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Title: Small Favors and Big Surprises (5/5)
Author: ice_ziggee
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Hotch/Reid.
Beta: holdur I owe you big time, THANK YOU!!! All mistakes are mine.
X-posted at cm_hotch_reid & criminalxminds
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Summary: Reid surprises Hotch
**
“Nothing defines humans better
than their willingness to do irrational things
in the pursuit of phenomenally unlikely payoffs.
This is the principle behind lotteries, dating, and religion.”
- Scott Adams
April 9th, 2010
Reid´s apartment, Saturday 5:49 pm
Reid stabbed the knife into the potatoes one by one to see if they were ready. They needed about five more minutes, he figured and opened the oven to check on the steaks. He found cooking soothing, similar to going over multiple reports in record time, but he rarely found time to prepare a meal from scratch and he really didn´t like the cleaning up after. And it allowed him time to think, because cooking was like high school chemistry, you just had to watch the ingredients, know what signs to look for to see when the ingredients in question were ready.
Now his mind was filled with thoughts of Hotch and Aaron.
The work relationship hadn´t changed between them. It might have deepened as they figured how the other processed things but if anyone noticed, they hadn´t mention it. When at work, they worked; they caught serial killers, sociopaths and people in psychotic breaks. They argued and debated motives and stressors, Reid poured out information and statistics and Hotch put them into good use, working them into the profile.
Their private lives had entwined in ways that Spencer had thought impossible. Spending time with Aaron and Jack had proven more pleasurable than he had ever pictured in his mind, (he had hopes, but logic told him there wasn´t anything called "ever after") and sometimes he wondered if it was just too good to be true.
The child had found something in him that Spencer wasn´t sure what was, but Aaron had quietly informed him one evening after an exceptional good day of laugh, play and storytelling that he hadn´t heard Jack laugh so much in long time. It had made his chest swell with something he wasn´t sure how to label but still accompanied with sadness over the pain Jack had experienced in his young life.
The dates and evenings with Aaron were precious memories that Spencer tucked away behind a closed space in his mind, something to savor. And he was taking notes because this still felt surreal. Evenings forcing Aaron to watch episode after episode of Star Trek, and drowning him with fact after fact about the engineering of the spaceship, chemical compound of fuel, the statistics of extra-terrestrial beings on other planets and the physics laws of an actual spaceship flying around in space and other evenings where they debated books, authors, movies, music, psychology, sociology, behavior... there never seemed to be a topic that they couldn´t talk about.
More often, Spencer stretched out on the couch with a book or two or a movie while Aaron took over the kitchen table, spreading out photos of crime scenes and murder victims, reviewing or writing reports. Reid did notice that Hotch never asked him to leave while he worked and that he never tried to engage Reid into whatever he was working on. Reid understood it; he had more responsibilities as the Unit Chief and he had held his private life separated from his work life before, so it was natural that he still did. On rare occasions Hotch had emerged from the kitchen, running his hand through his hair in frustration before joining him on the couch, starting a conversation or just softly embracing him and kissing like he was seeking comfort or making sure that Spencer was there. He was certain Aaron´s motives were more complex because Hotch was strong and didn´t need comforting or confirmations.
Inevitably the evening ended with them together on the couch, kissing, caressing and Aaron´s occasional manhandling (which sent jolts through Spencer) before Aaron promptly pulled away and sent Spencer home to sleep in his own bed and to deal with the aching hunger on his own. The irrational behavior confused him and the confusion irritated him and all he wanted to know was what was going on.
So, Spencer found himself cooking a bribery meal, vowing to himself that Aaron would not be leaving the apartment without an explanation, but he also feared that his questions would push Aaron away instead of resolving anything.
The potatoes were now swimming in the caramel-blend on the pan, the oven had been turned off and the wine opened. It had been a good day for the team; they´d rescued a twelve year old girl and caught a pedophile on the fast way of becoming a murderer. On the planeride back, Spencer had received a text from Aaron, telling him that Jack would be spending the night at Jessie´s and asking if he wanted to go out to dinner. He quickly put his plan into action and invited Aaron to dinner at six.
The knock on the door almost scared him out of his skin. Looking at the oven clock he noticed that his… something… was on time as usual.
Grapping the dishtowel, Spencer cleaned his hands as he walked to the door. He greeted a smiling Aaron with a quick kiss and invited him in before hurrying back to the kitchen to save the potatoes from burning in the caramel.
“Need a hand?” Aaron asked and followed him into the kitchen as he took off his sidearm. He put it on the top shelf on a bookcase nearest the kitchen. Spencer secretly smiled to himself as Aaron stopped midway into the kitchen and took in the set table. It wasn´t much-- only plates, silverware and a small tea candle in the middle of the kitchen table-- but it seemed to render Aaron speechless and he could feel the man´s eyes boring into his back.
“No, just take a seat and stop profiling me,” Spencer said self-consciously and sent him a shy smile.
Hotch pulled off his tie. “Sorry, occupational hazard,” he said and chuckled lightly as he unbuttoned his top button.
Spencer let out a long breath he hadn´t realized he´d been holding at the easy laughter. They sat down at the table after Spencer had served them each a steak and Aaron took a big bite and sighed at the amazing flavor. “Spencer, this is really good, you should cook more often.”
“Thank you, and you´re helping with the dishes,” Spencer said and took a bite.
“That´s only fair,” Aaron said and laughed. He´d figured out that Spencer wasn´t big on doing the dishes but he would help if asked.
The conversation went from Jack to cycling to a movie that Spencer wanted to see but Aaron didn´t. They finished the bottle of wine and Aaron opened another even though Spencer opted to go for coffee.
Together they cleared the table and Aaron filled the sink. In middle of washing a plate, Aaron splashed some water on Spencer to get him to stop one of his ramblings. Spencer jumped with a yelp and moved back. Aaron advanced toward him with wet hands and a joyful smile on his face. Raising his towel up in front of him, Spencer backed away before bolting out of the kitchen.
“Don´t you dare,” he squeaked and bent down to avoid the small shower Aaron blasted at him. “Aaron!” he yelped as the man came after him. He ran into the living room, around the living room table and up on the couch when Aaron made his move. He ran down the hallway and into his bedroom, but wasn´t fast enough to shut the door behind him. Aaron easily tackled him into the twin bed and straddled him.
Spencer grabbed a pillow and started pounding the soft object on the older man´s back as Aaron roamed his hands around the wiggling body underneath him.
“Please, no… No tickling,” Spencer cried as wet hands found the flat abdomen and started their fierce tickling. Spencer twisted and pushed against the hands and torso in vain effort to get away.
He heard Aaron´s deep laughter as the hands suddenly exchanged tickling for stroking and Spencer dared to open his eyes. Aaron was smiling and his eyes glowed in the small light from the hallway. Digging his finger into the mass of dark hair, Spencer pulled Aaron down for a soft, smiling kiss. The air disappeared between them as the kiss became deeper and tongues found partners in a slow dance.
Setting his foot on the edge of the bed, Spencer gained some leverage and arched into the heaviness above him, a strangled cry of need escaped from him as his member became instantly stiff. Pulling Aaron even closer, he drew a growl from the older man.
His fingers worked on their own, unbuttoning the white shirt only to push it off Aaron´s strong shoulders and reveal the white undershirt. He wanted to touch and feel and see and give and take and have and… ohhhhh.
Aaron ran his fingers over Spencer´s nipple as he sucked on the sensitive spot right below the ear, his tongue caressing the small spot before teeth grazed it. Somehow Aaron managed to pull the sweater-vest over Spencer´s head and as soon as he was free Spencer pulled him down, nibbling down his jugular, sucking hard in the crook of the neck, drawing insane low growls that only made his hardness painfully jump inside its confinement.
“God, Spencer,” Aaron whispered as Spencer´s hand trailed down the strong torso, cupping the stiffness inside the black suitpants. Swiftly, Aaron got rid of Spencer´s tie and started working on the buttons on Reid´s shirt. It wasn’t enough for Spencer; he wanted to feel the thickness, weigh it in his hands and without hesitation he quickly loosened Aaron´s buckle and forced his hand inside the waistband, letting out a long breath as his hand wrapped around the mass inside.
Aaron kissed his way down Spencer´s torso and he lost his grip as Aaron started to move off the bed. Quickly, Spencer sat up, grabbed the other man´s shoulders. Aaron looked up, his eyes dark and questioning.
“Don´t go.” His voice broke in the plea as he thought the other man was leaving.
“Spence, I´m just taking my pants off,” Aaron said with a soft smile and bent down and planted a kiss on Spencer´s lips, a kiss Spencer hungrily deepened as he pulled Aaron back onto the bed. With a whimper of need, Spencer pushed his groin into the heat above him, getting an audible intake of breath from the form above him.
He was so close, god, he just needed, pressure and… something. Spencer let Aaron go when he moved off him again. He frantically attacked his own buckle as Aaron got rid of his own pants and underwear. Aaron swiftly pulled Spencer´s pants and underwear off before crawling over him again.
A small mewl escaped from Spencer when their stiff cocks finally aligned. He felt intoxicated but Aaron´s undershirt was still in the way. He pushed it upward, pulling it over Aaron´s head as he ran his tongue over a nipple, teasing the torso with his tongue and fingers. Aaron grinded into him on reflex and a low grunt slipped away from him. Spencer´s breath caught and he whimpered at the pressure against his hardness, at the firm body above him, at the need and the ach in his abdomen.
“Aaron,” he cried and pushed into the heat, his arms going around the intense torso so close to him. Aaron took both of them in his left hand and Spencer set his hand over Aaron´s, pushing, rocking, taking and giving, gasping and screaming as he came, shaking against his lover who roared his release a few seconds later.
Panting, Aaron fell half on top of Spencer and half on the bed and Spencer nudged himself from underneath him, just enough so he could fill his lungs too.
Spencer turned his face and nuzzled Aaron´s nose, getting a lazy smile from Aaron, who threaded his hand into Spencer´s hair and pulled him close enough to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I´ve wanted to do that since I first kissed you,” Aaron confessed.
Pulling slightly away, Spencer looked at him in puzzlement, “Then why did you always send me home?” If he wasn´t so spent he´d be more upset about this.
“Spence, I´m your boss, you had to initiate it,” Aaron explained and smiled softly as he pulled him close again.
Spencer huffed and smiled. “Virtuous even when you´re breaking the rules.”
Chuckling, Aaron buried his face in the crook of the neck before him. “Don´t remind me,” he whispered as he lazily set a few kisses along the neck and shoulder.
Spencer felt heavy in his chest and not from Aaron´s arm that lay there protective. He crawled away from the older man and got off the bed, biting the inside of his lower lip as his mind raced. Without bothering to put on some clothes, he walked to the bedroom and cleaned himself up. He wetted a cloth before making his way into the apartment and shutting off the lights and making sure the alarm was on.
As he held out the cloth for Aaron, the older man gripped his arm instead and pulled him back on the bed, wrapping his long fingers around the young body. “Spencer?” He asked quietly.
“It bothers you that we are breaking the “no fraternizing”-rule,” Spencer whispered into the chest.
“Yes,” Aaron said into Spencer´s hair, “But this is more important.”
“And what if they find out? If the team finds out?” Spencer asked as his hands started to wander around the torso before him, feeling the muscles flex under his fingers, tracing the imperfections in the skin, first with his fingers then with his lips. He moved so he could gain better access to the scars he couldn´t reach with his tongue. Pushing Aaron onto his back, Spencer rolled with him, setting his knees on either side of Aaron and keeping up his sweet caress with his tongue and fingers, moving lower over his lover´s body.
“Can we…” Aaron gasped as Spencer took his half soft cock into his mouth, ”We can talk about that later,” the older man said in one aired breath. Aaron´s finger found themselves once more in Spencer´s soft curls and pressed his head lower.
Spencer grinned around the quickly hardening shaft and set his fingers around the base before letting the older man guide his head down, hisses and small moans encouraging him on until Aaron lightly tugged at his hair and guided their lips together in a fierce kiss.
Reaching for his drawer in the nightstand, Spencer´s fingers found the small tube he was searching for and thrust it into Aaron´s palm.
Aaron gave him an intense look, after inspecting the product. “Are you sure? We don´t have to.”
“No, I´ve waited long enough,” Spencer replied and let his tongue run over a nipple while his finger surrounded Aaron´s hard member.
Aaron sat up. Their chests collided, teeth scraped at sensitive spots, tongue´s danced over stimulated skin, tasting sweat and need and hunger, growls, mewl and hushed words guiding them.
Biting lightly at the boney shoulder, Aaron pushed one finger inside and Spencer tensed at the sensation, his head falling back, exposing his neck before he pushed downward and implanting the finger deeper inside him.
“More,” Spencer demanded into the air above him and Aaron quickly complied, letting two fingers slide in and out of him with ease as the young lover gasped at the heat that formed somewhere inside him while Aaron mapped out his neck with his tongue.
He couldn´t take any more. He needed Aaron, inside him, now. With a hard push, Aaron fell on his back and Spencer quickly rolled the condom on. Barely lubricating the thickness, he closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself on it, letting it fill him, inch by agonizing inch.
A high pitched mewl fell from him when finally, at last, Aaron filled him. He didn´t register the harsh breathing from underneath him until it murmured his name and he opened his eyes. Aaron stared at him, his eyes dark with need, his fingers squeezing the cover in a fierce grip, his body shaking with effort of holding back from driving into him again and again.
Empowered was what he felt. He raised himself up slightly, just to push the hard cock back inside, drawing incoherent growls from Aaron. Slowly he repeated the action, feeling Aaron´s involuntary thrust into him. He squeaked as Aaron hit that spot inside of him, pushing him closer and closer until Aaron wrapped his hand around Spencer´s erection and forced him toward the climax with a few jerks.
Aaron drove into the receiving body, a restrained growl escaping from his as he came. Spencer fell on top of Aaron, utterly boneless with exhaustion but managed a small complaint as Aaron withdrew from him.
Planting a few kisses in Spencer´s hair, Aaron nuzzled him as he pulled at the covers, “Come on, lets get under the covers.”
Spencer managed to roll just enough so Aaron could pull the sheets down. He rolled back into the warm waiting arms and Aaron adjusted the sheets over them.
“Good night, Aaron,” he whispered and planted a soft kiss on the shoulder closer to him.
“Good night, Spence,” Aaron whispered back and pulled him even closer before closing his eyes.
-The End.
Author: ice_ziggee
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Hotch/Reid.
Beta: holdur I owe you big time, THANK YOU!!! All mistakes are mine.
X-posted at cm_hotch_reid & criminalxminds
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Summary: Reid surprises Hotch
**
“Nothing defines humans better
than their willingness to do irrational things
in the pursuit of phenomenally unlikely payoffs.
This is the principle behind lotteries, dating, and religion.”
- Scott Adams
April 9th, 2010
Reid´s apartment, Saturday 5:49 pm
Reid stabbed the knife into the potatoes one by one to see if they were ready. They needed about five more minutes, he figured and opened the oven to check on the steaks. He found cooking soothing, similar to going over multiple reports in record time, but he rarely found time to prepare a meal from scratch and he really didn´t like the cleaning up after. And it allowed him time to think, because cooking was like high school chemistry, you just had to watch the ingredients, know what signs to look for to see when the ingredients in question were ready.
Now his mind was filled with thoughts of Hotch and Aaron.
The work relationship hadn´t changed between them. It might have deepened as they figured how the other processed things but if anyone noticed, they hadn´t mention it. When at work, they worked; they caught serial killers, sociopaths and people in psychotic breaks. They argued and debated motives and stressors, Reid poured out information and statistics and Hotch put them into good use, working them into the profile.
Their private lives had entwined in ways that Spencer had thought impossible. Spending time with Aaron and Jack had proven more pleasurable than he had ever pictured in his mind, (he had hopes, but logic told him there wasn´t anything called "ever after") and sometimes he wondered if it was just too good to be true.
The child had found something in him that Spencer wasn´t sure what was, but Aaron had quietly informed him one evening after an exceptional good day of laugh, play and storytelling that he hadn´t heard Jack laugh so much in long time. It had made his chest swell with something he wasn´t sure how to label but still accompanied with sadness over the pain Jack had experienced in his young life.
The dates and evenings with Aaron were precious memories that Spencer tucked away behind a closed space in his mind, something to savor. And he was taking notes because this still felt surreal. Evenings forcing Aaron to watch episode after episode of Star Trek, and drowning him with fact after fact about the engineering of the spaceship, chemical compound of fuel, the statistics of extra-terrestrial beings on other planets and the physics laws of an actual spaceship flying around in space and other evenings where they debated books, authors, movies, music, psychology, sociology, behavior... there never seemed to be a topic that they couldn´t talk about.
More often, Spencer stretched out on the couch with a book or two or a movie while Aaron took over the kitchen table, spreading out photos of crime scenes and murder victims, reviewing or writing reports. Reid did notice that Hotch never asked him to leave while he worked and that he never tried to engage Reid into whatever he was working on. Reid understood it; he had more responsibilities as the Unit Chief and he had held his private life separated from his work life before, so it was natural that he still did. On rare occasions Hotch had emerged from the kitchen, running his hand through his hair in frustration before joining him on the couch, starting a conversation or just softly embracing him and kissing like he was seeking comfort or making sure that Spencer was there. He was certain Aaron´s motives were more complex because Hotch was strong and didn´t need comforting or confirmations.
Inevitably the evening ended with them together on the couch, kissing, caressing and Aaron´s occasional manhandling (which sent jolts through Spencer) before Aaron promptly pulled away and sent Spencer home to sleep in his own bed and to deal with the aching hunger on his own. The irrational behavior confused him and the confusion irritated him and all he wanted to know was what was going on.
So, Spencer found himself cooking a bribery meal, vowing to himself that Aaron would not be leaving the apartment without an explanation, but he also feared that his questions would push Aaron away instead of resolving anything.
The potatoes were now swimming in the caramel-blend on the pan, the oven had been turned off and the wine opened. It had been a good day for the team; they´d rescued a twelve year old girl and caught a pedophile on the fast way of becoming a murderer. On the planeride back, Spencer had received a text from Aaron, telling him that Jack would be spending the night at Jessie´s and asking if he wanted to go out to dinner. He quickly put his plan into action and invited Aaron to dinner at six.
The knock on the door almost scared him out of his skin. Looking at the oven clock he noticed that his… something… was on time as usual.
Grapping the dishtowel, Spencer cleaned his hands as he walked to the door. He greeted a smiling Aaron with a quick kiss and invited him in before hurrying back to the kitchen to save the potatoes from burning in the caramel.
“Need a hand?” Aaron asked and followed him into the kitchen as he took off his sidearm. He put it on the top shelf on a bookcase nearest the kitchen. Spencer secretly smiled to himself as Aaron stopped midway into the kitchen and took in the set table. It wasn´t much-- only plates, silverware and a small tea candle in the middle of the kitchen table-- but it seemed to render Aaron speechless and he could feel the man´s eyes boring into his back.
“No, just take a seat and stop profiling me,” Spencer said self-consciously and sent him a shy smile.
Hotch pulled off his tie. “Sorry, occupational hazard,” he said and chuckled lightly as he unbuttoned his top button.
Spencer let out a long breath he hadn´t realized he´d been holding at the easy laughter. They sat down at the table after Spencer had served them each a steak and Aaron took a big bite and sighed at the amazing flavor. “Spencer, this is really good, you should cook more often.”
“Thank you, and you´re helping with the dishes,” Spencer said and took a bite.
“That´s only fair,” Aaron said and laughed. He´d figured out that Spencer wasn´t big on doing the dishes but he would help if asked.
The conversation went from Jack to cycling to a movie that Spencer wanted to see but Aaron didn´t. They finished the bottle of wine and Aaron opened another even though Spencer opted to go for coffee.
Together they cleared the table and Aaron filled the sink. In middle of washing a plate, Aaron splashed some water on Spencer to get him to stop one of his ramblings. Spencer jumped with a yelp and moved back. Aaron advanced toward him with wet hands and a joyful smile on his face. Raising his towel up in front of him, Spencer backed away before bolting out of the kitchen.
“Don´t you dare,” he squeaked and bent down to avoid the small shower Aaron blasted at him. “Aaron!” he yelped as the man came after him. He ran into the living room, around the living room table and up on the couch when Aaron made his move. He ran down the hallway and into his bedroom, but wasn´t fast enough to shut the door behind him. Aaron easily tackled him into the twin bed and straddled him.
Spencer grabbed a pillow and started pounding the soft object on the older man´s back as Aaron roamed his hands around the wiggling body underneath him.
“Please, no… No tickling,” Spencer cried as wet hands found the flat abdomen and started their fierce tickling. Spencer twisted and pushed against the hands and torso in vain effort to get away.
He heard Aaron´s deep laughter as the hands suddenly exchanged tickling for stroking and Spencer dared to open his eyes. Aaron was smiling and his eyes glowed in the small light from the hallway. Digging his finger into the mass of dark hair, Spencer pulled Aaron down for a soft, smiling kiss. The air disappeared between them as the kiss became deeper and tongues found partners in a slow dance.
Setting his foot on the edge of the bed, Spencer gained some leverage and arched into the heaviness above him, a strangled cry of need escaped from him as his member became instantly stiff. Pulling Aaron even closer, he drew a growl from the older man.
His fingers worked on their own, unbuttoning the white shirt only to push it off Aaron´s strong shoulders and reveal the white undershirt. He wanted to touch and feel and see and give and take and have and… ohhhhh.
Aaron ran his fingers over Spencer´s nipple as he sucked on the sensitive spot right below the ear, his tongue caressing the small spot before teeth grazed it. Somehow Aaron managed to pull the sweater-vest over Spencer´s head and as soon as he was free Spencer pulled him down, nibbling down his jugular, sucking hard in the crook of the neck, drawing insane low growls that only made his hardness painfully jump inside its confinement.
“God, Spencer,” Aaron whispered as Spencer´s hand trailed down the strong torso, cupping the stiffness inside the black suitpants. Swiftly, Aaron got rid of Spencer´s tie and started working on the buttons on Reid´s shirt. It wasn’t enough for Spencer; he wanted to feel the thickness, weigh it in his hands and without hesitation he quickly loosened Aaron´s buckle and forced his hand inside the waistband, letting out a long breath as his hand wrapped around the mass inside.
Aaron kissed his way down Spencer´s torso and he lost his grip as Aaron started to move off the bed. Quickly, Spencer sat up, grabbed the other man´s shoulders. Aaron looked up, his eyes dark and questioning.
“Don´t go.” His voice broke in the plea as he thought the other man was leaving.
“Spence, I´m just taking my pants off,” Aaron said with a soft smile and bent down and planted a kiss on Spencer´s lips, a kiss Spencer hungrily deepened as he pulled Aaron back onto the bed. With a whimper of need, Spencer pushed his groin into the heat above him, getting an audible intake of breath from the form above him.
He was so close, god, he just needed, pressure and… something. Spencer let Aaron go when he moved off him again. He frantically attacked his own buckle as Aaron got rid of his own pants and underwear. Aaron swiftly pulled Spencer´s pants and underwear off before crawling over him again.
A small mewl escaped from Spencer when their stiff cocks finally aligned. He felt intoxicated but Aaron´s undershirt was still in the way. He pushed it upward, pulling it over Aaron´s head as he ran his tongue over a nipple, teasing the torso with his tongue and fingers. Aaron grinded into him on reflex and a low grunt slipped away from him. Spencer´s breath caught and he whimpered at the pressure against his hardness, at the firm body above him, at the need and the ach in his abdomen.
“Aaron,” he cried and pushed into the heat, his arms going around the intense torso so close to him. Aaron took both of them in his left hand and Spencer set his hand over Aaron´s, pushing, rocking, taking and giving, gasping and screaming as he came, shaking against his lover who roared his release a few seconds later.
Panting, Aaron fell half on top of Spencer and half on the bed and Spencer nudged himself from underneath him, just enough so he could fill his lungs too.
Spencer turned his face and nuzzled Aaron´s nose, getting a lazy smile from Aaron, who threaded his hand into Spencer´s hair and pulled him close enough to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I´ve wanted to do that since I first kissed you,” Aaron confessed.
Pulling slightly away, Spencer looked at him in puzzlement, “Then why did you always send me home?” If he wasn´t so spent he´d be more upset about this.
“Spence, I´m your boss, you had to initiate it,” Aaron explained and smiled softly as he pulled him close again.
Spencer huffed and smiled. “Virtuous even when you´re breaking the rules.”
Chuckling, Aaron buried his face in the crook of the neck before him. “Don´t remind me,” he whispered as he lazily set a few kisses along the neck and shoulder.
Spencer felt heavy in his chest and not from Aaron´s arm that lay there protective. He crawled away from the older man and got off the bed, biting the inside of his lower lip as his mind raced. Without bothering to put on some clothes, he walked to the bedroom and cleaned himself up. He wetted a cloth before making his way into the apartment and shutting off the lights and making sure the alarm was on.
As he held out the cloth for Aaron, the older man gripped his arm instead and pulled him back on the bed, wrapping his long fingers around the young body. “Spencer?” He asked quietly.
“It bothers you that we are breaking the “no fraternizing”-rule,” Spencer whispered into the chest.
“Yes,” Aaron said into Spencer´s hair, “But this is more important.”
“And what if they find out? If the team finds out?” Spencer asked as his hands started to wander around the torso before him, feeling the muscles flex under his fingers, tracing the imperfections in the skin, first with his fingers then with his lips. He moved so he could gain better access to the scars he couldn´t reach with his tongue. Pushing Aaron onto his back, Spencer rolled with him, setting his knees on either side of Aaron and keeping up his sweet caress with his tongue and fingers, moving lower over his lover´s body.
“Can we…” Aaron gasped as Spencer took his half soft cock into his mouth, ”We can talk about that later,” the older man said in one aired breath. Aaron´s finger found themselves once more in Spencer´s soft curls and pressed his head lower.
Spencer grinned around the quickly hardening shaft and set his fingers around the base before letting the older man guide his head down, hisses and small moans encouraging him on until Aaron lightly tugged at his hair and guided their lips together in a fierce kiss.
Reaching for his drawer in the nightstand, Spencer´s fingers found the small tube he was searching for and thrust it into Aaron´s palm.
Aaron gave him an intense look, after inspecting the product. “Are you sure? We don´t have to.”
“No, I´ve waited long enough,” Spencer replied and let his tongue run over a nipple while his finger surrounded Aaron´s hard member.
Aaron sat up. Their chests collided, teeth scraped at sensitive spots, tongue´s danced over stimulated skin, tasting sweat and need and hunger, growls, mewl and hushed words guiding them.
Biting lightly at the boney shoulder, Aaron pushed one finger inside and Spencer tensed at the sensation, his head falling back, exposing his neck before he pushed downward and implanting the finger deeper inside him.
“More,” Spencer demanded into the air above him and Aaron quickly complied, letting two fingers slide in and out of him with ease as the young lover gasped at the heat that formed somewhere inside him while Aaron mapped out his neck with his tongue.
He couldn´t take any more. He needed Aaron, inside him, now. With a hard push, Aaron fell on his back and Spencer quickly rolled the condom on. Barely lubricating the thickness, he closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself on it, letting it fill him, inch by agonizing inch.
A high pitched mewl fell from him when finally, at last, Aaron filled him. He didn´t register the harsh breathing from underneath him until it murmured his name and he opened his eyes. Aaron stared at him, his eyes dark with need, his fingers squeezing the cover in a fierce grip, his body shaking with effort of holding back from driving into him again and again.
Empowered was what he felt. He raised himself up slightly, just to push the hard cock back inside, drawing incoherent growls from Aaron. Slowly he repeated the action, feeling Aaron´s involuntary thrust into him. He squeaked as Aaron hit that spot inside of him, pushing him closer and closer until Aaron wrapped his hand around Spencer´s erection and forced him toward the climax with a few jerks.
Aaron drove into the receiving body, a restrained growl escaping from his as he came. Spencer fell on top of Aaron, utterly boneless with exhaustion but managed a small complaint as Aaron withdrew from him.
Planting a few kisses in Spencer´s hair, Aaron nuzzled him as he pulled at the covers, “Come on, lets get under the covers.”
Spencer managed to roll just enough so Aaron could pull the sheets down. He rolled back into the warm waiting arms and Aaron adjusted the sheets over them.
“Good night, Aaron,” he whispered and planted a soft kiss on the shoulder closer to him.
“Good night, Spence,” Aaron whispered back and pulled him even closer before closing his eyes.
-The End.