What would you do if I told you it was all coming to a middle in the next chapter? We're so close to the end of this story that I can taste it! I'm serious. We're almost done. Next chapter is going to be the one where everything starts to change. I just don't know how exactly I'm going to end it as I have three ideas. Hmm... I wonder just how sad I can make you depending on what I write. Shall we find out?
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"I think we wore him out," Hotch spoke softly as he strapped his son in his car seat.
Gently shutting the car door Hotch turned towards his lover just in time to see him yawn as well. Seems like his son wasn't the only one that was ready to fall asleep where he stood. That should not be as cute as it was.
Today had been a complete success. Though it did have a rocky start. Neither Spencer nor Jack had been very talkative during their breakfast. At one point Hotch was sure he'd have to order their food for them.
It wasn't until they were at the zoo that things started to get better. Spencer, the vat of knowledge that he was, couldn't help it as he started to tell them random facts about the animals they saw.
From the fact that a group of pandas was called an embarrassment to the fact that rattlesnakes live 10 to 25 years. Jack was glued by the doctors side pulling him towards different displays asking every question he could think of.
Hotch had followed them with a laugh. His son and his lover were getting along. That was more than he ever could have dreamed of. Still, in the back of his mind was Morgan telling him he needed to know something important.
It had taken them almost four hours at the zoo before Hotch pulled them out saying it was time for lunch. This time Hotch kept having to remind them to eat since Jack just wanted to ask questions.
After lunch they went to a museum Jack's begging Hotch was ready to once again follow the pair as they ran only to have his son demand that he keep up. Feeling a bit mischievous Hotch curled this fingers around Spencer's and they were off.
It wasn't until six that they finally made their last stop to get dinner. This one was quiet once more. Not an awkward silence like the first time. No, this time Jack was practically falling asleep in his plate. Not that the older men were far of themselves.
"This went a lot differently then I had thought," Spencer smiled.
"It went exactly like I expected," Hotch rested his hand on the side of his lovers face, "I knew he'd love you."
Spencer sighed leaning more firmly against the hand. Feeling a warmth course through his body Hotch pulled the younger man closer until their breaths were mixing. Resting his forehead on Spencer's Hotch gently rubbed a thumb across his cheek.
"Thank you," Hotch whispered.
"For what?" Spencer questioned just as softly.
"I haven't seen him this happy since his mother was murdered. Seeing him smile, hearing him laugh. It was perfect."
"You don't talk about her."
"You don't talk about your mother."
Spencer's eyes suddenly widened as he pulled away. There was a fear in his eyes that had the older mans heart clenching. He hated seeing that look in his eyes especially knowing he was the cause of that pain.
"Derek told you," Spencer spoke his voice full of betrayal.
"He told me that there was something I needed to know about your mother," Hotch gently corrected, "I told him I'd ask you."
The younger man turned away and started to walk away only to freeze. Looking into the car Hotch saw his sons sleepy eyes watching him. He looked just as concerned by Spencer walking away as his Father was.
"Let's talk," Hotch said knowing he sounded more pleading then he liked, "Come back to my place."
"Aaron," Spencer started.
Walking to the younger man Hotch pulled him into his arms and kissing him. Hotch tangled his fingers in soft hair trying to pour all of his emotions into that kiss. Anything to make Spencer stay.
"Try," Hotch pulled back keeping the younger man close, "Try, Spencer."
"You won't like it," Spencer clenched his eyes shut.
"We won't know until you tell me. Come back with me."
Spencer was quiet at that. He didn't move as the agent gently worked his fingers against his scalp. Hotch couldn't force his lover to come with him, but it was taking all of his control not to beg.
"Dad?" Jack questioned with a yawn, "Are we going home?"
"We are," Hotch answered turning to his son.
"Can Spencer tell me a story?"
The doctor inhaled sharply at that. It seemed like he didn't want to let the little boy down. He just had to agree to go home with Hotch. Something the man had been hoping would happen since he asked him out.
Hotch watched with hopeful eyes as his love warred with himself. He didn't want to disappoint Jack, but the idea of talking about his mother was making him want to run. Could the secret be that bad?
Slowly nodding his head Spencer moved back to the car. He climbed into the passengers' seat silently, but still gave Jack a small smile as he buckled himself in. Hotch let out a sigh of relief and followed to the car.
When they got to Hotch's home he sent his son to get ready for bed. As soon as Jack was out of the room Hotch turned to his lover only to find he was making sure to look at everything but him.
"After Jack's asleep," Hotch spoke resting a hand on his shoulder, "We'll talk."
"He's asleep," Spencer whispered walking into the living room.
An awkwardness filled the small space as the men stood there. Moving slowly Hotch when to his lovers side and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He tensed slightly, but held onto the older man just the same.
"Her name was Haley," Hotch started keeping his voice low, "We met in high school and I thought she was the one. She couldn't handle my job though. I was gone all the time and she was left taking care of a baby alone.
"I ended up working on a case and the UnSub wanted me to something that I refused to do. He came after Haley and Jack. He killed Haley. I killed him. There's more to the story, but that is the main story."
"Aaron," Spencer whispered resting a hand on the older mans cheek.
Hotch rested his head on his young lover letting himself get lost in his warmth. It was something he used to do with Haley and something he truly missed. Now he had a chance to have that warmth back.
Moving slowly the agent walked them to the couch. Spencer curled next to him making sure to keep some kind of contact. His head rested over the agents heart their hands tangled on their lap while a hand ran through soft hair.
"Paranoid Schizophrenic," Spencer swallowed softly, "My Mother is a paranoid schizophrenic."
Hotch stared down at Spencer in shock. There were a lot of things that he had thought he would say, but that had never come to mind. He had to admit that was one time where his imagination got away from him.
Turning Spencer towards him the older man noticed that he refused to look him in the eye. It was easy to tell that he was terrified of Hotch's reaction. Something that was actually a very real fear.
In his line of work he had run into a handful of people with schizophrenia. He never did like cases when that happened. Having grown up with a schizophrenic parent was a thought he didn't want to think about.
"Where is she now?" Hotch questioned.
"A home in Las Vegas," Spencer answered shakily, "I write her everyday. She's a good mother, Aaron. She's just not like other mothers."
Nodding his head Hotch bent down and kissed his lover. He could practically feel the tension melt from Spencer's body as he moved closer. It was enough to cause the older man to pull and tug until he was straddling his lap.
"You're not leaving?" Spencer asked in confusion.
"No," Hotch shook his head, "And neither are you."
A bright grin split on Spencer's lips as he pulled Hotch into a kiss. Running his tongue over the younger mans lips the agent pushed into his mouth mapping it out. He let out a beautiful moan as his back arched.
"Spencer," Hotch broke the kiss, "We're in the living room."
The doctor blushed darkly and climbed out of his lap. Chuckling Hotch stood up himself directing Spencer to his bedroom. The door shut and locked behind them before he pushed his younger lover against the door.
"Aaron," Spencer pushed his hips forward.
Bending down Hotch kissed at his lovers neck before letting his teeth scrap across the skin. Spencer moaned softly his hands coming up to hold his head. Hotch could feel the younger mans hard cock pressed against his hip.
Strong hands trailed down the gorgeous lithe body coming to a stop on his ass. Gently massaging the firm globes he pushed his leg between Spencer's letting the younger man ride his thigh.
"We have to be quiet," Hotch pulled away.
"Yes," Spencer nodded quickly, "Aaron. Please."
Spinning the younger man around Hotch pushed his lover on the bed. The doctor fell down his legs spread almost obscenely as his chest heaved. It was a beautiful site that had his cock twitching in his pants.
"You're trying to kill me," Hotch practically growled stripping out of his shirt.
"Trying to get you inside me," Spencer panted eyes raking over the newly exposed skin, "You felt so wonderful last time. I haven't been able to get that night out of my mind. Please, Aaron. I need you."
The words lit a fire in Hotch's veins. Moving so his was on top of his young lover the agent kissed him passionately laying over him completely making sure their cocks were aligned before grinding down.
Spencer gasped at the feeling throwing his head back exposed his pale neck. Bending down Hotch attached his lips sucking gently on the skin. The younger man responded so wonderfully to his lips he couldn't help drag his teeth down.
"Aaron," Spencer moaned digging his nails into his back, "Please."
"Spencer," Hotch pulled back striping the younger man of his vest and shirt, "You're so beautiful."
Bending down the older man licked down to the peaked nipple. Tracing it with his tongue he sucked on it gently only to have his lover push him away. Hotch moved away instantly confusion filling him.
"I...Aaron," Spencer grabbed the back of his neck dragging him into a kiss.
The doctors tongue easily pushed into the agents mouth pulling him all the closer. Spencer was desperate as his hands worked open Hotch's pants pushing them and his underwear down until he took them off completely.
Flipping the man over Spencer straddled his waist. Sure hands trailed over the first chest mapping over the scars that he had still not gotten used to. Shivers ran down his spine as he lent down.
"You taste wonderfully," Spencer whispered licking his lips, "So delicious."
Carding a hand through his hair Hotch pulled his lover down kissing him gently. It was a shock to the system. Everything had been so passionate and powerful that the sweet kiss was enough to slow them down.
Hotch moved them so they both were laying on their sides. spencer curled closer to his lover smiling gently at the older man before nuzzling into his neck and kissing him gently as the man held him close to him.
"Spencer," Aaron rubbed his back gently before his hand travelled down to his ass, "You're beautiful."
He pressed back towards the hand before pressing back to his lover. Smiling at his lover he let his fingers lips further down until he was brushing against his puckered hole drawing a soft noise from him.
Pulling his fingers away Hotch turned and grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand. As he turned around Spencer threw his leg over Hotch's. Sliding his now slicked fingers back he circled the hole before pushing in.
Spencer let out a deep sigh his fingers tracing down the other mans side. Everything was so slow and gentle. It was so different from the first time they had sex, but it felt just as powerful.
Pushing a second then third finger into the willing body Hotch listened to the moans and gasps from the man. It was such a beautiful noise. One of the best noises that the older man had ever heard.
"That's right, Spencer," Hotch encouraged pushing the fingers in harder, "Sounds so perfect."
"Have to..." Spencer gasped softly, "Have to be quiet."
"I know. I wish I could make you scream. Beg me for more."
Spencer whimpered softly thrusting back burying his face in the mans neck. It caused the older man to chuckle darkly. Slowly pulling the fingers away the younger man tried to move back to keep them inside.
Smirking Hotch moved them around so he was curled around the younger man. Torturously slow Hotch pushed his dick into the slick hole. Both men moaned at the feeling joining them together.
A surprisingly strong hand gripped his hip as he pushed inside. Turning his head to the side Spencer bit down on a pillow to muffle the sound as a pleasureful pain ripped through his body.
Hotch continued the small amount of torture and kept his pace slow. Spencer's nails dug into the flesh trying to get the man to go faster. The older man simply tightened his grip to keep his lover still.
"Please," Spencer ground out, "I need...Please."
"Shh..." Hotch soothed rubbing a hand over his belly, "I have you."
Closing his eyes the older man let himself get lost and simply enjoy the noises Spencer made. He always did enjoy hearing his lovers. Haley wasn't all that vocal, but it was as if he was playing Spencer like a fiddle.
Soft gasping sounds spilled from the younger man driving Hotch crazy. He had truly wanted the night to be slow and gentle, but hearing the man brought out a side of him he didn't show often.
Rolling the younger man onto his stomach Hotch thrust all the harder causing Spencer to yelp loudly. Covering his mouth with his hand Hotch rolled his hips down groaning as the tight warmth surrounded him.
Hands linked together over Spencer's head thrusting harder. Hotch bit and nibbled at the back of his neck. The only sound filling the small space was the sound of their flesh meeting and muffled gasped.
Grasping his hips tightly Hotch pushed his knees under him. Picking the pace up the older man wrapped a hand around Spencer's cock. Using the foree out their fucking he pushed the doctor into his hand.
"Come on, Spencer," Hotch growled into his ear, "Come for me."
That command was enough to push the younger man over the edge. His body tightened around Hotch causing the man to thrust harder. It only took a few more thrusts before he was spilling inside.
Groaning lowly Hotch pulled out and fell to the side. Almost instantly the doctor was curled against his chest. Normally the agent didn't like to cuddle after sex, but having the doctor hang onto him was perfect.
"Stay the night?" Hotch asked running a hand through damp hair.
"I don't have any clothes here," Spencer supplied.
"We'll figure it out. In the morning."
Spencer bit at his lower lip before nodding his head. The couple moved slowly to wipe the cum from their bodies before climbing under the blankets. Almost instantly the younger man was plastered to him.
Kissing his forehead Hotch held him tightly. It didn't take long before Spencer was fast asleep in his arms. With a smile the agent closed his eyes and let the sound of his lovers breathing lull him to sleep.