I.
Since Maeve died five months ago, Reid had been spending a lot of time with his boss outside of work. Hotch understood some of what Reid was feeling, for he had heard his ex-wife murdered over a cellphone connection. Reid also sincerely appreciated the fact that Hotch didn't treat him like he was going to fall apart at any moment. The rest of his friends treated him like he was made of glass. Yes, there had been a few weeks after Maeve died that he had been in total shambles—he couldn't sleep or eat, and he had refused to talk to anyone at all.
It was a bit odd to be spending so much time with Hotch. The increased time spent with his boss jumbled Spencer's emotions. Before Hotch had met Beth, there had beensomething there between them, but neither had ever acted on it. Touches that lingered just a bit too long, the way that Hotch leaned over the back of Reid's chair to look at something, causing their cheeks to brush... The flash of heat every time their eyes met...
To be honest, Reid had been a bit upset upon meeting Beth, but he had put on a happy face for Aaron. He was glad that he had found happiness again. Soon after Hotch and Beth had begun dating, Reid had phoned Maeve for the first time about his migraines.
Eventually, Hotch broke up with Beth when she got transferred to New York. He wasn't going to put that kind of strain on Jack. Not long afterward, Maeve had been killed by Diane.
Hotch could feel Reid's gaze on him while he tried to concentrate on the movie they were watching. Reid had been staring at him all night and it was beginning to unnerve him. Hotch stopped the movie and turned to face Reid, tucking a bare foot under his thigh.
"Spencer," he began. They had made an agreement to call each other by their first names when in private. "What's going on? You seem distracted tonight." Reid began to chew on his plump bottom lip, and Hotch reached out and pulled it from between his perfect teeth. "What did I say about that? You'll damage your skin."
Reid stared back with wide, hazel eyes. Normally, his eyes betrayed the things he couldn't voice, but at the moment they were unreadable. Before Hotch could fathom what was happening, Reid had surged forwards and pressed his lips to Hotch's. After a moment, Reid pulled away. His face was beautifully flushed and his eyes were wide.
"I'm so sorry, Aaron," he said, voice quavering. "I just..." His tongue darted across his lips and Aaron's eyes tracked its progress.
"You just...?"
"I just need..." Reid leaned forward and kissed his boss again. "Please, Aaron," he whispered. The tone of Reid's voice sent shivers down Hotch's spine, along with the surge of his blood rushing to his crotch. How on earth could he say no to that voice?
Hotch leaned forward until they were laid back against the couch cushions. The movie was long forgotten. Reid threaded his fingers into Hotch's short hair and tugged lightly when the older man sucked on his tongue.
Kissing Spencer was a hundred times better than Aaron had ever imagined, and imagine it he had. His lips were as soft as they looked and he tasted like coffee and cinnamon. More than once over the years Hotch had woken from a dream about Spencer to find his pants sticky.
Reid rolled his hips upward and moaned when they connected with Hotch's. Hotch kissed down Reid's neck and across his collarbone. Reid hitched a leg over Aaron's hip and angled their pelvises together. They quickly set up a grinding rhythm that had no rhyme or reason; their bodies were undulating of their own accord.
Glorious pleasure was coursing through Aaron's body, starting somewhere near his hair-line and ending near his toes. He also needed this badly. It had been at least six months since he had had any contact other than his left hand.
He sucked a patch of flawless skin to a deep purple color just below the collar of Reid's shirt. Spencer voiced a low moan and his body bowed inward. When Hotch sank his teeth into the new hickey, Spencer arched off of the couch and gave a strangled cry as he came in his boxers. The sound of Reid coming undone triggered Hotch's orgasm as well and he buried his face in Spencer's neck to muffle his groan.
They lie on the couch for a moment, working to catch their breath. Reid pushed on Hotch's shoulders until he sat up. Reid hurried to the door where he jammed his feet into his Chuck Taylors without even trying to put them on properly. His face was very red.
"Spencer?" Hotch asked, confused.
"I should go," he mumbled and headed out the door before Hotch could say another word.