Fic: Playground, Chapter 3 (Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, NC-17)
Title: Playground, Chapter 3
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Playground, Chapter 1
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“I had no idea hot tubs turn you on like that….” Reid panted. “Showers yes, but hot tubs….”
“Not the tubs, it’s you when you’re wet.” Morgan chuckled and tried to breathe steadily. The bathroom rug was not the most comfortable place for their activities, but his self control had given in. He focused on grinding himself against the thin body under him, letting their cocks slide against each other. They were both still wet from their bath, and the slippery skin of his genius was doing severe damage to his Morgan’s brain functions.
“Morgan…..”
“Yeah….?” He run his tongue over the protruding collarbone.
“Take me to bed….”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t wanna let go of you.”
“We don’t have-” Reid protested, but he snapped his mouth shut when Morgan grasped both of their cocks into his fist and slowly jerked them off. His other hand snaked around Reid to grasp his butt. “That feels good….”
Morgan kept up his motions, and reached to the small shelf on the wall. He pulled down a bottle of bath oil. Reid read the label and grinned.
“Good enough for you?” Morgan smirked.
“Just do it or we’ll be over before you’re actually ready.”
“Can you be over if you’re not even ready?”
“You want to talk about semantics right now?”
“Nope.” Morgan poured some oil to his fingers and smeared it on his hard-on.
“That’s enough.” Reid panted. He grasped the other man by his shoulders and pulled him between his thighs. “Do it or I’ll call the room service.”
“You don’t want me to-”
“Morgan!” Reid gave him a menacing look and prodded his legs on Morgan’s shoulders. “Last warning.”
Morgan didn’t ask anymore questions. He guided himself to Reid’s entrance and pushed in. Reid turned stiff.
“Babe?”
Reid didn’t answer. He just pulled Morgan’s down to meet his lips. “I’m good.”
Morgan started moving slowly, and Reid pressed himself close to meet his strokes. He kept making small moan and whimpers, not even trying to keep them in. Morgan tried to keep his eyes open, so that he could see the expression on Reid’s face. The genius was panting, his eyes closed and his face framed by wet strands of hair. His pale skin seemed to glow under the lights. The innocent face seemed a total contrast to his needy grasp as he tried to pull Morgan even deeper inside. The contradiction of innocence and pure wantonness pushed Morgan over the edge, just like it always did.
He came inside his genius with a triumphant yell.
“Morgan…. I’m almost….” Reid pleaded. Morgan didn’t pull out of him, he simply grasped Reid’s cock and jerked him off with merciless pace. Reid came all over his hand. He pulled Morgan against him and wrapped all his limbs around him.
Morgan was going to suggest they move to the bed, but he was too exhausted. He fell asleep on top of his equally exhauster partner.
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Hotch closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind of all other thoughts. He was currently pressed against the wall in Chad’s living room, while the other man was busy kissing him within an inch of his life. When they had left the bar and Chad had made the first move, Hotch had been sincerely surprised by his own reaction. He answered the kisses with equal vigour. The feel of a strong, muscular body against his was a new thing. Hailey had always been timid and passive when it came to sex, and after Jack was born that side of their marriage had disappeared completely. He could feel Chad’s hard member against his own. The other man turned to nibble Hotch`s neck.
Then it happened. Hotch opened his eyes and he spotted it on the wall. Above the wall was several photographs in frames. Including one of Chad and Reid. Both of them we re grinning widely for the photographer, and Chad had his arm around the smaller man.
“What?” Chad pulled away.
“Nothing.” Hotch blushed.
“No, you were zoning out on me. You got second thoughts?”
“No, I …I…”
Chad turned to look at the wall. Then Hotch. Then the wall again. Slowly the comprehension hit him.
“That guy you had a crush on. It’s Reid isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t need apologies, why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s embarrassing! And I had no idea we would end up here.”
“Did you even want this? Or did you just want to get closer to him?”
“I did wanted this but-” Hotch had no idea what to say. “I’m sorry.”
He rushed out of the apartment before Chad could say anything.
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Morgan snapped awake when his cell phone started ringing on the nightstand. Reid didn’t even react, he just buried his face against his bed mates chest and continued his sleep. Morgan took the phone and opened it.
“Hello.”
“Mo, where the hell are you?”
“At the hotel. Where are you?”
“At the BareEnd. Did you forget the rehearsal night? We had strippers and all!”
“I had some live entertainment.”
“What kind?”
“The best kind.”
“Why didn’t you say it? It’s allowed to dump your buddies if there’s a chance for sex. Was it good?”
“Hot tub and some action on the bathroom floor.”
“But you’re gonna come to the bachelor party tomorrow, right?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, then you’re off the hook. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Morgan hung up.
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Hotch downed a glass of scotch with one gulp. He had no idea how he had managed to screw up like that. The period after Hailey left had been hard, but things were supposed to get better. Instead he messed up everything he touched.
When the doorbell rang he almost didn’t answer. Finally went to the door and pulled it open. Chad didn’t wait for an invitation, he simply marched in.
“I told you I’m sorry, what more do you want?” Hotch went to the bar cabinet to fill his glass.
“You told me. And I told you I don’t need your apologies. I came to see if you’re alright.”
“Messed up. Completely messed up and it’s not like me. I can be rational, and organise all the things so that they make sense, but lately….. Everything’s getting out of my hands and it’s not like me.” Hotch jumped when he felt strong hands wandering over his back.
“You wanna try again?” Chad suggested, whispering to his ear.
“I…. I need to tell you something before we…. do anything. That one time experiment I told you about…. I was the active opponent, I haven’t….”
Chad chuckled and pressed his lips against Hotch`s neck. “Relax. I’m not asking you to drop your pants and bend over for me.” He let out a little giggle. “But I can do that for you if you ask nicely.”
First Hotch wasn’t sure where the sound had come from. He looked down. He had squeezed his glass so hard it broke.
“I’ll take that as a Yes.”
TBC