Fic: By The Script (Criminal Minds, Aaron Hotchner / Chad, NC-17)
Title: By The Script
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Hotch signed the last case report and closed his e-mail. He was sitting on his bed, balancing a laptop on his knees and the position was causing merry hell to his back. He closed the lid and pushed it aside, stretching his back with low moans. The hum of the shower had stopped long ago, but he could still hear Chad’s off-the-note singing from the bathroom.
“Are planning to camp out there?”
No answer. The singing continued.
“I’m done with my work stuff.”
Still nothing.
Hotch got up and walked to the adjoin bathroom. He paused at the door to really look at the sight. Chad was indeed out of the shower. He was standing in front of the mirror holding something that looked like a small video camera. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed after his shower.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Have you seen the stuff some people post on the web? Everyone’s always taking pictures of themselves through a mirror in the bathroom. I just don’t see the point.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Why can’t they just look at the mirror if they want to see themselves? It doesn’t make any sense. You can see yourself anytime, it’s different if you have company.”
“And still no idea.”
“I was thinking about what you said.”
“About what?”
“Reid and Morgan, you said you saw their home movie.”
“That was an accident.”
“Right. You wanna beat them in their own game?”
“What do you-” Hotch finally realised what he was talking about. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Chad grinned and turned the camera to Hotch, scanning his body down his sweatpants. “We can put any sex tape to shame.”
“Those things always end up in wrong hands, Morgan and Reid are a great example of that.”
“I’ll keep it well guarded.”
“Besides, we don’t all hit the gym six days a week.”
“Come on, babe, you’re a hot daddy.”
“Daddy?”
“Well, you are. Not my daddy, but that’s not the point.”
“So what is the point-” Hotch paused. “Wait a minute. Did you just call me Babe?”
“Sure, babe.”
“I haven’t been called that since I worked in the DA`s office.”
“Someone should call you babe, babe.” Chad came closer, planting a little kiss on Hotch`s neck, just above the neckline. “Think about me when we’re both on a job, I’m all alone in some crappy motel room, jacking off thinking about you….” His voice had gone from it’s normal tone to the low, seductive one.
“So you’d be less alone with a porn tape? I doubt that.”
“If you don’t want to try, I’ll just settle for the next best thing.” Chad grinned, took the camera and went to the bedroom.
“What’s the next best thing?” Hotch asked when he followed him out of the bathroom.
Chad leaped on the bed. His cock was already fully erect.
“I’ll just make a solo tape.” He moved the camera to his left hand and started stroking his cock with the right one. He let out few guttural moans, making Hotch hard in his sweatpants.
“You’re sneaky.” Hotch shook his head. “Just…. sneaky.”
“And I’ve read the Art of War.”
Hotch looked at the camera and compared his tendencies to avoid cameras to the pressure that was building up due to the current scenery. Finally he decided to give up.
“Fine, but you better make sure nobody ever sees this thing.”
“Okay, babe.”
“And cut the babying. What do you want me to do?”
“You could start by getting naked.” Chad smirked and got up from the bed. He pointed the camera at Hotch and waited. “Don’t forget I’m the director. This is all about my artistic vision.”
Hotch pulled his T-shirt off. His sweatpants followed. Chad circled around him like a shark, capturing all the angles.
“What do have in your script?”
“Well…..” Chad approached him from behind, pressing his chest against his back and wrapping his other hand around his waist. “Your big scene could start with a close-up of your face….”
“Okay.”
“….while you’re sucking my cock.”
Hotch chuckled. “I should have seen that coming….”
Chad pulled back and sat down on the edge of the bed. Hotch got down on his knees and positioned himself between the other man’s legs. He looked up at the camera and took a deep breath.
“Just me.” Chad said. His other hand was stroking the hair in the back of Hotch`s head, not pulling. Simply running his fingers through the dark hair. Hotch leaned down and wrapped his lips around the cock head, sliding down slowly. He focused on the task at hand, keeping his eyes away from the camera.
“Look at me.”
Hotch lifted his eyes to meet Chad’s. A wide grin appeared on the other man’s face. “Pretty. You look so hot.”
Hotch wasn’t exactly sure if he believed the assessment, but he didn’t question it. He caressed Chad’s member with his tongue, letting his throat muscles squeeze it every time he moved his head down. Chad’s hand was still roaming his hair, gently stroking his scalp.
“Can’t wait to get into you.”
That got Hotch`s attention. He pulled back and gave Chad a shocked look. His face had gone bright red.
“What?”
“I…. I don’t want to…. Not in front of a camera.”
“You got hung-ups about you ass?”
“I don’t have hung-ups! I just…. I don’t like the idea of….. of….”
“Doing your usual harder-harder-yeah-just-like-that routine in front of a camera?”
“I don’t do that.”
“You do that every time. When you start to loose it, your mouth goes out of control. And don’t worry, I love it.” Chad handed the camera to Hotch and leaped on his back on the bed. “But you can be the pitcher, I love that too.”
“You mean….?” Hotch aimed the camera at the naked man on the bed.
“Yeah. My ass looks great from all angles.”
“It does.” Hotch admitted and laughed. “You’re something else….”
“I’ve been called worse.” Chad reached over to grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Are you sure you know how to use the camera?”
“I think so.”
“Good.” Chad spread his legs and ran his lubed fingers down his abs, leaving a glistering trail behind. He slowly caressed his opening, keeping his eyes on the camera lens. He worked himself slowly open, letting out little moans. One by one his fingers sank inside his body, till he was thrusting three fingers in a steady pace.
Hotch was having troubles holding the camera steady. His own cock was demanding attention. He aimed the camera to Chad’s face. The other man was looking right into his eyes through the camera. He pulled his fingers out and crooked one of them, beckoning Hotch to come closer.
“You need some drama classes or do you wanna get to the point?” Chad smirked. He took the deserted lube bottle and tossed it over to Hotch. “Get going, babe.” He wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist and pulled him closer. Hotch hastily smeared his own member with lubed and pressed against the entrance. He didn’t need to push in, Chad shimmied down on the bed pushing himself against the hard cock, forcing the tip inside.
Hotch took this as a sign to go on and set a fast pace, thrusting in with strong, long strokes. He tried to steady the camera with one hand, his eyes fixed to the small screen on it. The image was something that could challenge any porn film. Chad had moved his hands above his head, grabbing the headboard. A thin layer of sweat was covering his body, highlighting his muscles under the smooth dark skin. His own cock was bouncing against his abs, looking more menacing than ever. Chad opened his eyes and let go of the headboard. He grabbed his cock and started stroking in sync with Hotch`s movements. He shot his seed on his stomach, the sticky substance mixing with his sweat.
The sight was almost too much for Hotch. Watching it through the camera gave it a slightly voyeuristic feel. Chad grabbed the camera from him and turned it to Hotch.
“Come on, babe. Gimme a good show.”
Hotch wanted to complain about pointing the camera at him in that particular moment, but he was too far gone to say anything coherent. He came inside the willing body and slumped down against the other man. Chad smirked and clicked the camera off.
“Was that good or was that good….?” Hotch chuckled against Chad’s neck.
“That was good, and take two will be even better.”
“Okay….” Hotch murmured faintly. He was already dozing off. “Wake my up me when you’re ready.” His last words were followed by a light snore.