[Fic] The Spectacular Adventures of Spencer Reid (pro.)(Spencer/Aaron)(Nc-17)
Title:The Spectacular Adventures of Spencer Reid (pro.)
Characters:Spencer/Hotch
Word count:4169
Rating:NC-17
SummarySpencer has a busy mind and sometimes it gets him into trouble. This time a peice of evidence turns out to be more then anyone bargains for and Spencer and Aaron are sent on a bit of a wild ride.
Authors Notes: This is just the prolouge of the story yes there is more and You the veiwer can help me decode what you want to see. Go on over to the Poll and vote for where our intrepid duo wind up next. Warnings: sex :p
“The journey of a thousand leagues begins with a single step. So we must never neglect any work of peace within our reach, however small.” Q. Adlai E. Stevenson
It started on a case - a kidnapping in a town called Cherry Hill - that had gotten a time clock and a disturbing twist when the local detectives realised that 34 year old Charleen Williams had been with her 8 year old son when she disappeared. By the time the B.A.U had landed, the mother's body had been found but the boy was still missing, worse still the team had found a few similar cases in the other towns in the area - single mothers abducted with their sons and killed, the boys found about a week later horribly mutilated. It had been a race against time, a race against a man so terrifying and twisted that every second the boy stayed with him was a second every heart in the room ached. They had raced against the clock and tracked down the un-sub but there were three possible locations that he could have taken the boy. Not wanting to risk the boys safety, they had hit each place at the same time. It had been a tense time but in the tiny cabin near the abandoned mine entrance they had found the boy shaken and traumatised but thankfully alive. The boy had been cleared out and Hotch and Reid were looking over the scene as evidence was gathered making sure there weren't any more surprises or any other victims somewhere. They had boxed things to study to help them better understand the man who had done these terrible things, to understand that darkness so they could fight it again. Things had gone into boxes and bins and most people didn't think of them again, after all there were more cases to concern themselves with, more lives to save.
It had been almost a year since the Cherry Hill case closed and mostly it had been ignored though catalogued and pored over by interns who came up with their own theories and ideas which were pushed up the lines of paperwork to be forgotten or, in a few rare cases, looked over. Reid was looking though the files now and looking over some of the pieces of evidence making his own notations and memorising everything, it was something he did with old cases from time to time and after what had happened with his father ... well he had decided to come back to a few of the cases that had stayed with him - getting a look at them with a different perspective. He was looking over a few artifacts that Reid could swear were parts of a Chinese puzzle box, when Hotch; who since his divorce had almost turned to living in the building himself when Reid wasn't pushing him to come home making him sit, eat and get some proper sleep in a real bed not on a small hard couch in his office, came into the room to check on him.
"What do you have there?" Hotch murmured, leaning over Reid's shoulder and looking at the wooden pieces in the slender and skilled hands. Reid started at the sudden presence of his boss and also lover behind him and one of the wooden devices cut into his palm just slightly, a cat scratch really but enough that a few drops of blood soaked into the ceder.
"Umm," Reid winced and rubbed his palm on a handkerchief cleaning up the blood and setting down the piece he had been holding before looking into Hotch's concerned eyes. "The Roger Feidman case, I look over some of our closed cases, sometimes expand on our findings ... just a hobby I guess"
Reid blushed slightly though more from embarrassment at his earlier clumsiness then for pawing though an old case. Reid knew he wasn't the only one who did this and Hotch couldn't even accuse him of working too hard, not when the man himself almost had to be forced to leave. Reid knew in fact that if it hadn't been to spend the night with him Hotch might never leave, it worried the younger profiler but he was careful not to bring it up too often not wanting to give Hotch any reminders of Haley, not when she had left enough of her own in Hotch's psyche.
"You alright?" Hotch eyed the scratch but tried not to show too much concern knowing the clumsiness would probably embarrass Spencer, Hotch also knew logically it was just a scratch but after everything that happened to Spencer Hotch couldn't help but to worry about the young man. Reid nodded and packed everything up giving Hotch a smile.
"Ready to go?" he asked giving the other man a 'look' when it seemed that Hotch might tell him he could stay. After all Hotch came away from his work voluntarily so it wasn't something that Reid was about to pass up for looking over dusty notes and the scattered remains of one man's obsessions in boxes.
Hotch chuckled seeing Reid's 'determined face', something he had seen before the slender man faced down bomb wielding psychopaths and Hotch knew he didn't have a chance to back down now that he had made the gesture. Hotch smiled and nodded as Reid hastily though carefully packaged up the evidence after leaving a note about the incident in the box and then turned ready to go. Hotch smiled as they headed out of the archives and toward the elevators, Reid was talking a mile a minute and Hotch was paying only enough attention to respond at appropriate moments. He loved watching Reid getting expositional - the gestures, the posture, even the subtle tilt of the head made Hotch want to grab the younger man and bend him over the nearest desk and ... Hotch realised his attention must have wandered too far since he was getting a bemused look from his lover. He shrugged and leaned 'casually' against the wall of the elevator knowing that Reid's eyes were on him on their way down to the garage and into his SUV. Once clear of the shadows of the building he watched the younger man in the passenger seat relax visibly and watch the play of light and colour from neon signs, traffic and tail lights painting splashes over brick and glass. Hotch should have realised though that his slip up wouldn't have slipped the intelligent young man's thoughts.
"What were you thinking about before we got on the elevator?" Reid was leaning back in his seat looking almost lazy, his lean body stretched out in such a subconsciously sensual way that Hotch felt his mouth go dry. He was forced to swallow twice before he felt comfortable speaking.
"You to be honest." Hotch noted with some pride he at least didn't sound like some beast who wanted to ravish the other heedlessly where he sat. Reid raised an eyebrow slightly and ran a hand though his hair, giving it an even more messy then normal look.
"What about me ..that didn't seem like your typical looks?" Not for the first time Hotch cursed the natural curiosity and determination that made Reid so... perfect for this field that they were in. Once the younger man got his teeth into something he wouldn't let go rather like a bulldog gnawing a bone. Hotch knew he could lie, he could probably even do it convincingly enough that Reid wouldn't catch on but then what would he feel about himself?
"About bending you over on Morgan's desk and fucking you 'til you begged for mercy." Despite the frank kinkiness and sexuality of the words he kept his tone carefully neutral as he watched Reid after all they had been lovers for a few months now but neither one of them had really tried or discussed anything quite so... different.
Reid for his part raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtful a moment, his head tilted before his lips turned down into a frown and Hotch braced himself expecting to be called a pervert. For Reid...Spencer to think of him like one of their un-subs one step away from... Hotch's thoughts were interrupted by Reid's voice in the suddenly small cab of the dark SUV.
"Well... you know if we left a mess on Morgan's desk he would tease me endlessly... not to mention what ever prank he might use to get back at me... then again I'm not sure any of the team would be much better about it ..." Reid didn't seem disgusted in fact judging by the pink that had appeared on his ears he was a little embarrassed but aroused as well. Before Hotch could get over his shock of that to actually speak Reid continued "we could christen your desk, or mine for that matter, though the cameras might make things a little ... interesting to say the least." Reid shrugged and smiled at Hotch before settling back in his seat and Hotch wasn't sure Reid was as innocent as he seemed to be sometimes. ''Your place or mine?'' The question was asked with only a look at the red light of one intersection, but invariably unless the need between them was simply too great to drive the extra distance it usually ended up at Hotch's. It had more space, the kitchen was generally better stocked and it was more convenient for Hotch to be home so he could get a few hours of work in at his home office while still keeping Reid happy by getting some proper sleep and food into himself. Normally they would take their own transportation but it wasn't the first time they travel together nor would it be the last. Their relationship, an open secret of sorts that no one really minded, it was good for both of them was the general consensus among their team; or so the sly smiles seemed to say.
By the time they pulled in, both of their minds however were not on cars, or the B.A.U or their team mates. Hotch pulled Reid into the front door and kissed the man against the wall as he unlocked the door one handed. Reid for his part was busy divesting both of them, his own shirt pulled off between passionate kisses. The moment Hotch's arm dropped away from the lock his jacket was pushed down his shoulders, tangling the arms a moment before it joined Reid's shirt on the floor. It looked like some kind of modern art. Some part of Reid's mind mused looking at the two tops both so different, his own semi loud print and vest mixed with Hotch's plain white and jacket. Tangled together like lovers on the hardwood floor. 'Perhaps something titled 'heedless passion'' mused Reid before Hotch distracted his often wandering mind with a nip to the collarbone causing Reid's back to arch and his knees wobble as Hotch took full advantage of one of his more sensitive spots.
"You're over thinking things again Spencer," Hotch murmured, his lips inches above Reid's collarbone causing delightful shivers of air over the sensitive still damp flesh. Reid shuddered whether from the breath or the use of his first name he wasn't sure, there was something pure about the fact it was never 'Spencer' except times like this - alone and intimate moments.
"Aaron I need you inside me tonight please." Reid's normally hitching voice when talking about personal things was instead dark and fluid like sweet amber honey, as it washed over Hotch's ears. A hand with strong fingers, calloused by the gun, more often held then left at the side; touched that golden brown hair, gentle when compared to the press of lips and crush of bodies.
"Yes Spencer tell me what you want, tell me what you need." Hotch's voice had dropped an octave as he all but growled against the other man's lips as he moved them toward the staircase. Reid knew that his time with Haley had left a fierce passion in Hotch for dirty talk. The first time Reid himself had brought it into the bedroom, the man had been shocked and yet incredibly turned on. Now it was something of a fetish, something only for them, something Hotch had never done with anyone else, and for Reid the thrill was just in seeing that loss of control.
"Umm Aaron please, I need to feel you inside me thrusting, hard and deep. I need you to push me down on all fours, take me from behind, please Aaron fuck me, cum in me." Reid's voice broke slightly as Hotch hefted him up into his arms and carried him up stairs like some kind of caveman. The action and the tiny growl of desire he could hear coming from Hotch was enough to make his own cock achingly hard. Reid wasn't sure what started this wave of need and desire, the talk of the office sex, the length of time since they had last been able to get more then 5 minutes alone, or the joy coming from a completed case, but he was more then willing to ride out the wave to its pleasant though slightly sticky end. Hotch dropped Reid on the bed, unbuttoning and pulling off the khaki slacks and boxer briefs in one smooth move. These items found their way to the side of the room soon followed by Reid's almost too colourful socks as well as Hotch's own pants. With them both naked Hotch took a moment to admire the lean body splayed out on the dark bed spread before he tangled his fingers in the honey hair. He kissed Reid passionately as he reached over to get the lube from the bed side stand, where it lived along with the condoms, though those had not been used in some time after Reid admitted blushingly to a desire to feel Hotch's cum inside him afterward.
"You're sure Spencer, you want me to take you like an animal?" Hotch's voice was husky as he spoke and he watched a faint flush pass over Reid's face, but the other man nodded and Hotch kissed him one more time before swatting his thigh gently. "All fours then." Hotch couldn't keep the growl of desire out of his voice as Reid licked his lips before turning onto all fours legs slightly apart. Hotch placed kisses on the younger man's back as he gently stroked the sensitive flesh of Reid's inner thighs. Moving his kisses down even as his hands moved up, Hotch then moved the line of kisses up 'til he reached Reid's ass then he lightly kissed each cheek before parting them lightly with his fingers to place a kiss on the awaiting hole there watching the muscles under the flesh clench as Reid drew in a shuddering breath. "Umm Spencer." Hotch's voice rumbled from his chest as he kissed the hole again once, twice and thrice before his tongue darted out and pushed inside the gripping ring of warm flesh. Hotch smirked to himself hearing Reid's whimpers as he tongued that sensitive flesh, 'Spencer never fails to be surprised when I do this' thought Hotch to himself, ignoring the fact that it had surprised the hell out of him the first time he had gotten the urge to taste the young man in this fashion. Now it was another one of those things they knew inflamed their lover all the more, talking dirty, rimming, and a half a dozen other little things they did to drive each other wild. Hotch continued working the other man over with his tongue until he heard the small panting sounds of need coming from him, only then switching over to his fingers to prepare Reid properly. The gasps and groans drove straight to his groin, inflaming his already throbbing erection. His fingers one, then two, then three, sliding in and out working Reid carefully though perhaps a little more quickly then normally. After Reid's hips were snapping back his fingers, Hotch lubricated his cock with more of the gel. "You want this, need it, need me, to fuck you, fill you?" he asked, the head of his cock teasing Reid's hole, listening to the whimpers of need and frustration coming from the man before him.
"Aaron please, need you, need you now, please." Reid begged almost insensate by this time from Hotch's wonderful tongue and fingers. Hotch grunted once and hissed "yes" before burying himself in the younger man's heat. As requested Hotch kept his thrusts deep and hard, but slow, until he couldn't hold off any more and his hips snapped forward getting faster with the last few thrusts before spilling himself into the willing body under him. Hotch growled as he came and he was reasonably sure Reid was now supporting a pair of hard to explain hand shaped bruises on his hips.
His senses came back to him fully after a moment and he moved off the younger man rather then crushing him into the mattress. Reid protested the movement though Hotch knew his body would appreciate the move come morning. Hotch summoned the energy to get off the bed and got a cloth to clean them both up tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket in the corner. Reid murmured his thanks and curled up, around Aaron, more asleep then awake. Hotch watched him for a moment - sex always wore Reid out, and it was the only time the young man would go to sleep without rambling on about one topic or another for what seemed like hours the way it always was when they were on assignment. It was one of their firm rules no sex while in the field, well one of his rules if he was honest with himself, but Hotch knew if he let himself he would be unable to control his reactions if he couldn't separate Spencer his lover, from Dr. Reid his subordinate. 'If I could, we'd be open, I'd take you to restaurants, family outings, I'd even take a pay cut and step down as team leader if I thought it would help...one day...one day I'll have all of you, all of the time.' Hotch sighed but smiled slightly at the thought of their 'one day' as he drifted off to sleep with his arms around Reid.
Morning found Hotch working in his home office on some files he must have brought with him from the office, and Reid watching something on the History Channel making note of any inaccuracies so he can write in about them later, his one hand curled around the warmth of a coffee cup filled with the Hawaiian Blue Hotch had used to coax him out of bed. It was actually his second cup, as Reid worked not only to re-caffeinate his blood stream but also enjoyed the robust flavour of the slightly pricey coffee. After he had drained the cup, Reid placed it into the sink and rubbed the back of his neck. He had a strange, 'antsy' feeling and he wasn't sure what was motivating the endorphin response. He washed the dishes in the sink but he felt the need to get out still so he decided he'd go to his place, get some more clothing and grab some groceries since Hotch was doing work anyway. Reid went up to talk to Hotch and to check if he needed anything before heading out.Hhe took Hotch's car since it would be easier then taking a cab with a promise to be back in an hour or so.
When Hotch lifted his head from the last of the files he realised how dark it was outside of the window and winced hoping Reid wasn't annoyed with him for working so long. He put the finished files back in the briefcase and went to find Reid but after checking the kitchen and the living room, then doing a full sweep of the house and finding nothing, Hotch went outside seeing the car still missing from the driveway. "Where..?" Hotch looked at the clock in the front hall seeing Reid had been out for the last four hours well past the one hour time line he had originally predicted. While Hotch didn't mind too much he was worried something had happened to have kept the younger man from at least calling. Pulling out his phone Hotch dialled Reid's number and two rings later Reid's voice appeared on the other line.
"Hotch? Uhh sorry I'm late I'm ... I've...I need to finish this so ... I'll see you .. When I... Soon I should be done soon, just these last two pieces...Love you," then the phone clicked off before Hotch had a chance to even speak. He stared at his phone dumbfounded a moment then he went to get into his suit even as he called a cab. The last time he had heard Reid so distracted and all but stumbling over his own words had been when he had been hooked on that devil drug. True, Dr. Spencer Reid did tend to ramble, but there were different levels of babbling, and this was too incoherent for Hotch. 'What did I miss, what could have upset him that much, I just hope I'm wrong ... Anything but that I'd rather catch him sleeping with someone else than find out he's using again ...' The thoughts raced, with many similar ones about what he could have done to prevent this as the taxi took him to the B.A.U. offices knowing Reid might not actually be there but hoping that maybe he was, maybe this was all a misunderstanding on Hotch's part. He talked to one of the guards and found out at least that Reid was in there, that was a point in his favour at least. Hotch was still worried but slightly less so, surely if Reid was going to use he wouldn't come into the office to do it? Hotch found Reid in one of the archive rooms bent over the desk, something in his hands, the rest of the evidence scattered about almost carelessly.
"Reid?" He tried to keep the sharpness out of his voice, but the younger man's head jerked up and Hotch was glad at least to see his eyes looked clear.
"Hotch, I'm sorry I... I was doing errands but I couldn't get this out of my head, I had to solve it ... I'm not even sure why I just..." He gestured helplessly at the almost completed puzzle in one hand, the last piece in the other.
"Reid just promise me you're not... under the influence of anything..." He laid a hand on the other man's shoulder watching the brown eyes widen as Reid shook his head vehemently, understanding exactly what Hotch was asking.
"No ... oh god no I didn't... I'm not, I swear I just .... couldn't get it out of my head... I'm sorry sometimes I get really fixated on things." Reid looked down at the puzzle in his hands, ashamed for worrying Hotch that way. " I..." Before he could speak Hotch squeezed his shoulder gently.
"It's alright, go ahead and finish. As long as you're ok, I'm ok... I was caught up in work anyway," Hotch murmured with a faint chuckle.
Reid looked at the puzzle in his hands wanting to set it down now, but the urge to finish it hadn't really diminished and seeing as Hotch didn't mind.... Reid's fingers slid pieces, shifting the complex pattern of interlocking wooden pieces and then finally after about 10 minutes of this, he slid the last piece into the puzzle smiling as it completed a shape like a crystal, a diamond or three dimensional mirrored pyramid. It was really quite lovely, the carving on the wood meaningless swirls and lines when it was in pieces, revealed itself to be a nine tailed fox when complete.
"Interesting," murmured Hotch, "a Schizophrenic like Feidman shouldn't have been able to complete something that complex... it must have come from one of his victims." Neither man was aware that there was energy building up inside the wood, neither aware that something was about to happen.
"Odd, the eye of the fox seem to be loose." Reid put slightly more pressure on it and both men heard a slight click but before anyone could react, before they could think to move, everything in the room was blindingly bright and then they were gone. The building went dark for exactly .05 of a second and then the world was quiet. The electronic record would now record Reid and Hotch leaving the building, neither man would be expected back in for a week after all they were on vacation.
‘Our universe may be but one of perhaps infinitely many universes in an inconceivably vast multiverse.’ Tim Folger
Characters:Spencer/Hotch
Word count:4169
Rating:NC-17
SummarySpencer has a busy mind and sometimes it gets him into trouble. This time a peice of evidence turns out to be more then anyone bargains for and Spencer and Aaron are sent on a bit of a wild ride.
Authors Notes: This is just the prolouge of the story yes there is more and You the veiwer can help me decode what you want to see. Go on over to the Poll and vote for where our intrepid duo wind up next. Warnings: sex :p
“The journey of a thousand leagues begins with a single step. So we must never neglect any work of peace within our reach, however small.” Q. Adlai E. Stevenson
It started on a case - a kidnapping in a town called Cherry Hill - that had gotten a time clock and a disturbing twist when the local detectives realised that 34 year old Charleen Williams had been with her 8 year old son when she disappeared. By the time the B.A.U had landed, the mother's body had been found but the boy was still missing, worse still the team had found a few similar cases in the other towns in the area - single mothers abducted with their sons and killed, the boys found about a week later horribly mutilated. It had been a race against time, a race against a man so terrifying and twisted that every second the boy stayed with him was a second every heart in the room ached. They had raced against the clock and tracked down the un-sub but there were three possible locations that he could have taken the boy. Not wanting to risk the boys safety, they had hit each place at the same time. It had been a tense time but in the tiny cabin near the abandoned mine entrance they had found the boy shaken and traumatised but thankfully alive. The boy had been cleared out and Hotch and Reid were looking over the scene as evidence was gathered making sure there weren't any more surprises or any other victims somewhere. They had boxed things to study to help them better understand the man who had done these terrible things, to understand that darkness so they could fight it again. Things had gone into boxes and bins and most people didn't think of them again, after all there were more cases to concern themselves with, more lives to save.
It had been almost a year since the Cherry Hill case closed and mostly it had been ignored though catalogued and pored over by interns who came up with their own theories and ideas which were pushed up the lines of paperwork to be forgotten or, in a few rare cases, looked over. Reid was looking though the files now and looking over some of the pieces of evidence making his own notations and memorising everything, it was something he did with old cases from time to time and after what had happened with his father ... well he had decided to come back to a few of the cases that had stayed with him - getting a look at them with a different perspective. He was looking over a few artifacts that Reid could swear were parts of a Chinese puzzle box, when Hotch; who since his divorce had almost turned to living in the building himself when Reid wasn't pushing him to come home making him sit, eat and get some proper sleep in a real bed not on a small hard couch in his office, came into the room to check on him.
"What do you have there?" Hotch murmured, leaning over Reid's shoulder and looking at the wooden pieces in the slender and skilled hands. Reid started at the sudden presence of his boss and also lover behind him and one of the wooden devices cut into his palm just slightly, a cat scratch really but enough that a few drops of blood soaked into the ceder.
"Umm," Reid winced and rubbed his palm on a handkerchief cleaning up the blood and setting down the piece he had been holding before looking into Hotch's concerned eyes. "The Roger Feidman case, I look over some of our closed cases, sometimes expand on our findings ... just a hobby I guess"
Reid blushed slightly though more from embarrassment at his earlier clumsiness then for pawing though an old case. Reid knew he wasn't the only one who did this and Hotch couldn't even accuse him of working too hard, not when the man himself almost had to be forced to leave. Reid knew in fact that if it hadn't been to spend the night with him Hotch might never leave, it worried the younger profiler but he was careful not to bring it up too often not wanting to give Hotch any reminders of Haley, not when she had left enough of her own in Hotch's psyche.
"You alright?" Hotch eyed the scratch but tried not to show too much concern knowing the clumsiness would probably embarrass Spencer, Hotch also knew logically it was just a scratch but after everything that happened to Spencer Hotch couldn't help but to worry about the young man. Reid nodded and packed everything up giving Hotch a smile.
"Ready to go?" he asked giving the other man a 'look' when it seemed that Hotch might tell him he could stay. After all Hotch came away from his work voluntarily so it wasn't something that Reid was about to pass up for looking over dusty notes and the scattered remains of one man's obsessions in boxes.
Hotch chuckled seeing Reid's 'determined face', something he had seen before the slender man faced down bomb wielding psychopaths and Hotch knew he didn't have a chance to back down now that he had made the gesture. Hotch smiled and nodded as Reid hastily though carefully packaged up the evidence after leaving a note about the incident in the box and then turned ready to go. Hotch smiled as they headed out of the archives and toward the elevators, Reid was talking a mile a minute and Hotch was paying only enough attention to respond at appropriate moments. He loved watching Reid getting expositional - the gestures, the posture, even the subtle tilt of the head made Hotch want to grab the younger man and bend him over the nearest desk and ... Hotch realised his attention must have wandered too far since he was getting a bemused look from his lover. He shrugged and leaned 'casually' against the wall of the elevator knowing that Reid's eyes were on him on their way down to the garage and into his SUV. Once clear of the shadows of the building he watched the younger man in the passenger seat relax visibly and watch the play of light and colour from neon signs, traffic and tail lights painting splashes over brick and glass. Hotch should have realised though that his slip up wouldn't have slipped the intelligent young man's thoughts.
"What were you thinking about before we got on the elevator?" Reid was leaning back in his seat looking almost lazy, his lean body stretched out in such a subconsciously sensual way that Hotch felt his mouth go dry. He was forced to swallow twice before he felt comfortable speaking.
"You to be honest." Hotch noted with some pride he at least didn't sound like some beast who wanted to ravish the other heedlessly where he sat. Reid raised an eyebrow slightly and ran a hand though his hair, giving it an even more messy then normal look.
"What about me ..that didn't seem like your typical looks?" Not for the first time Hotch cursed the natural curiosity and determination that made Reid so... perfect for this field that they were in. Once the younger man got his teeth into something he wouldn't let go rather like a bulldog gnawing a bone. Hotch knew he could lie, he could probably even do it convincingly enough that Reid wouldn't catch on but then what would he feel about himself?
"About bending you over on Morgan's desk and fucking you 'til you begged for mercy." Despite the frank kinkiness and sexuality of the words he kept his tone carefully neutral as he watched Reid after all they had been lovers for a few months now but neither one of them had really tried or discussed anything quite so... different.
Reid for his part raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtful a moment, his head tilted before his lips turned down into a frown and Hotch braced himself expecting to be called a pervert. For Reid...Spencer to think of him like one of their un-subs one step away from... Hotch's thoughts were interrupted by Reid's voice in the suddenly small cab of the dark SUV.
"Well... you know if we left a mess on Morgan's desk he would tease me endlessly... not to mention what ever prank he might use to get back at me... then again I'm not sure any of the team would be much better about it ..." Reid didn't seem disgusted in fact judging by the pink that had appeared on his ears he was a little embarrassed but aroused as well. Before Hotch could get over his shock of that to actually speak Reid continued "we could christen your desk, or mine for that matter, though the cameras might make things a little ... interesting to say the least." Reid shrugged and smiled at Hotch before settling back in his seat and Hotch wasn't sure Reid was as innocent as he seemed to be sometimes. ''Your place or mine?'' The question was asked with only a look at the red light of one intersection, but invariably unless the need between them was simply too great to drive the extra distance it usually ended up at Hotch's. It had more space, the kitchen was generally better stocked and it was more convenient for Hotch to be home so he could get a few hours of work in at his home office while still keeping Reid happy by getting some proper sleep and food into himself. Normally they would take their own transportation but it wasn't the first time they travel together nor would it be the last. Their relationship, an open secret of sorts that no one really minded, it was good for both of them was the general consensus among their team; or so the sly smiles seemed to say.
By the time they pulled in, both of their minds however were not on cars, or the B.A.U or their team mates. Hotch pulled Reid into the front door and kissed the man against the wall as he unlocked the door one handed. Reid for his part was busy divesting both of them, his own shirt pulled off between passionate kisses. The moment Hotch's arm dropped away from the lock his jacket was pushed down his shoulders, tangling the arms a moment before it joined Reid's shirt on the floor. It looked like some kind of modern art. Some part of Reid's mind mused looking at the two tops both so different, his own semi loud print and vest mixed with Hotch's plain white and jacket. Tangled together like lovers on the hardwood floor. 'Perhaps something titled 'heedless passion'' mused Reid before Hotch distracted his often wandering mind with a nip to the collarbone causing Reid's back to arch and his knees wobble as Hotch took full advantage of one of his more sensitive spots.
"You're over thinking things again Spencer," Hotch murmured, his lips inches above Reid's collarbone causing delightful shivers of air over the sensitive still damp flesh. Reid shuddered whether from the breath or the use of his first name he wasn't sure, there was something pure about the fact it was never 'Spencer' except times like this - alone and intimate moments.
"Aaron I need you inside me tonight please." Reid's normally hitching voice when talking about personal things was instead dark and fluid like sweet amber honey, as it washed over Hotch's ears. A hand with strong fingers, calloused by the gun, more often held then left at the side; touched that golden brown hair, gentle when compared to the press of lips and crush of bodies.
"Yes Spencer tell me what you want, tell me what you need." Hotch's voice had dropped an octave as he all but growled against the other man's lips as he moved them toward the staircase. Reid knew that his time with Haley had left a fierce passion in Hotch for dirty talk. The first time Reid himself had brought it into the bedroom, the man had been shocked and yet incredibly turned on. Now it was something of a fetish, something only for them, something Hotch had never done with anyone else, and for Reid the thrill was just in seeing that loss of control.
"Umm Aaron please, I need to feel you inside me thrusting, hard and deep. I need you to push me down on all fours, take me from behind, please Aaron fuck me, cum in me." Reid's voice broke slightly as Hotch hefted him up into his arms and carried him up stairs like some kind of caveman. The action and the tiny growl of desire he could hear coming from Hotch was enough to make his own cock achingly hard. Reid wasn't sure what started this wave of need and desire, the talk of the office sex, the length of time since they had last been able to get more then 5 minutes alone, or the joy coming from a completed case, but he was more then willing to ride out the wave to its pleasant though slightly sticky end. Hotch dropped Reid on the bed, unbuttoning and pulling off the khaki slacks and boxer briefs in one smooth move. These items found their way to the side of the room soon followed by Reid's almost too colourful socks as well as Hotch's own pants. With them both naked Hotch took a moment to admire the lean body splayed out on the dark bed spread before he tangled his fingers in the honey hair. He kissed Reid passionately as he reached over to get the lube from the bed side stand, where it lived along with the condoms, though those had not been used in some time after Reid admitted blushingly to a desire to feel Hotch's cum inside him afterward.
"You're sure Spencer, you want me to take you like an animal?" Hotch's voice was husky as he spoke and he watched a faint flush pass over Reid's face, but the other man nodded and Hotch kissed him one more time before swatting his thigh gently. "All fours then." Hotch couldn't keep the growl of desire out of his voice as Reid licked his lips before turning onto all fours legs slightly apart. Hotch placed kisses on the younger man's back as he gently stroked the sensitive flesh of Reid's inner thighs. Moving his kisses down even as his hands moved up, Hotch then moved the line of kisses up 'til he reached Reid's ass then he lightly kissed each cheek before parting them lightly with his fingers to place a kiss on the awaiting hole there watching the muscles under the flesh clench as Reid drew in a shuddering breath. "Umm Spencer." Hotch's voice rumbled from his chest as he kissed the hole again once, twice and thrice before his tongue darted out and pushed inside the gripping ring of warm flesh. Hotch smirked to himself hearing Reid's whimpers as he tongued that sensitive flesh, 'Spencer never fails to be surprised when I do this' thought Hotch to himself, ignoring the fact that it had surprised the hell out of him the first time he had gotten the urge to taste the young man in this fashion. Now it was another one of those things they knew inflamed their lover all the more, talking dirty, rimming, and a half a dozen other little things they did to drive each other wild. Hotch continued working the other man over with his tongue until he heard the small panting sounds of need coming from him, only then switching over to his fingers to prepare Reid properly. The gasps and groans drove straight to his groin, inflaming his already throbbing erection. His fingers one, then two, then three, sliding in and out working Reid carefully though perhaps a little more quickly then normally. After Reid's hips were snapping back his fingers, Hotch lubricated his cock with more of the gel. "You want this, need it, need me, to fuck you, fill you?" he asked, the head of his cock teasing Reid's hole, listening to the whimpers of need and frustration coming from the man before him.
"Aaron please, need you, need you now, please." Reid begged almost insensate by this time from Hotch's wonderful tongue and fingers. Hotch grunted once and hissed "yes" before burying himself in the younger man's heat. As requested Hotch kept his thrusts deep and hard, but slow, until he couldn't hold off any more and his hips snapped forward getting faster with the last few thrusts before spilling himself into the willing body under him. Hotch growled as he came and he was reasonably sure Reid was now supporting a pair of hard to explain hand shaped bruises on his hips.
His senses came back to him fully after a moment and he moved off the younger man rather then crushing him into the mattress. Reid protested the movement though Hotch knew his body would appreciate the move come morning. Hotch summoned the energy to get off the bed and got a cloth to clean them both up tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket in the corner. Reid murmured his thanks and curled up, around Aaron, more asleep then awake. Hotch watched him for a moment - sex always wore Reid out, and it was the only time the young man would go to sleep without rambling on about one topic or another for what seemed like hours the way it always was when they were on assignment. It was one of their firm rules no sex while in the field, well one of his rules if he was honest with himself, but Hotch knew if he let himself he would be unable to control his reactions if he couldn't separate Spencer his lover, from Dr. Reid his subordinate. 'If I could, we'd be open, I'd take you to restaurants, family outings, I'd even take a pay cut and step down as team leader if I thought it would help...one day...one day I'll have all of you, all of the time.' Hotch sighed but smiled slightly at the thought of their 'one day' as he drifted off to sleep with his arms around Reid.
Morning found Hotch working in his home office on some files he must have brought with him from the office, and Reid watching something on the History Channel making note of any inaccuracies so he can write in about them later, his one hand curled around the warmth of a coffee cup filled with the Hawaiian Blue Hotch had used to coax him out of bed. It was actually his second cup, as Reid worked not only to re-caffeinate his blood stream but also enjoyed the robust flavour of the slightly pricey coffee. After he had drained the cup, Reid placed it into the sink and rubbed the back of his neck. He had a strange, 'antsy' feeling and he wasn't sure what was motivating the endorphin response. He washed the dishes in the sink but he felt the need to get out still so he decided he'd go to his place, get some more clothing and grab some groceries since Hotch was doing work anyway. Reid went up to talk to Hotch and to check if he needed anything before heading out.Hhe took Hotch's car since it would be easier then taking a cab with a promise to be back in an hour or so.
When Hotch lifted his head from the last of the files he realised how dark it was outside of the window and winced hoping Reid wasn't annoyed with him for working so long. He put the finished files back in the briefcase and went to find Reid but after checking the kitchen and the living room, then doing a full sweep of the house and finding nothing, Hotch went outside seeing the car still missing from the driveway. "Where..?" Hotch looked at the clock in the front hall seeing Reid had been out for the last four hours well past the one hour time line he had originally predicted. While Hotch didn't mind too much he was worried something had happened to have kept the younger man from at least calling. Pulling out his phone Hotch dialled Reid's number and two rings later Reid's voice appeared on the other line.
"Hotch? Uhh sorry I'm late I'm ... I've...I need to finish this so ... I'll see you .. When I... Soon I should be done soon, just these last two pieces...Love you," then the phone clicked off before Hotch had a chance to even speak. He stared at his phone dumbfounded a moment then he went to get into his suit even as he called a cab. The last time he had heard Reid so distracted and all but stumbling over his own words had been when he had been hooked on that devil drug. True, Dr. Spencer Reid did tend to ramble, but there were different levels of babbling, and this was too incoherent for Hotch. 'What did I miss, what could have upset him that much, I just hope I'm wrong ... Anything but that I'd rather catch him sleeping with someone else than find out he's using again ...' The thoughts raced, with many similar ones about what he could have done to prevent this as the taxi took him to the B.A.U. offices knowing Reid might not actually be there but hoping that maybe he was, maybe this was all a misunderstanding on Hotch's part. He talked to one of the guards and found out at least that Reid was in there, that was a point in his favour at least. Hotch was still worried but slightly less so, surely if Reid was going to use he wouldn't come into the office to do it? Hotch found Reid in one of the archive rooms bent over the desk, something in his hands, the rest of the evidence scattered about almost carelessly.
"Reid?" He tried to keep the sharpness out of his voice, but the younger man's head jerked up and Hotch was glad at least to see his eyes looked clear.
"Hotch, I'm sorry I... I was doing errands but I couldn't get this out of my head, I had to solve it ... I'm not even sure why I just..." He gestured helplessly at the almost completed puzzle in one hand, the last piece in the other.
"Reid just promise me you're not... under the influence of anything..." He laid a hand on the other man's shoulder watching the brown eyes widen as Reid shook his head vehemently, understanding exactly what Hotch was asking.
"No ... oh god no I didn't... I'm not, I swear I just .... couldn't get it out of my head... I'm sorry sometimes I get really fixated on things." Reid looked down at the puzzle in his hands, ashamed for worrying Hotch that way. " I..." Before he could speak Hotch squeezed his shoulder gently.
"It's alright, go ahead and finish. As long as you're ok, I'm ok... I was caught up in work anyway," Hotch murmured with a faint chuckle.
Reid looked at the puzzle in his hands wanting to set it down now, but the urge to finish it hadn't really diminished and seeing as Hotch didn't mind.... Reid's fingers slid pieces, shifting the complex pattern of interlocking wooden pieces and then finally after about 10 minutes of this, he slid the last piece into the puzzle smiling as it completed a shape like a crystal, a diamond or three dimensional mirrored pyramid. It was really quite lovely, the carving on the wood meaningless swirls and lines when it was in pieces, revealed itself to be a nine tailed fox when complete.
"Interesting," murmured Hotch, "a Schizophrenic like Feidman shouldn't have been able to complete something that complex... it must have come from one of his victims." Neither man was aware that there was energy building up inside the wood, neither aware that something was about to happen.
"Odd, the eye of the fox seem to be loose." Reid put slightly more pressure on it and both men heard a slight click but before anyone could react, before they could think to move, everything in the room was blindingly bright and then they were gone. The building went dark for exactly .05 of a second and then the world was quiet. The electronic record would now record Reid and Hotch leaving the building, neither man would be expected back in for a week after all they were on vacation.
‘Our universe may be but one of perhaps infinitely many universes in an inconceivably vast multiverse.’ Tim Folger