Comming Home 2
Ok, follows comming home. Contains smut, at last, but violence, and well, non-con, sort of, and I wish I could just be a nice normal fan-fic writer where things are happy. Hotch/Reid, spoilers for seasons 5 and 7. Criminal minds fan-fic, don't own, never will, don't make money. Barney loves you, but that's not my fault.
“Aaron.” Spencer breathed out for a moment.
Aaron Hotchner had stepped into Spencer’s space. Spencer backed up a step. Aaron pushed Spencer up against the hallway wall.
Spencer opened his mouth to say something.
“Don’t you dare.” Aaron whispered in Spencer’s ear, holding Spencer firm against the wall.
Spencer swallowed and stared right back at Aaron. He did still have his gun in a new shoulder holster; Aaron would know it was there though. Aaron disarmed him. Spencer steadied his breathing. It was dark in here. Spencer watched Aaron’s face, no longer smiling.
Spencer nearly apologized.
“Aaron, please don’t.”
“Don’t you dare, Spencer, paint yourself as the victim here. The victim was Emily.”
“The victim is Jack.” Spencer’s wide eyes focused gently on Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron pushed Reid harder against the wall, lifting him slightly.
Aaron’s face hardened; he couldn’t let himself get this angry; he knew that he could lose control. To imply that he could put anyone but his son first was unacceptable. Aaron shook spencer slightly against the wall.
Spencer whimpered.
“Aaron, don’t do this, don’t become him.”
“You believe that Reid?”
“Aaron, you know yourself well enough, would you really do this?”
“Do you think I’m hurting you? You think I’m hurting Jack? Do you? Think I would ever hurt Jack?”
Aaron pulled Spencer down off the wall, shoving him roughly backwards, leaving Spencer grasping for balance. Aaron grabbed Spencer’s flailing arms, spun Spencer around, pinning his arms behind his back, and manhandled him in the dark to their bed room.
Spencer was still sure Aaron could be talked out of this. Well, sort of sure, he had never seen Aaron like this. “Aaron, you don’t want Jack to think of you as a violent man.”
Aaron shoved Spencer forward onto their bed; and rolled him over again. From this position Aaron could look into Spencer’s soft eyes. Spencer’s eyes were still guileless, all his innocence wasn’t gone.
Aaron paused for a moment. “Do what I tell you.”
Spencer closed his doe eyes. This was worse than he had imagined. Aaron loved him, he knew Aaron loved him. Aaron would never hurt him, would never hurt Jack. Laying naked on their bed Spencer still tried to negotiate. “Aaron, let me go home now, we can talk in the morning when we are both calmer.”
“I thought this was your home, I thought we were you family, you don’t get to do exactly as you please Spencer.”
“I’m not going to argue with you tonight Aaron. We can talk later, I can stay in the living room, that way I’ll still be here.”
Aaron was out of his own clothes by now, cock hard, face dark. He set a knee between Spencer’s legs; he lent forwards, and kissed Spencer. Spencer opened his mouth; he knew he had no choice.
“Aaron” Spencer pulled away, worked himself up onto his elbows, “It’s ok, we’ll work this out. Jack needs a stable home, you can provide that for him, just let’s work this out.”
Spencer didn’t struggle as Aaron held an arm across his throat, forcing him onto his back. “Spencer, don’t make this about Jack. “ Aaron pulled his arm back slightly as he heard his lover gasping for breath.
“Jack may not see it Aaron, but he will know about it. He’s already hurt and confused, don’t add this. Aaron think about what your dad did to you.”
“I’m not doing it to him.”
“Yes you are, one if seven children who grow up in a violent household become abusers. If I’m afraid of you, he will also be.”
Aaron shoved his arm against Spencer’s neck.
“Are you saying that I am?”
Spencer was gasping, his face turning white, his lips darkening, his eyes wide.
Aaron let up again. “Don’t speak.”
“Aaron PTSD can show up unexpectedly, does, I don’t know what happened to you in Afghanistan, but PTSD can be cumulative, you kept your grief in for Haley, the fear of what Foyett did to you, what your father did, the stress of having to keep the truth from us, if we can figure out what your trigger,”
“Don’t profile me.”
Aaron lifted his arm and brought his hand down with a harsh slap against Spencer’s face.
Spencer knew that Aaron’s mask had finally cracked that in all this anger was the man he loved. Apparently the man he loved more than life itself, because he had no intention of leaving Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron shoved Spencer’s legs further apart with his knee, and then straddled Spencer; he reached up and touched Spencer’s soft manhood. It was a strangely gentle touch. Reaching over Spencer, Aaron reached onto the night stand letting a hand search for the lube.
“Just shove it in.”
“What?”
“Just do it, don’t prepare me, just do it.” Spencer was so quiet. If Aaron was going to rape him then let Aaron damn well know what he was doing. “or don’t you want to see how you hurt the people you love?” Spencer’s face was contorted in fear, his voice a whisper; this was his moment to help Aaron see what he was doing.
Aaron saw it. He lifted Spencer into his arms, still straddling his lover, and cried. Spencer wrapped his arms around his friend, his passion, his life.
“Take me.” Aaron breathed into Spencer’s ear. “Take me, please?” He wasn’t begging to be fucked, he was afraid, afraid that he had lost everything, Aaron Hotchner was begging to be loved.
“We’ve never, you’ve never, except,”
“Except,” answered Aaron. “I want to be yours.”
Spencer rolled the couple over, laying Aaron gently down on his back. “Are you sure?”
Aaron nodded.
Spencer knew he shouldn’t do this. But he wanted. He had wanted Aaron to be with him every moment for the last seven months, he had wanted Aaron to be honest with him, he had wanted Aaron to be vulnerable to him, to give up his last barriers, and Aaron was offering that now.
“Shush, Aaron. Tell me if you need me to stop” he kissed along Aaron’s newly shaved jawline, then stopped and looked into his eyes, then softly took Aaron’s mouth, allowing his tongue to enter as Aaron opened his lips. He pushed his crotch up against Aaron’s thigh, his member hardening against his lover’s soft skin. He rubbed rhythmically against Aaron, letting their cocks rub against each other. Controlled and completely in control. Spencer slid a hand under Aaron’s neck, holding his head, searching Aarons face with his eyes. Aaron’s face was still wet with tears. Spencer kissed them away.
He picked up the lube from the bed and slicked a finger, sliding himself onto his haunches, never breaking away from Aaron’s gaze. Spencer let one hand entwine fingers with Aaron’s and carefully circled Aaron’s hole with the other. “Love.” He whispered, “love.”
Aaron bit his lower lip, his breathing deepened. “please?” His face was desperate, his cock hard, his lover gentle, oh god, so gentle.
Spencer slid a finger in and felt inside Aaron. Spencer’s whole body tingled; he had never been here before, so close, allowed access to Aaron. Their breathing found the same rhythm. Spencer tried to free his hand entwined with Aarons, but Aaron tugged back, “please.” Holding Spencer’s hand firmly in his and gripping down on the sheets at the same time.
Spencer added a second finger, stretch Aaron slightly. He swallowed, Foyett wouldn’t have prepared Aaron, Aaron was probably afraid right now.
“Shush, Aaron, I have you.” And Spencer did have him; all he could think about was keeping his lover safe.
Aaron wasn’t ready for Spencer to find his sweet spot, he wanted to savor this. Through his fear he wanted to be able to focus on Spencer, on Spencer’s closeness. “Please?” he breathed out, asking for more.
Aaron winced as the third finger was added. Spencer, focused only on Aaron’s reactions tilted his head, and furrowed his brows in a question. Aaron shook his head, not yet. Spencer moved his fingers, aware of the anticipation his cock was feeling, hot and hard, ready to feel his lover. Spencer’s fingers fucked Aaron slowly up the ass. Aaron whimpered. He closed his eyes. He was afraid. He knew it was going to hurt, but oh, he wanted. Christ he was hard, his cock jumping against his belly with every thrust of Spencer’s fingers. Spencer’s cock hard, oh, god, Spencer ready, Spencer’s lean body waiting for his, tense with anticipation.
Aaron nodded. “love?” Spencer questioned. Aaron nodded again. Spencer lined himself up and pushed slowly in. Aaron held his breath, as Spencer was about to question him again, Aaron looked into him, and begged, “please.” Spencer pulled most way out and pushed back in again, one hand held Aaron’s hips in place, the other still held Aaron’s hand, grasped into the sheet. Spencer held a steady rhythm, his own arousal making him center--all he could think about was Aaron, and his cock. Christ it was good inside Aaron, so tight, so warm, oh god, he wanted to mark Aaron as his, to fill Aaron, to never let Aaron out of his sight again.
Spencer hit Aarons’ sweet spot. Aaron gasped and arched up, mouth half open, eyes half closed. “please” whispered Aaron, “please, please.” His face entirely open and vulnerable, his legs open for Spencer, his ass open and accepting of Spencer. Spencer led Aaron’s hand to his own hip, together, holding themselves in motion. Spencer took a moment to bring Aaron’s free hand to his own cock.
“Touch yourself for me, let me see you come love. “ Aaron gasped, he had never felt anything as good as Spencer Reid in him. He could let go, just be with Spencer, all of Spencer, he wanted. Aaron’s breathing became ragged, Spencer held himself back as best he could, but as his motions became faster the more Aaron begged underneath him, tugging his manhood in rhythm with Spencer’s thrusts.
“Love.” Murmured Spencer, all he could see was Aaron, staring back at him. “love.” He gasped as Aaron fell apart under him, forcing himself to hold Spencer’s gaze till the last second. Spencer released inside Aaron, all his.
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Spencer lay awake in Aaron Hotchner’s arms. They were as close as they had ever been tonight. He held his sleeping lover. Aaron had given all he could. Spencer breathed a deep breath.
“This doesn’t really change anything.” He said aloud to himself.
“Aaron.” Spencer breathed out for a moment.
Aaron Hotchner had stepped into Spencer’s space. Spencer backed up a step. Aaron pushed Spencer up against the hallway wall.
Spencer opened his mouth to say something.
“Don’t you dare.” Aaron whispered in Spencer’s ear, holding Spencer firm against the wall.
Spencer swallowed and stared right back at Aaron. He did still have his gun in a new shoulder holster; Aaron would know it was there though. Aaron disarmed him. Spencer steadied his breathing. It was dark in here. Spencer watched Aaron’s face, no longer smiling.
Spencer nearly apologized.
“Aaron, please don’t.”
“Don’t you dare, Spencer, paint yourself as the victim here. The victim was Emily.”
“The victim is Jack.” Spencer’s wide eyes focused gently on Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron pushed Reid harder against the wall, lifting him slightly.
Aaron’s face hardened; he couldn’t let himself get this angry; he knew that he could lose control. To imply that he could put anyone but his son first was unacceptable. Aaron shook spencer slightly against the wall.
Spencer whimpered.
“Aaron, don’t do this, don’t become him.”
“You believe that Reid?”
“Aaron, you know yourself well enough, would you really do this?”
“Do you think I’m hurting you? You think I’m hurting Jack? Do you? Think I would ever hurt Jack?”
Aaron pulled Spencer down off the wall, shoving him roughly backwards, leaving Spencer grasping for balance. Aaron grabbed Spencer’s flailing arms, spun Spencer around, pinning his arms behind his back, and manhandled him in the dark to their bed room.
Spencer was still sure Aaron could be talked out of this. Well, sort of sure, he had never seen Aaron like this. “Aaron, you don’t want Jack to think of you as a violent man.”
Aaron shoved Spencer forward onto their bed; and rolled him over again. From this position Aaron could look into Spencer’s soft eyes. Spencer’s eyes were still guileless, all his innocence wasn’t gone.
Aaron paused for a moment. “Do what I tell you.”
Spencer closed his doe eyes. This was worse than he had imagined. Aaron loved him, he knew Aaron loved him. Aaron would never hurt him, would never hurt Jack. Laying naked on their bed Spencer still tried to negotiate. “Aaron, let me go home now, we can talk in the morning when we are both calmer.”
“I thought this was your home, I thought we were you family, you don’t get to do exactly as you please Spencer.”
“I’m not going to argue with you tonight Aaron. We can talk later, I can stay in the living room, that way I’ll still be here.”
Aaron was out of his own clothes by now, cock hard, face dark. He set a knee between Spencer’s legs; he lent forwards, and kissed Spencer. Spencer opened his mouth; he knew he had no choice.
“Aaron” Spencer pulled away, worked himself up onto his elbows, “It’s ok, we’ll work this out. Jack needs a stable home, you can provide that for him, just let’s work this out.”
Spencer didn’t struggle as Aaron held an arm across his throat, forcing him onto his back. “Spencer, don’t make this about Jack. “ Aaron pulled his arm back slightly as he heard his lover gasping for breath.
“Jack may not see it Aaron, but he will know about it. He’s already hurt and confused, don’t add this. Aaron think about what your dad did to you.”
“I’m not doing it to him.”
“Yes you are, one if seven children who grow up in a violent household become abusers. If I’m afraid of you, he will also be.”
Aaron shoved his arm against Spencer’s neck.
“Are you saying that I am?”
Spencer was gasping, his face turning white, his lips darkening, his eyes wide.
Aaron let up again. “Don’t speak.”
“Aaron PTSD can show up unexpectedly, does, I don’t know what happened to you in Afghanistan, but PTSD can be cumulative, you kept your grief in for Haley, the fear of what Foyett did to you, what your father did, the stress of having to keep the truth from us, if we can figure out what your trigger,”
“Don’t profile me.”
Aaron lifted his arm and brought his hand down with a harsh slap against Spencer’s face.
Spencer knew that Aaron’s mask had finally cracked that in all this anger was the man he loved. Apparently the man he loved more than life itself, because he had no intention of leaving Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron shoved Spencer’s legs further apart with his knee, and then straddled Spencer; he reached up and touched Spencer’s soft manhood. It was a strangely gentle touch. Reaching over Spencer, Aaron reached onto the night stand letting a hand search for the lube.
“Just shove it in.”
“What?”
“Just do it, don’t prepare me, just do it.” Spencer was so quiet. If Aaron was going to rape him then let Aaron damn well know what he was doing. “or don’t you want to see how you hurt the people you love?” Spencer’s face was contorted in fear, his voice a whisper; this was his moment to help Aaron see what he was doing.
Aaron saw it. He lifted Spencer into his arms, still straddling his lover, and cried. Spencer wrapped his arms around his friend, his passion, his life.
“Take me.” Aaron breathed into Spencer’s ear. “Take me, please?” He wasn’t begging to be fucked, he was afraid, afraid that he had lost everything, Aaron Hotchner was begging to be loved.
“We’ve never, you’ve never, except,”
“Except,” answered Aaron. “I want to be yours.”
Spencer rolled the couple over, laying Aaron gently down on his back. “Are you sure?”
Aaron nodded.
Spencer knew he shouldn’t do this. But he wanted. He had wanted Aaron to be with him every moment for the last seven months, he had wanted Aaron to be honest with him, he had wanted Aaron to be vulnerable to him, to give up his last barriers, and Aaron was offering that now.
“Shush, Aaron. Tell me if you need me to stop” he kissed along Aaron’s newly shaved jawline, then stopped and looked into his eyes, then softly took Aaron’s mouth, allowing his tongue to enter as Aaron opened his lips. He pushed his crotch up against Aaron’s thigh, his member hardening against his lover’s soft skin. He rubbed rhythmically against Aaron, letting their cocks rub against each other. Controlled and completely in control. Spencer slid a hand under Aaron’s neck, holding his head, searching Aarons face with his eyes. Aaron’s face was still wet with tears. Spencer kissed them away.
He picked up the lube from the bed and slicked a finger, sliding himself onto his haunches, never breaking away from Aaron’s gaze. Spencer let one hand entwine fingers with Aaron’s and carefully circled Aaron’s hole with the other. “Love.” He whispered, “love.”
Aaron bit his lower lip, his breathing deepened. “please?” His face was desperate, his cock hard, his lover gentle, oh god, so gentle.
Spencer slid a finger in and felt inside Aaron. Spencer’s whole body tingled; he had never been here before, so close, allowed access to Aaron. Their breathing found the same rhythm. Spencer tried to free his hand entwined with Aarons, but Aaron tugged back, “please.” Holding Spencer’s hand firmly in his and gripping down on the sheets at the same time.
Spencer added a second finger, stretch Aaron slightly. He swallowed, Foyett wouldn’t have prepared Aaron, Aaron was probably afraid right now.
“Shush, Aaron, I have you.” And Spencer did have him; all he could think about was keeping his lover safe.
Aaron wasn’t ready for Spencer to find his sweet spot, he wanted to savor this. Through his fear he wanted to be able to focus on Spencer, on Spencer’s closeness. “Please?” he breathed out, asking for more.
Aaron winced as the third finger was added. Spencer, focused only on Aaron’s reactions tilted his head, and furrowed his brows in a question. Aaron shook his head, not yet. Spencer moved his fingers, aware of the anticipation his cock was feeling, hot and hard, ready to feel his lover. Spencer’s fingers fucked Aaron slowly up the ass. Aaron whimpered. He closed his eyes. He was afraid. He knew it was going to hurt, but oh, he wanted. Christ he was hard, his cock jumping against his belly with every thrust of Spencer’s fingers. Spencer’s cock hard, oh, god, Spencer ready, Spencer’s lean body waiting for his, tense with anticipation.
Aaron nodded. “love?” Spencer questioned. Aaron nodded again. Spencer lined himself up and pushed slowly in. Aaron held his breath, as Spencer was about to question him again, Aaron looked into him, and begged, “please.” Spencer pulled most way out and pushed back in again, one hand held Aaron’s hips in place, the other still held Aaron’s hand, grasped into the sheet. Spencer held a steady rhythm, his own arousal making him center--all he could think about was Aaron, and his cock. Christ it was good inside Aaron, so tight, so warm, oh god, he wanted to mark Aaron as his, to fill Aaron, to never let Aaron out of his sight again.
Spencer hit Aarons’ sweet spot. Aaron gasped and arched up, mouth half open, eyes half closed. “please” whispered Aaron, “please, please.” His face entirely open and vulnerable, his legs open for Spencer, his ass open and accepting of Spencer. Spencer led Aaron’s hand to his own hip, together, holding themselves in motion. Spencer took a moment to bring Aaron’s free hand to his own cock.
“Touch yourself for me, let me see you come love. “ Aaron gasped, he had never felt anything as good as Spencer Reid in him. He could let go, just be with Spencer, all of Spencer, he wanted. Aaron’s breathing became ragged, Spencer held himself back as best he could, but as his motions became faster the more Aaron begged underneath him, tugging his manhood in rhythm with Spencer’s thrusts.
“Love.” Murmured Spencer, all he could see was Aaron, staring back at him. “love.” He gasped as Aaron fell apart under him, forcing himself to hold Spencer’s gaze till the last second. Spencer released inside Aaron, all his.
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Spencer lay awake in Aaron Hotchner’s arms. They were as close as they had ever been tonight. He held his sleeping lover. Aaron had given all he could. Spencer breathed a deep breath.
“This doesn’t really change anything.” He said aloud to himself.