow.
Reid whimpered again. "Hotch, I want your-- you. Stop... stalling."
Hotch laughed. "I'm not stalling, Spencer," he said, and kissed Reid hard. Then he shifted between Reid's legs and positioned himself, letting the tip of his cock nudge at Reid's opening.
It took Reid a moment to realize that he'd slipped back to last names when Hotch emphasized his first, but he didn't have a moment to amend. He made a needy noise and pressed down against Hotch, not enough for Hotch to slip inside him, but enough to let Hotch know he was ready. "Do it, then," he breathed, a tiny amount of challenge lacing his voice, though he looked up and locked eyes with Hotch, wanting that connection when Hotch sank inside.
Those words brought a smile to Hotch's face, and he sucked in a quick breath, then pressed forward, keep his gaze on Reid's as pleasure surged through him.
Reid's breath went ragged, and he watched Hotch for as long as he could manage, but his eyes fluttered shut after just a moment. He arched against Hotch, and hooked a leg around Hotch's hip, trying to steady his breathing. This was amazing, and unbelievable, and Hotch. "Nnnnn," he managed, his hands sliding across Hotch's skin until Reid was clinging to Hotch's shoulders.
"Ohh." Hotch sank into Reid, thrilled at how well they fit together, at the way Reid clung to him. Panting with the strength of his desire, Hotch pressed his face against Reid's cheek and closed his eyes, forcing himself to be still except for his breathing. "Beautiful," he gasped.
Reid thought this was beautiful, this feeling, being joined to Hotch like this. "Yeah," he breathed, his voice far off through the haze that had quickly entered his mind. "Aaron. Need you."
Hotch's breath hitched and he turned his head to kiss Reid again. "Yes." He rolled his hips, giving Reid time to adjust to the movement, if he needed it. It sent pleasure shooting through his own body, making him gasp and thrust again automatically.
Reid gave a little cry at the sudden second push of Hotch's cock, but it set his body on fire. "Yes," he said, more enthusiastically, and curled his fingers tighter against Hotch's skin.
Moaning, Hotch thrust again, shifting enough so he could watch Reid's face. Sharing this with him was wonderful, a pleasure Hotch had never even dared to imagine. Hotch found himself smiling faintly at Reid as he settled into a slow rhythm. He slid one hand between them, curling it around Reid's cock.
Reid groaned and licked his lips, giving himself over to the feeling of Hotch inside him and the way Hotch was touching him. He'd wanted this so long, it was almost impossible to believe it was happening, and when Reid opened his eyes to find Hotch smiling at him a rush of heat flew through Reid. "Aaron," he murmured, touching Hotch's cheek.
Hotch was in danger of melting at the way Reid said his name. His smile strengthened as they looked at each other, both of them completely wrapped up in the slide of their bodies. He'd forgotten how perfect it could be, making love to someone who was so totally present. He turned his head slightly to kiss Reid's fingers, his gaze not leaving Reid's.
A smile bloomed on Reid's face at that, and he traced the pads of his fingers over Hotch's lower lip. This was getting dangerous, but it was too wonderful to stop. This was exactly what Reid needed, and he had the feeling it was what Hotch needed to. "Aaron," he repeated. Everything else he wanted to say about how perfect this was stuck on his tongue, so Reid hoped Hotch could read it in his eyes.
Hotch leaned in, kissing Reid softly, glad for the happiness in Reid's expression. The shift in position sent pleasure shooting through him, and he moaned into the kiss. This was wonderful, perfect.
Reid gasped and shifted down to meet Hotch's thrust. Their eye contact was broken by the kiss, which was both welcome and not. Reid hadn't wanted to look away, but it allowed him to focus on something other than the swelling feeling in his chest, the tight, too warm sensation spreading through him that was far more than physical. He draped his other leg over Hotch, and canted his hips up to match Hotch's movements. "Yes."
Hotch moaned again, his thrusts picking up speed and force as Reid moved with him. "Perfect," Hotch breathed, pressing kisses along Reid's jaw.
"Yes!" Reid gasped, and this time it sounded as much in agreement of what Hotch had said, what Reid had been too afraid to say, as it did in pleasure. For all his experimentation alone, Reid hadn't thought being with another person could feel this good, but the weight of Hotch against him and the knowledge that another person wanted him like this was exhilarating.
Panting, Hotch stroked Reid's cock faster, licking hungrily at his jaw. He hoped Reid understood how beautiful this was, how much Hotch was enjoying this. He whispered Reid's name, nuzzling his ear, unable to fill his craving for touch. His body was alight with pleasure, desire pooling heavy in his stomach and urging him to thrust deep inside Reid.
Each demanding push of Hotch inside Reid sent a thrill through Reid's body and pushed a moan through his lips. He couldn't control his breath or the wanton noises Hotch was driving out of him, and when he finally lost rhythm with Hotch, when Hotch's thrusts became too hard and fast for Reid to meet each one, he curled his fingers in Hotch's hair, relaxed, and just let Hotch take.
"Perfect, wonderful," Hotch gasped, his lips against Reid's cheek. "Beautiful, Spencer!" He was getting close, his muscles tensing, his hips moving with no conscious direction, his entire body seeking completion in Reid's body. He could tell how much Reid was enjoying this, and those noises were sending fresh thrills through him. Finally he cried out, going still as he came inside Reid.
"God," Reid breathed, his mind pleasantly foggy and his body still humming with pleasure and need, the words Hotch had spoken ringing in his ears. When he'd imagined his first time, he hadn't imagined that either, and he suddenly felt full of emotion that he didn't know what to do with. He traced his fingers down the back of Hotch's neck and then pulled Hotch into a kiss, a hard, grateful kiss, momentarily forgetting his own need.
Hotch met Reid's passion almost lazily, still feeling the effects of his climax, but he remembered to begin stroking Reid's cock again as their tongues twined together. He wanted to make this wonderful for Reid. He wanted...he was afraid of what he wanted.
Reid moaned into their kiss, not quite ready to break it yet, but the force of it slipped away when Hotch's hand started moving again. "Hotch," he moaned, the name drawn out and laced with need. "Could you..." He panted, trying to force himself to ask for what he wanted. "Would you... suck me?"
Without answering, Hotch shifted to slide out of Reid, moving down to replace his hand with his mouth. This he had done before, even if it was twenty years ago. He nuzzled the base of Reid's cock, then ghosted his lips along the length of his shaft. "Gorgeous," he breathed, and closed his lips over the head.
Reid moaned and sifted his fingers through Hotch's hair. "You have got to stop saying things like that," he murmured, but he couldn't find it in him to sound very serious about it at all, not with Hotch's lips around him.
Hotch hummed in amusement and slid a hand down to cradle Reid's balls, massaging lightly. He sucked lightly, working his tongue against Reid's cock. He wanted to make Reid believe just how desirable he was.
"I mean it," Reid managed, but he sounded even less convincing this time, as Hotch's little hum against him caused a gasp that cut the statement off abruptly. "Ohh, Aaron, please."
Hotch glanced up at him and pulled back just enough to flick his tongue across the head, then took him deeper and hummed again. It occurred to him for the second time to hope that his wouldn't be the only time they did this. He squeezed Reid's balls gently, breathing hard through his nose.
Reid's body was already singing with pleasure, but the way Hotch's tongue moved against him had him squirming, gasping with each little flick and swipe. God, it might have been some time for Hotch, but he certainly had a good memory when it came to knowing exactly how to make another man feel good. Reid knew he wasn't going to last long. His fingers went tighter in Hotch's hair and he lifted his head to watch Hotch. Hotch. With his lips stretching around Reid's cock. It was like a fantasy come true. "God, you're good at this," he blurted, his gaze lusty.
Hotch narrowed his eyes in amusement and bobbed his head, sucking harder. He loved the expression on Reid's face, the way he was watching Hotch. He rolled Reid's balls on his palm, sliding his other hand up Reid's stomach to splay across the skin.
Reid let out a strangled noise and closed his eyes, letting his head drop back as Hotch's mouth demanded more. All the tension in his body was starting coil low, near the base of his spine, and Reid dropped his hand from Hotch's hair to clutch the hand Hotch had pressed to his skin, lacing his fingers through Hotch's and squeezing as he felt his body hurtle towards climax. "I'm going to come," he warned breathlessly.
Hotch knew he would choke, but it only fair to let Reid come in his mouth, considering that he hadn't had a condom. He groaned around Reid's cock, pulling back. He couldn't do it. He'd never been very good at that, anyway, and he really didn't want to end up looking stupid in front of Reid. He shifted back and began stroking Reid with his hand again demandingly.
"Yes, Spencer," he murmured, watching him. "Come for me."
Reid whimpered when Hotch pulled back, and it stole a hint of the urgency his body was feeling, but when Hotch told him to come -- to come for Hotch -- the words shot through Reid like electricity and he couldn't help but comply with the order. He cried out and spilled over Hotch's hand, spasming with pleasure until Hotch had milked all of his release. Reid slumped against the bed, panting hard.
"God, you're beautiful like this," Hotch murmured, staring down at him. He was still breathing hard, and he felt incredibly good at how spent Reid looked. He smiled slowly, taking in the flush of arousal on Reid's face, the way his chest was heaving as he breathed. After a moment he reached over and grabbed some tissue to wipe his hand and clean up some of the come from Reid's stomach. Then he lay down next to Reid, gathering him tenderly into his arms. "Beautiful," he whispered, and pressed his lips against Reid's temple.
It took Hotch cleaning them up for Reid to start to come to his senses, but he didn't really want to come down from the high of orgasm just yet, so he left his eyes closed and wrapped his arms around Hotch when Hotch pulled him close. He hummed a contented sigh and buried his face against Hotch's neck. "It's just the newness of seeing me like this," he murmured, tightening his arms around Hotch. "I'll look normal again Monday morning."
Hotch chuckled, holding him securely. "It's the newness of letting myself look at you like this," he corrected. "But you may never look 'normal' to me again." He brushed his nose against Reid's hair. "I want you to stay tonight," he whispered.
Reid smiled against Hotch's skin, in spite of wondering how this was going to go when they woke up tomorrow morning. "I want to stay," he agreed.
Hotch swallowed, then took a deep breath. "I want to do this again," he admitted. "If...you want to."
Reid's smile went wider, and then he couldn't help but laugh, a sated, relieved laugh. "Yes," he whispered, wrapping a leg with one of Hotch's, and knowing now that tomorrow morning was going to be fine. "I definitely want to."
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating:
Summary: On the night of Hotch's divorce, he finds comfort in an unexpected place.
Word count: ~13,000 total (both parts)
A/N: Severity is ebil and made Innerslytherin a H/R shipper. Mwahaha! ;) One shot. Posted for the Bring Back the Porn Challenge @ IJ. :D Thank you to
aoibhe and norinoricat for beta reading it!Part One
Hotch and Reid didn't speak on the way to Hotch's place, aside from the murmured directions he gave. Hotch realized his hands were shaking when he almost dropped his keys at the front door, and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. There was no reason to be nervous. Reid was just keeping him company.
He led the way into the galley kitchen, wishing suddenly that he'd picked a slightly nicer apartment. "I have bottled water or Coke, but it's warm. Or spiced rum, if you want to keep drinking." He glanced over his shoulder with a lopsided grin.
"Up to you." Reid glanced around. Somehow this wasn't what he expected -- the kitchen, at least, was actually smaller than Reid's -- but after a moment, he decided that maybe Hotch only saw this a temporary home. "We don't have to work tomorrow." At least, they didn't unless they got called in on an unexpected case.
Reid licked his lips. It was a bad idea to drink with Hotch, but he wanted to anyway. It wasn't everyday he got to see Hotch like this, and it was slightly addictive.
Hotch's grin widened. "Rum it is," he said, and got it out of the cabinet by the sink. "Um. I could look for the glasses." He stared hopelessly at the boxes stacked on the counters, then shrugged. "Come on, we can share."
He led the way back out to the living room, where he sprawled on the couch, tugging at his tie to loosen it. He was probably a mess, his hair flopping down into his eyes and his sleeves rolled up, but he hoped Reid wouldn't care.
Reid followed. "You're not sick, are you?" he joked, but his voice went flat at the end at the way Hotch looked. He stared for a moment. He always thought Hotch was rather striking in his appearance, with the black hair and fair skin, the features that were almost too sharp, but beautiful anyway. Seeing him so unbuttoned right now though made Reid's stomach flip, and a jolt of warmth spread through him. He glanced away at the only other place to sit in the living room, a chair that was piled with boxes and books.
He inspected the titles for a moment, and then forced himself to sit next to Hotch. This was torture. He accepted the bottle from Hotch anyway, and took a drink, not bothering to wipe the mouth of it after Hotch had taken a drink himself. Maybe he could drink away the desire to brush Hotch's hair back out of his face.
Hotch smiled. "The last time I was sick was after Jack had strep throat. That was months ago." He took the bottle back when it was offered, sucking in a breath when his fingers brushed Reid's. He glanced over at Reid, then away, his gaze wandering over all the boxes. "Sorry about the mess. I think the BAU is more of a home than this place."
"My apartment is perpetual mess," Reid said, watching Hotch's throat work as he swallowed. "We're gone so much, it hardly matters."
"Yeah..." Hotch shrugged. "I was just in a hurry to get out of the house, to put things behind me and start over. Instead I've sort of buried myself in my work." He pushed his shoes off, starting to feel a little loose. Reid could be a very relaxing person to be around.
Reid took the bottle back and took a long drink. "I did that when I was eighteen." Reid laughed and looked at the bottle. "I did that at twelve, who am I kidding? Escape takes so many different forms."
Hotch shifted so he could look at Reid better. "You had to grow up too fast," he murmured, watching him. Reid could be incredibly beautiful sometimes, when he wasn't working too hard at being a genius.
"In some ways. In others, I never did." Reid shrugged, took another drink, and then handed Hotch the bottle, glancing over at him. He sucked in a breath at the desire in Hotch's eyes. Was that desire? Or was it too much alcohol? Either way, it sent Reid's heart rate up and jolt of want down his spine to his groin. He reached up and brushed Hotch's hair out of his face without thinking, a knot forming in his throat.
Hotch's breath hitched in his chest, his gaze locking with Reid's. There was no way Reid didn't mean that the way Hotch wanted to take it. But this couldn't be a good idea. They worked together--Hotch was Reid's supervisor, for heaven's sake! Hotch's lips parted. "Spencer," he murmured, not looking away.
Reid forced himself to swallow. "You almost never call me that," he pointed out, but his voice was barely above a whisper, and he drew his hand away, licking his lips.
Hotch managed a half-smile. "Reid doesn't sound right when I'm hugging you," he replied, his gaze dropping to watch Reid's tongue dart out again. God, he wanted to lean in and kiss Reid. But he couldn't do that, couldn't make the first move. He was Reid's supervisor. He shouldn't be considering this at all.
"You're not hugging me right now," Reid murmured, and it was true, but something else, something very different, was happening now. Reid wanted Hotch to kiss him. He wanted to have to courage to kiss Hotch. But Hotch was his boss.
Of course, Reid had done far stupider things than this while on duty. He didn't think Hotch would fire him, even if he didn't reciprocate. Though the way Hotch was looking at Reid made Reid think he might. Reid let his hand drop to the couch, but let his fingers brush Hotch's thigh. "You're looking at me like that because you're drunk, aren't you?" he hazarded, trying to figure out if he should proceed, or bail out of this situation right now.
Hotch laughed softly. "Thought you were a genius," he murmured, lifting his hand just enough to cover Reid's hand with his. "That's not why." He held Reid's gaze, willing him to take the next step, even though Hotch had already probably crossed the line into sexual harassment. "Why did you stick around after everyone else left, Spencer?"
"I didn't want you to be alone," Reid murmured, his eyes on Hotch's hand. Hotch had said that it wasn't because he was drunk, and Reid knew, if that was true, that it was only half true. He didn't think Hotch would have allowed this to go this far sober, or even allowed his desire for Reid to show. Of course, if the attraction wasn't created by alcohol, that also meant this wasn't a new feeling either. Reid freed his hand from Hotch's gently and let his fingertips travel up Hotch's arm. "You've thought about this before?"
Hotch swallowed, his throat feeling tight even as his body felt like it was igniting with desire. "More than I should have," he whispered. "But I...there were...I took my vows seriously." He licked his lips again. "You weren't just there because you pitied me?"
Reid breathed a laugh. "There's nothing to pity," he said, his fingers sliding over Hotch's shoulder. He was about to kiss his boss. He felt a little ill, even as his heart raced and his body coursed with want. "You're not just letting me do this because you're lonely and drunk?" he countered, but his eyes were hungry and tracing Hotch's neck and jaw.
"I'm letting you do this because I want you," Hotch breathed. Speaking those words aloud sent a thrill of mixed fear and excitement through him, along with the heady feeling of letting out a secret he'd been holding onto for too long. He took a short breath, watching Reid. "I'm not--not pushing you into anything..." It was almost a question.
Reid felt another frightening and exciting burst of desire bloom inside him when Hotch said he wanted him. He shook his head when Hotch finished, his fingertips finally reaching the bare skin of Hotch's neck and jaw. "Can I... call you Aaron... tonight?" he asked, feeling himself blush.
Hotch smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "I'd like you to," he murmured, shifting closer to Reid.
Reid shifted too, turning so that he was facing the wrong way on the couch next to Hotch, closer to him, his legs curled under himself. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, half-warning and half steeling himself to do it.
Hotch's smile widened. "Spencer," he murmured, his voice affectionate, "get on with it." He leaned in just a little, watching him from under lowered eyelids.
That surprised a laugh out of Reid, and managed to break the tension that was coiling in his chest. Somehow, he had a feeling Hotch knew he needed that. "Fine," Reid said, grinning, and then leaned in, his eyes falling half-closed as he got close, watching Hotch's lips. Their noses brushed. Reid drew in a steadying breath and then pressed his lips to Hotch's, letting one arm loop around the front of Hotch's waist.
The thrill shot through Reid's entire body, and once Reid had made the first move, Hotch pressed in and coaxed Reid's lips open with his tongue. Reid whimpered and closed his fingers in Hotch's shirt.
Hotch lifted one hand to cradle Reid's cheek as they kissed, his fingertips sliding into Reid's hair. He moaned softly, shifting closer. He couldn't help wondering if Reid would come to his senses soon, and he explored Reid's mouth hungrily. If this was his only chance to taste Spencer Reid, he would take advantage of it.
"Mmm," Reid hummed, the noise sounding more thoughtful than he'd meant it. He never thought he would be allowed to do this, and he wondered if this would be the only night. Given their circumstances, he wouldn't be surprised, though that wasn't an appealing idea. He shoved the thought away. "I never thought..." he breathed, but then gave up trying to speak and moved his hand to hook it in Hotch's already loosened tie, kissing him again.
"Since Georgia," Hotch murmured between kisses, answering the unspoken question. "Since we got you back from Hankel." He lifted the other hand, framing Reid's face for a moment, and then let his hands slide down Reid's sides to rest on his hips. He tugged gently, wanting Reid in his lap.
Reid followed the silent invitation and climbed into Hotch's lap, straddling him. He looked into Hotch's eyes for a moment. "Why?"
"Because you're intelligent and handsome and vulnerable," Hotch murmured, sliding his arms around Reid. He leaned in to mouth at his jaw. "Because you gave me that message. Because you hugged me." He kissed Reid's mouth. "Because you're you."
"I knew... I trusted you-- trust you." His fingers were in Hotch's hair, messing the usually uniform locks up more than they already were, and when he returned the kiss, it was hungrier, more demanding than the last. He dropped one hand to Hotch's tie again, and this time he tugged at it lightly, pulling it open.
Hotch groaned, tightening his arms around Reid and shifting under him as they kissed. Reid felt so delicate, yet Hotch knew he was strong, stronger than any of the rest of them in many ways. He tugged at the back of Reid's shirt, sliding his fingers under to the hot skin beneath.
Reid sucked in a breath, the hands on his bare skin sending sparks up his spine, which only heightened his resolve to get Hotch's shirt open faster. He tugged the tie through Hotch's collar and dropped it to the couch, working open the buttons of Hotch's shirt next as they kissed.
"Spencer..." Hotch stroked his hands up Reid's back, alternating kisses with whispered words of encouragement. He wanted Reid's hands on him, wanted to hear Reid say his name. He wanted everything.
Reid kept having little fits of panic every few minutes that he was kissing his boss, touching his boss, tasting his boss, but God he wanted this. He'd wanted it so long. "Aaron," he returned, which felt strange, even as his fingers worked quickly downward. His fingers splayed over Hotch's chest, over Hotch's undershirt, and he pressed himself down against Hotch, his desire evident.
That made Hotch smile and nuzzle Reid's jaw with his nose. "Say it again," he whispered, his lips brushing Reid's skin. "Say my name."
Reid breathed a small, shaky laugh, stroking his hands down Hotch's chest and stomach. "Aaron," he repeated, leaning into the touch of Hotch's lips. "Oh, God, Aaron," he breathed, lifting his hands to tug at Hotch's collar, waiting for him to lean forward enough to let Reid get his shirt off.
Hotch laughed, shifting forward while Reid tugged at his shirt. Not only was this exciting, but it was a relief to admit openly how much he wanted Reid, and to learn Reid wanted him, too. And was, apparently, quite impatient about it. When the shirt was off and he could see again, he leaned up to kiss Reid again, deepening it and slowing them down a little.
Reid's fingers curled in the bottom of Hotch's undershirt as they kissed, but the patient swipes of Hotch's tongue soothed Reid's excitement. He melted against Hotch, and only then realized that he was pulling all of Hotch's clothes off and Hotch hadn't started to undress Reid at all. A flash of heat ran through him, and he wondered if he should be embarrassed. "What?" he breathed when they finally broke their kiss, hating the sudden uncertainty in his voice.
Hotch pulled back enough to smile at Reid, lifting a hand to curl behind his neck. "This isn't a race, Spencer," he murmured, and kissed Reid again heatedly. When the kiss ended, he began unbuttoning Reid's shirt, and for all that he'd just effectively told Reid to slow down, he found himself impatient to see Reid's body.
Reid closed his eyes, his breathing tight as he played with the bottom of Hotch's undershirt, feeling Hotch's hands move slowly down his body. Too slowly. This was intimate, going slow, and if this was just tonight...
Reid bit his lip a moment. "This is more frightening if we slow down," he admitted.
"Why?" Hotch asked, his voice soft. He understood, he thought he knew why Reid said that, but he wanted Reid to say it aloud. He tugged Reid's tie off and undid the last button of his shirt. He slid his hands inside but didn't push Reid's shirt off yet, watching his face and waiting for his answer.
Reid sucked in a breath, the feeling of Hotch's hands against his bare skin sending a shiver he couldn't repress through him. He didn't open his eyes. "You're my boss. You're newly divorced. And you're drunk." He cleared his throat and opened his eyes, watching Hotch's hands on him. "And this... is... I'm able to think about that more when we slow down." He slid his hand over Hotch's, slipping his fingers between Hotch's over his stomach and hoping he wouldn't pull away.
Hotch leaned up for another kiss. "Spencer, if I thought you were doing this impulsively...that you'll regret this tomorrow..." He searched Reid's gaze with his own, suddenly afraid that this had just been a spur of the moment decision for the younger man. God, he was more than a decade younger! A jolt of fear suddenly pierced Hotch's excitement momentarily. Was he crazy?
Reid looked up and met Hotch's gaze finally. "Are you going to regret it tomorrow? Or pretend it didn't happen? I trust you, but people under stress can sometimes act uncharacteristically. I don't want to take advantage of what might be a weak moment for you, and I... I..." He swallowed. "I can't let you hurt me. I'd never let it go."
Hotch stroked his thumb back and forth along Reid's collarbone, his heart giving an odd jump. This might mean more to Reid than he'd realized. Don't be stupid, Aaron, said a voice in the back of his mind. You know Reid takes things more to heart than other people. "I can't promise you anything, except this," he said quietly, holding Reid's gaze. "I have always respected you, and I will always respect you. Tonight notwithstanding, I consider you a very good friend. I hope I would never hurt you."
Reid pursed his lips and looked down, nodding slowly. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, especially not the friend part, but it was honest, and Reid knew he'd wanted this far longer than Hotch had anyway. He couldn't expect more from Hotch, it would have been unrealistic.
After a moment, he leaned in and kissed Hotch again, slowly. Just tonight.
Hotch lifted a hand to stroke over Reid's hair, matching the tone of those kisses. "Spencer," he murmured after a minute, "is that enough for you?" He kissed Reid again briefly to keep him from answering right away. "I'm not ruling out...more. But I...don't want to make promises I might not be able to keep." Another kiss. "I've wanted this--wanted you--for a long time. But we all know it can be hard to predict emotions."
Reid swallowed, not sure how to answer if it was enough, and focused on the feeling of Hotch's lips. The expressions of want and caution were muddled too, inspiring both more desire and more trepidation in Reid at the same time. "I know," he whispered finally, and kissed Hotch again. He couldn't do this slowly; it was too confusing. He curled his fingers in Hotch's undershirt and tugged up. "So stop talking and take me to bed."
Those words sent a jolt of pure lust through Hotch, shocking him. It was wonderful. He let Reid get his undershirt off, then leaned in and kissed him hard. "God, Spencer," he murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around the slender body. "When did you get so good at giving orders?"
Reid laughed softly, breathlessly, threading his fingers into Hotch's hair and curling them there. "I learned from the best."
Hotch laughed, too. "Gideon?" he teased, and kissed Reid again. He splayed his hands across Reid's chest, his gaze turning hungry. Take me to bed, Reid had said. Hotch could follow orders. He pushed Reid gently to get him to stand, then stood up too.
Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch's shoulders, ignoring the tiny pang he still felt at just the mention of Gideon's name and kissing Hotch hard. "Tell me you have a bed."
"I have a bed," Hotch murmured. "Sort of. It's self-inflating." He couldn't keep a straight face, though, and at Reid's expression of dismay he laughed again. "All right, I have a bed." He stroked his hands down Reid's sides, then around to cup Reid's ass, urging him closer.
Reid breathed a laugh, feeling a rush of warmth that was even stronger than the one he usually felt when Hotch let him in on his sense of humor. The laugh was cut off by a tiny gasp, though, Hotch's hands surprising him. He hummed, pleased, and pressed closer, shifting his erection against Hotch as he did.
"Mmm, what was it you said, take you to bed?" Hotch murmured, his voice going a little funny at the pleasure Reid's closeness sent through him. "C'mere." He lifted, wanting those long legs wrapped around his waist.
It took Reid a moment to understand, and once he did, he hesitated a brief moment before helping Hotch lift him, his arms going tighter around Hotch's shoulders and his ankles locking behind Hotch's back. It was strange, but nice. Reid smiled and kissed Hotch again, hoping Hotch had sobered enough to do this without them both falling down.
"Spencer," Hotch murmured against Reid's lips. "Come to bed." Smiling, he headed for the bedroom, steering around boxes on the way.
When they reached the bed, he dumped Reid unceremoniously, but didn't give him time to complain before climbing onto the bed over him. One hungry kiss led into another as Hotch's hands stroked over the skin of Reid's torso.
Reid moaned, still recovering from the shock of being dropped and then touched like this. "Aaron," he said, his voice suddenly needy. He leaned up enough to kiss along Hotch's jaw, loving the rasp of stubble that ran along it, as his fingers trailed down, hooking into Hotch's pants.
"Mmm." Hotch caught Reid's mouth with his own, then pressed kisses down his throat to his collarbone. He loved the way Reid said his name, the pure emotion in his voice.
Reid pressed up into the kisses, his fingers fumbling with Hotch's belt buckle and unbuttoning the top button of his pants. His breath was ragged, and he hummed in pleasure, then slid his hands inside Hotch's pants, around the back to grip Hotch's ass. "Hotch," he whispered, the name he was used to slipping as he pulled Hotch down against him.
Hotch gasped at the intimate touch, pleased at Reid's boldness. "Aaron," he corrected, but he nibbled gently at Reid's throat, one hand skating up to brush across a nipple. He liked his nickname, but it was for work. This was different. Reid deserved intimacy.
"Mmm, sorry," Reid said, but his voice was hollow, his focus on the scrape of Hotch's teeth against his skin. He wanted to taste all of Hotch, but this felt too good to roll them over, so he settled for stroking one hand up Hotch's spine, the other squeezing and shifting them against one another again. "I want you," he whispered.
"Mm, Spencer," Hotch managed, rolling his hips down against Reid's. "Yes, God, this..." He pulled back enough to smile at Reid. "I never imagined I could have this." He kissed Reid's chest, then lowered his mouth to lick tentatively at Reid's nipple.
Reid gasped and squirmed a little, the heat of Hotch's tongue against such sensitive skin sending a surge of lust through him. "Neither did I," he breathed, the hand on Hotch's back slipping into Hotch's hair.
"Spencer," Hotch murmured. He was almost afraid to go on. He sucked lightly, then lifted his head. "Have...have you...ever..."
Reid let out a small noise, somewhere between want and apprehension. "Um." He leaned up and kissed Hotch again. "Does it matter?" he whispered.
"Well...you might know more than I do," Hotch admitted, giving him a lopsided smile. "I...well, I've only ever been with one man before you." College, and the experimentation that had come with distance from Haley, seemed like a long time ago.
Reid's eyebrows went up a bit. "Been with?"
Incredibly, Hotch felt his cheeks heating. He glanced away. "It...wasn't exactly just sex, but..." He sighed. "Look, Haley was my high school sweetheart. But there was a year where we were...mostly not together." He sighed and kissed Reid. He didn't really know how to explain Matthew. "It wasn't exactly sex, for that matter. But..." He shrugged.
Reid looked at Hotch thoughtfully, knowing this shouldn't be a surprise, given the situation they were currently in and Hotch's initial lack of apprehension about it. Still, it was hard to imagine that Hotch had ever been with another man, when Reid paused to actually think about it. "I don't care," he murmured finally. He wrapped a leg around Hotch's. "I want you to have me."
Hotch's brows drew down as he noted Reid's lack of an answer. Was Reid a virgin? Hotch kissed him again. "Spencer," he whispered, brushing his lips along Reid's jaw. "I've never done that."
Reid swallowed. "I trust you," he said, but then worry -- and, yes, there was embarrassment at the sudden realization that Hotch might not want what he just suggested too -- settled in the pit of his stomach. "You don't want to?" He tried not to sound disappointed. He wasn't sure it worked.
"That isn't what I said," Hotch murmured, kissing Reid's cheek and rubbing his nose lightly against his skin. "I just want you to know I only have, mmm, theoretical knowledge." He kissed Reid's mouth, trying to reassure him.
Reid nodded slowly, and kissed Hotch again. They were both thinking about this again. "I've... yeah," he said. He shifted under Hotch. "That's okay." He paused, and then gave Hotch a speculative look, licking his lips. "Can we stop talking about it now?"
Hotch laughed faintly and kissed Reid again. "Okay." He trailed a hand down Reid's stomach to unbutton his pants, the task going slowly because he couldn't seem to stop kissing Reid. God, this was addictive.
Reid made a noise that was part relief and part desire as Hotch's hands slipped between them. Reid reached down as well, fumbling around Hotch's hand to pull open Hotch's zipper as they kissed. It suddenly hit him that he was about to lose his virginity (technically - he'd done other things, but not this) to Hotch. His boss. "Oh, God," he breathed, hardly believing it, and slipped his hands around to shove at Hotch's pants.
Reid was obviously getting impatient again. Hotch laughed again, but he couldn't complain. It was gratifying to be wanted like this. "No, Aaron," he teased, and tugged at Reid's pants, too.
"Mmn," Reid hummed, shifting so that Hotch could divest them both of the remainder of their clothes. Reid pulled off his shirt entirely when Hotch sat up to tug their pants off. Reid licked his lips, his eyes traveling Hotch's body, fully exposed to him, and reached out to stroke a hand down Hotch's torso. His fingertips trailed down until they curled around Hotch's erection, and he leaned in to lick at Hotch's collarbone, giving Hotch a light squeeze.
A jolt of arousal went through Hotch, as well as another shock of realization--I'm going to have sex with Spencer Reid. He groaned and tugged gently at Reid's hair so Reid would lift his head. Kissing him hungrily, Hotch pressed him back into the mattress, stretching out so his body covered Reid's.
Reid hummed a pleased noise, the length of Hotch's naked body pressing against him sending a new wave of need through him. It had been a long time since Reid had been with anyone, long enough that this almost felt brand new again. "Ho-- mm, Aaron," he murmured, sliding his legs along the back of Hotch's as his hands fisted themselves in Hotch's hair.
"God, Spencer, you're gorgeous," Hotch breathed, rolling his hips against Reid's. He kissed a trail along Reid's jaw and closed his lips on Reid's earlobe. He didn't want to stop touching Reid, stroking his hands over his skin. He couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Reid laughed softly, but it sounded strange, the feel of Hotch's mouth on him causing his breath to hitch. "I can't believe you're saying that to me," he murmured, his fingers curling against Hotch's back, scratching lightly. "Sexy," he whispered.
Hotch hummed and pressed against Reid again. "I was so afraid to let myself want you," he murmured, and traced the shell of Reid's ear with his tongue. "I'm old, I was married, you're so brilliant and enthusiastic and..." He trailed off and kissed Reid again demandingly.
"You're not old," Reid said, his voice wavering with need. "You're strong and sexy, and I respect you," he murmured, and shifted against Hotch, a whimper escaping his lips. "Please..."
"Oh, Spencer," Hotch breathed, sliding his hand down to curl around Reid's cock. "And here I was expecting to be miserable tonight." He stroked lightly, mouthing hungrily at Reid's jaw.
Reid started to laugh again. "Surprise," he said lightly, but thrust into Hotch's hand with a gasp anyway.
Hotch laughed too, and nibbled gently at Reid's skin. He tightened his hand and stroked more firmly.
"Hotch," Reid moaned, his tone going whimpery and needy the more Hotch touched and teased him. "Fuck me," he pleaded, and then a jolt of nerves hit him, first at the idea of doing this for the first time, then at the sudden realization that a newly divorced man might not exactly be prepared for this evening. "Oh God, do you even have condoms? Lube?"
Hotch was shocked at the thrill of pure lust Reid's swearing sent through him. He was so caught up in it that Reid's question nearly escaped his notice. Then he lifted his head to look at Reid in dismay. "Damn. I...There might be condoms, um, somewhere." He hadn't exactly needed any in a long time. He hadn't felt the need to take advantage of the freedom he'd had since finding out about Haley's infidelity.
Reid let out a breath, and pressed his head back against the mattress. "Somewhere," he repeated. "Aaron," he breathed, twisting his fingers in Hotch's hair, but refusing to move against him otherwise. God, he hoped this build up wasn't for nothing.
"I haven't exactly needed them," Hotch said lamely. He swallowed hard, wondering if Reid would be disappointed with just oral sex. He wondered if the lack of condoms could be an excuse to do this again properly. He looked anxiously down at Reid.
Reid could feel Hotch looking at him, so he forced himself to open his eyes and look up. He swallowed hard and tried to fight the rising disappointment, which was impossible. This, with Hotch, might only be for tonight -- in fact he kept telling himself that, just so it wouldn't hurt as much if it turned out to be the truth. Reid was, quite truthfully, getting a little sick of his virginity, and if this was only tonight, he had no idea when the next time he might have an opportunity might come again to share a bed with someone he trusted enough to go all the way with. He licked his lips, his brows drawing together a bit. "What now?"
Hotch hesitated. The disappointment in Reid's gaze made his chest ache. He lifted a hand to brush his thumb against Reid's cheek. "I..." God, this was a bad idea. "After I found out about Haley's..." Boyfriend wouldn't come out of his mouth. He licked his lips. "I got tested. Just to make sure..." He couldn't believe he was suggesting they have unprotected sex. He wasn't suggesting it. But he would let Reid suggest it, if he wanted. If Reid really was a virgin... Hotch cleared his throat. "You could..."
Reid held Hotch's gaze, his own uncertain, trying to wrap his head around what was being suggested, trying to think rationally, in spite of the overwhelming desire to be with Hotch that wanted to tell him nothing else mattered. When Hotch finished, Reid's eyebrows went up and his eyes widened. "I could...? I-- no. I don't-- I don't really... know how." His cheeks went ridiculously hot.
"You have to learn sometime," Hotch said, hoping he didn't look uncertain. He liked the idea of teaching Reid about this--or learning together, which would be more truthful. "I trust you, Spencer. It would be good."
"Mmm," Reid hummed, sounding less certain by the moment. He licked his lips. "You've done this before," he murmured, not quite looking at Hotch, but rather looking at his thin lips and sharp jaw. While Hotch hadn't done this with a man, Reid knew he had experience being on the giving end of sex, at least.
Hotch's heart was thudding almost painfully. This felt like a negotiation. "Do you want me to go look for the condoms?"
"Yes," Reid said, gazing back at Hotch and hoping Hotch wasn't going to get frustrated and just end this now. "I'm sorry," Reid added quickly, and leaned up to kiss Hotch again.
"Don't apologize," Hotch murmured. He kissed Reid slowly, then pulled away, trying to smile and hide his frustration. It wasn't Reid's fault, after all; it was Hotch's fault more than anything, though to be fair he hadn't exactly expected to be having sex any time soon. "Don't move," he ordered, and climbed off the bed to start digging, still naked, through the box he thought most likely to have a six-month-old package of condoms in it. Somewhere. Maybe.
God, if he didn't have any condoms, he was going to scream.
"Where would I go like this?" Reid asked, trying for a light tone. His lips pulled into a thin line when Hotch moved away. He could see Hotch's frustration now, even if Hotch was trying to hide it.
The view of Hotch while he dug though the box was nice, though. Reid let his eyes wander, and tried not to worry too much.
"Um, how long ago were you tested?" he asked.
Hotch sighed and dumped a first aid kit and a spare Ace bandage on the floor. "Seven months ago, the first time. And last month." His lips thinned for a moment as a fresh burn of anger went through him; he thought he'd got past that. "You have to be tested six months apart for HIV." He glanced over at Reid and the anger melted again. It was actually a relief to talk about this to someone. To Reid. "I'm clean."
Reid swallowed when Hotch turned around, knowing this couldn't be an easy topic. Not only that, Reid was naked, just laying there, and Hotch was looking at him. Reid squirmed and looked away. "You haven't been with Ha-- um... Haley since... when?"
Hotch looked away and sighed. "Longer than that," he muttered, and went back to the box. He had hoped they could try to repair their marriage, had tried candlelight dinners and even suggested counseling...but it had quickly become obvious that the only thing Haley was interested in was a quick, painless divorce.
Reid bit his lip, his brows drawing together. He watched Hotch dig for a bit longer, his heart sinking a little. "Hotch," he whispered, and waited for Hotch to turn around and look at him again. "Come back to bed," he said, his voice quiet, soothing.
Hotch's eyebrows drew together. "Spencer, I want this," he said quietly. "There's another box in the bathroom I can look through." I'm tired of disappointing people. Including myself.
Reid gave Hotch a faint smile. "How likely are you, honestly, to find condoms, Hotch?" Reid was pretty sure they both knew the answer to that.
Hotch sighed. "Not very likely," he admitted, going back to the bed and dropping down to sit on the edge. "I guess I should have asked Morgan for dating hints," he said. He didn't quite manage the joking tone he was trying for.
Reid smiled, and reached over to hook his hand around Hotch's elbow, tugging him back gently, wanting Hotch next to him. "If you took dating advice from Morgan, I wouldn't still want to do this," he murmured.
Trying not to feel discouraged, Hotch slid his arm around Reid's waist and kissed him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, fitting his body against Reid's. "Next time I get divorced, I'll plan ahead to be seduced by a beautiful young coworker."
Reid laughed and kissed Hotch. "Wait. I seduced you?"
Hotch was smiling when he pulled away. "I'm pretty sure that's what happened, yes." At least Reid hadn't argued with him about the 'beautiful young' part. He kissed Reid again. It was actually nice just to be making out with someone after so long.
"Mmm, how did I miss that?" Reid asked, amused, and then bit at Hotch's lip lightly. He stroked his hands down Hotch's back.
Hotch groaned, pressing against Reid. "I don't know, it was pretty obvious," he managed after a moment. "Hugging me, saying I didn't have to be alone...looking like that..." He shivered at the feel of Reid's hands on his skin.
"Like I always look," Reid murmured, his kisses growing firmer, though not lessening in tenderness. "And I would have offered that to you even if I didn't want this." His fingers curled against Hotch's skin, and he leaned against Hotch, momentarily taking control of the kiss and pressing Hotch back just a bit, but not completely back against the mattress. "You deserved so much better than what you got," he whispered, and kissed Hotch again before he could respond.
Hotch melted into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. He wanted to believe that, wanted to think he hadn't earned this treatment by putting his job ahead of his family.
That was nice, the way Hotch's body went loose under Reid's. It was as much as Reid could have hoped for, that release and a lack of argument. Reid's thumbs traced Hotch's hip, and he ducked his head to lick at Hotch's Adam's apple. "Aaron, I want you."
Moaning faintly, Hotch buried a hand in Reid's hair. "Please," he whispered, wanting to not think. Wanting Reid.
That word sent a wave of panic through Reid, because Hotch apparently thought they'd both decided Reid was going to top, and that really wasn't what Reid had been thinking. He trusted Hotch when Hotch had told him how long it had been since he'd been with anyone, and that he'd been tested. "I--" he started, but then he wondered if maybe that was what Hotch needed. "I told you..." he murmured, carefully neither agreeing or disagreeing to what Hotch seemed to have assumed.
Hotch opened his eyes and tugged at Reid's hair to get him to look up. "Tell me how to make you happy, Spencer. Tell me what you want." If Reid told him, maybe he could get it right.
Reid licked his lips, looking at Hotch. "I want you," he said simply, partly because it was the easiest answer, but also because once Hotch had melted in his arms a few moments ago, Reid wondered just how much Hotch needed to hear things like that after living with a wife who downplayed the the good in him for so long, a wife who took him for granted and didn't understand his passion. "I want you," he repeated, more firmly. Even if Haley didn't know what she was giving up.
God, that was such an amazing thing to hear. Hotch kissed Reid hungrily, hoping it wasn't obvious how desperate he suddenly felt. "Anything you want," he whispered against Reid's lips. It was a dangerous sort of thing to say, but just now he wanted to give to Reid.
"I want you inside of me," Reid gasped, pleasantly surprised by the reaction his words had gotten and feeling like he'd just figured out some great secret about Aaron Hotchner, one that was only his to know.
Hotch groaned and rolled on top of Reid, kissing him again. "Spencer. Didn't find the condoms." He wanted to make sure what Reid was saying. He wanted Reid. There would be no more arguments from Hotch.
Reid hummed happily, liking the weight of Hotch on top of him. "Yeah, I was right here in the room when that happened," he murmured, smiling faintly. He shifted so that Hotch could settle between his legs and tried to ignore the flutter of anxiety in his chest. "You said you're clean. I trust you with my life." He didn't mean just now, either. He trusted Hotch always.
"Oh, God," Hotch breathed, and kissed Reid hard, cradling his head tenderly. It seemed incredible that Reid could want him this much. "You're...mm, Spencer," he whispered between kisses. He stroked an urgent hand down Reid's side. At least he knew he had lube. He reached over to yank open the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling inside.
"I am," Reid breathed. This was actually happening. Reid couldn't catch his breath all of a sudden, but he pulled Hotch down for another kiss, reaching between them to curl his fingers around both their cocks... which didn't seem to help Hotch's focus any in finding the lube. "Hotch. Aaron," he panted.
Hotch groaned, his kisses turning more frantic, more demanding. He couldn't think, just searched blindly for the lube. He flailed in surprise when Reid began stroking him, ignoring something that crashed off the top of the nightstand.
Reid laughed softly. "Sorry, sorry," he murmured, and let go of them, lifting a hand to stroke his fingers down Hotch's cheek and let him look properly.
"Don't apologize," Hotch murmured, grinning at Reid for a moment before lifting his head and leaning over. He let out a noise of triumph when his hand closed around the jar a moment later. Looking hungrily at Reid, he leaned down for another kiss.
Reid hummed, sliding his hands down and squeezing Hotch's ass. He pulled them together and thrust up against Hotch. "You don't... you don't have to worry about hurting me," he whispered, feeling his cheeks got hot and hoping Hotch wouldn't pull back enough to see.
"I don't want to hurt you," Hotch murmured breathlessly. He suspected Reid was trying to tell him he'd experimented a little, but on the off chance Reid was saying he liked pain...well, Hotch wasn't going down that road. He kissed Reid tenderly. "But I do want to fuck you," he whispered.
"Oh God," Reid breathed, the shock of those words hitting him hard, and the embarrassment over admitting, for all intents and purposes, that he knew how to take Hotch, that he'd taught himself that much about sex personally, fled him. He wanted Hotch to fuck him now. "You won't hurt me," he whispered urgently. "Fuck me."
Hotch slicked his fingers and reached between them, sliding one finger down to tease at Reid's entrance. "Do you know how sexy it is when you say 'fuck'?" he murmured, his lips brushing Reid's.
Reid tried to answer, but he just managed a breathy moan, the cool slickness against his entrance was wonderful and so different when someone else was doing it. He panted, trying to respond. "I-- Mmm. Yes. I mean-- It's not fair asking questions when you're doing this," he breathed.
Hotch laughed and lowered his head to suck on Reid's throat. "Sexy," he murmured, pressing one finger carefully inside.
Reid let out a long, high noise, and shifted down, feeling Hotch's finger sink deeper inside him. God, he was so ready for this, but his chest was still tight. This was it. It was Hotch. "Yes," he moaned.
That reaction sent a thrill through Hotch, who turned his finger a little, testing Reid's reaction. He didn't want to hurt him, but he didn't have the patience to take this too slowly. He wanted--now--and he thought Reid did, too.
"Oh!" Reid gasped, the twist of Hotch's fingers teasing, hinting at the real thing. Not only did he want Hotch, but Reid had a feeling once Hotch was inside him, the growing pressure in his chest would let off, too. "Hotch, just-- please. Please."
"Are you sure?" Hotch panted, even as he slid his fingers out and began slicking his cock. God, it still seemed unreal that this was happening. He nipped breathlessly at Reid's jaw.
Reid breathed something that might have been a laugh and pulled Hotch up to kiss him, slowly, in spite of the racing of his heart, pounding in his chest and ears. "Do I usually beg like that?" He kissed Hotch again, cupping his face in his hands. "Oh, God, Hotch."
"Mmm," Hotch managed, registering nerves as well as desire in Reid's voice. He stroked his tongue against Reid's, reassuring, wanting to promise things, even though he knew he had no promises to give right now. It'll be all right, he thought at Reid. I'll be careful with you. He thought speaking the words aloud would only embarrass Reid, though, so he just pulled away slowly, brushing his lips along Reid's jaw. "You're so wonderful, Spencer," he breathed. "I want you."
Reid whimpered, trying to relax, because Hotch had obviously noticed. He'd slowed down. Reid was grateful for it this time. "Thank you," he whispered. "I want you too."
Hotch smiled faintly. "You're welcome." Reid obviously had no idea what he did to Hotch's emotions. Unless this innocent vulnerability with an edge of wanton sexiness was planned. Hotch didn't think it could be. He kissed Reid again, letting his fingers circle Reid's entrance once before sliding just inside. He was trying to skate the line between going slow enough and not going too slow.
Reid whimpered again. "Hotch, I want your-- you. Stop... stalling."
Hotch laughed. "I'm not stalling, Spencer," he said, and kissed Reid hard. Then he shifted between Reid's legs and positioned himself, letting the tip of his cock nudge at Reid's opening.
It took Reid a moment to realize that he'd slipped back to last names when Hotch emphasized his first, but he didn't have a moment to amend. He made a needy noise and pressed down against Hotch, not enough for Hotch to slip inside him, but enough to let Hotch know he was ready. "Do it, then," he breathed, a tiny amount of challenge lacing his voice, though he looked up and locked eyes with Hotch, wanting that connection when Hotch sank inside.
Those words brought a smile to Hotch's face, and he sucked in a quick breath, then pressed forward, keep his gaze on Reid's as pleasure surged through him.
Reid's breath went ragged, and he watched Hotch for as long as he could manage, but his eyes fluttered shut after just a moment. He arched against Hotch, and hooked a leg around Hotch's hip, trying to steady his breathing. This was amazing, and unbelievable, and Hotch. "Nnnnn," he managed, his hands sliding across Hotch's skin until Reid was clinging to Hotch's shoulders.
"Ohh." Hotch sank into Reid, thrilled at how well they fit together, at the way Reid clung to him. Panting with the strength of his desire, Hotch pressed his face against Reid's cheek and closed his eyes, forcing himself to be still except for his breathing. "Beautiful," he gasped.
Reid thought this was beautiful, this feeling, being joined to Hotch like this. "Yeah," he breathed, his voice far off through the haze that had quickly entered his mind. "Aaron. Need you."
Hotch's breath hitched and he turned his head to kiss Reid again. "Yes." He rolled his hips, giving Reid time to adjust to the movement, if he needed it. It sent pleasure shooting through his own body, making him gasp and thrust again automatically.
Reid gave a little cry at the sudden second push of Hotch's cock, but it set his body on fire. "Yes," he said, more enthusiastically, and curled his fingers tighter against Hotch's skin.
Moaning, Hotch thrust again, shifting enough so he could watch Reid's face. Sharing this with him was wonderful, a pleasure Hotch had never even dared to imagine. Hotch found himself smiling faintly at Reid as he settled into a slow rhythm. He slid one hand between them, curling it around Reid's cock.
Reid groaned and licked his lips, giving himself over to the feeling of Hotch inside him and the way Hotch was touching him. He'd wanted this so long, it was almost impossible to believe it was happening, and when Reid opened his eyes to find Hotch smiling at him a rush of heat flew through Reid. "Aaron," he murmured, touching Hotch's cheek.
Hotch was in danger of melting at the way Reid said his name. His smile strengthened as they looked at each other, both of them completely wrapped up in the slide of their bodies. He'd forgotten how perfect it could be, making love to someone who was so totally present. He turned his head slightly to kiss Reid's fingers, his gaze not leaving Reid's.
A smile bloomed on Reid's face at that, and he traced the pads of his fingers over Hotch's lower lip. This was getting dangerous, but it was too wonderful to stop. This was exactly what Reid needed, and he had the feeling it was what Hotch needed to. "Aaron," he repeated. Everything else he wanted to say about how perfect this was stuck on his tongue, so Reid hoped Hotch could read it in his eyes.
Hotch leaned in, kissing Reid softly, glad for the happiness in Reid's expression. The shift in position sent pleasure shooting through him, and he moaned into the kiss. This was wonderful, perfect.
Reid gasped and shifted down to meet Hotch's thrust. Their eye contact was broken by the kiss, which was both welcome and not. Reid hadn't wanted to look away, but it allowed him to focus on something other than the swelling feeling in his chest, the tight, too warm sensation spreading through him that was far more than physical. He draped his other leg over Hotch, and canted his hips up to match Hotch's movements. "Yes."
Hotch moaned again, his thrusts picking up speed and force as Reid moved with him. "Perfect," Hotch breathed, pressing kisses along Reid's jaw.
"Yes!" Reid gasped, and this time it sounded as much in agreement of what Hotch had said, what Reid had been too afraid to say, as it did in pleasure. For all his experimentation alone, Reid hadn't thought being with another person could feel this good, but the weight of Hotch against him and the knowledge that another person wanted him like this was exhilarating.
Panting, Hotch stroked Reid's cock faster, licking hungrily at his jaw. He hoped Reid understood how beautiful this was, how much Hotch was enjoying this. He whispered Reid's name, nuzzling his ear, unable to fill his craving for touch. His body was alight with pleasure, desire pooling heavy in his stomach and urging him to thrust deep inside Reid.
Each demanding push of Hotch inside Reid sent a thrill through Reid's body and pushed a moan through his lips. He couldn't control his breath or the wanton noises Hotch was driving out of him, and when he finally lost rhythm with Hotch, when Hotch's thrusts became too hard and fast for Reid to meet each one, he curled his fingers in Hotch's hair, relaxed, and just let Hotch take.
"Perfect, wonderful," Hotch gasped, his lips against Reid's cheek. "Beautiful, Spencer!" He was getting close, his muscles tensing, his hips moving with no conscious direction, his entire body seeking completion in Reid's body. He could tell how much Reid was enjoying this, and those noises were sending fresh thrills through him. Finally he cried out, going still as he came inside Reid.
"God," Reid breathed, his mind pleasantly foggy and his body still humming with pleasure and need, the words Hotch had spoken ringing in his ears. When he'd imagined his first time, he hadn't imagined that either, and he suddenly felt full of emotion that he didn't know what to do with. He traced his fingers down the back of Hotch's neck and then pulled Hotch into a kiss, a hard, grateful kiss, momentarily forgetting his own need.
Hotch met Reid's passion almost lazily, still feeling the effects of his climax, but he remembered to begin stroking Reid's cock again as their tongues twined together. He wanted to make this wonderful for Reid. He wanted...he was afraid of what he wanted.
Reid moaned into their kiss, not quite ready to break it yet, but the force of it slipped away when Hotch's hand started moving again. "Hotch," he moaned, the name drawn out and laced with need. "Could you..." He panted, trying to force himself to ask for what he wanted. "Would you... suck me?"
Without answering, Hotch shifted to slide out of Reid, moving down to replace his hand with his mouth. This he had done before, even if it was twenty years ago. He nuzzled the base of Reid's cock, then ghosted his lips along the length of his shaft. "Gorgeous," he breathed, and closed his lips over the head.
Reid moaned and sifted his fingers through Hotch's hair. "You have got to stop saying things like that," he murmured, but he couldn't find it in him to sound very serious about it at all, not with Hotch's lips around him.
Hotch hummed in amusement and slid a hand down to cradle Reid's balls, massaging lightly. He sucked lightly, working his tongue against Reid's cock. He wanted to make Reid believe just how desirable he was.
"I mean it," Reid managed, but he sounded even less convincing this time, as Hotch's little hum against him caused a gasp that cut the statement off abruptly. "Ohh, Aaron, please."
Hotch glanced up at him and pulled back just enough to flick his tongue across the head, then took him deeper and hummed again. It occurred to him for the second time to hope that his wouldn't be the only time they did this. He squeezed Reid's balls gently, breathing hard through his nose.
Reid's body was already singing with pleasure, but the way Hotch's tongue moved against him had him squirming, gasping with each little flick and swipe. God, it might have been some time for Hotch, but he certainly had a good memory when it came to knowing exactly how to make another man feel good. Reid knew he wasn't going to last long. His fingers went tighter in Hotch's hair and he lifted his head to watch Hotch. Hotch. With his lips stretching around Reid's cock. It was like a fantasy come true. "God, you're good at this," he blurted, his gaze lusty.
Hotch narrowed his eyes in amusement and bobbed his head, sucking harder. He loved the expression on Reid's face, the way he was watching Hotch. He rolled Reid's balls on his palm, sliding his other hand up Reid's stomach to splay across the skin.
Reid let out a strangled noise and closed his eyes, letting his head drop back as Hotch's mouth demanded more. All the tension in his body was starting coil low, near the base of his spine, and Reid dropped his hand from Hotch's hair to clutch the hand Hotch had pressed to his skin, lacing his fingers through Hotch's and squeezing as he felt his body hurtle towards climax. "I'm going to come," he warned breathlessly.
Hotch knew he would choke, but it only fair to let Reid come in his mouth, considering that he hadn't had a condom. He groaned around Reid's cock, pulling back. He couldn't do it. He'd never been very good at that, anyway, and he really didn't want to end up looking stupid in front of Reid. He shifted back and began stroking Reid with his hand again demandingly.
"Yes, Spencer," he murmured, watching him. "Come for me."
Reid whimpered when Hotch pulled back, and it stole a hint of the urgency his body was feeling, but when Hotch told him to come -- to come for Hotch -- the words shot through Reid like electricity and he couldn't help but comply with the order. He cried out and spilled over Hotch's hand, spasming with pleasure until Hotch had milked all of his release. Reid slumped against the bed, panting hard.
"God, you're beautiful like this," Hotch murmured, staring down at him. He was still breathing hard, and he felt incredibly good at how spent Reid looked. He smiled slowly, taking in the flush of arousal on Reid's face, the way his chest was heaving as he breathed. After a moment he reached over and grabbed some tissue to wipe his hand and clean up some of the come from Reid's stomach. Then he lay down next to Reid, gathering him tenderly into his arms. "Beautiful," he whispered, and pressed his lips against Reid's temple.
It took Hotch cleaning them up for Reid to start to come to his senses, but he didn't really want to come down from the high of orgasm just yet, so he left his eyes closed and wrapped his arms around Hotch when Hotch pulled him close. He hummed a contented sigh and buried his face against Hotch's neck. "It's just the newness of seeing me like this," he murmured, tightening his arms around Hotch. "I'll look normal again Monday morning."
Hotch chuckled, holding him securely. "It's the newness of letting myself look at you like this," he corrected. "But you may never look 'normal' to me again." He brushed his nose against Reid's hair. "I want you to stay tonight," he whispered.
Reid smiled against Hotch's skin, in spite of wondering how this was going to go when they woke up tomorrow morning. "I want to stay," he agreed.
Hotch swallowed, then took a deep breath. "I want to do this again," he admitted. "If...you want to."
Reid's smile went wider, and then he couldn't help but laugh, a sated, relieved laugh. "Yes," he whispered, wrapping a leg with one of Hotch's, and knowing now that tomorrow morning was going to be fine. "I definitely want to."
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Date: 2008-09-01 09:28 pm (UTC)Here are my favorite parts:
He always thought Hotch was rather striking in his appearance, with the black hair and fair skin, the features that were almost too sharp, but beautiful anyway.
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Reid could be incredibly beautiful sometimes, when he wasn't working too hard at being a genius.
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"Because you're intelligent and handsome and vulnerable," Hotch murmured, sliding his arms around Reid. He leaned in to mouth at his jaw. "Because you gave me that message. Because you hugged me." He kissed Reid's mouth. "Because you're you."
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This was intimate, going slow, and if this was just tonight...
Reid bit his lip a moment. "This is more frightening if we slow down," he admitted.
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He couldn't do this slowly; it was too confusing. He curled his fingers in Hotch's undershirt and tugged up. "So stop talking and take me to bed."
Um, did I mention... GUH?!?
"Mmm, what was it you said, take you to bed?" Hotch murmured, his voice going a little funny at the pleasure Reid's closeness sent through him. "C'mere." He lifted, wanting those long legs wrapped around his waist.
AWWW.
He wrapped a leg around Hotch's. "I want you to have me."
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"Hotch," Reid moaned, his tone going whimpery and needy the more Hotch touched and teased him. "Fuck me," he pleaded,
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"Do you want me to go look for the condoms?"
"Yes," Reid said, gazing back at Hotch and hoping Hotch wasn't going to get frustrated and just end this now.
How bad is it that I kept wishing he wouldn't find any?! .:blush:. I mean, I'm 100% pro safe sex in RL, of course, but bareback is definitely one of my fandom kinks, so, um, thanks for going with that. ;)
And also for ultimately going with toppy!Hotch. !!!
♥
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Date: 2008-09-01 10:23 pm (UTC)I'm 100% pro safe sex in RL, of course, but bareback is definitely one of my fandom kinks
I think sometimes Innerslytherin and I tend to aim more towards real life in our fics. I think this is the first CM fic we've written where condoms weren't actually used! LOL
And also for ultimately going with toppy!Hotch.
I'm all for switching roles, because often times people's personalities in RL are very different from those in the bedroom... but Hotch topping is just HAWT, I must admit. YUM!
Thank you so much!
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Date: 2008-09-01 10:58 pm (UTC)I utterly adore awkward sex personally (in fics, at least!), so I'm always happy when Severity indulges me and writes it with me. ;) And Hotch is so intense in his emotions, I just have a hard time writing him easily falling into bed with anyone. I'm glad you liked this!
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Date: 2008-09-01 11:47 pm (UTC)This was sweet without being syrupy and, well, I actually felt like I was reading about Hotch and Reid--not just a couple guys that someone chose to throw the names onto. Loved the humour and the conversations--both what was said aloud and what they thought to themselves. As I said, very much in character which adds depth to the story and so very much appreciated by this reader.
Oh, and not only did I get good characterisation, well--they had hot sex, too. Loved Hotch looking for the condoms, and them ultimately deciding to continue without them. As another posted said above, in RL, I'm 100% for safe sex, but in my fiction, it doesn't usually matter to me. (Unless one of the characters is sleeping around a lot, then yeah...should have).
So, yes, wonderful and I really, really, really hope you all will write some more Hotch/Reid fic. Pretty please? With a naked Hotch on top? ;) *lol*
Again, thank you--this fic brightened my day!
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Date: 2008-09-02 12:27 am (UTC)I can definitely promise we'll be writing more with this pairing.
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Date: 2008-09-02 12:16 am (UTC)Laura.
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Date: 2008-09-02 01:08 am (UTC)so cuteee and funny!
omg i couldn't stop laughing.
anyway great story, love it!
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Date: 2008-09-02 09:01 am (UTC)More?
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Date: 2008-09-02 11:33 am (UTC)More?
*G* I intend to use the blinky eyes more often, so hopefully. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-02 02:49 pm (UTC)btw - i'm in the process of reading 'miles to go'... and i'll leave a big comment on the latest part when i'm done :) x
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Date: 2008-09-02 04:30 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-09-02 05:23 pm (UTC)Awesome fic!
The vision I have of Reid straddling Hotch on the couch! *oh god*
Our boy certainly knows what he wants doesn't he?
First it's "So stop talking and take me to bed." Then it's "Fuck me." Then it's "Would you... suck me?" *bossy boots* *grins*
Love H/R This pairing makes me brain short circuit !!
Me so glad severity_softly converted innerslytherin :o)
btw...I'd love to see Reid Top! *oooh yeh* I can use blinky eyes too you know, watch *blinky blinky*
Looking forward to the next one!
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Date: 2008-09-02 05:35 pm (UTC)Me so glad severity_softly converted innerslytherin :o)
ME TOO! :D
btw...I'd love to see Reid Top!
We've written that, actually, just haven't posted and it's not in this pairing... but we might write it with these two! Top!Reid is HAWT. :D
Thank you so much, hon! :D
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Date: 2008-09-04 08:26 am (UTC)And then you wrote this. How ever did you know? Have you been reading my diary?
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Date: 2009-05-09 04:02 pm (UTC)That was a sexy, sexy treat.
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Date: 2009-06-25 05:30 am (UTC)And on a general note - I absolutely adore the two of you! Your writing is so wonderful - always well-rounded characters, regardless of the length/type of fic. LoveLoveLove you both, and THANK YOU for sharing your amazing talents with the rest of us!!
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Date: 2009-12-28 01:20 am (UTC)again thankyou
Date: 2010-01-28 02:38 am (UTC)thankyou for writing
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