Fic: Fonder In Absence, Chapter 8 (Criminal Minds, Morgan / Reid, Sean / Cain, NC-17)
Title: Fonder In Absence, Chapter 8
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Sean Hotchner / Cain Christensen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc
Feedback: Always Welcome.
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“Left side, blue folder…” Morgan repeated and scanned the items on Hotch`s desk. “There’s no blue folder.”
“That’s what he told me. Or he told Chad and Chad told me.”
“Why couldn’t he call himself?”
“I would have asked, but I didn’t want to know. I got a pretty good picture of who’s wearing the pants in that relationship and don’t want to think about my team leader like that. It can do some damage to authority structures in the office.”
“Is that your personal view?”
“No…” She giggled and blushed. “Rossi said it. Right before he made that comment about my butt.”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know… He said I got a nice ass for someone, who’s had a baby.”
“I think that’s a compliment.”
“I was thinking that too, but when he was leaving he said something else. He said: Nice and pretty, but not first class.”
“For a woman in general or someone who’s had a baby?”
“I have no idea… First I was flattered and then I wasn’t sure if I should make a complaint about him. Hotch talked me out of it.”
“I don’t there was enough to make a complaint anyway.”
“That’s what he said. And that Rossi is a creature of his own time and I shouldn’t take him too seriously.”
“He’s probably right. Has Rossi said anything else?”
“No, I talked to him about it. He told me he didn’t mean anything by it and he had never thought about me that way.”
“Good.”
“Actually he said he has never thought about me in a black leather bra. That was when we were flying back from a case and everyone was asleep. Frankly, I think he just wanted me to shut up.”
“Was it effective?”
“I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything.”
“Then it was effective.” Morgan continued rummaging Hotch`s desk drawers. “Aren’t you gonna ask me?”
“Ask you what?”
“If I’ve ever thought about you in a black leather bra.”
“You wear a leather bra?”
“That’s the oldest comeback there is… But seriously, I’ve never thought about you in a black bra.”
“Thank you.”
“But I’ve always imagined you would look hot in a nurses outfit.” Morgan grinned. ”Or maybe in policewoman’s costume. Cuffs and black boots…”
“And a nightstick.” J.J. finished. “Where can it be? He said blue folder.”
“Are you sure he said left side? Maybe he meant it was on the left side of the shelf. Or left side of the room. Or left side of the building.”
“If it doesn’t show up soon I’ll call him again.”
“And face the wrath of his watchdog?”
“Right… Let’s keep searching.”
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Sean pushed himself forward, meeting Cain’s probing hands. They had slithered down to his jeans and pulled the buttons open. Sean`s T-shirt had ended up hanging from one of the shelfs on the wall. Cain pushed the jeans down and pulled Sean’s cock out of the confines of his boxers. His lips attacked the blonds neck, licking and marking the light skin while he wrapped his hand around Sean’s cock and stroked him.
“P-P-Perry told me to lure you home…” Sean gasped and turned his head to the side to get a kiss. “Can we take this there?”
“You know what I’m like after a work-out.” Cain grabbed Sean by the hips and turned him around, pressing him against the wall.
“Yeah, I know…” Sean chuckled against the green coat of paint. “But normally you wait till we get home before you nail me against the wall.”
“He laid his hands on you.”
Sean’s breathing hitched when he felt Cain’s cock pressing against his buttocks. Hands spread his cheeks and the man behind him slowly grinded against him, letting his hard member slide between the cheeks. Each thrust teased Sean’s opening, and he pushed back, trying to get more friction between them. Cain’s hand reached around to grasp Sean’s dick and stroked him in the pace of his own thrusts.
“No one touches you.” He pressed his body against Sean’s, chest against back and skin on skin. He buried his face into the crook of Sean’s neck, groaning into the blonds ear. “Nobody.”
Sean’s moans stopped suddenly and for few seconds he froze completely. Then his body let go and he came, spreading his load on the wall and on Cain’s hand. The body behind him was shivering with its own aftershock, and Cain’s release dribbled down Sean’s buttocks, gluing them together.
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“What the hell…?” Morgan pulled the item out of the desk drawer and tangled it between two fingers. “I didn’t need to know about this…”
J.J. looked up from the pile of files she had been examining.
“What is that?”
“Mushy side I really didn’t wanna know about.” He showed her the framed picture of Chad in the middle of a kickboxing match. “I don’t like it.”
“What’s the big deal? Hotch had a picture of Hailey too when they were still together.”
“She brought it here herself.” Morgan placed the frame back next to a picture of Hotch and Jack. “I like to have my team in clear boxes. Like some crime show on TV, everyone has his own part.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“We got all the regulars: You’re the blond, I’m the hunk with a heart of gold, Rossi’s the old one, Emily’s the mandatory brunette, Reid’s the pretty resident genius, and Hotch is the serious one. I wanna keep things clear.”
“Hotch is the serious one, and we can’t really do this job without taking it seriously.”
“I know, but that picture doesn’t fit. Serious one is not the sentimental one. That’s against the rules.”
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Sean pulled his jeans halfway up and looked around in the small maintenance closet. He tried to grab one of the clean towels from the shelf, but Cain blocked his move.
“Get yourself dressed, we’re going home.”
“Yeah, but I gotta clean myself, man.” Sean chuckled and gestures at the sticky spots that were drying on his skin. “I’m like a wet spot on legs.”
“And most of that is mine. You’ll get dressed and I’ll scrub you when we get home.”
“Come on, people can smell what we’re been doing-”
“That’s the point.” Cain approached him and pulled his jeans up for him.“They’ll get the message and you’ll feel the message all the way out of here.” He kissed Sean and pulled his own coat on. ”Let’s go.”
He opened the door and all the eyes in the main hall turned to ogle them. Most of the clients made small efforts to look like they weren’t looking, but none of them was particularly convincing. Cain stepped out of the closet and shot a stern glare across the room.
“Eyes front.”
His tone made some of the men closer to them startle, and they all turned quickly back to their own exercises. Cain walked through the room while Sean followed few steps behind him trying to pull his T-shirt back on. The fabric seemed to get stuck on the layer of sweat on his shoulders and chest, and other sort of stains just above the waistband of his jeans.
“You gotta teach me how to do that!” Sean demanded as soon as they were out of the building. “I’ve been asking Aaron about that for years, but he just says I don’t have what it takes.”
“He’s right.” Cain stated. “I worked abroad so many years, I can command attention in six different languages.”
Chapter 9