Fic challenge.
Title: One night in Montana
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash
Word count: ~3300
Summary: Wet and cold Hotch gets more then he thought possible in a small cabin in the wilderness of Montana.
Unbeta
Written for fuckordiefic-challenge
Prompt: Hypothermia - Gotta get that body temp up or someone's going to die
A/N: I don´t think I filled the prompt very well. I was struggling with this until the end and I´m not 100% happy with it, it feels very OOC, but deadline is today so I decided to post it anyway. And really, I suck at titles.
***
Neither of them saw the snow-covered rock, it wasn´t until the SUV hit it that they realized it was there. Reid checked the damages and declared the engine unusable. The rock had pierced the oil-pan and it was losing oil fast. Calling Garcia on the satellite phone, she informed them about the hunting cabin roughly 3 miles from where they were stranded.
The iced over creek had been Hotch´s other bad luck as he´d been walking a bit ahead of Reid and hadn´t seen the stream. The ice had given away from his weight and he´d fallen into the water, soaking him completely. They´d been about half way to the cabin and as they´d made their way, the wind had picked up and it had started snowing, making his body temperature fall even faster. To top it, Hotch´d had the phone in his coat pocket and the water had probable ruined the only life line they´d had.
***
They practically fall through the door of the small cabin and Reid quickly closes the door behind them. They scan the place, it´s one big room with a sofa in the middle of the room, a closet against one wall and a few kitchen cabinets on the other side of the room, a small table with two rusty chairs nearby but the most welcoming sight is the fireplace on the other side of the sofa.
“Stay here,” Reid says quietly and removes his supporting arm from around his waist as Spencer lets go of his arm that´s around the young man´s shoulders.
Hotch can barely nod through the shivering, he´s gotten more and more cold as his wet clothes started freezing and is shaking from the cold. Reid moves to the fireplace and pulls out a log from the small pile of wood stacked up against the wall.
Reid looks over his shoulder and shoots him, what he calls, hard glare but Hotch recognizes the worry in his eyes. Try to keep moving Somehow Hotch manages to pull off his gloves but his fingers are white and numb from the cold and not complying as he tries to unzip his winter jacket. Reid is kneeling and working in front of the fireplace and he hears the sound of paper being ripped from a book and a match being scrapped against its box.
A frustrated whimper escapes from Reid and more paper is torn from the notebook but soon he stands up and Hotch sees that he managed to get a small fire going. He watches as Reid opens the closet and pulls out an armful of blankets and sheets which he dumps on the couch.
Reid takes the few steps that separate them and looks Hotch in the eye, before reaching for the zipper and starts to undress him. His winter jacket is so frozen that Reid has to use force to get it off his trembling body, fleece sweater and tie go next. It takes a few tries to get all of the buttons on his shirt undone. Reid rubs his hands together to get some warmth into them between undoing two or three buttons at the time. Without a word, Reid leads him to the sofa when he´s undone the button and zipper on Hotch´s jeans and Reid drags the frigid pants off his legs. His boxers and undershirt are wet and cold too. Reid gets a large comforter ready and pulls the last garments off him before wrapping it twice around this torso. Another blanket goes around his feet.
The fire is burning nicely and the wind is doing its best to penetrate the sturdy walls. Reid adds logs to the fire after he tucks Hotch into the sofa and covers him in the rest of the blankets and sheets. Closing his eyes, Hotch´s only concentration is on trying to stop trembling and force warmth into his body but his thoughts are clouded and he´s so cold.
He´s not sure how long it has been when a warm hand touches his face. He opens his eyes, Reid smiles tentatively and withdraws his hand. “I need to go outside,” the young man says quietly. Hotch tries to nod. Okay. Reid puts his hand on his forehead to feel the temperature before securing the blankets better around Hotch´s torso. “Don´t fall asleep,” he whispers as he moves away. Hotch can´t help but think he´s witnessing yet another site of his young subordinate.
Hotch can hear him in the background, the footsteps as he walks on the wood floor, the front-door opening and closing and harsh breathing. He opens his eyes; the woodpile has grown considerable but the wood is covered in snow, a pot is in the fireplace melting snow and Reid is undressing.
Despite Reid´s obvious self-consciousness, Hotch can´t seem to take his eyes off the long, thin body, his cheeks rosy from the cold and his hair wet from the snow. He knows perfectly well that body-to-body is the best way to heat up someone who´s been exposed to severe cold. Reid leaves his boxers and socks on and carefully unfolds Hotch from the pile. “You should lie on your back,” Reid hesitantly tells him because the bed is really too narrow for them to lie side by side without one of them falling to the floor. His movements are wobbly as he uncurls and straightens on his back and Reid quickly lies on top of him, pulling the blankets around them.
Fidgeting, Reid makes sure every single blanket is covering them and murmurs apologies as his leg falls between Hotch´s and his hands come to rest under his shoulders. Hotch closes his eyes as the body is pressed to his, trying not to think about how many times this body has entered his dreams or how long it´s been since he laid naked with another adult. As Reid stills, Hotch lays his hands on his lower back, earning a squeal from the young man as Reid presses his pelvis into his in order to get away from the cold hands.
“Sorry,” Reid whispers with panic and wiggles lower under the covers.
Although Hotch´s skin is cold, he can feel the hard flesh against his thigh. He opens his eyes and meets Reid´s wide open ones. A wave of warmth suddenly washes over him, making him shiver with desire instead of the chill but he refuses to break the eye contact. He runs his hands up the back, pressing lightly between Reid´s shoulder-blades and indicates he should lie back down.
“Stop apologizing,” he stutters and with as much force as he can muster he pushes Reid´s head down on his chest. After a while, the hardness disappears and he feels Reid relax against him. Letting out a quiet breath, Hotch does the same. Time passes and slowly Hotch´s body stops shivering as the heat radiating from the other body warms up their cocoon.
Hotch raises his head and looks at the young man when he hears his breath even out. Reid has his eyes closed and seems to have fallen asleep. In need to touch, his hand runs over Reid´s head, tangling up the short, soft strings so they stick out even more. Mumbling something incoherent in his sleep, Reid rubs his nose before tilting his head backward and seeking the warmth in the crook of Hotch´s neck. Reid´s hips thrust against Hotch´s thigh and he feels the firmness is back, pressing almost painfully into the muscles. Drawing a shuddering breath, Hotch closes his eyes as he feels his own body respond. He lies perfectly still, willing his body not to react by thinking of cold showers and his father´s lecture when he caught him masturbating one morning. It doesn´t have the desirable effect.
Hotch must have tightened his hold on the other body because the young man makes a quiet noise and shifts in his arms, driving the firmness into his leg as his hand lands flat on Hotch´s chest almost curled between them. Suddenly, Reid stiffens in Hotch´s arms and he knows the genius is awake and it will only take him moments to assess the situation. When he feels Reid get ready to bolt, Hotch firmly holds him in place. A second later he realizes his mistake and lets his hands fall to his sides, gripping the comforter tightly as he closes his eyes.
“I´m sorry,” he says but only feels Reid move before something warm touches his forehead, easing out the lines of worry that have immigrated there. Reid´s fingertips, Hotch realizes, as the other man runs his thumb along the edge of the eyebrow before the fingers start their downward trail, over the cheekbone and scrape against harsh stubbles along the jaw. Hotch doesn´t dare to move and grips the blanket more firmly in his fists. He should stop this, he should set his hands on Reid´s chest and push him away, he should….
Lips are set against his, soft and moist but they are gone before he can react. Suddenly Reid moves, his body sliding upward and Hotch hisses as his erection comes in contact with Reid´s boxers, the fabric giving him almost painful brush.
Reid kisses him again as he lays his fingers along the side of Hotch´s face. Hotch´s nerves are extended to their fullest, heightening every touch and sending shocks of electricity through his body. A touch of tongue against his mouth as the thumb strokes Hotch´s cheekbone, a nibble on the lower lib followed by a brush of parted lips against the corner of his mouth. Oh God, it´s feels so good to be touched again, to have Spencer… his Spencer… kiss and caress parts of him that have been be unattended for so long. Hotch breath quickens and he can feel his self-control failing with every contact Reid makes.
Hotch quickly grabs Reid´s face between his hands, pushing him backward as he sits up. He stares at young man who looks back with confident and unflustered by the gaze. For a short moment, they stare at each other. Without breaking the eye contact, Reid raises his hand and gently caresses Hotch´s face with the tip of his fingers, down his neck, over his shoulder and down his chest, a light sweep over a nibble, over his ribcage and… stopping on his abdomen, right above where his hardness rests.
A rush of want, need and hunger washes over Hotch and he pulls Reid forward, crushing their mouths together, letting his tongue finally… finally… taste the sweetness as the last of his restrain folds. His hand finds a firm grip in the other man´s hair as the other sneaks around his waist and pulling the thin body flush against his, a jolt of desire overtakes his body and he quietly growls. Hotch pulls the head back, baring the neck for his lips, tongue and teeth to explore, taste and mark before finding his way back up to Reid´s eager mouth who kisses him back with just as much fury. There is no gentleness, no caresses only primal need to feel, touch and make his.
Reid´s hands roam firmly over Hotch´s back and Hotch finds the elastic of Reid´s boxers, roughly pushing them past the buttocks, his hand pressing against the naked skin. Reid whimpers with need against Hotch´s lips as his hardness is pressed between their bodies. A finger trails between the cheeks and Reid hisses: “Yes!” into the air as it find the opening and nudges it. Hotch lies down, drawing the other body with him and Reid falls against his body, seeking his lips for a fierce kiss. Their tongues dance in a fast tango without halt, each knowing the next steps of the other with confusing familiarity that neither wants to profile.
Reid moves up on his knees breaking the kiss. Fingers close around his hard flesh and gently stroke, Hotch´s head falls back and he moans lowly as the heated sensation spreads over his body. His eyes snap open when he feels pressure against the head of his member; what is he doing? Hotch quickly sits up and puts his hands to Reid´s hips, stilling his movements; “No,” he whispers, “I don´t want to hurt you.”
Reid stares at him, his expression open and lustful, “You won´t,” he quietly replies, “I want you… like this.”
“Spencer…” Hotch runs his hand up the other man´s back but Reid hold his eyes with his. Yes, I want you too…, more then you´ll ever know.
“Trust me,” Spencer whispers before kissing him gently. “I want this, I want you,” he murmurs into his ear and kisses down his neck. He closes his eyes and can´t hold back the small growl when Spencer finds the sensitive spot on his neck. Reid works the spot with his tongue and teeth and Hotch knows what he´s doing but none the less he lets the young man push him back down. He keeps his eyes closed when Reid sits back up on his knees and starts pressing down on him in an agonizingly slow phase. The tight heat gradually surrounds him and he grips the blanket again, knowing that if he touched Spencer right now, he would slam into him and hurt him.
Pained breathing can be heard from above and Hotch dares to open his eyes, catching his breath at the sight. Spencer has his eyes closed in concentration and the soft light from the fire plays on his naked skin. He´s beautiful. Spencer hisses when Hotch´s member jumps inside of him and Hotch can´t help it, he has to touch, has to find out if this is real. He sits up, earning a whimper as he moves, and sets his hands on Spencer´s face before kissing him, slowly and easily. Spencer grabs his shoulders and gives back. Wrapping his arms around the body, Hotch pulls him closer, whispering his name as his fingers find their way between them taking the half hard member in his hand. He gently strokes it, coaxes it into fullness while his lips plant warm kisses along the neck, jaw and mouth, catching every moan that escape from the younger man.
Spencer pushes him down on his back and starts moving. Hotch can feel the fire burning inside, ready to be let out but he forces it back and waits until Spencer has found the perfect angel on top of him. The young man yelps and it´s enough, Hotch pushes again and again up into the heat, fire spreads through his body at lightning speed and explodes in his core. He roars as his body shakes from the intense release.
Breathing harshly, Hotch opens his eyes and finds Spencer leaning on his hands and staring down at him breathing just as hard.
“Fuck,” Spencer breaths out and Hotch looks at him in surprise before laughing.
“Yeah,” he affirms and rises up on his elbow, pulling Spencer in for a lazy kiss before lying back down.
Spencer moves off him and Hotch watches him walk to the pile that is his wet clothes. Reid throws Hotch´s shirt at him, it´s still cold but damp.
“My shirt, really?” Hotch can´t help but ask as Spenser removes the pot from the fireplace.
“Your t-shirt is warmer,” Spencer states matter-of-factly and adds a log to the fire.
Hotch looks at his shirt for a moment and then uses it to clean up the mess, carefully folding it around the spot when he´s done. As he sits up, Reid brings over a tin cup and hands it to him.
“Coffee?” Hotch says after he smelled the liquid.
“It´s instant. Sorry, no milk but I have sugar,” Reid tells him.
“No, thank you,” Hotch replies and watches Spenser take the shirt and walk to the front of the cabin, out of his sight. While he gives Spencer the privacy he clearly needs, he uses the time to spread out the rest his clothes over chairs and open cupboard doors. Hopefully they´ll managed to dry some.
Spencer returns and to Hotch´s dismay, he has put on his own shirt although there is only one button buttoned it´s still long enough to cover him. He knows he shouldn´t be disappointed but he is. It feels like Spencer has put on armor and is untouchable, it makes him feel naked.
Reid hands him the shirt, without though Hotch throws it in the fire and watches the evidence of the night burn as he takes a seat and pulls the blanket around him. Reid brings over his own tin cup filled with coffee; Hotch raises his arm and opens the blanket in an invention for Spencer to join him. Spencer leans against him and Hotch sets his arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer and plants a small kiss on his temples.
He knows in a few minutes, he´s going to have to break the spell. No matter how much he wants this, he doesn´t have anything to offer the brilliant man, Spencer deserves better and there is too much baggage. But… at least for the moment… he´s going to enjoy the warmth Spencer brings to his world.
A particularly harsh wind pulls on the roof and the cabin replies with the creak of wood. Hotch looks up at the noise.
“There is an intense low-pressure system moving over,” Reid says.
“How bad is it?”
Reid thinks for a moment, “Bad enough they won´t send anyone until the worst is over.”
Knowing he has his opening, Hotch tightens his hold on the shoulders. He doesn´t want to do this, but he has to. “Spencer,” he whispers but fingers are set against his mouth, silencing him before he can continue.
“I understand,” Reid whispers back.
He presses the fingers against his lips and kisses them before holding them tight. “What do you understand?”
Spencer sits up and turns toward him, his expression serious as he pulls his hand away from Hotch´s grip. “I understand that there are too many reasons for this to ever happen again, foremost of them being I´m your subordinate.”
“We must not promise what we ought not, lest we be called on to perform what we cannot” Hotch says quietly.
“Abraham Lincoln,” Spencer replies and tilts his head in thought. “I don´t understand. What is it that you can´t promise?”
Hotch suddenly realizes he´s not even sure of what Spencer wants. He takes Spencer´s hand back into his and gently brushes his finger up and down Spencer´s back, looking him straight in to the eyes. “I want this to happen again, but right now I can´t make any promises because I don´t know if I have anything left to give.”
Spencer´s eyebrows arch upward in surprise as he realizes what Hotch is saying. “Hotch, you are…”
It´s Hotch´s turn to silence the other man by planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Tell me you´ll think about it and let me know, that´s all I ask,” Hotch whispers and plants another softer kiss on Spencer´s cheek.
“I´ll think about it and let you know,” Spencer repeats instantly and both man chuckle before getting comfortable again under the cover.
***
Four days after they were rescued, Hotch finds a gift-box on his desk when he arrives at the office. He inspects the box but finds no card so he carefully opens it. Inside he finds a new off-white button shirt. He frowns as he looks at the item before seeing the card lying on top of it.
It simply read: “Determine that the thing can and shall be done, and then we shall find the way. A.L.”
Hotch smiles and runs his fingertips over the fabric, he´s already planning on wearing it on Friday.
-The End.
Fandom/Pairing: Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash
Word count: ~3300
Summary: Wet and cold Hotch gets more then he thought possible in a small cabin in the wilderness of Montana.
Unbeta
Written for fuckordiefic-challenge
Prompt: Hypothermia - Gotta get that body temp up or someone's going to die
A/N: I don´t think I filled the prompt very well. I was struggling with this until the end and I´m not 100% happy with it, it feels very OOC, but deadline is today so I decided to post it anyway. And really, I suck at titles.
***
Neither of them saw the snow-covered rock, it wasn´t until the SUV hit it that they realized it was there. Reid checked the damages and declared the engine unusable. The rock had pierced the oil-pan and it was losing oil fast. Calling Garcia on the satellite phone, she informed them about the hunting cabin roughly 3 miles from where they were stranded.
The iced over creek had been Hotch´s other bad luck as he´d been walking a bit ahead of Reid and hadn´t seen the stream. The ice had given away from his weight and he´d fallen into the water, soaking him completely. They´d been about half way to the cabin and as they´d made their way, the wind had picked up and it had started snowing, making his body temperature fall even faster. To top it, Hotch´d had the phone in his coat pocket and the water had probable ruined the only life line they´d had.
***
They practically fall through the door of the small cabin and Reid quickly closes the door behind them. They scan the place, it´s one big room with a sofa in the middle of the room, a closet against one wall and a few kitchen cabinets on the other side of the room, a small table with two rusty chairs nearby but the most welcoming sight is the fireplace on the other side of the sofa.
“Stay here,” Reid says quietly and removes his supporting arm from around his waist as Spencer lets go of his arm that´s around the young man´s shoulders.
Hotch can barely nod through the shivering, he´s gotten more and more cold as his wet clothes started freezing and is shaking from the cold. Reid moves to the fireplace and pulls out a log from the small pile of wood stacked up against the wall.
Reid looks over his shoulder and shoots him, what he calls, hard glare but Hotch recognizes the worry in his eyes. Try to keep moving Somehow Hotch manages to pull off his gloves but his fingers are white and numb from the cold and not complying as he tries to unzip his winter jacket. Reid is kneeling and working in front of the fireplace and he hears the sound of paper being ripped from a book and a match being scrapped against its box.
A frustrated whimper escapes from Reid and more paper is torn from the notebook but soon he stands up and Hotch sees that he managed to get a small fire going. He watches as Reid opens the closet and pulls out an armful of blankets and sheets which he dumps on the couch.
Reid takes the few steps that separate them and looks Hotch in the eye, before reaching for the zipper and starts to undress him. His winter jacket is so frozen that Reid has to use force to get it off his trembling body, fleece sweater and tie go next. It takes a few tries to get all of the buttons on his shirt undone. Reid rubs his hands together to get some warmth into them between undoing two or three buttons at the time. Without a word, Reid leads him to the sofa when he´s undone the button and zipper on Hotch´s jeans and Reid drags the frigid pants off his legs. His boxers and undershirt are wet and cold too. Reid gets a large comforter ready and pulls the last garments off him before wrapping it twice around this torso. Another blanket goes around his feet.
The fire is burning nicely and the wind is doing its best to penetrate the sturdy walls. Reid adds logs to the fire after he tucks Hotch into the sofa and covers him in the rest of the blankets and sheets. Closing his eyes, Hotch´s only concentration is on trying to stop trembling and force warmth into his body but his thoughts are clouded and he´s so cold.
He´s not sure how long it has been when a warm hand touches his face. He opens his eyes, Reid smiles tentatively and withdraws his hand. “I need to go outside,” the young man says quietly. Hotch tries to nod. Okay. Reid puts his hand on his forehead to feel the temperature before securing the blankets better around Hotch´s torso. “Don´t fall asleep,” he whispers as he moves away. Hotch can´t help but think he´s witnessing yet another site of his young subordinate.
Hotch can hear him in the background, the footsteps as he walks on the wood floor, the front-door opening and closing and harsh breathing. He opens his eyes; the woodpile has grown considerable but the wood is covered in snow, a pot is in the fireplace melting snow and Reid is undressing.
Despite Reid´s obvious self-consciousness, Hotch can´t seem to take his eyes off the long, thin body, his cheeks rosy from the cold and his hair wet from the snow. He knows perfectly well that body-to-body is the best way to heat up someone who´s been exposed to severe cold. Reid leaves his boxers and socks on and carefully unfolds Hotch from the pile. “You should lie on your back,” Reid hesitantly tells him because the bed is really too narrow for them to lie side by side without one of them falling to the floor. His movements are wobbly as he uncurls and straightens on his back and Reid quickly lies on top of him, pulling the blankets around them.
Fidgeting, Reid makes sure every single blanket is covering them and murmurs apologies as his leg falls between Hotch´s and his hands come to rest under his shoulders. Hotch closes his eyes as the body is pressed to his, trying not to think about how many times this body has entered his dreams or how long it´s been since he laid naked with another adult. As Reid stills, Hotch lays his hands on his lower back, earning a squeal from the young man as Reid presses his pelvis into his in order to get away from the cold hands.
“Sorry,” Reid whispers with panic and wiggles lower under the covers.
Although Hotch´s skin is cold, he can feel the hard flesh against his thigh. He opens his eyes and meets Reid´s wide open ones. A wave of warmth suddenly washes over him, making him shiver with desire instead of the chill but he refuses to break the eye contact. He runs his hands up the back, pressing lightly between Reid´s shoulder-blades and indicates he should lie back down.
“Stop apologizing,” he stutters and with as much force as he can muster he pushes Reid´s head down on his chest. After a while, the hardness disappears and he feels Reid relax against him. Letting out a quiet breath, Hotch does the same. Time passes and slowly Hotch´s body stops shivering as the heat radiating from the other body warms up their cocoon.
Hotch raises his head and looks at the young man when he hears his breath even out. Reid has his eyes closed and seems to have fallen asleep. In need to touch, his hand runs over Reid´s head, tangling up the short, soft strings so they stick out even more. Mumbling something incoherent in his sleep, Reid rubs his nose before tilting his head backward and seeking the warmth in the crook of Hotch´s neck. Reid´s hips thrust against Hotch´s thigh and he feels the firmness is back, pressing almost painfully into the muscles. Drawing a shuddering breath, Hotch closes his eyes as he feels his own body respond. He lies perfectly still, willing his body not to react by thinking of cold showers and his father´s lecture when he caught him masturbating one morning. It doesn´t have the desirable effect.
Hotch must have tightened his hold on the other body because the young man makes a quiet noise and shifts in his arms, driving the firmness into his leg as his hand lands flat on Hotch´s chest almost curled between them. Suddenly, Reid stiffens in Hotch´s arms and he knows the genius is awake and it will only take him moments to assess the situation. When he feels Reid get ready to bolt, Hotch firmly holds him in place. A second later he realizes his mistake and lets his hands fall to his sides, gripping the comforter tightly as he closes his eyes.
“I´m sorry,” he says but only feels Reid move before something warm touches his forehead, easing out the lines of worry that have immigrated there. Reid´s fingertips, Hotch realizes, as the other man runs his thumb along the edge of the eyebrow before the fingers start their downward trail, over the cheekbone and scrape against harsh stubbles along the jaw. Hotch doesn´t dare to move and grips the blanket more firmly in his fists. He should stop this, he should set his hands on Reid´s chest and push him away, he should….
Lips are set against his, soft and moist but they are gone before he can react. Suddenly Reid moves, his body sliding upward and Hotch hisses as his erection comes in contact with Reid´s boxers, the fabric giving him almost painful brush.
Reid kisses him again as he lays his fingers along the side of Hotch´s face. Hotch´s nerves are extended to their fullest, heightening every touch and sending shocks of electricity through his body. A touch of tongue against his mouth as the thumb strokes Hotch´s cheekbone, a nibble on the lower lib followed by a brush of parted lips against the corner of his mouth. Oh God, it´s feels so good to be touched again, to have Spencer… his Spencer… kiss and caress parts of him that have been be unattended for so long. Hotch breath quickens and he can feel his self-control failing with every contact Reid makes.
Hotch quickly grabs Reid´s face between his hands, pushing him backward as he sits up. He stares at young man who looks back with confident and unflustered by the gaze. For a short moment, they stare at each other. Without breaking the eye contact, Reid raises his hand and gently caresses Hotch´s face with the tip of his fingers, down his neck, over his shoulder and down his chest, a light sweep over a nibble, over his ribcage and… stopping on his abdomen, right above where his hardness rests.
A rush of want, need and hunger washes over Hotch and he pulls Reid forward, crushing their mouths together, letting his tongue finally… finally… taste the sweetness as the last of his restrain folds. His hand finds a firm grip in the other man´s hair as the other sneaks around his waist and pulling the thin body flush against his, a jolt of desire overtakes his body and he quietly growls. Hotch pulls the head back, baring the neck for his lips, tongue and teeth to explore, taste and mark before finding his way back up to Reid´s eager mouth who kisses him back with just as much fury. There is no gentleness, no caresses only primal need to feel, touch and make his.
Reid´s hands roam firmly over Hotch´s back and Hotch finds the elastic of Reid´s boxers, roughly pushing them past the buttocks, his hand pressing against the naked skin. Reid whimpers with need against Hotch´s lips as his hardness is pressed between their bodies. A finger trails between the cheeks and Reid hisses: “Yes!” into the air as it find the opening and nudges it. Hotch lies down, drawing the other body with him and Reid falls against his body, seeking his lips for a fierce kiss. Their tongues dance in a fast tango without halt, each knowing the next steps of the other with confusing familiarity that neither wants to profile.
Reid moves up on his knees breaking the kiss. Fingers close around his hard flesh and gently stroke, Hotch´s head falls back and he moans lowly as the heated sensation spreads over his body. His eyes snap open when he feels pressure against the head of his member; what is he doing? Hotch quickly sits up and puts his hands to Reid´s hips, stilling his movements; “No,” he whispers, “I don´t want to hurt you.”
Reid stares at him, his expression open and lustful, “You won´t,” he quietly replies, “I want you… like this.”
“Spencer…” Hotch runs his hand up the other man´s back but Reid hold his eyes with his. Yes, I want you too…, more then you´ll ever know.
“Trust me,” Spencer whispers before kissing him gently. “I want this, I want you,” he murmurs into his ear and kisses down his neck. He closes his eyes and can´t hold back the small growl when Spencer finds the sensitive spot on his neck. Reid works the spot with his tongue and teeth and Hotch knows what he´s doing but none the less he lets the young man push him back down. He keeps his eyes closed when Reid sits back up on his knees and starts pressing down on him in an agonizingly slow phase. The tight heat gradually surrounds him and he grips the blanket again, knowing that if he touched Spencer right now, he would slam into him and hurt him.
Pained breathing can be heard from above and Hotch dares to open his eyes, catching his breath at the sight. Spencer has his eyes closed in concentration and the soft light from the fire plays on his naked skin. He´s beautiful. Spencer hisses when Hotch´s member jumps inside of him and Hotch can´t help it, he has to touch, has to find out if this is real. He sits up, earning a whimper as he moves, and sets his hands on Spencer´s face before kissing him, slowly and easily. Spencer grabs his shoulders and gives back. Wrapping his arms around the body, Hotch pulls him closer, whispering his name as his fingers find their way between them taking the half hard member in his hand. He gently strokes it, coaxes it into fullness while his lips plant warm kisses along the neck, jaw and mouth, catching every moan that escape from the younger man.
Spencer pushes him down on his back and starts moving. Hotch can feel the fire burning inside, ready to be let out but he forces it back and waits until Spencer has found the perfect angel on top of him. The young man yelps and it´s enough, Hotch pushes again and again up into the heat, fire spreads through his body at lightning speed and explodes in his core. He roars as his body shakes from the intense release.
Breathing harshly, Hotch opens his eyes and finds Spencer leaning on his hands and staring down at him breathing just as hard.
“Fuck,” Spencer breaths out and Hotch looks at him in surprise before laughing.
“Yeah,” he affirms and rises up on his elbow, pulling Spencer in for a lazy kiss before lying back down.
Spencer moves off him and Hotch watches him walk to the pile that is his wet clothes. Reid throws Hotch´s shirt at him, it´s still cold but damp.
“My shirt, really?” Hotch can´t help but ask as Spenser removes the pot from the fireplace.
“Your t-shirt is warmer,” Spencer states matter-of-factly and adds a log to the fire.
Hotch looks at his shirt for a moment and then uses it to clean up the mess, carefully folding it around the spot when he´s done. As he sits up, Reid brings over a tin cup and hands it to him.
“Coffee?” Hotch says after he smelled the liquid.
“It´s instant. Sorry, no milk but I have sugar,” Reid tells him.
“No, thank you,” Hotch replies and watches Spenser take the shirt and walk to the front of the cabin, out of his sight. While he gives Spencer the privacy he clearly needs, he uses the time to spread out the rest his clothes over chairs and open cupboard doors. Hopefully they´ll managed to dry some.
Spencer returns and to Hotch´s dismay, he has put on his own shirt although there is only one button buttoned it´s still long enough to cover him. He knows he shouldn´t be disappointed but he is. It feels like Spencer has put on armor and is untouchable, it makes him feel naked.
Reid hands him the shirt, without though Hotch throws it in the fire and watches the evidence of the night burn as he takes a seat and pulls the blanket around him. Reid brings over his own tin cup filled with coffee; Hotch raises his arm and opens the blanket in an invention for Spencer to join him. Spencer leans against him and Hotch sets his arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer and plants a small kiss on his temples.
He knows in a few minutes, he´s going to have to break the spell. No matter how much he wants this, he doesn´t have anything to offer the brilliant man, Spencer deserves better and there is too much baggage. But… at least for the moment… he´s going to enjoy the warmth Spencer brings to his world.
A particularly harsh wind pulls on the roof and the cabin replies with the creak of wood. Hotch looks up at the noise.
“There is an intense low-pressure system moving over,” Reid says.
“How bad is it?”
Reid thinks for a moment, “Bad enough they won´t send anyone until the worst is over.”
Knowing he has his opening, Hotch tightens his hold on the shoulders. He doesn´t want to do this, but he has to. “Spencer,” he whispers but fingers are set against his mouth, silencing him before he can continue.
“I understand,” Reid whispers back.
He presses the fingers against his lips and kisses them before holding them tight. “What do you understand?”
Spencer sits up and turns toward him, his expression serious as he pulls his hand away from Hotch´s grip. “I understand that there are too many reasons for this to ever happen again, foremost of them being I´m your subordinate.”
“We must not promise what we ought not, lest we be called on to perform what we cannot” Hotch says quietly.
“Abraham Lincoln,” Spencer replies and tilts his head in thought. “I don´t understand. What is it that you can´t promise?”
Hotch suddenly realizes he´s not even sure of what Spencer wants. He takes Spencer´s hand back into his and gently brushes his finger up and down Spencer´s back, looking him straight in to the eyes. “I want this to happen again, but right now I can´t make any promises because I don´t know if I have anything left to give.”
Spencer´s eyebrows arch upward in surprise as he realizes what Hotch is saying. “Hotch, you are…”
It´s Hotch´s turn to silence the other man by planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Tell me you´ll think about it and let me know, that´s all I ask,” Hotch whispers and plants another softer kiss on Spencer´s cheek.
“I´ll think about it and let you know,” Spencer repeats instantly and both man chuckle before getting comfortable again under the cover.
***
Four days after they were rescued, Hotch finds a gift-box on his desk when he arrives at the office. He inspects the box but finds no card so he carefully opens it. Inside he finds a new off-white button shirt. He frowns as he looks at the item before seeing the card lying on top of it.
It simply read: “Determine that the thing can and shall be done, and then we shall find the way. A.L.”
Hotch smiles and runs his fingertips over the fabric, he´s already planning on wearing it on Friday.
-The End.