Fic: Pink and Fluffy / Wet Surfaces (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad, NC-17)
Title: Pink and Fluffy
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“Just pick something and let’s go.” Reid pleaded. “Please.”
“You have any idea how red you are tight now?” Morgan laughed. “They’re just clothes.”
“Women’s clothes. Have you noticed what kind of looks we’re getting?”
“My Pink Goddess made it clear she wants something from this boutique for her birthday. It’s easier to obey than to face her wrath.”
“Right now I’m facing a wall of pink panties, I wouldn’t call this easy. Just buy something so we can go. How bout that one? I think that`s a whole set of... whatever those are...”
“Too demure.”
“Okay. That?”
“Too slutty.”
“That one?”
“Not slutty enough. Just being crotchless is not enough to achieve the right level of sluthood.”
“Everyone, who buys that gets a free feather boa, isn’t that slutty?”
“No, that’s trashy. What do you think about silk?”
“Don’t get any ideas…”
“I didn’t mean panties, I mean in general. You would look hot in silk boxers.”
“You already gave me some of those for Christmas. I’ve never worn them.”
“I did? And why not?”
“They feel chilly even when it’s warm. And you know what I think about boxers in general. How bout that pink one?”
“They’re all pink.”
“That one.”
“Explosion waiting to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Basic rule of gift shopping: Never buy woman anything with built-in girdle. They’ll think you think they’re fat or some kinda fetish freak.”
“But when you got her that top last year, you got it in a wrong size. Doesn’t that mean she knows already that you can’t estimate her size?”
“Nope, it’s all part of the strategy. She takes it as a compliment and gets it changed into a bigger one and we’re all happy.”
“You bough her clothes you knew were too small, so she could take them back?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did you even want me to come shopping with you?”
“It’s good for you to know how to please a woman. When J.J. had her birthday, you bought her a book.”
“She said she liked it!”
“She’s a girly girl, she was just being nice. This is the place to go shopping for women. I actually told Garcia about this place, I used to come here a lot.”
“Morgan…”
“What?”
“I’ve known you a long time.”
“So?”
“I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if you had some leanings towards transvestisms.”
“I wasn’t buying stuff for myself! I came here when I needed something for my lady friends.”
“You mean female friends or friendly females?”
“Very friendly females.”
“You really think I want to hear this?”
“Pretty Boy-”
“Select something or I’ll go and wait for you in that ice cream place across the street.”
“Hmmmm…” Morgan eyed the selection. “That one.”
“Pink, ruffles, lace, and the term “Party Girl” written in the back with glitter.” Reid summarised. “That should be exactly Garcia’s style.”
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Title: Wet Surfaces
Pair: Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“I’m on my way out.” J.J. peeked her head into Hotch`s office. “Shouldn’t you be leaving too?”
“Chad gave me a lift in the morning, so I’ll have to wait till he’s done with his martial art classes.”
“He’s still doing those himself?”
“Just occasionally.” Hotch smirked. “New recruits started training this week. He wanted to be there to make sure they don’t get a soft landing.”
“I’ve heard the stories about his classes and what happens to those who don’t listen, so I can believe that.”
“Authority is important in training.”
“So is keeping your bones intact.” She chuckled. “Anyway, I better get going-”
She was interrupted by the sound of Hotch`s cell phone. He pulled it out and checked the message: Ready? You know the place.
“News from the homefront?”
“No, I…” Hotch leaped up from his chair and grabbed his coat and keys. “I have to handle some things.”
“Is it about work?”
“No, my ride’s waiting, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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Hotch dumped his coat on the locker room bench and stepped into the shower room. The hot water had steamed up the room, making his shirt stick to his skin. He closed the door and followed the sound of running water to the last nozzle at the end of the room.
Chad didn’t turn around, although he had undoubtedly heard him coming in. He braced his hands against the tile wall and let the water ran down his body. Hotch`s eyes followed the water down his neck, swirling over his muscular back. He pulled his dress pants open and his hand snaked down to grab his cock.
Chad picked up a bottle of shower gel from the shelf and started soaping himself up. His moves were unhurried, making the soapy foam cling to him. Hotch leaned heavily against the wall and shoved his pants down to his ankles. Chad took his time, running a hand over his head to rub the gel in.
Hotch had wondered about the man’s hair several times since Chad had stopped shaving his head. His hair had grown into short, black cherub curls. He had simply shrugged it off as a weird play of genetics, but combined with bright green eyes, it gave him a slightly exotic look. He closed his eyes and threw his head back to let the water rinse out the gel. Hotch stroked his cock with a slow pace, keeping an eye on every droplet running down.
Chad finally turned to face him, his hand wandering down his chest, over his abs and down to stroke his own member. He gave Hotch a crooked grin and matched his pace, stroke by stroke. His other hand kept caressing his chest, tempting Hotch`s gaze. Hotch`s mouth hanged open, his breathing was harsh. He shot his release on the wet tile floor and it disappeared into the stream of water.
Chad took few steps closer and placed his palm on Hotch`s chest, leaning in for a kiss. Hotch let go of his own cock and pressed his hand over Chad’s, stroking him in a fast pace. Chad prodded his head on the man’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He came with a low growl.
“Class over?” Hotch managed to whisper.
“Yeah… If people knew what goes on around here after hours, there would be security cameras all over the place…”
“You would love that…”
“Just a little bit. Was it what you thought it would be?”
“Better…” Hotch chuckled. “You’re a bad influence…”
“If you get in trouble, you can just say you were under the influence.”
“They would probably understand…” Hotch sighed and glanced down at his soaked shirt. “You got me all wet.”
“It was your fantasy, if you got wet it’s not my fault.” Chad grinned and pulled away. “I’ll get dressed and we can continue this when we get home.”
“What do I do about my shirt? My bag is still in the car.”
“Cover it with your coat.” Chad tried the door handle. “Locked? Still playing it safe.”
“I know there’s no one here at this hour, but I can’t help it.”
"You`ve made a lot of progress. Keep going like this and you`ll be streaking on the street within a year.”
"Can I just streak at home?"
"Sure." Chad laughed. "Just tell me before, so I can get my camera ready."