This is going to be a long fic, so this is part 1. Please read and review, it helps me do what I do and know which story people want me to be working on most!
Spencer Reid felt the familiar fire in his veins when he pushed the plunger down. It had been two years since he had last used Dilaudid, but this last case had hit him hard. There was a high chance of relapse anyways, considering he'd brought the vials with him on the case. He removed the belt tied tightly around his arm and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Reid surveyed himself in the mirror and noted that he looked disheveled, but not noticeably high. He placed the needle and vial back in his bag and proceeded to change clothes in to some flannel pants and a black t-shirt.
This case Spencer had been rooming with Aaron Hotchner. Due to FBI budget cuts they'd even been sharing a bed. It had taken a lot of convincing for Aaron to not take the floor, but Spencer repeatedly explained neither one of them would be at their best if they didn't sleep in the bed.
Reid did his best not to stumble as he opened the door from the bathroom and walked out. He saw that his bunk mate was sipping on his second scotch from the mini-bar as he read a book in the bed; it had been a trying case for them all. Aaron was wearing only a white undershirt and boxers; Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat. He'd always considered his boss attractive, but tonight it was overwhelming to him. The drugs lowering his inhibitions likely didn't help with the sensation. The young man nearly jumped on to the bed, earning a slightly annoyed look from Hotch.
"Hey, Hotch. Guess what?" Spencer asked him playfully.
The older man marked his page then closed the book. He placed his glass on the nightstand. "What Reid?"
Instead of answering Spencer acted purely on impulse. He leaned forward and captured the Unit Chief's lips with his own. For a split second Aaron returned the kiss, and then abruptly pulled away. He stared at Spencer, almost in shock.
"Spencer, we can't do this. I'm your boss, it wouldn't be right."
Reid protested, "Then why did you kiss me back? Do you not want me, Hotch?" The young man looked hurt.
"What I want isn't relevant, Spencer." Aaron placed a meaningful hand on the young man's shoulder. "I have a responsibility to you as your boss and to this team. It wouldn't be fair to you."
Feeling boldness only the dilaudid could have given him at that moment Reid answered, "Let me decide what's fair to me. And please, Aaron, for once in your life don't over think this." He leaned in and kissed Aaron forcefully, trying to convey everything he felt with the simple gesture.
With a noticeable sigh Hotch began to kiss Spencer back. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't been thinking about the younger profiler since his marriage went south. Since before it had, even. Aaron's mouth became hungry, the scotch allowing him to let go a little sooner than he might have otherwise.
Spencer moaned in to the kiss and he ran his hand tentatively through the older agent's hair. He'd been waiting for this for even longer than Aaron. Hotch deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue passed Spencer's lips. He began mapping the crevices of his mouth, savoring the taste. Aaron placed his hand behind Reid's head and drew him in. Spencer's hands were everywhere at once, fondling his well-muscled biceps and on his chest. There was something about Hotch that begged to be touched.
Aaron suddenly broke the kiss. "Spencer, how far do you want this to go."
More drug-induced boldness, "All the way."
At that Hotch flipped them over so that he was the one on top, and Spencer was being pushed back in to the pillow. When it came to the bedroom Aaron Hotchner had always been one to take charge, and that wasn't going to change now. He pressed his aching erection against Reid's flannel-clad thigh, making his desire for the younger man known. Spencer moaned at the sensation.
Aaron began to trail kisses down the younger man's jaw and neck. The feeling of the man's lithe frame underneath him was driving Hotch wild. Without another word he lifted the black cotton shirt over Reid's head and tossed it to the floor. Spencer's bare chest was revealed and Aaron made an appreciative noise, causing the boy to blush slightly.
"You are simply perfect," Hotch cooed.
Not wanting to be the only one half naked Spencer pulled on Aaron's shirt, managing to get it off without too much trouble. The older profiler's abs flexed appealingly. Reid ran his hand over them and visibly shuddered.
Aaron continued his kisses, drawing the sensitive flesh above Spencer's collarbone in to his mouth. He knew it would bruise slightly, but he wanted to be able to see the mark he made later. He continued to work his way down until he reached a nipple. He laved at the protruding nub roughly and Spencer nearly mewled. His hips bucked upward, the straining cock under the flannel seeking friction.
Hotch removed his mouth momentarily, "Like that, do you?"
"God yes," Spencer answered breathily.
The Unit Chief returned to his earlier ministrations, drawing out long moans from the boy underneath him. While using one hand against the headboard to steady himself Aaron used the other to begin tugging down Spencer's pants. After several seconds Reid's erection sprung free of its confines; he hadn't been wearing any underwear.
Aaron wrapped his hand around Spencer's length but kept it still for the moment. "Now that was a pleasant surprise." He began to move his hand slowly, teasingly.
"Ungf, Hotch, please."
Without any further ado he latched his mouth on to Spencer's other nipple and bit down slightly. At the same time he began to work the young man's cock in earnest. He pushed at the drooling slit with his thumb and he twisted his wrist.
"Oh fuck!" Spencer cried out, a little louder than he intended. The stimulation and the drugs were making his head swim.
His boss removed his mouth yet again, "Shh, shh. The others are trying to sleep."
Spencer nodded weakly. This time Hotch positioned himself so that Reid's erection was right in front of his face. It had been a long time since college, but he was sure he could remember what to do. Aaron licked a long line from base to tip, causing Spencer to groan gutturally. He'd never received a blow job before. Hotch swirled his tongue around the head, relishing in the taste of the pre-come. He wrapped his lips around the tip and bobbed his head down, managing to take around half of Spencer's length in one motion.
With a little more effort Aaron managed to take the rest of Spencer down his throat, and he stilled. He was fairly certain no one had ever touched Reid in this way and he didn't want his subordinate to come too soon. After a few moments he swallowed around Spencer's cock, causing the agent to cry out loudly.
Hotch removed his mouth and chided him gently, "If you want this to continue you need to lower your volume. I love hearing you moan, but the whole team doesn't need that pleasure. Now let's get you out of those pants." With Aaron's help Spencer shrugged off his flannel bottoms completely. Then without warning Hotch dropped his own boxers, revealing his own very impressive length.
The younger profiler unconsciously licked his lips, "I want that inside of me, now." The words surprised even him, and Spencer realized he must be a little higher than he thought.
"Let me prepare you first." Aaron placed two fingers in front of Reid's mouth, "Suck."
Spencer eagerly complied, taking the digits in to his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. He tried to look sexy while doing it, batting his eyelashes and looking his boss straight in the eye. It was apparently effective, causing Aaron to growl and nearly rip his fingers from Spencer's mouth.
He leaned forward and whispered in Reid's ear, "I'm going to fuck you SO hard."
The younger agent shivered. He thrust his hips in to the air, trying to expose his entrance. Aaron placed his index finger at the puckered opening and teased. After receiving a pleading look from Spencer, Hotch obliged him, pressing his finger in around halfway in one swift motion. The boy stilled and Aaron gave him some time to adjust to the intrusion. When Reid finally began to breathe again Hotch pushed the rest of the digit in. He slowly began to move it in and out, and it wasn't long before Spencer was enjoying the treatment.
When enough time had passed Aaron added a second finger. He curled them both upward and Spencer cried out loudly. It was obvious that Hotch had found that sweet spot. He worked his two fingers in and out, slowly scissoring the opening. Since this was more than likely Spencer's first time Aaron was going to make it as pleasurable as possible.
After another minute or so Hotch removed his hand; Spencer whined at the loss. "Don't worry, you'll be fuller than you ever have before soon enough."
Aaron spat in to his hand and proceeded to slicked up his own cock as best he could. He made a mental note to bring lubricant with him on cases from now on. He positioned himself at Spencer's entrance.
"You ready? This will hurt at first."
Spencer nodded enthusiastically and Hotch grinned. The younger man once again felt thankful for the drugs; this would hardly hurt at all. Hotch began to push himself forward, sheathing the head of his member inside of Spencer and quickly continuing until he was fully seated inside the young agent. He stilled, but Reid was wriggling his ass, trying to take more.
"Is this not your first time?" Hotch asked quizzically.
"It is, I've just been imagining this too long to be kept waiting. Fuck me, now."
Not one to disappoint Aaron pulled out almost entirely before changing angles and slamming back in. Spencer was unable to hold back the yell that followed. Hotch chided him gently to be quieter and set a furious pace. He was certain the grip he had on Spencer's skinny hips was going to leave bruises, but it didn't seem like either one of them cared. Aaron fucked him hard in to the bed, and the boy came unglued. His cock was bouncing slightly on his stomach. Spencer began babbling incoherently, well the only understandable word was Aaron's nickname, over and over again. He closed his eyes and allowed bliss to envelope him, and Spencer knew he was getting close.
"Come for me, Spencer, come for me."
And come he did, harder than he ever had in his entire life. He nearly screamed Hotch's name as he did. With another few strokes Aaron filled his new lover with a grunt, and it took everything he had to not collapse on to the small frame beneath him.
Spencer looked in to Aaron's eyes meaningfully and breathlessly said, "I love you, Hotch."
Without a word Aaron disengaged himself from his subordinate with a pop. He headed to the bathroom and Reid could hear water running. Hotch quickly returned with a damp wash cloth and began cleaning off Spencer.
"Hey, I love you too."