Love
The first time Aaron kissed Spencer he did it partly to shut him up and partly because he desperately wanted to know what that tongue could do in his mouth. What he hadn't expected was for the young genius' hands to go completely limp. They didn't just stop moving but actually fell to his sides. This gave Aaron so many new ideas, but they pulled apart before Aaron was able to explore any of them.
Over the next few days all Aaron could think about was how he had never seen Spencer Reid's hands completely and absolutely still. Hospital stays and drug induced sleep did not count. Even in sleep Reid's hands moved. Hotch could attest to this from the few times the team had to share beds. Somehow he always ended up the next morning with the young genius' hands pulling his arm or squeezing his shirt. For some reason this never bothered the old profiler, he would just watch the younger agent sleep until an alarm went off.
Friday finally came and SSA Aaron Hotchner had worked very to ensure that the team would have the whole weekend off. The team leader had decided that today he was going to see just how still he could make those hands be. Unfortunately he had been sitting in his office all day trying to come up with the perfect, yet innocent, way to approach his youngest team member. Now it was nearing almost 7 and most of the people had left already.
"Um, Hotch" Spencer spoke up rather hesitantly. "Can you give me ride? I can wait until you're done."
Aaron's head had whipped up at the sound of the young man's voice. It took him a few seconds to figure out what had been said because all he could think about was the way Reid's elegant hands twisted the strap of his messenger bag insecurely. Finally the older man found his voice and was able to reply "Just give me ten minutes to finish up." Hotch's eyes were still staring at Spencer as his hands began to shuffle papers into piles.
"…yeah, sure, I'll just…" and with that Spencer nearly ran from the office with a somewhat terrified look in his eyes but a smiling growing on his lips.
Never in all his time at the BAU could the old profiler remember deciding to leave his office and actually be out of it in less than five minutes. All he had done was push papers into piles, not caring where they ended up as long as his desk looked neat. The sight of his youngest team member drumming his fingers restlessly on his desk almost caused Aaron to stop and just stare at the gorgeous hands. But Reid had already caught sight of his boss and had begun moving to meet him at the end of the stairs.
The elevator ride down was filled with nervous energy. Each occupant was silently trying to decide if this was anything more than just a coworker driving another coworker home. By the time they reached Hotch's car neither had figured out what to say so the silence continued.
The longer they drove the more fidgety Spencer became. Aaron realized that the genius' hands had begun to twitch, drum, and actually started waving back and forth in front of his face. At first it looked like he was just moving his hair out of his eyes, but the longer he did it the more the older profiler decided it looked like the young man was constructing a shield in front of himself. This caused Hotch to stop for moment and wonder if the genius had figured out that he wanted to kiss him again and was preparing himself for pushing the older man away.
At the same time, Spencer was lost in his own mind. He thought that he had planned this out perfectly. He had asked Morgan to pick him up that morning, than told him that he would take the trains home. After Morgan left Reid had checked his wallet and discovered that he had "forgotten" his train ticket at home. So the genius had walked up to Hotch's office to ask for a ride because they were the last two in the office. But when Spencer had reached the door he found himself incredibly tongue tied and suddenly even his classic rambling seemed to have fled him. Since that moment, the only thought in his head was. WhatdoIdoifherejectsme?Iwillhavecompletelyruinedourfriendshipandworkingrelationship.Hecouldreportme.Orworseyet,shipmeofftoanotherteam! The more he thought about it the more nervous he became. The more nervous he became the more his hands moved to relieve some of the nervous energy building inside.
As Aaron stopped the car in front of Spencer's building the young man remembered the last part of his plan and was able to muster the last of his courage to look his boss in the eye and say "Would you like to come up for some coffee?"
Hotch, who had been sure that Reid would tell him to stop thinking about him every waking moment (and every sleeping one too), had been completely floored by this request and mutely nodded as they both exited the vehicle. He noticed that Spencer seemed to be more at ease after he agreed and his hands were not moving half as much as they had been in the car. The young genius was even to get his key into the door without any difficulty at all.
Spencer quickly threw off his bag and made a beeline for the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee machine. Aaron followed at slower rate, taking in the rooms around him. There were bookshelves covering every available wall space. They spanned from floor to ceiling and were completely full of books except for the shelf directly in front of the couch which housed a television and the shelves beneath held some DVDs. While this reminded him of Reid, what screamed Reid were all the books stacked up in front of the bookshelves. Apparently after having run out of space for his books, the genius had decided that the floor was the next best thing. The sight caused the older man to smile as he exited the room and entered the kitchen. That smile only grew as he watched Spencer finish preparing the coffee and turn to face him.
The hesitant look on younger man's face vanished as he glanced up to see the man of his desires smiling at him. Spencer had no choice but to smile back. He so rarely saw his boss smile that he was completely taken aback by how young and beautiful it made Aaron look.
"I like how you decorated the front room" the older profiler laughed.
"Yeah, after I filled up the last bookshelf I decided that the floor was just as good so I'm working on filling that now" Spencer replied as he passed his boss a mug of fresh, heavenly coffee. They walked back to couch and sat next to each other. After that conversation seemed to flow seamlessly. Hotch noticed that Reid's hands were moving at a much more normal pace, or at least normal for the genius.
As they finished the coffee Aaron decided that it was worth it try kissing Spencer again. He was about to lean in when the next thing he knew Reid's hands were on his face and his soft lips were attaching themselves to his. After a few moments Hotch remembered to move and wrapped his arms around the young man crushing him against his body. The last coherent thought Aaron had that evening was that Spencer's hands still hadn't moved from his face.
The next morning as the older man smiled down at the sleeping form of his new lover he though back to the night before. Before it began all Aaron had wanted to know was how long he could keep Spencer from moving his hands. But looking back at the evening went all Hotch could think about was how wonderful it was once the genius had started moving his hands. The entire evening had been great but what that man could do with his hands had completely surprised the old man. As Spencer's hands twitched Aaron could now only dream about the next time they would be all over his body.
Sorry about the long wait but hopefully this chapter makes up for it.
WellthisistheendbutIamconsideringdoingastoryfocusingonAaron,Spencer,andJackasafamily.