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Title: Jealousy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Requested by: Anonymous
Word count: 944
Warning: None
Unbeta
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He was not jealous. Absolutely not.
Hotch had watched as Spencer disappeared through the glass door with Morgan and Prentiss, a few minutes before noon. He´d had the impression that they´d all gone out for lunch together.
Now, standing in the lunch-line at their cafe, Hotch stared at the two men occupying the corner booth and completely ignored the tightening in his chest. He would know that profile, hair-cut, and neck anywhere. Spencer leaned forward in his seat, his forearms resting comfortable on the table as his hand held on to the paper-cup. His lover smiled widely at something the stranger said and his reply made the odd man´s shoulders shake with laughter. They seemed like old friends and very comfortable with each other.
If it hadn´t been for the new Nike sneakers and the expensive leather jacket, Hotch would have thought the man sitting opposite Spencer, was a bum. He had his dark hair combed back and sparse dark beard covered his jaw and upper lip. His brown eyes danced with joy as he talked to Spencer.
He was absolutely not jealous. Spencer had every right to have friends Hotch didn´t know about and meet them at the coffee-shop where they´d had their first kiss. Even if it was someone from Spencer past. Spencer looked comfortable around him and their attitude hinted they were close friends - really close friends. Hotch drew in a long breath through the nose and took a step forward as the lined moved.
For a split second Hotch thought if he should go over there and introduce himself but decided against it, he was after all not the jealous boyfriend. Spencer didn´t need to have his permission to be here with this man, former lover or not. So, when it was his turn, he ordered his meal to-go. At the office, he quietly shut his office-door and hid in there for the rest of the day.
At the end of the day, Spencer ended up at his place uninvited. After a quick meal with forceful conversation, Hotch spread out his paperwork on the dining-room table fully intending to work while Spencer cleaned up after dinner. He could hear Spencer working in the kitchen and wondered when Spencer had gotten so comfortable in his apartment. That thought finally led him to analyze what had been bothering him all afternoon.
“I missed you at lunch,” Hotch said loud enough for it to carry into the kitchen as he opened the file in front of him.
“Yeah, I met with Ethan,” Spencer called back conversationally and Hotch could hear a plate hit the rack. Was it set down with more force than necessary? Hotch studied his pen, the one Spencer had given him for his birthday and Hotch kept at home because he didn´t want to lose it at the office.
“Who´s Ethan?” Hotch asked evenly but his heart was beating a bit faster in his chest. Spencer must have heard something odd in his voice because he exited the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishtowel. Hotch looked up and met his eyes with a steady gaze. In a brief moment Spencer´s eyes went from widening in surprise to calculating.
“Why do you ask?” Spencer asked almost carefully as he moved closer and set the towel down on the counter.
“You´ve never spoken of him,” Hotch replied and made sure to keep his face masked and voice leveled. Spencer tilted his head as he thought and Hotch knew he´d been made. Stopping next to Hotch´s chair, Spencer gave the table a small push.
“What are you doing?” Hotch asked as the table moved away from him
“Making room,” Spencer replied and straddled Hotch´s thighs. Spencer raised his hand and caressed Hotch´s cheek as his eyes studied him. “Are you jealous?” he asked gently.
“No,” Hotch immediately replied but thought better of his answer. “Should I be?” he asked and stared hard into Spencer´s eyes.
Spencer didn´t look at all intimidated by the glare, instead he withdrew his hand and smiled. “Ethan and I met at Cal Tech when I was fifteen. He has an IQ of one hundred seventy nine and we were rivals at first but became friends later. We joined the FBI together but he quit after one day. We occasionally e-mail and meet maybe twice a year.”
Hotch didn´t deny the relief he felt. The corners of Spencer´s mouth flickered upward when he noticed. “So, no. You shouldn´t be,” Spencer finished.
Looking away, Hotch felt foolish for overreacting over the situation, of course there was a much simpler explanation. “I´m sorry.” He returned his gaze back at Spencer when Spencer chuckled. “What?”
Spencer looked away bemused as he collected his thoughts. “I find it puzzling that someone would be jealous over me,” he said and returned his gaze back at Hotch.
Hotch stared at him for a moment in disbelief before quickly cupping Spencer´s cheek and capturing his lips in an intense kiss. Spencer made a short surprising sound before tilting his head and parting his lips to give Hotch better access. “You´re mine,” Hotch growled against his lips as he wrapped his hand around Spencer´s waist and pulled the man closer.
“Yes,” Spencer hissed and dug his fingers into Hotch´s hair.
Kissing forcefully down Spencer´s neck, Hotch found the sensitive spot right in the crook of Spencer´s neck and worried it with his tongue and teeth. Spencer whimpered and rolled his hips forward. Hotch could feel Spencer´s hardness push against his abdomen as his own pressed against Spencer´s thigh.
Spencer was his - and his alone - and he was going to make sure Spencer knew exactly that.
-Endir
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Requested by: Anonymous
Word count: 944
Warning: None
Unbeta
***
He was not jealous. Absolutely not.
Hotch had watched as Spencer disappeared through the glass door with Morgan and Prentiss, a few minutes before noon. He´d had the impression that they´d all gone out for lunch together.
Now, standing in the lunch-line at their cafe, Hotch stared at the two men occupying the corner booth and completely ignored the tightening in his chest. He would know that profile, hair-cut, and neck anywhere. Spencer leaned forward in his seat, his forearms resting comfortable on the table as his hand held on to the paper-cup. His lover smiled widely at something the stranger said and his reply made the odd man´s shoulders shake with laughter. They seemed like old friends and very comfortable with each other.
If it hadn´t been for the new Nike sneakers and the expensive leather jacket, Hotch would have thought the man sitting opposite Spencer, was a bum. He had his dark hair combed back and sparse dark beard covered his jaw and upper lip. His brown eyes danced with joy as he talked to Spencer.
He was absolutely not jealous. Spencer had every right to have friends Hotch didn´t know about and meet them at the coffee-shop where they´d had their first kiss. Even if it was someone from Spencer past. Spencer looked comfortable around him and their attitude hinted they were close friends - really close friends. Hotch drew in a long breath through the nose and took a step forward as the lined moved.
For a split second Hotch thought if he should go over there and introduce himself but decided against it, he was after all not the jealous boyfriend. Spencer didn´t need to have his permission to be here with this man, former lover or not. So, when it was his turn, he ordered his meal to-go. At the office, he quietly shut his office-door and hid in there for the rest of the day.
At the end of the day, Spencer ended up at his place uninvited. After a quick meal with forceful conversation, Hotch spread out his paperwork on the dining-room table fully intending to work while Spencer cleaned up after dinner. He could hear Spencer working in the kitchen and wondered when Spencer had gotten so comfortable in his apartment. That thought finally led him to analyze what had been bothering him all afternoon.
“I missed you at lunch,” Hotch said loud enough for it to carry into the kitchen as he opened the file in front of him.
“Yeah, I met with Ethan,” Spencer called back conversationally and Hotch could hear a plate hit the rack. Was it set down with more force than necessary? Hotch studied his pen, the one Spencer had given him for his birthday and Hotch kept at home because he didn´t want to lose it at the office.
“Who´s Ethan?” Hotch asked evenly but his heart was beating a bit faster in his chest. Spencer must have heard something odd in his voice because he exited the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishtowel. Hotch looked up and met his eyes with a steady gaze. In a brief moment Spencer´s eyes went from widening in surprise to calculating.
“Why do you ask?” Spencer asked almost carefully as he moved closer and set the towel down on the counter.
“You´ve never spoken of him,” Hotch replied and made sure to keep his face masked and voice leveled. Spencer tilted his head as he thought and Hotch knew he´d been made. Stopping next to Hotch´s chair, Spencer gave the table a small push.
“What are you doing?” Hotch asked as the table moved away from him
“Making room,” Spencer replied and straddled Hotch´s thighs. Spencer raised his hand and caressed Hotch´s cheek as his eyes studied him. “Are you jealous?” he asked gently.
“No,” Hotch immediately replied but thought better of his answer. “Should I be?” he asked and stared hard into Spencer´s eyes.
Spencer didn´t look at all intimidated by the glare, instead he withdrew his hand and smiled. “Ethan and I met at Cal Tech when I was fifteen. He has an IQ of one hundred seventy nine and we were rivals at first but became friends later. We joined the FBI together but he quit after one day. We occasionally e-mail and meet maybe twice a year.”
Hotch didn´t deny the relief he felt. The corners of Spencer´s mouth flickered upward when he noticed. “So, no. You shouldn´t be,” Spencer finished.
Looking away, Hotch felt foolish for overreacting over the situation, of course there was a much simpler explanation. “I´m sorry.” He returned his gaze back at Spencer when Spencer chuckled. “What?”
Spencer looked away bemused as he collected his thoughts. “I find it puzzling that someone would be jealous over me,” he said and returned his gaze back at Hotch.
Hotch stared at him for a moment in disbelief before quickly cupping Spencer´s cheek and capturing his lips in an intense kiss. Spencer made a short surprising sound before tilting his head and parting his lips to give Hotch better access. “You´re mine,” Hotch growled against his lips as he wrapped his hand around Spencer´s waist and pulled the man closer.
“Yes,” Spencer hissed and dug his fingers into Hotch´s hair.
Kissing forcefully down Spencer´s neck, Hotch found the sensitive spot right in the crook of Spencer´s neck and worried it with his tongue and teeth. Spencer whimpered and rolled his hips forward. Hotch could feel Spencer´s hardness push against his abdomen as his own pressed against Spencer´s thigh.
Spencer was his - and his alone - and he was going to make sure Spencer knew exactly that.
-Endir