Fic: Boss In Toyland (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, NC-17)
Title: Boss In Toyland
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Hey, it’s me.” Reid greeted when J.J. answered her phone. “How’s everything?”
“We’re doing fine. I know holiday mode is not exactly your forte, but try. This is the fourth time you call me. We’re doing fine and we don’t even have a case right now, so we can actually go home on time and have a real weekend. Even Hotch left on time, and I was almost out the door when you called. Just enjoy Vegas and I’ll see you when you two come back. How’s Morgan?”
“I had to ban him from the slot machines.”
“Showgirls?”
“No, actual slot machines. He lost two hundred bucks in half an hour.”
“You better go keep an eye on him.” J.J. giggled. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
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For once Hotch had a hard time keeping his face nondescript. This place wasn’t his usual stomping ground and he could feel the clerk’s eyes in his back. He quickly scanned the shelf’s and headed to the back of the shop. The range of brands and types was overwhelming. He hunted down one that seemed to be the right size, grabbed it and went to the checkout.
The clerk gave him a curious look and scanned the barcode from the box.
“Planning a fun night in?”
“None of your business.”
“Nineteen and fifty. And if you need some training for that, we got some instruction videos.”
For the first time in over twenty years, Hotch blushed. He pulled some notes from his wallets, threw them on the counter and marched out with his purchases.
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Laptop was humming on the coffee table and Hotch went through page after page, and made notes on a small notebook. Finally he closed the computer. He took his notes and browsed through six pages of small print. No matter how many times he had tried to gather his nerve and do it, it always seemed awkward. The urge had come months ago when he had seen the home video Reid had done with Morgan. The live show the genius had put on to give him some closure had only added fuel to the flame.
Hotch got up and headed to the bathroom. He stripped and stepped under the spray, letting his mind wander. The thought had haunted him ever since he had seen that video. He could remember every part of it. Every moan, every stroke, every small movement. And the look of pleasure on Morgan’s face when Reid took him. Hotch couldn’t get that out of his head. The ultimate surrender. Piece by piece his fantasies had become more and more detailed, taking over Morgan’s place under Reid.
He thought about the item he had bought from the shop. He simply couldn`t go and get someone else to do it to him. If he couldn’t have Reid to do it to him, he wasn’t going to accept somebody else. He didn’t want anyone else to do that to him. Hotch turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.
He dried himself slowly. The whole thing was something he wanted to take slowly. He dropped the towel on the floor and walked to the bedroom, letting the cool air caress his bare skin. The thing was waiting on his nightstand. Hotch laid down on the and turned to look at it. He had tried to find one that would match Reid’s size and shape, but right now it looked absolutely huge. The lump of horror climbed up his throat.
He took a long breath, trying to focus on his regular fantasies to loosen up. The mental images came in seconds. It was his favourite fantasy.
The office was almost dark, and the staff had left long ago. Only light in the darkness was the tablelamp on Hotch`s desk. A sudden creek came from the door and Hotch jumped up. A willowy shadow stepped closer and into the circle of light.
“Just me, don’t shoot.”
Hotch realised he had his hand on his gun holster. He shrugged and let go of it.
“Instinct.”
“Natural instincts are essential part of the human survival as an individual and as a specie.” Reid grinned and leaned against the desk. “Everyone’s gone. I waited for hours for that grumpy redhead to finish his paperwork and leave.”
“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Hotch took a step closer, pressing him against the desk. The light from the lamp made Reid’s hair glimmer like a halo.
“Did you do what I told you to do?” Reid grinned and kissed him.
“Don’t I always? It was pure agony…. All day…. And I couldn’t get you out of my mind with that thing reminding me that we can’t do anything….”
“We´re alone now. You know what I want.”
Hotch unbuttoned his dress pants and turned around, bending over the table. Reid’s hands travelled down the back of his coat and down to his ass, jiggling the butt plug to make Hotch moan.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve been waiting all day to be alone with you.”
“You’re the one who wanted to do this here.” Reid chuckled. He pulled the plug out carefully, and replaced it with two of his long fingers. “Are you sure you’re well stretched?”
“Yes! Don’t tease me!” Hotch almost yelled. “Do it already.”
Reid scissored his fingers inside his lover. “You should see yourself right now. Bending over, pants down in your ankles, begging for it.” He leaned forward and kissed Hotch`s temple. “Good boy.”
“Only for you.”
Hotch stroked his cock slowly. He grabbed a little bottle of lube from the nightstand, poured some on his fingers and reached down to caress his entrance. He massaged it slowly and carefully pushed one finger in. That was as far as he had gone. The initial feeling of burn was slowly replaced by an odd feeling. He fingered himself carefully, trying to figure out what felt good. He added another finger.
Then it happened. A strike of intensity struck through him, making him see spots.
Hotch had to grin. He had never found that spot before. He pulled the digits out and reached for the toy he had left on the nightstand. It was hell of a lot bigger than two fingers. He kept flashing back to the intense pleasure had just reached and to the fantasy of him and Reid in his office. He decided to take the bull by the horns. He took the dildo and covered it thoroughly with lube.
Hotch leaned against the desk and waited. He felt hands on his waist and then Reid entered him with one smooth thrust. Hotch moaned, trying to push back, trying to take Reid all the way in. Reid moved his hands on top of Hotch`s locking him in place while he increased his pace. Slow and tender strokes turned into rough and demanding, and Hotch could only close his eyes and enjoy. The feel of giving in to Reid, letting him take charge, and the way the normal timid version of Reid disappeared made his senses run on overdrive. He didn’t even need to touch his own cock. He exploded, covering the paperwork he had spend two hours on.
Hotch positioned the tip of the toy against his entrance, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch. He had to pause. The burn was too much. It went away slowly and Hotch felt his body opening itself up for the intruder. He pushed it all the way in and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, the image of Reid came back and his other hand returned to stroke his cock. He pulled the toy out a little bit and pushed it back in. The pain was gone. He was beginning to understand the look of ecstasy on Morgan face when he had surrendered to Reid. The thrusts hit the right spot over and over again. All coherent thoughts were long gone.
He slumped forward as Reid pounded into him, giving up all pretence of control. Reid leaned forward to nuzzle his neck and thrusted in one more time. He came, spilling his load inside Hotch`s willing body. Hotch slumped over his desk and Reid followed without breaking the connection of their bodies.
“Worth the wait?” Reid teased.
“Yeah…..” Hotch panted. He couldn’t come up with anything smarter to say.
“Was I too rough?”
“No, perfect.”
“I was the first one to do that to you, you don’t really have a point of comparison.”
“The first and only one. I wouldn’t let anyone else do that to me.” Hotch twisted his head back to kiss the genius.
Hotch lied on his bed and tried to breath. The climax had made him black out. No wonder Morgan wanted to do this. He was too exhausted to wipe away the sticky puddle on his belly or to pull the toy out. He just lied there and let the wave of tired satisfaction wash over him.