Fic: Playground, Chapter 8/9 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid /Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner)
Title: Playground, Chapter 8/9
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Brotherly Advice
Playground, Chapter 1
Playground, Chapter 2
Playground, Chapter 3 (NC-17)
Playground, Chapter 4
Playground, Chapter 5 (NC-17)
Playground, Chapter 6 (NC-17)
Playground, Chapter 7
“Are you coming?” Chad hollered upstairs. A minute later Hotch marched down the stairs carrying a gymbag.
“I’m coming, but be gentle with me.”
“You’ve never tried Krav Magaa before?”
“No, but I’ve tried some other stuff with Morgan.”
“I’ve seen his classes, this will be very different.” Chad grinned.
“You just want to throw me on my back.” Hotch interpreted.
“Why bother? If I want to see you like that, I’ll just tell you to lay down on your back.”
“You really think I’m that easy?”
“How can put this nicely….. You’ve gone from uptight puritan to man-hungry slut in one weekend.”
“I don’t like that description.”
“But it’s pretty accurate. Not that I’m complaining. That whole come-and-screw-me-before-I-burst-look really suits you.”
“There’s still the novelty factor. Maybe I’ll get bored after a while.”
“With me? Not possible.”
Hotch didn’t answer. He had an uncomfortable look on his face.
“So….. You’re planning to stay a while?”
“Well, I gotta leave tomorrow, but I’ll be back next month. Or are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No! I mean…. no. Sorry. This whole Light and Casual thing is pretty new to me.”
“I could come here for a weekend sometime. If I do, are you gonna offer me a warm bed?”
“Possibly.” Hotch smirked.
“And a hot, willing sex slave who will do anything I tell him to do?”
“What will you tell him to do?”
“Who knows? I’m very creative.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“So you want me to come back.”
“Yeah…. I guess so.”
“You guess so?”
“Fine, I want you to come back.”
“That’s better. Let’s go.”
“Back to bed?”
“To the gym.”
“Right….. I forgot that.”
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“Pretty Boy….” Morgan started carefully.
“Morgan.” Reid stated, not even lifting his eyes from his breakfast.
“Last day here.”
“I know, and I also know what you’re going to ask and the answer is no. You’re not going to a casino.”
“How did you know?”
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”
“Can we make a compromise?”
“What kind of a compromise?”
“You play and I’ll give you good advices.”
“Why would I need your advices, you lost hundreds of bucks in slot machines.”
“I just wanna go in and soak in the atmosphere and watch you when you scam the suckers out of their money.”
“I don’t scam anyone!”
“And still you always win.”
“That’s not scamming.”
“Well, it can’t be a coincident either.”
“Why would you want to watch me play?”
“Think about it. A high roller playing with big stakes, skins the casino and then picks up a gorgeous hunk from the bar, takes him to his hotel room and takes advantage of him. Over and over again.”
“So you expect to get paid for sex.” Reid deadpanned.
“I didn’t say that!”
“That’s what it sounded like.”
“Actually…..” Morgan grinned widely. “That’s even hotter. The big winner meets a down-on-his-luck-rent-boy, and they share a night of passion.”
“Where do you get those ideas?”
“I have a really dirty imagination.”
“I know. Anyway, it will have to be a short night of passion. Our flight leaves at six in the morning.”
“So, we’ll stay awake all night and sleep in the plane.”
“Don’t you have anything else in your mind besides sex?”
“When we’re on vacation? Nope. Just sex, you, sex with you and you with sex. And food.”
“That’s really touching.”
“Which one now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sex or food?”
“I thought you wanted to go to a casino.”
“We can go?”
“Just this one time. Thirty minutes, and keep your hands in your pockets.”
“That’s easy. There’s a lot of space in my pockets since you confiscated my wallet….”
“For your own good.”
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“You wanna try again?” Chad grinned and wiped his sweaty neck with a towel.
“I think I’ve had enough.” Hotch groaned from the gym mat and tried to get up. “I’m too old for this, my neck’s creaking.”
“Poor baby.” Chad chuckled. “You want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“At the gym? Maybe not.”
“My flights not leaving until tomorrow. I could give you a good rub-down when we get back to your place.”
“And after that we could go somewhere.” Hotch added.
“Somewhere?”
“For dinner.”
“You have some place in mind?”
“I was just thinking it could be a nice change to eat in some nice restaurant.”
“You wanna have a date night?”
“You make it sound like we’re in high school. Grown men don’t have date nights.”
“I know, they go and have dinner. And then they screw each others brains out.”
“You want to go or not?” Hotch laughed.
“Sure. Are you gonna get us some candles and romantic music?”
“You want that stuff?”
“No, like you said we’re grown men.” Chad giggled. “We eat red meat and have sex. And we shoot bad guys.”
“Really nice, old-school description.”
“Thank you.”
TBC