Here's part 2, finally. I'm almost done with the next part, though it'll probably take me a week or two to transcribe it. Please review!
A very nervous Spencer Reid stood outside of his boss's apartment the next night after work. The day had gone by so slowly, but now that it was finally time anxiety had gotten the better of him. What if he was supposed to have changed in to something besides the clothes he wore to work that day?
Suddenly the door in front of him opened and he let out a surprised squeak. Standing before him was Aaron Hotchner with his head in his hand. He was in jeans and a red t-shirt that looked to be a couple of years old.
Hotch sighed, "You've been out here ten minutes and I couldn't take it anymore."
"Sorry..."
Another sigh, but the words that followed were soft and gentle. "Spencer, we want you here. Did yesterday not prove that? Come on in, have a glass of wine and we can enjoy each other's company."
The young man blushed heavily, "O-Okay,"
Aaron moved away from the door and on wobbly legs Spencer entered the apartment. He could smell something delicious cooking but couldn't quite place what it was. The living room was to the left, and he assumed the kitchen was coming up on the right. He popped his head in and saw Rossi tossing pasta in to a pan with sauce.
"Finally decided to join us?" Rossi quipped, but he was smiling warmly.
Reid blushed again, "Yeah... sorry about that."
Aaron joined them in the kitchen. "No need to apologize, Spencer. I poured you a glass of wine, it's over on the table. Is red okay?"
"Red is fine."
Dave chimed in, "It's a nice Merlot. Directly from Italy," he stated proudly.
Spencer walked over behind Rossi, mesmerized by the dish he was cooking.
"It's a shrimp linguine in a red sauce. You'll love it."
Reid sipped on the wine. The Merlot was bold and a little smoky. "If it tastes anything like it smells I'm sure I will!"
The older man grinned. Aaron came up behind him and slipped an arm around Dave lovingly. He kissed the side of his neck then rested his head on his shoulder.
"Hello babe." Hotch said softly.
"Hey." Dave placed a gentle kiss on Aaron's head.
Realizing that Spencer must feel left out Hotch moved over to him. He gently lifted the young man's chin and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Aaron looked in to Spencer's eyes meaningfully.
"Hey there." Aaron said softly.
"Hi..." Spencer managed to get out.
"Do you like the wine?" Hotch didn't remove his hand from Reid's chin.
"It's delicious." Spencer answered, and finally smiled.
"Good."
Dave finished plating the pasta at the same time and began moving the food to the dining room table. "Hey you two, dinner's ready!"
The two younger profilers moved to the table. The pasta smelled amazing and all three couldn't wait to dig in. In almost no time at all they did just that. They were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the flood. Soon lighthearted conversation filled the room. The three laughed and even discussed certain cases.
When they finished dinner Rossi stated, "I cooked, you two get to clean."
Spencer's earlier apprehension had vanished with his second glass of wine. "Of course. Can I get another refill though?"
Aaron laughed, "Actually, no. You need to be sober enough that you can still consent." His eyes turned dark.
The doctor blushed heavily once again. He's almost forgotten how this night was likely going to end. Spencer eyed his empty wine glass, wishing he had more liquid courage.
Dave stood up, "Well, I'll leave you two to it." With that he headed down the hall.
Aaron looked at Spencer, "You ready to help me with the dishes?"
"Of course!"
The both got up and brought their plates over to the sink. Reid began to run the water and placed the dishes in the left side of the sink.
As Spencer began to wash the skillet Rossi cooked the meal in Aaron walked up behind him silently and slipped an arm around his waist. His erection pressed up against Reid's thigh.
The breath he was taking caught in Spencer's throat, and without thinking he dropped the pan in to the soapy water. Aaron nuzzled his chin against the crook of Reid's neck, breathing heavily.
"What do you say we postpone doing the dishes?" Hotch asked, voice low and husky.
"Y-Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Spencer replied, voice shaking.
Aaron swayed them both slowly from side to side, "Hey, hey, don't be nervous." He murmured.
Spencer had never been held so lovingly; it was more wonderful than he had imagined. He allowed them to stay like that for a few moments before his boss's member poked at him again.
Aaron trailed his hand down Spencer's stomach and slowly reached the other man's cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He rubbed at the flesh under the cords. He undid the button and pulled down his zipper. Reid hissed at the sudden freedom.
A thought occurred to the young man, "Wait, what about Rossi?"
"Well first of all, in this setting you can call him David; second, he knew I wanted to have some fun of my own."
Spencer's eyes went wide, and Aaron quickly spun him around. In a deft movement he dropped to his knees. Hotch mouthed at the erection that was hidden by the young man's boxers. The sensation caused Reid's hips to rock.
"Oh Jesus... Aaron!" His boss's first name felt somewhat awkward on his lips, but saying it caused a pleasure to race through him.
The older profiler looked up at Spencer and grinned wickedly. Hotch hooked his fingers in the young man's underwear and pulled them down, along with his pants. Spencer kicked out of them once they were around his ankles. Reid's cock sprang free and swayed up and down slightly.
Aaron licked the slit teasingly; the pre-come was salty, but by no means tasted bad. Spencer's hips bucked forward involuntarily. Never before had he received a blow job, and he planned to savor every moment of it. Hotch licked at Reid's inner thigh, near his member but without touching it.
"Aaron.. Please." Spencer asked pleadingly.
The older man tsked, "Now you can do better than that. You know how much I love it when you beg."
Remembering the other night Spencer knew exactly what to say. "Please Aaron, suck me off. I want to feel your mouth around my... cock. Please let me feel you. Please Aaron, please, please, please."
Hotch was impressed, "That's much better, good boy Spencer."
In one swift motion Aaron took almost the entirety of Spencer's length in to his mouth with practiced ease. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking in his cheeks while laving at the vein underneath the head.
Spencer couldn't help but move his hips in time with Aaron's ministrations. Instead of stilling him Hotch allowed his subordinate to fill his throat. Rossi had always told him that he could deep throat like no other, so why not put it to use?
"Oh fuck! God Aaron, yes, yes!" Spencer cried out, not even noticing just how loud he was being.
The Spencer wouldn't shut up. He continuously yelled Aaron's name and verbalized how great of a job he was doing. Hotch not only didn't mind, he loved every word. He felt his own dick ache with need, but that was for later. Spencer's cries lasted a good three or four minutes.
"Aaron, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna come," he warned his boss so he'd have time to pull back.
But he didn't. Instead he doubled his efforts, drawing incredibly loud moans of pleasure from the boy.
"Oh fuck! Aaron!" Spencer screamed as he shot his load deep down the Unit Chief's throat.
Aaron swallowed greedily, milking every last drop out of the stimulated organ. He finally let the softening cock fall from his mouth and he stood. Spencer could see the bulge in his lover's jeans. Hotch licked his lips before crushing them against the young man's. Spencer pushed his tongue in to Aaron's mouth and tasted himself for the first time.
Aaron finally broke the kiss to suggest, "Let's go find Dave."