This chapter is set between chapters 12 and 13 of Change is Inevitable posted on .
Personal Life
"Are you trying to kill me?" Spencer panted as he flopped on the grass in the front yard of Aaron's house.
"I thought you said that you worked out. Mr. Navy. Don't they make you run for PT?" Aaron smirked at his boyfriend from where he was standing on the driveway stretching out his muscles.
"Sure, we do PT. I'm a reservist though, we PT one weekend a month and 2 weeks a year, and this is NOT one of the weekends and I'm done with my 2 weeks this year! Besides, it is Navy PT, we do some calisthenics and then play ultimate frisbee or something. None of this...this...excessive running," he remained prone on the ground, chest heaving with exertion.
"5 miles is not excessive, Spencer. I thought you said that you wanted to help me train?" Aaron continued, his smirk earning a glare from the man on the ground.
For several weeks now, Dave had been dropping hints about how Aaron needed to get back on the horse and wouldn't that nice lady, Beth, from the Quantico fitness center be the perfect "training" partner? Aaron had managed to deflect him well enough thus far, but Spencer, poor Spencer, still had to witness all of this at the office. He was halfway convinced that Dave knew about his relationship with the younger man and was using the training partner aspect to get them to admit to the relationship. He was close to breaking down and doing so, but Spencer had taken a different approach. Ever since Dave started dropping hints about that woman, Spencer had been dropping hints about what a great coach he was. He had even started to ensure that when he went on a rambling tangent that it remained on a very focused theme, statistics about the basketball team he coached as well as historical data from the race for which Aaron had registered. If that wasn't enough to convince Aaron that Spencer wanted more involvement, the personalized training plan that Spencer handed to him one morning at the office, tucked between completed consultations, did the trick. Citing some of the examples that Spencer had, Aaron had informed Rossi that there was no need to get Beth involved when he had a coach already.
"Help you train? Yes. Be subjected to cruel and unusual punishment for loving you? No." As soon as the words left his mouth, Spencer's eyes grew wide and his entire body froze. This was the first time he had admitted out loud to Aaron that he was in love. He had felt it for a long time but had never said the words.
Aaron stared at him, his own eyes wide in surprise. Slowly, he stood up straight and started walking towards Spencer. When he had closed the distance to only a few feet, he pounced.
Even following Aaron's movements, Spencer wasn't prepared to have his arms full of a very happy Aaron Hotchner. Spencer found himself subjected and then active party to one heart pounding, soul searing kiss that completely destroyed any of his higher thought processes. In that moment, he was utterly and completely at the mercy of the man he loved, the man who was doing his best to prove physically that he felt the same way. As Aaron's kisses rained down on his face and neck, small bites and gentle licks driving him crazy, Spencer arched into Aaron, his arousal pushing hard into Aaron's own erection. His arms were effectively pinned down by Aaron's, but that didn't stop his hands from scrambling for purchase along the grass as they ground their bodies ever closer.
As their movements started to become more desperate and focused on achieving release, a dog started barking. The unexpected noise startled Aaron into remembering where he was. They lay together, Aaron still on top and pressing hard into Spencer, who just looked at him with lust blown eyes, slightly confused at why they had stopped. Aaron shifted slightly, suddenly uncomfortable with how much he was enjoying this rare moment of exhibitionism. The movement, though subtle, was enough to elicit another needy moan from Spencer. That was all it took to spur Aaron into action. He wanted Spencer and he did NOT want to share him with the entire neighborhood! He jumped up, grabbed Spencer's hand and pulled him to standing before practically dragging the man into the house.
Once behind the closed door of the house, they resumed their fevered kissing and grinding. Aaron took the lead in pulling Spencer towards the bedroom but it was Spencer who gently guided Aaron down to the bed so that he was laying on top of the older man, legs intertwined. They continued to kiss and bite and touch every available inch of skin. Soon, the amount available wasn't nearly enough and Spencer grabbed the hem of Aaron's shirt with a growl pulling it up over his head, trapping Aaron's hands in the sleeves. Using one hand to keep his hands tangled in the cloth, Spencer bent down and began to suck at the dusky nipples revealed. The salty tang of sweat from the earlier exercise was a sharp counterpoint to the sweetness of the flesh. Moaning his appreciation at the explosion of flavors in his mouth, Spencer was lost to the tastes and sensations. All he could focus on was more, more tasting, kissing, feeling. He released Aaron's hands where he had them trapped above Aaron's head. Aaron took that opportunity to push the shirt fully off of his arms and assist Spencer with removing his shirt. Once both men were naked from the waist up, they pressed their bodies flush against each other, reveling in the fiery heat of each other.
Aaron suddenly thrust up with his hips into Spencer, erections rubbing together through what remained of their workout clothes. The feeling short circuited Spencer's brain for a moment. Relying solely on instinct in that moment, Spencer managed to gasp out the word, "Lube?" as Aaron was biting down on his collarbone, enjoying the taste and warmth that was pure Spencer. A single hand reached toward the nightstand and shuffled blindly until finding a familiar shaped tube and pressing it into Spencer's hand. He pulled back from Aaron to divest himself of his shorts and was pleased to see his partner do likewise. As he sat back and squeezed some lube on his hand to begin preparing himself, Aaron caught the lubricated hand by the wrist and slowly brought it down towards himself. "Please, Spencer, I want you in me."
The request, so unexpected and delicious, had Spencer moaning and using his free hand to grip his erection tightly at the base to stave off orgasm. He could not say no to Aaron and so began his preparations, gently, one lubricated finger at a time. By the time Spencer added the third finger and could feel the stretch of Aaron's muscles, he was practically growling in anticipation. Aaron was fully enjoying being penetrated by Spencer's slender fingers, the dual pleasure of fingers twisting within him while his cock was being stroked had him aching for release.
Spencer was not rushing anything though. The impossibly tight and exquisite heat of Aaron was amazing on his hands and he was almost afraid thrust into him with his cock for fear of orgasming by just entering Aaron. All too soon the intense need, the want to be buried within Aaron became too much and he withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a discarded shirt that was still on the bed. He quickly added lube to himself before pausing on brink.
"Aaron?"
"Spencer, please, please!" Aaron was begging as he brought his legs up to hold them behind his knees, giving Spencer better access.
Slowly, Spencer started to slide into his boyfriend. He paused frequently, letting Aaron adjust to his girth in small increments. Each time Aaron started rocking to bring him deeper, Spencer obliged. Inch by inch he slid in until he was finally fully seated within Aaron. Both men were lost in the sensations. Spencer recovered enough first to look at Aaron, with concern, that concern was the last thing on his mind when Aaron suddenly bucked up driving Spencer impossibly deeper.
It was clumsy and awkward at first, both men trying to find a rhythm and position that would bring the most pleasure. Quickly though, they found what was working. They moved together, bodies slick with sweat, fingers gripping with bruising force, skin slapping against skin as they each fought to feel, touch, taste, and kiss the other. Spencer found that he was getting closer and closer but he wanted Aaron to orgasm first. He adjusted his angle to scrape the head of his cock against Aaron's prostate and used a hand to start to stroke Aaron in time with his thrusts. Aaron, was reduced to mere grunts and moans by this point and before he could even warn him, Aaron was shooting thick ropes of cum across Spencer's hand and his own chest. Spencer, caught in the vice like grip of Aaron's channel followed quickly with his own release.
As they were laying together, content in the afterglow of their recent activities, Spencer spoke up "Not that I'm complaining, but we never talked about who would top or bottom when we had sex. I guess I had always assumed that you would feel more comfortable doing the penetrating. Was this a one time thing or...?" A very large part of him hoped that Aaron would respond that he wanted to remain on the receiving end of penetration. Even though Spencer enjoyed the occasional session as a bottom, it was not his preference.
Despite just having been thoroughly taken apart by the man in his arms, Aaron still found it possible to blush at the topic. "Well...honestly, Spencer this was my first time like this. If it is like that even half the time, I never want you to stop topping me."
Spencer smiled widely, he was never so happy for a slip of the tongue as he was today.