FIC: Comfort & Joy, Part 1 - CM, Jason/Spencer, Hotch/Morgan, FRAO
Aaron came in to work whistling. Whistling of all things. Jason gave a small, concealed smile as he casually approached his friend's desk. "Good weekend, Aaron?"
Hotch rolled his eyes at his friend, a teasing smile twitching his lips. "Yes. And don't be smug about it."
"Whatever gave you the idea I was smug?" Jason chuckled. "Relieved, overjoyed, enthused...All better choices."
Sighing, Hotch reached past his friend and got his coffee before heading back to his office, knowing Jason would follow. "It was... a great weekend."
"I see. And how often did you and Derek get out of bed?" Jason teased, pouring himself and his lover a mug. To the second on he added Spencer's preferred mixture of milk and sugar.
Aaron actually blushed as he remembered the events of the weekend. From the moment he'd looked up and seen Morgan walk into his office not long after Jason and Spencer had left until this morning, he'd been so...apprehensive about talking with the younger man no matter what Jason had said.
But Morgan seemed honestly happy about the attention. He had bounced and chattered pointlessly as the other man had tried to gather his courage.
{{**Flashback**
"Derek," Aaron said quietly, looking up and staring at him for a moment as he steeled himself. "We... need to talk about this."
Collapsing onto a chair, Derek pointed out, "We are talking, Hotch. What's up?"
Gritting his teeth, Aaron got up to lean against the front of his desk, looking down at the younger man, not exactly sure how he was supposed to continue. He hadn't dated or considered touching anyone other than his wife in so long, he'd forgotten what this was like.
Derek automatically tried to soothe the older man by touching his arm. "Is something wrong, Hotch? Is this about you avoiding me?" He leaned forward, concerned.
Turning his head, Aaron was startled at how close the younger man had gotten even as he reveled in the heat he felt next to him. "Yeah. I just... didn't think this was a good idea, Morgan."
"What's not a good idea?" The younger man tried to smile. "You're being all dark and mysterious." If nothing else, he'd make Aaron admit there was something between them.
Frustrated at what he knew was purposeful obtuseness, Aaron clenched his jaw, feeling the tension ripple through him before he turned completely. "Whatever this is... between us." He stared up into those veiled dark eyes and waited.
Derek's face fell. "Okay. What's between us?" he pressed, refusing to surrender easily.
Not able to stand that look on the other man's face, Hotch reached over and cupped the strong jaw. "Attraction," he murmured softly, his thumb stroking along his cheekbone.
With a soft hiss, the younger man leaned into a touch. "So it's not a good idea. Doesn't mean it's bad thing to do," he whispered. His eyes slowly drifted shut, enjoying the heat that seemed to slowly spread over his face.
"There's a whole list of reasons why I -- we shouldn't." Aaron stepped slightly closer, a soft warmth enveloping him at the content expression on Morgan's face.
Leaning forward, Derek muttered, "So? There's a whole list of reasons why profilers go nuts. Does that mean we shouldn't do our jobs?"
"Derek... you could do so much better," Aaron sighed, shivering as the breath from the other man ghosted over his face.
"And what if I don't care?" Taking advantage of the proximity, Derek leaned in and almost cautiously placed his lips against Aaron's.
Gasping in surprise, Hotch moaned softly as he opened up to the kiss, the hand cupping Morgan’s jaw falling to the strong shoulder.
Cautiously, Derek wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him closer. It felt odd to kiss another man, but he was working through it slowly but surely. The only difference from kissing a woman was the texture of the skin and the rasp of stubble on stubble.
Shivering slightly at the contact, Aaron allowed himself to relax and kiss the younger man back, flicking his tongue out to taste those soft lips.
The slick touch of the older man's tongue made Derek shudder hard. He pushed closer reaching up to run his fingers through the dark hair.
Pushing slightly, Hotch gave in with a small sound halfway between a whimper and a growl. Backing the other man up until he felt them run into the wall, Aaron applied his body like a blanket, moaning at the sensation.
The dark strands felt like thick, silk threads. Derek combed his fingers through it, loving the cool, tickling sensation. He desperately wished he didn't have to breathe so they could stay like this, mouths locked together.
"Hmmm," Aaron sounded softly as he pulled back and leaned his forehead against Morgan's. "You taste... sweet." He licked his lips to get the last taste of peppermint and sugar and Derek.
Parting his lips in encouragement, Derek whispered, "You just taste good."
"Yeah?" Aaron murmured, letting his hands wander over the muscled torso.
Shivers over took the strong body. Reaching down, Derek guided one exploring hand beneath his shirt. Hissing at the hot, smooth skin, Aaron's breathing picked up again as he began to map the firm muscle by touch.
Unable to prevent his reaction, Derek felt his arousal beginning to press against the seam of his pants. He thrust his hips forward, searching for relief against the air as clever fingers sent electricity skittering across his skin.
Murmuring softly, unsure of what he was actually saying, Hotch stroked over skin before working at the younger man's belt and caressing teasingly along the skin. He smiled when he found nothing underneath the slacks.
With a low cry, the younger man arched upwards. "Hotch...Aaron, please, please..." He thrust helplessly. "Oh God..."
"Shhh," he sighed before wrapping his hand loosely around Derek's erection and beginning to stroke slowly.
Derek bit his lip, trying to muffle the noises he was making. The feeling of that callused hand on his cock was the most fuckin' amazing thing he'd ever felt. Heat and light swirled in him as he quietly thrust against Aaron's palm.
Tightening his grip slightly as his rhythm sped up, he asked, "Will you come for me, Derek? Come for me and show me..." He leaned in to kiss the younger man roughly, thrusting his tongue into the younger man's mouth and breathing him in.
A soft whine escaped the younger man. His eyes rolled back and he went boneless, collapsing against the wall. Hot fluid coated Aaron's hand and soaked the khaki cloth.
"Now that," he told him, leaning in to murmur in Derek's ear, "was beautiful."
Knowing he should return the favor, Derek awkwardly leaned against Aaron and whispered, "I'll do whatever you want."
Shaking his head even as he shivered at the words, he told him softly, "No, Derek. Not here. Security should be doing a sweep soon."
The younger man whined again. "Please, Aaron. Wanna get you off. Please."
Shuddering, Hotch leaned into the younger man, nuzzling his neck. He wanted... He wanted Derek, but here wasn't the best place for this. God, did he want him. "I -- don't want..." Shaking his head Hotch pulled back and walked over to close his blinds and lock his door. Looking down at his hand, he couldn’t help his curiosity, as he tasted. Salty, tangy, and Derek. A small smile on his lips, Aaron looked over at his... lover.
Derek smiled a little uncertainly. He began to tug his pants down, turning to brace himself on the desk, spreading his legs. In theory, he knew how this worked. He just hoped Aaron had some idea what the hell was supposed to happen.
Staring at the bounty laid before him, Aaron's hands shook as he walked up behind the younger man. "You sure about this? We don't have to... you don't have to, Derek."
"I know what I'm doing, Aaron," Derek said firmly. "I know what this means. And I mean it exactly the way you're taking it. I want you to...to love me." His fingers went white knuckled in nervousness.
Wrapping his arms around the younger man, Aaron nuzzled the tense neck as he muttered, "I -- I don't have anything. I've got... lotion, but I don't have a condom, Derek." The question was implied and he stroked his hands soothingly over his anxious partner as he waited.
Derek whispered, "I'm clean as of last month. And I haven't slept with anyone since then. So...I trust you." He spread his legs as far as he could.
Placing a soft kiss on the tense tendons as he reached over and grabbed the lotion from his desk, generously coating his fingers. "You're sure?" he asked once again, placing one finger at his lover's entrance.
There was a firm nod. "Yeah. I want you in me, Aaron," Derek said the words as calmly as he could, but his voice cracked anyways.
Running a hand softly over the younger man's back, Hotch pulled himself flush against him as he slipped one finger inside slowly, letting Morgan get used to him there.
The younger man tightened his fingers, biting his lip hard. 'Breathe...Breathe...It's Aaron...Breathe...' Air whooshed in and out through his nose.
Stilling almost completely, feeling the tension that verged on panic wafting off the younger man, he squeezed his eyes shut. How could he have forgotten?
The long pause put Derek's nerves on edge. His breathing increased again and he felt dizzy. 'Breathe...Breathe...' It'd be over soon. Hopefully.
"Derek," Hotch murmured, pulling himself away from the younger man just enough, pulling his finger out and waiting for a response as he ran his hand soothingly over the other man's back.
Blinded by the old panic, Derek whispered, "Aaron?" He knew the older man was in the room somewhere. Where was he? Why wasn't he helping him?
"I'm right here, Derek," Hotch said firmly, moving them so he was next to the other man instead of behind him. "Right here." He reached up and cupped his face, trying to get him to focus.
Shaking Derek pushed closer. It didn't matter that his pants were around his ankles or he was covered in drying semen. He knew Aaron wouldn't judge him or even say anything. But the older agent would protect him.
"C'mere," Hotch murmured, leaning against the desk until he was almost sitting on it and drawing the other man as close as he could, spreading his legs to accommodate Derek's hips as he wrapped his arms around him. "You're okay. It's just me."
Face buried in the smooth work shirt, Derek smiled in relief. "Thought...you'd gone again..." He latched onto the other man's forearm.
"No, I'm right here. With you." Aaron ran his hand over the strong back that was trembling with stress and panic. "Right here."
"Okay." Derek relaxed, knowing he was fine now. Not releasing the older man he nudged the collar apart to kiss warm skin.
Hissing softly at the contact, Aaron's hands twisted in the fabric of Derek's shirt. "Derek. Maybe we should go...home before we do any more. Will you? Come home with me."
With a brilliant smile, the younger man looked up, "We're going home together? Great!" He slid his hands down to lace their fingers together.
Sighing softly, Hotch squeezed Derek's hand before leaning down to help him with his pants. "Yes, let's go home."
Derek held onto the older man's hand and moved towards the garage. "My house...isn't tidy. But it's clean..." He paused. "You'll stay?"
"If you want me to, Derek," Hotch said quietly, following the younger man after grabbing his briefcase. They got to the car without incident.
*growls* LJ sucks!! Follow the links for the rest of the fic...
PART 2
PART 3