Thank you to everyone who has alerted/favorited/read and especially reviewed! This chapter kind of spawned out of nowhere but hopefully y'all will like it. Any mistakes with the Spanish is my own fault (Danish is my first language, English my second though I've been speaking it for 16 years now) but hopefully it's not too bad. It kind of just came out of nowhere haha - too much time spent watching the newest Toy Story with Spanish Buzz.
Anyways, enjoy!
*I fixed all the errors in the Spanish dialogue! Thank you to Kee12345 and everyone else who helped!
The raw lighting of the amber streetlight that shone above him ignited the olive and cinnamon hews that speckled Spencer Reid's copper eyes. And as Hotch found himself being gently pressed against the cold curve of the Bureau SUV's side door, he wondered briefly if his genius lover was aware of the euphoria his sparkling orbs created.
The thought quietly dissipated within moments, however, as Reid began to cradle Hotch's jaw in his elegant fingers and mouth at his neck in a sultry and almost punishingly passionate manner.
No preparations, no evident triggers to spawn such an attack except for the rushed explanation of Reid's headaches before the genius' eyes had grown dark with lust and Hotch, for the love of God, couldn't remember the rest.
He groaned as he felt a firm hand begin to tease the crease between his groin and thigh and then finger the outline of the growing bulge beneath his dress pants. The Unit Chief surrendered to the ministrations, his head falling against the window with a small thud, and his hands threading through Reid's deliciously sweaty hair to pull the man closer.
"Wha-what brought this on?" Hotch moaned as Reid's thigh pressed against him and a heat began to coil in his belly. The genius had pounced at the chance to ride with just Hotch in the Suburban when Rossi suggested dinner somewhere downtown. The rest of the team had left in their own vehicle, though not before shooting them suspicious glares.
Reid rolled his hips forwards in response and Hotch gasped, spreading his hands out over the car to steady himself. His left hand came to curl around the door handle and he almost yanked it off when Reid started tonguing the inside of his ear.
"Me encanta estar contigo," Reid replied huskily before he caressed Hotch's slightly chapped lips with his own.
Hotch swore he almost came right there, standing against their government vehicle in the dark parking lot of Salsa Fiesta while their team was inside, Rossi quarrelling for a table.
Hotch knew Reid spoke a few different languages but the genius had never exercised his impressive skills in a sexual nature. It was fresh. Different. And something that Hotch found sexy as hell.
"Te deseo mucho," Hotch murmured back, plunging his tongue into Reid's wet little mouth and grinding himself down onto the young agent's toned thigh. "God..." he choked out when his lover trailed raked sharp fingernails down his neck and chest to flick at his hardened nipples covered by only thin cotton.
"¿Te gusta?" Reid smirked, pressing himself against his lover and enjoying the way Hotch's pupils had dilated and his eyes had taken on the predatory, possessive glow he had been coveting all this time. "Cachame fuerte," he growled, stepping away from Hotch.
The Unit Chief exhaled harshly, blowing air through his nostrils like a hungry lion and his fingers tingled to rip Reid's clothes from his slender body and pound the man into the six ton piece of steel behind him.
He had never seen his lover like this and it was rapidly causing his mind to short-circuit and block out extraneous considerations he should really have been paying attention to - they were in a deserted parking lot, anyone could walk past, and the simple fact that said person walking past would simply have to witness two federal officers well, fucking each other's brains out.
Hotch inhaled sharply, however, when Reid bit down on his lower lip and began to finger the knot of his tie. The black silk slinked around his neck and the genius dropped it on the hood of the car before he teased at the buttons to his shirt and rolled his hips again.
"Quítese la ropa," Hotch ordered hotly, his breathes escaping in short, harsh bursts. A roll of sweat skated down his spine and he shrugged off his suit jacket and tugged his own tie off, throwing the jacket in the growing pile.
"Ser paciente, Aaron." Reid replied, rolling the R in Hotch's name and stealing back over to the Unit Chief. He toyed at each button on his shirt, exposing creamy flesh as the material slid further and further down his shoulders until it hung from his black slacks.
Hotch's toes curled in his shoes and he gripped Reid's hips tightly between his fingers, whirling them around and slamming the lithe agent against the fogged glass of the window. He pinned Reid's wrists above his head, pressing a wet open-mouthed kiss to the juncture between the agent's long neck and shoulder.
Reid grunted as his bare back hit the rigid metal but broke out in a high mewl when Hotch started planting kisses up his jaw, running his tongue over the shell of his ear, while the senior agent's free hand boldly thrust itself into his tight slacks, grasping his cock through his boxers.
"A-Aaron," Reid whimpered, "cachame fuerte," he repeated, spreading his legs as Hotch came to rest between them.
The friction was intense. Erotic. Nothing like Reid had ever felt before.
Fine tremors fizzled at his very core and he knew that this was different. This was them tearing themselves away from their broken shadows and building something new.
It was rough and magnetic and sensual and playful and sinful and every desire Reid had wanted to voice in his past encounters with his partner but had never found the courage to do so. And it wasn't role-playing per say, but something deeper than that. Opening themselves up to each other in a way that was temptingly dangerous and seen as excitement at its finest.
"You want it hard, honey?" Hotch murmured, smearing Reid's pearling pre-cum over his member before stroking firmly downwards. He pumped with swift, precise movements and Reid drew his lips into his mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure that threatened to taint the silent night. His hips drove forwards against Hotch's and he whined for more.
"Si," he moaned, exposing his throat to the furious and bruising nips Hotch was relinquishing over his skin. "Esto es tuyo," he sighed breathily, drawing out the sentence and letting it roll around on his tongue, tasting the passion of his words.
He inhaled deeply when he felt familiar gun-calloused fingers slide over to the backs of his thighs, still buried deep in his trousers, and pull him upwards until he rested against the side of the SUV, legs tangled around his lover's waist and Hotch's nose buried in the stray sweat-soaked locks of his hair. The Unit Chief nuzzled his face into the soft skin beneath his lips, inhaling the tantalizing smell of Reid's cologne, his sweat, coffee, and laundry detergent.
"Te amo," The younger agent mewled before Hotch drowned out his words with another searing kiss. "Te quiero...me encantas."
"Te amo támbiem," Hotch whispered, opening his eyes. He was met with fiery hazel eyes that shot out at him and into his heart beneath heavy onyx eyelashes, so long and delicate.
The elder agent gave a small nod of understanding, of complete forgiveness. He was opening up himself, his vision clearing to take in the sight before him. His lover...his colleague, his confidant and his friend...was asking for mercy and Hotch knew he would have to look deep into his heart to grant it. Those who looked only outside, merely dreamed of what they wished for.
Those who looked inside, awakened.
"Te amo támbiem," he repeated, pouring every ounce of meaning he could muster into his words. He met Reid's lips in a tender kiss. "Mi corazón es tu corazón."
Reid gently cupped Hotch's face and pressed tiny butterflies of kisses to his forehead, his temples, the tip of his nose and finally to the corner of his firm, swollen lips.
Something had changed in their interactions. They were still playful in their language but this was slow, loving and affectionate. Not the true grit of throwing someone up against a car for a quick rough and tumble in the parking lot of a questionable Mexican grill.
And just as quickly as their ministrations had slowed, they sped back up as Reid aggressively pawed at the zipper to Hotch's dress pants. "Te quiero," he mumbled.
Hotch let Reid slide back down to his feet before his hot and bothered lover thumbed open his trousers and slid them down along with his boxer shorts.
Humid, sticky air rushed to hug his muscular thighs and he shivered at the difference in temperature of his upper body and lower body. Reid's nimble fingers worked the buttons of his dress shirt, travelling his way upwards and delivering long wet stripes with a long tongue up and over his scars, paying special attention to the one slashed over his sternum before Hotch was left only in his open shirt and his tie slung around his shoulders.
His pants and boxers lay in a tangled heap around his ankles.
Reid stretched a hand blindly over to his messenger bag on the hood of the car while Hotch came to shower his neck and collarbone with sharp bites, sinking his canine-like teeth into the soft flesh and trapping him against the car. Their hard members were struck flush against one another and the sensation was quickly smudging out any coherent thoughts Reid held onto.
"Aaron," the genius ground out. "Now." He bit, pressing a cool vial into Hotch's sweaty palm. He felt wet fingers soon grasp his hipbones and he bucked into the hold, impatient. "Ahora, mi amor."
Hotch felt the waves of lust roll through his quivering body as he took in Reid's foreign words. He could feel a new kink developing and wondered briefly what other languages Reid knew that they could experiment with.
Reid found himself facedown against the hood of the car, the smooth curves of the midnight black metal cradling his head while Hotch kissed between his shoulder blades, savoring the feeling of a slicked finger in his tight heat.
The Unit Chief added a second finger, followed speedily by a third, and Reid groaned against the car, fighting the urge to blurt out more Spanish as Hotch stretched him.
"Me podria tu cachar cada dia," Hotch murmured as he brushed his bare cock against his lover's entrance. He raked his nails over Reid's chest, earning a whine of ecstasy, the younger agent pushing back hard until Hotch was buried deep inside of him.
"God, yes," Reid gasped, resting his forehead against the cool steel and digging his fingers into the paint. He craved friction and bit his lower lip to stop himself from grinding into the front grill of the car.
Hotch drew back and drove in slowly, thrusting shallowly and tilting upwards. Reid's lithe frame shook with the arousal and his eyes slid shut as he panted out monosyllabic grunts of encouragement. Hotch bent over his lover, placing wet kisses along the nape of his neck and gently stroking his hair back. Reid curled a hand around his partner's neck, barely holding on as he shifted his weight to his forehead on the top of the car.
"Cachame me fuerte."
Hotch nuzzled Reid's neck, teasingly fingering his straining erection before raking up to rub the ridges of his ribcage and shifting into a blazing rhythm. The young genius' breath increased immediately, his thighs and abs trembling from the fire building in his very core. Reid braced a hand against the car, looking for something to latch onto and he curled his fingers over the golden Chevy logo as his lover slammed into him.
He rocked back, hungry for more and he resisted crying out in the parking lot in case should someone walk by. Hotch's eyes narrowed, and he wound his hand into Reid's hair and pulled back, exposing the man's throat and drinking in the heavy dominance he was being given.
"Ye-yes, Aaron," Reid whimpered, his voice laced with vulnerability and earnestness. "More." He gripped Hotch's thighs behind him, favoring the way he could feel the fierce muscles ripple beneath his palms.
"Quiero que vengas," The elder agent hissed as he bled out his insecurities. His whole body thrummed with the intense heat his subordinate was delivering, filling him with a cool confidence he had thought was long gone.
Reid had been his undoing, his meltdown, and with each pound he supplied, he could feel his old self slowly begin to shift, slide and surround him again.
He stroked Reid firmly in time with his merciless pace, rotating into hyper-drive as he felt the man fly apart beneath him, his body wracking with swallowed breaths and shallow cries.
"Mas fuerte," Reid snarled into the paint until his orgasm finally, finally, hit, coursing through his body at top speed. He closed his eyes as his back arched and he shook from the intense flash of heat igniting in his toes and throbbing in his limbs.
Hotch continued to thrust into him, his rough hands relishing in the pleasurable tremors that blew through his lover's little body. He felt powerful. Controlled. Steady.
"Spence," he breathed, pressing his face between Reid's shoulder blades and lapping up the fine sheen of sweat that had collected among the sinewy muscles. "Change." He murmured.
He somehow gathered his strength to collect Reid in his arms and position him against the side of the car so his long legs intertwined around his waist. Reid's head banged against the glass and he closed his eyes as Hotch began to hammer into him, fast and brutal, his head resting at Reid's chest.
He blew harsh breaths from his nose and felt Reid tighten around him.
"Come on, mi amor," Reid sucked down the static air as he lay limply against the car letting himself fall apart as his lover, his Aaron, fucked him senseless. "Come for me, dáme." he whispered, meeting Hotch's intense gaze.
His face was flushed from the heat and from physical exertion, his once neat hair now swooshed to the side in a sweaty tangle and his shoulders and chest blushing a dark pink. He drove deeper, growling out curses until he came so hard he thought he would black out right there in front of Salsa Fiesta, blissful and naked.
Hotch collapsed against Reid, still holding his lover close to him, and letting their foreheads come to rest against each other. His breathing slowed from erratic to a gentler pace as Reid stroked his fingers through his hair, styling it somewhat back into what it had previously resembled and cooing soothing encouragements. Reid could feel the intense hammering of Hotch's heart and craved how his partner panted out his name as he came down from his orgasmic high.
"So, so sexy," Reid praised, a smile gracing his lips when his superior pulled away from him, his shoulders lowering so much so that his shirt almost fell off.
Hotch's scarlet tie had somehow managed to stay wrapped around his neck and Reid grinned, pulling Hotch's shirt back over his shoulders and buttoning the first few closures.
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish," the genius grinned and felt his heart leap with grandeur when Hotch returned it, his stern mouth breaking into a rare and lighthearted beam that had become sparse given the timing of the case.
"Elementary Spanish, junior year of high school," Hotch tucked his buttoned dress shirt into his trousers and moved to rub his hands over Reid's bare arms. "I'm curious to know," he smiled, "what other languages do you plan to surprise me with, Spence?"
Reid's eyes radiated a light Hotch hadn't seen in what seemed like ages at the tender use of his nickname. The agent then smirked, a wicked glint slipping over his amber pupils. "Je pense que je vais le garder pour la chambre," he fired off.
Hotch's eyes flashed in excitement. "Je parle Français," he replied smoothly, digging his hands into his pocket and pulling out the car key. He opened the driver's side and shoved his jacket along with Reid's sweater on the seat before shutting the door.
"Parfait," Reid pressed a small kiss to Hotch's temple before they headed towards the restaurant.
His heart beat steadily, his head slowly beginning to fill back in with thoughts and he enjoyed the way his satisfied muscles flexed with the familiar ache of Goddamn good sex.
"There they are," Hotch jutted his chin at the rest of the team who had crowded themselves into a booth and promptly demolished three bowls of chips and salsa. The Unit Chief waved off the wandering hostess and wound his way confidently through the maze of tables, Reid following close behind.
Do. Not. Smile. He chanted to himself, having to suppress the smug smirk on his face for the sake of his professionalism. He filtered through his most enraging and smile-dimming thoughts in an effort to calm the urge to yell wannafuckwannafuck.
Tangled Christmas lights.
A line at Best Buy.
Strauss in downward dog position.
Hotch shuddered at the last one as he lowered himself into a chair next to Seaver.
The table had gone quiet and Reid resisted shooting Hotch a nervous look when he was met with eight pairs of playfully accusatory eyes. Turning to his superior would only make them seem guiltier.
Prentiss raised a dark eyebrow as she surveyed what was in front of her: Reid's face was a furious tuna pink, while his clothes were rumpled, his tie was askew, and his hair stuck up at odd angles that didn't seem to conform to anything nature could have provided. Hotch was even better, the female agent noted with delight, with his dress shirt buttoned up wrong, his normally stiff hair falling in strands over his forehead and a striking lovebite turning a rich plum color against his freshly shaven neck.
"It's fine, I'll just eat the tablecloth," Morgan threw Reid a mock glare. "Been waitin' long enough."
"Dreadful traffic on the turnpike," Hotch barked, immediately quelling the team's urge to poke fun at their suspicious arrival. He slickly plucked a menu from Morgan's hands and glanced over the entrees. "How do we feel about Larry's Smokin' nachos?" He asked, eyes still down, his voice without an ounce of humor in it.
Prentiss was the first to dissolve into laughter, stuffing her napkin into her mouth and grabbing hold of the edge of the table.
Morgan quickly followed and soon the remainder of the team, aside from Hotch and Reid, were lancing sexual innuendos at them and dogging them about why they were half an hour late to dinner.
Reid bowed his head before yawning and letting his long arms flex in front of him. "I just need coffee, I'm so tired all of a sudden." He offered, hoping everyone's jokes would die down.
Hotch's eyes remained fixed on the menu but his right eyebrow arched as a sign that he was only half-listening to the conversations around him until Rossi finally spoke.
"We can't all have Aaron Hotchner's stamina for sexual activity now, can we?"
Not over yet! Still lots more to come :) Dramarama si vous plait! Please review if you don't mind
