Contemplation
Title: Contemplation
Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Rating/Warnings: R, man on man action, spoliers for the beginning of season 5.
Word Count: 220
Author's Note: Hardest freaking thing I've ever had to write! Gift fic for shadowgardens .
Spencer sometimes struggled to put a name to whatever was between them. It wasn’t a relationship. It wasn’t an affair. It wasn’t even passion. For a while he thought it was just a distraction because they only found each other at the worst times. This thing eased his ache to use, pushed away Hotch’s desperate obsession with finding Foyet, if only for an hour. As he ran careful fingers over the scars on Aaron’s chest, he thought maybe it was solace.
As fingers tangled into hair and lips met, he wished it didn’t need definition. The scrape of stubble against his skin was enough of a distraction for his mind to fall silent. Hotch’s mouth worked its way down the side of his throat and Spencer reached forward, hands running down a plane of marred skin. He thought one of them gasped but couldn’t be sure who.
An hour later, sweating and sated, Reid continued to mull over the definition. He glanced over at Aaron to find him dozing off, a rare look of peace on his face. Leaning over to kiss the other man gently on the mouth, it suddenly occurred to him that this thing between them (whatever its name was) was their only way of keeping sane in the face of the evils that haunted them both.
Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Rating/Warnings: R, man on man action, spoliers for the beginning of season 5.
Word Count: 220
Author's Note: Hardest freaking thing I've ever had to write! Gift fic for shadowgardens .
Spencer sometimes struggled to put a name to whatever was between them. It wasn’t a relationship. It wasn’t an affair. It wasn’t even passion. For a while he thought it was just a distraction because they only found each other at the worst times. This thing eased his ache to use, pushed away Hotch’s desperate obsession with finding Foyet, if only for an hour. As he ran careful fingers over the scars on Aaron’s chest, he thought maybe it was solace.
As fingers tangled into hair and lips met, he wished it didn’t need definition. The scrape of stubble against his skin was enough of a distraction for his mind to fall silent. Hotch’s mouth worked its way down the side of his throat and Spencer reached forward, hands running down a plane of marred skin. He thought one of them gasped but couldn’t be sure who.
An hour later, sweating and sated, Reid continued to mull over the definition. He glanced over at Aaron to find him dozing off, a rare look of peace on his face. Leaning over to kiss the other man gently on the mouth, it suddenly occurred to him that this thing between them (whatever its name was) was their only way of keeping sane in the face of the evils that haunted them both.