Title: B-Team
Author: Daisy and Todd
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Setting: Various throughout the series
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Haley Hotchner, Tobias Hankle/Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Friendship
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Crime
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 3693
Type of Work: Collaborative Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Yaoi/Male Slash/Gayness, Hetero, Dubcon, Drug Use, Cheating, Alcohol Use, More to come
Disclaimer: We do not own anything.
Summary: It started as a one-time thing. Then, Spencer started to realize he was turning into the Plan B.
AN: So, the song B-Team by Marianas Trench has been playing alot for me lately, and I was really inspired for this when we started a Criminal Minds marathon. So, this was born. xD I think Todd's just along for the ride; we originally just going to be rping this.
AN: Daisy pretty much asked me if I wanted to work on a collab fanfiction for Criminal Minds… I said sure.
Chapter One: Innocent Enough ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It all started innocently enough. Derek was too tired after the case, so he retired to the hotel rooms they had rented. Gideon was off to the hotel in toe, as was Elle, leaving an insomniatic Spencer and an Aaron who needed to relax. The two retired to a bar close to the hotel so they could walk there afterwards, and shared a few drinks together before the invasive questions began to start.
"Wait.. Why do you want to know?" Spencer questioned, the particular question leaving him with a raised brow and the slightest frown he could muster. Why did the elder male want to know about his past relationships?
Aaron shrugged, taking another sip of his beer before returning his glance at the younger, "Just a question… you don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Looking down at his bottle, he thought to himself silently as he awaited his partner's answer. Whether the other was willing to respond, he didn't know yet. Not that it bothered him any… no matter what the other said, he'd be fine with.
"Uh, well…" Running a hand through his hair, the slighter male seemed to think it over as he sipped his cocktail, some fruity little drink that he didn't think would get him to tipsy. Of course, he'd miscalculated the overpouring going on on the other side of the bar, and it seemed to be leaving his head fuzzier than he'd like to admit.
"I've never had much luck with anyone." A profiler would pick that up easily, Gideon would have questioned why he didn't say 'girls' or 'women'. The truth was, Spencer couldn't really see himself with a woman, though he couldn't see himself with anyone, most days. He liked his peace and quiet, his time to think and learn and read, and it wasn't often he even went out with the rest of the team.
"Shame…" Feeling the buzz in his head, he tried to hold back the fueled words but couldn't as they slipped past parted lips, "You're awfully cute to not have any luck…" Wait? Had he really just said that..? He hadn't meant to… this damned alcohol though must've been the cause…
And yet he continued…
"I mean… you're a good guy… Don't see why anyone wouldn't give you a chance…"
"The usual reason is that I don't bother to ask, and I usually turn down offers." Came the easy reply, the younger male sipping his drink a bit more and closing his eyes. "I like my quiet, and I usually use words that people don't typically understand. My thought process is difficult to follow sometimes, and many people don't want anything to do with a pretty genius once they worked out his behaviors."
It was true; he'd had a few propositions that had turned sour in his younger years, and he'd since then stopped trying so much. In fact, he wouldn't allow himself to know if he even so much as had a crush on someone; he'd hide it even from himself.
But damn, if he didn't notice the bob of Aaron's Adam's Apple when he swallowed some of his beer, or the way his hand lay on the table.
"Don't you ever get lonely..?" Hotchner frowned softly as he set his beer down to watch the other's reaction curiously. He knew the younger didn't go out much unless with someone on the team… but had he really never dated that much or experienced the joys of love…?
And he was so cute too… what a shame, poor kid…
"If it were me, I'd be sure to let you experience a good time…"
"Loneliness is something that only affects a person if they are not comfortable with their own silence." Reid replied as if reciting it from one of the dusty tomes he could pour over for hours. "I have Captain Ahab and Huckleberry Finn to keep me company."
Though the second bit really caught him off-guard, and he blinked, looking at the other long and slow.
"I'm sure we have enough in common to have a good time together." He replied, "Though we both know it couldn't happen. You have a wife, a child on the way… I hardly need to come between you."
Nodding, Hotchner almost seemed put off, like he'd been hoping for a different reaction, though he couldn't quite admit to anyone (even himself) that he was interested in the younger male. He was intelligent and awfully kind, Spencer was… Even if he had difficulties connecting with others or sometimes getting their jokes… he was still a good kid…
And cute to boot.
Looking at the other for a moment, the alcohol buzzing in his system made him chuckle softly. There was no doubt in his mind that he was attracted to the elder man, but to see the disappointment that said maybe his feelings were returned was a surprise.
"You almost look disappointed." He said softly, "Are you really that interested in finding me a date that you want to volunteer?"
"I wouldn't mind volunteering…" Aaron glanced up from his bottle like he was expecting this to be a trick, "You're a good guy… and you're visually appealing… I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to volunteer…"
Finishing the last of his beer, he glanced at the ceiling, trying to find somewhere to focus in case the other turned him down.
Gulping down the rest of his drink like his last lifeline, Spencer licked his lips after and looked at the other's exposed throat. Suppressing a shudder, but just barely, he sighed softly before looking down at his hands. The numbers and reasons why this shouldn't happen piled in his head, though it seemed the vodka in his system was enough to bat them off and give enough excuses as to why this should happen now.
"Then what is it you'd like to… Show me?" He finally questioned, nervous as he was.
Standing up from his seat, Aaron motioned for the male to come with him, "Follow me and you'll find out…" He put down some money for both their drinks before beginning to walk away, adjusting his suit as he did so.
Now it was just up to the younger whether he actually wanted to be a part of this or not.
Seeming torn for a moment, he clutched his bag to his chest as he rocked a moment, as though to get up, and then as if he wasn't sure. Finally, his body teetered forward and he was on his feet, following the elder to his hotel room.
Nervously scratching the pads of his fingers over his leather bag, he licked his lips once inside, no idea what would happen next in his head.
Once the two were inside Hotchner's hotel room, the elder looked between Reid and the self-locked door. "Are you sure you're okay with this…?" Aaron looked between the door and Spencer, wanting to make sure that the younger was okay with what he was about to do.
"I'd rather it be you, Hotch." Those doe eyes looked up at the other, "Than anyone else." Though he was nervous, he wouldn't let that get in the way of what was about to happen. Pushing away from the door, he gently placed his satchel on the dresser before turning to look at the other agent, running a hand through his slicked back hair.
"Just… Know that I've never done so much as kiss someone like that. So… I guess…" Looking down again, as though ashamed, he tried to quell the shaking in his hands, "I apologize ahead of time for not knowing what to do. You'll have to lead."
"No need to apologize…" Aaron stepped closer, feeling honored that he'd get the chance to teach the young male… Tilting the other's chin up, he pressed their lips together, carefully sculpted mouths exploring each other as if it would keep the world sane and safe.
Hotchner's hands wandered slightly, holding the other's face gently as he eased him into the feeling of acceptance.
An unfamiliar fluttering in his gut set Spencer's mind on a rampage. It's a sign of anxiety and love… The science behind it told him that maybe there was more to how he felt about his would-be boss than he'd originally realized. Knees buckling a little, he fell forward into the other's chest, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of the hard wall of muscle against his own frail body. Hands uncertain, they moved to press against the elder's stomach, sliding slowly up his chest before his arms wrapped tight around his neck. Their bodies connecting, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sensation of arousal pulsing into every vein.
"H-hotch~" He gasped, the alcohol allowing his voice to be a little louder than he'd intended.
"Yes…?" Hotchner licked the younger's lips, sucking gently on the bottom one as he wrapped his arms around the other. He was comfortable, hands lowering and gently grabbing the younger's ass. He was comfortable with the other close against himself.
"Are you alright…? You're still okay with this..?" He didn't want to have the other do anything he wasn't comfortable with.
"I'm f-fine.. J-just uh… It's… New." Not wanting to leave those lips for very long, he took the initiative and kissed the other once more. It was a little clumsy and his inexperience was obvious, but he tried to make it good for the other, doing his best not to jump into his arms with the hands on his rump. He was used to being manhandled, he'd been a twelve year old genius in a high school that didn't understand him. But this was an entirely new and exciting feeling, and he could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins, pushing him to maybe get a little more bold.
Those hands were on the move once more, moving to expertly untie and drop the other's precious tie, fingers moving over the buttons of his dress shirt and seeming to make them disappear. With every inch of bared flesh, he yearned to touch more and more, though he didn't stop until the other was fully divested of his shirt, and then he forced himself to pull back and savor the buffet before him.
Those eyes washed over the elder's body, memorizing every dip and curve of his chiseled body in seconds, though he lingered a little longer just to be sure this image would never leave his mind.
Letting the younger savor the sight a moment, Aaron finally reached out and began to remove Reid's clothes, leaning down and kissing at his neck, chest, and stomach. He got to his knees before the younger, trailing his fingertips over smooth flesh and eyes closing as he nibbled where skin met pants.
Teasing terribly, Hotchner felt his own hardened length throbbing in his pants, pained and desiring more. Nuzzling his face into the younger's groin of his pants, he moaned softly, not quite understanding what drove him to want the other.
With a pathetic little whimper, Reid's hips tilted forward and he felt like the room had just jumped a million degrees. Much more and he'd be on the floor, knees already weak and thighs quivering.
"H-hotch… B-bed…" He croaked, eyes popping wide at a particularly bold move that left a moan on his lips. Toes curling in his shoes, he glanced to the bed and immediately he knew it would take him less than three seconds to make it if he really set his mind to it.
Nodding in response, Aaron stood up and motioned to the bed, already hurriedly trying to shuck his pants off and baring his boxer briefs along with a gorgeously sizable bulge in the front. As soon as Reid was on the bed, Hotchner was atop him, kissing his body and pulling the younger's remaining clothing off.
As soon as the younger was bared before him, he nibbled lightly at protruding hips, sucking in spots and trying to get him as hot and bothered as Hotchner felt himself.
It wasn't hard to tell that it didn't take a whole lot of the other's experienced mouth on his sensitive, virgin body to get him to the point he thought that he was about to explode. Cock leaking on his belly after just a little bit of this torture, his fingers wrapped tightly around the sheets and comforter.
"H-hotch," He gasped, a particular sort of need adding a grain to his voice, "I… C-can't… H-hold on much l-l...Lo-longer." He whimpered, hips twitching and nearly jumping at a particularly sharp mark left on his left hip.
Gently rubbing his thumb on the hyper-intelligent male's hip, Hotchner began to kiss and nuzzle the younger's cock, trailing his tongue up the underside and finally sucking lightly on the lip of the head. Taking the length in hand, he peppered the heated flesh with soft angelic kisses and groaned ever so softly.
Free hand reaching downwards, Aaron pulled himself out of his underwear, stroking slowly as he worshipped the length before his face.
"A-ahh!" Hips nearly leaping up as soon as that mouth made contact, Spencer's hand shot to the back of the other agent's head. Fingers tight in his hair, he tried to ease up but found it nearly impossible, and it seemed his brain had melted. Eyeballs rolling back into his head as his back gave a beautiful arch, he came hard with a loud shout followed by a quiet squeak. Body prickled with sweat and mind reeling, he couldn't hold his eyes open, panting as he felt his cock giving the final twitches of release.
Body thrumming, he couldn't tell if he was ready to sleep or try some more, all he knew was that there was no thoughts in his head, for once in his life.
Feeling a little bit get on the bridge of his nose, Hotchner attempted to catch the rest in his mouth, swallowing the salty substance and licking his lips as he gulped the release down. His other hand moved rapidly back and forth, stroking himself as he thought of how beautiful the other's body was.
Reaching his now free right hand, Aaron gently cradled his balls, grunting softly at the feeling as he savored the other's image.
Absolutely blissed out and tingling from his scalp to his toes, it was when Spencer's eyes opened slightly that he thought his heart had stopped. Seeing those eyes clamped tight as his fist pumped that rather large length, the other hand working over hefty balls, he thought he'd died when he'd come. Panting heavily and still fighting the limpness of his own body, the smaller pushed Aaron up so that he was on his knees, back straight.
Figuring it was only polite to return the favor, he leaned in and kissed the head. Licking his lips a bit and tasting the salty, bitter flavor, he had every mind to tell the other to incorporate more pineapple into his diet. Licking and sucking at it, soon he brought the head into the wet heat of his mouth, having to adjust for the size before giving a tentative suck.
Giving a low grunt of approval, the elder panted heavily, loving the feeling of that sweet mouth on his cock. Leaning back a little, he stuffed one hand into the bedding and the other ran gently and caringly through the younger's hair. He could feel himself tremble, cock throbbing against the smarter's tongue.
Toes curling, he couldn't hold back any longer, gently rocking his hips and trying so hard not to just fuck the younger's mouth.
The extensive knowledge of the human body hidden in that brain of his lead his tongue and lips to sensitive spots even Aaron probably didn't realize would make him shudder. He could tell the other wanted to thrust, he wasn't stupid, but he didn't really think he'd be able to handle the entirety of the other's length in his mouth and throat… Not without gagging uncontrollably and possibly ruining the mood with a return of his dinner.
Gulping a little, he pulled back and looked between them for a moment, before finally managing, "D-do you have any lube? Even a small bottle of lotion or soap could work." Because if the other wanted to put his instincts to use, there was only one place he could truly offer it. In his own alcohol and lust-addled mind, it was the only logical option.
Nodding, Aaron grabbed some lotion out of the bedside table drawer, stripping his underwear off and soon pressing his body flush against the younger's. Feeling the thin, lithe form against himself was wonderful and filled him with further desire.
Hotchner resumed what he'd done earlier, kissing across exposed skin and nibbling gently. When he reached the younger's nipples, he suckled gently, nuzzling the pert bits that sent electrical tingles throughout Reid's body.
Hands fumbling for the lotion, he nearly dropped it when his nipples pebbled up hard and his toes curled. Panting hotly, he forced himself to keep working, popping the top on the bottle and thoroughly coating his hand. Trying to focus on the task at hand, he slid his index finger down the middle of the pert globes of his ass, moaning softly as he rubbed it gently into the nearly too-tight hole. Hissing a little, he forced a finger past the tight ring of muscle and his eyes scrunched shut. Jaw clenched tight, he tried clumsily to prepare himself, though it seemed he wasn't so knowledgeable in this department.
Gulping, he pushed himself through the initial pain, before long fingers hit something that made him howl and his back arched once more. There was only so much he could take before he pulled his hand away, hazy brown eyes looking up at the other as he finally managed a soft mewl.
"H-hotch… Please… I… I think I'm ready."
Nodding as he took the lotion from the younger, Hotchner applied some to his cock, knowing the other's body would make him slick as well. Pressing their bodies together, he began to kiss and make out with Reid, sliding thin legs apart and situating himself between them.
Grinding on that small ass, he loved how Reid's body felt against his own. Within moments, he pressed between ass cheeks and slowly and carefully pushed inside that tight hole, letting out a low groan of pleasure as he did so.
"Mn…" Seizing up at first at the large intrusion, his first instinct was to suck in a deep breath through his mouth and let it out through his nose. Trying to relax as the other gave him time and kept his mouth busy, his eyelids fluttered a bit. Forcing his body to calm and relax, he soon found himself getting settled around the thick, hard length so deep inside himself. The pain melted into an intense pleasure that left him giving a shaky moan, toes curled as he tried to focus on the lips against his.
There was no way there was anything tighter and more glorious than the grasping, milking cavern that Aaron was buried hilt-deep in, now. Reid's body was hot and pliant, and those eyes just kept trying to watch. He could swear he felt the head in his stomach, though he knew the science of it somewhere deep in his mind.
Slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth, Aaron pushed in and out gently and slowly, curled over the smaller as he stuffed his face into Reid's neck. Leaving soft kisses, he began to pick up the pace, pulling out almost all the way before quickly pushing inside up to the hilt.
It left them both grunting softly, but it also felt so good to have the sweet smaller clamping and milking him for all he was worth.
Hips giving muted little thrusts to try and help the other edge closer to his climax. Spencer's mind focused on trying to be good enough at this for the other, rocking his hips soon harder with the other's thrusts. Panting, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead and neck, he could feel a semi-familiar tug in his gut and he knew he was done for.
With a loud scream, his finely cared for nails dug into the other's shoulders and drug in, head tossing back, eyeballs rolling and mouth thrown open wide, he gave a soft cry of the other's name (or, rather, Hotch), he came explosively between them. That already tight, heavenly heat worked double time to milk him of everything he had, the low moan leaving him as he felt the rhythm of the other's thrusts become erratic.
Roughly and quickly thrusting, Hotchner fucked the younger with all he had, soon coming to a low groan of relief as he released thick spurts of cum inside his young fucktoy. Leaning in, he kissed the smaller's neck, pulling the male against his own body to help him relax and enjoy the feeling.
This was amazing and felt far too good… as he came down from his high, he pulled Reid's body close against his own, laying down and wrapping his arms around the smaller.
Curled up against the elder's chest, he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of sweat, sex, cologne, and a kind of spice unique to Aaron Hotchner. It seemed to do wonders for his insomnia, and he fell into a dreamless sleep shortly after. Breathing evening to soft puffs against the other's chest, the young doctor looked infinitely younger and more frail than he usually did. He was a mousy sort of fellow to begin with, but like this he looked almost like he'd fall apart if Aaron so much as breathed on him.
Pulling the smaller close to his chest, Aaron grabbed the blankets, managing to cover them both and kissed the sleeping male gently before relaxing. Laying with Reid, he gave a long yawn before reaching and turning off the light.
Laying down with his bedmate, Hotchner smiled softly, falling asleep with ease.
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