Fic: Playground, Chapter 6 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, NC-17)
Title: Playground, Chapter 6
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: NC-17
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Morgan grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from his suitcase, and listened to the sounds from the other room. After a while the door was shut and he walked out of the bedroom. Reid was already rummaging through the serving platters the room service waiter had delivered.
“What did you get?”
“Trout, Oncorhynchus Mykiss.”
“Seriously?”
“And chicken, Gallus Gallus Domesticus.”
“Together?”
“No, separately, so we can both mix and match.”
“Do I have to? All fish is just so….. slimy.”
“You eat sushi.” Reid reminded.
“That’s different. A whole thing on a plate with it’s eyes staring at you…..”
“The recommendations for fish consumption is three times per week. Depending on the species, fish contains-”
“Babe, can we just eat? And why couldn’t we order take-out or something?”
“Hotel regulations. I offered to get something on the way here, but you were too busy.”
“You could have told me you were gonna go all healthy on me.”
“How often do we actually eat healthily? And how often do we eat something else than take-out?”
“Okay, you got a point.” Morgan pulled the lid off from one of the plates. “Why did you order ice cream, you always say it’s too cold and you wait until it’s melted.”
“I have an idea for that.” Reid smirked. “I was planning to spread it on you and wait until it melts.”
“You’re a real genius.”
“I know.”
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“Admit it. You loved it.” Chad smirked. He followed Hotch to the dark house and snapped the lights on in the foyer.
“Who doesn’t love target practicing?” Hotch agreed. “I just didn’t think I would be doing that on my time off.”
“Maybe you just wanted to get your hands on my gun.” Chad plastered himself against the other mans back. “Don’t worry, yours is nice too.”
“You…. You want coffee?” Hotch pulled away from him and went to the kitchen.
“Sure, and while you’re making it, you could explain this to me.”
“Explain what?” Hotch filled the coffee maker with water.
“This hot and cold act. You were fine in the morning, and after we went to the gun range you started acting weird.”
“I just…. Did some thinking.”
“You wanna tell me what it was about, because every time I come close to you, you come up with something to do and run away.”
“I have a lot of stuff on my mind. I thought about what we did last night.”
“Which time? You have to be precise.”
“All of them. I really don’t know how to say this…. Do want to do that to me?”
“You mean…..?”
“The same thing I did to you.” Hotch blushed.
“Aren’t we a little bit old to get all demure and blushing about this?” Chad grinned. “You haven’t done it before?”
“No, but I’ve…” The blush became even brighter. “I’ve experimented.”
“With toys?”
“With a toy. No plurals. I’m not some middle-aged pervert who has his closet full of vibrators.” Hotch`s eyes turned glazy.
“Hello……”
“Sorry, that reminded me about one of our old cases…..” He took two mugs from the cabinet. “But like I said, I’ve tried it so-”
“Toys don’t count.” Chad smirked. “When someone’s actually doing it to you, it’s totally different. You can’t predict the rhythm, pace, angle…..” He leaned closer. “You can just hold on and let your partner run the show. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”
“What’s my thing?”
“Control. You’re a self-confessed control freak who has to have everything under your supervision. If you see something out of place you can’t stand it. You want everything to be the way you want so you can control and predict all of it.”
“Frankly, a Psych 101 drop-out could read that.” Hotch commented.
“I know, but now we come to the fun part.” Chad wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and gently pressed him against the kitchen cabinet, pressing their bodies together. “That’s why you get so hot when I take the control away from you.”
“You could be on to something…..” Hotch mumbled. Chad’s hands were stroking his butt, making his thought processes slightly blurry. “So….. you want to do it?”
“What do you think?” Chad grinned. He leaned to the counter and snapped the coffee maker off. “Coffee later, upstairs.”
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“You can’t be serious!” Morgan protested. His naked torso was still dripping with vanilla ice cream.
“I am.” Reid stated and grabbed a his bathrobe. “Eat your veggies or I’ll shower alone.”
“What am I? Dennis the Menace? Even my mom didn’t force feed me vegetables.”
“She did, so don’t try that.”
“Fine, but we’re grown ups!”
“I ate mine.” Reid grinned.
“It’s broccoli!”
“Be a good boy and I’ll let you play the monster of the Black Lagoon.” Reid tossed his towel over his shoulder and bounced away to the bathroom.
“This better be worth it….” Morgan groaned. He tossed the last piece of broccoli into his mouth and followed Reid.
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“You’re going to kill me…..” Hotch moaned and tried to push himself against Chad’s fingers. He had been alternating between his fingers and his tongue, preparing Hotch for the main event. Hotch`s patience was running seriously short. “Enough with the warm ups.”
“The whole before-the-dive phase can be just as much fun.” Chad twisted his fingers to rub the other mans prostate. “Isn’t it?”
“If you keep going like that I’ll be done soon.” Hotch gasped against his pillow. His body seemed to operate on it’s own, trying to pull his legs wider apart. His cock was rubbing against the sheets under him, enjoying the delicious friction.
“On your knees, hands on the headboard.” Chad pulled his fingers out and gave him a little slap on the butt.
Hotch obeyed. He twisted his head to see Chad smearing his member thickly with lube. Chad positioned himself between his partners legs and let his slick cock slide against Hotch`s buttocks.
“By the way…. I got a question for you.”
“Now?!”
“You never told me how big it is?” Chad grabbed Hoch by his hips and pushed in.
“What is?”
“Your toy. Bigger than me? Smaller than me?”
“It’s….. mmmmmm…..” Hotch tried to focus on his words but they didn’t seem to come out right. After all the preliminary work his body seemed to welcome Chad with open arms. There was no pain, just a tickling feel of pleasure.
“Really?” Chad teased and started thrusting.
“I mean….. it’s…. you`re longer. And….” Hotch had to pause and moan. He pushed his ass against Chad`s strokes. “…thicker.”
“Which one feels better?”
“You….”
Chad leaned his chest against Hotch`s back, and wrapped his hand around his cock.
“I was right. You enjoy being controlled. You enjoy obeying me.”
“Maybe….” Hotch groaned.
“No maybes. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Admit it. You want to get on your back and spread your legs for me. Just let me take you any way I want.”
“I….”
“Admit it or I’ll let you finish this with your dildo.”
“No, I…. Okay.”
“Not good enough.”
“Okay, I want you.”
“I already knew that. You want me to throw you to the bed and pound you so good you can’t walk right for days.”
“Yes!” Hotch yelled. The skilled strokes were driving him crazy. “Yes to every thing, just keep doing that.”
“Good boy.” Chad grinned and increased his pace. Hotch had lost all control over his own body. He leaned his head against the headboard. He didn’t even realise he had reached his climax until he erupted and spilled his seed all over the sheets. Chad didn’t interrupt his rhythm, instead he kept pounding into the limp body, until he came with a long grunt.
“Not bad for your first test run.” Chad pulled out carefully and tossed the condom to the bin. He settled down next to Hotch. “Any comments?”
“I’m not going to let you leave the bed ever again…..” Hotch chuckled sleepily.
TBC