Let Go
Summary: "Aaron, stop. Now." The tone was crisp and firm, leaving no room for argument. Instinctively, Hotch stopped writing, stopped talking, and looked at the younger agent, finally giving him his full attention. "We are going home, now. The world will not fall apart if you aren't in control."
A/N: Some OOCness/role reversal. Sorry, but necessary for the kink. I'm trying to stay as true to form as I can in this context. R&R?
Established Hotch/Rossi and porny smutty awesome homoerotica
Part One
"Aaron, the paperwork will still be here in the morning." SAC Aaron Hotchner sighed, not looking up from the report he was writing as he addressed his boyfriend.
"That's the problem," he muttered. Reid gave Hotch an appraising look. Something flickered in his eyes and his body language changed. He stood taller, squared his shoulders, set his jaw. His pupils dilated. Hotch didn't notice as he scribbled details from the case they had just finished. Reid walked over and placed his hands on top of the case file Hotch was writing in, bending until the two were at eye level.
"Aaron, stop. Now." The tone was crisp and firm, leaving no room for argument. Instinctively, Hotch stopped writing, stopped talking, and looked at the younger agent, finally giving him his full attention.
"We are going home. The world will not fall apart if you're not in control." Hotch was stunned. He'd never heard Reid talk like that to anyone, especially himself. He didn't sound angry, but Hotch knew he had pushed some limit and he shouldn't argue. Reid clearly was not fucking around; he waited patiently, not moving, until Hotch put his pen down and pushed his chair back from the desk.
"Lead the way," Hotch said grudgingly, motioning to the door. Hotch followed him to their car, not seeing his lover smirk. Reid decided that he would drive, and looked pointedly at Hotch for a moment, waiting for a quip about his driving capabilities. None came. Spencer fought to keep the smile off his face as they road home in silence. Hotch was clearly uncomfortable, but quiet. He waited for Reid to start the conversation he was sure would come. It didn't. He kept looking at Reid for some cue as to what was going on. Reid remained blank.
When they pulled into the driveway, Reid swiveled in his seat and looked Hotch in the eyes.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, careful to keep his voice even and neutral. Hotch furrowed his brow, looking confused and upset.
"Why are you –" Reid cut him off.
"Do you trust me?" he repeated, emphasizing each word individually.
"Yes, Spencer. Of course I trust you." Reid had what he needed then, but he didn't show it.
"Go in the house. Take off your jacket, tie, shoes and socks. Wait for me in the living room." His eyes reenforced the command. Hotch stared for a moment, searching his lover's eyes for answers, and then nodded.
When Hotch was inside, Reid let out a breath and leaned his head back on the rest. After a beat, he gave in to the smile he'd been fighting. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat. He was hard. His eyes darted to the door. If he could pull this off, it would be an extraordinary release for the man he loved. And I'll enjoy it too! Reid allowed himself a small chuckle, then put his serious face on again. He knew this would not be easy for the other man. Reid had to maintain himself in order to provide the safe space for his lover to let go.
He turned Hotch's behavior over in his mind. He was off balance, probably freaking out a little right now, wondering if Reid had snapped. That was just fine for a little longer. Soon enough, Reid would let his love show through his firmness. For now, Hotch was right where he wanted him. For Hotch to not understand but still obey, proved they had the trust between them that would make this possible and safe.
It was the first crack in the older man's armor. Before the night was over, Reid intended to strip Aaron Hotchner naked.