Personal Life

Spencer flopped backwards on the soft grass. He closed his eyes and let the warm sun permeate his aching muscles. In the background he could hear the laughter of the kids on the playground. He could hear music from somewhere near the basketball courts, and there was the ever present rumble of distant traffic on the busy Virginia road bordering the park. All in all, it was a quiet summer afternoon.

"Aaron, Aaron Hotchner?"

His ears perked at hearing someone calling his husband's name. Spencer pulled himself up so that he was leaning back on his elbows, his view of the parking lot and his husband completely unobstructed now. While he could no longer hear what was being said, he could now see the scene playing out in the parking lot..

From his vantage point, it looked like Aaron had finished his run and had gone back to the car for his water bottle and towel. At some point he had been cornered by a woman with short dark hair that was also dressed for running or other athletic activities. Objectively, she was an attractive woman, even Spencer could admit that. However, the cloying smile, and repeated attempts to touch Aaron were clouding Spencer's opinion of her.

Aaron was far more winded than he wanted to admit as he slowed to a light jog when he made the final curve in the trail and saw his SUV in its parking space. All he wanted at that moment was the bottle of water and the towel. Even though it was still early in the summer and the day itself, he was sweating buckets after his run. As he started fumbling with the small zippered pocket on his running shorts that housed his car key, he heard someone coming up behind him.

"Aaron, Aaron Hotchner? Why what a pleasant surprise!" a woman's voice said off to his right. His gaze shot up and encountered a vaguely familiar woman headed in his direction.

"Can I help you?"

"Surely you remember me, Aaron! It's me, Beth. We trained together for the triathlon, oh goodness that must have been 3 or 4 years ago! I can't believe how time flies," the woman, Beth, flirted.

After a moment of confusion, it finally clicked. He had met Beth here a few years before when he was training for his first triathlon. While she had been a reasonable training partner, it was clear from the start that she had ulterior motives. She desperately wanted to snag herself a husband, preferably one Aaron Hotchner.

If dealing with her blatant come ons wasn't enough, Aaron had also had to deal with Dave at the office. After hearing about her, Dave had all but planned their wedding. He had taken it as a sign from above that Aaron needed to get back out there and start dating again after Haley. What he hadn't known though was that Aaron and Spencer had been together already. It went without saying that as soon as Aaron realized the plans of both Beth and Dave, he had gone out of his way to let them both down gently.

"Beth, yes, I remember. How are you doing?" He asked politely while continuing to get his things from the car. He could see Spencer stretched out oin the grass a short distance from the parking lot and he was itching to join the young man on the grass.

"Oh, I"m doing well. It certainly looks like you have been keeping up with your training," she said without even bother to disguise her hungry gaze as she looked Aaron up and down. "Are you registered for any more triathlons?"

Aaron had to keep himself from shivering under her gaze. "No, nothing scheduled. Yourself?"

"Mm...nothing at the moment. However, if I had the right partner, I might consider it. What do you say? We worked so well together, want to have dinner and discuss the possibilities?" she all but leered at him. "For our training that is."

Taking a long gulp of water in order to buy himself some time before he said something completely offensive, the best he could come up with was "Thank you, but no."

Undeterred, Beth stepped in closer, "Well, maybe we can just chat for a few minutes now. There is a creepy man who has been watching me since I came over here. I'd love some help in showing that I have a big, strong, FBI agent on my side."

Immediately, Aaron went into agent mode, doing a scan of the surrounding area for anything and anyone that looked out of place. His initial review had nothing pinging his radar as unusual, but this also wasn't a park he frequented. "Has this man said anything to you? Done anything suspicious?"

She shook her head, "No, but he is some weird and creepy. I don't know why he is so focused on me. Ugh, he is handicapped too. Does he get off on showing his deformity to the world? He should never be let out of the house like that."

"Excuse me?" Aaron said, a sinking feeling starting to form in his gut.

"The creepy guy who has been looking at me, over there. The one missing his leg. He is wearing shorts and waving around his repulsive stump for everyone to see. It is disgusting! Doesn't he know there are children around that could be scarred for life?" she continued, not noticing the growing anger on Aaron's face. "Oh my god, he is even coming this way! Please, can you arrest him for indecent exposure or something?"

Aaron's anger had slowly been building as Beth had continued talking. There was absolutely nothing suspicious, creepy, indecent, or disgusting about Spencer. He was dressed similarly to all the other men currently working out in the park in a tank top and shorts commensurate with the sunny weather. Not only was Beth's damsel in distress act annoying and unwanted, but that she was doing it at the expense of Spencer was beyond infuriating. Before Spencer could reach the two speaking by the car, Aaron snapped at Beth.

"Get your hand off of my arm," he growled pulling away from where Beth had tried to cling in protection from the 'creepy man' coming her way. "What kind of person are you to judge others based on their physical condition? Do you automatically assume that anyone who is different than you is creepy and disgusting? Are you in favor of locking up people based solely on your perception of their physical being?"

Beth stared at Aaron in disbelief. She had been certain that he would act as her knight in shining armour and protect her from the weirdo that was headed towards them. Didn't he see how ugly and creepy the guy was? She tried to stammer out that she wasn't judging him but was simply looking out for her safety and that of those around her but by then, Spencer had come up next to them.

"Everything ok here?" Spencer asked as he slowed to a stop and popped open his water bottle, preparing to take a sip.

Spencer saw Beth recoil away from him in disgust, trying to hide behind Aaron. Aaron meanwhile, took a step toward Spencer and leaned in towards him, distracting him with a gentle kiss while pulling the water bottle of his hand. He stood straight, turned to look directly at Beth and took a long slow sip of water. "Everything is fine, Love. This is Beth. You might remember her from when I was training for my first triathlon." He gestured towards the woman who had backed up against the SUV.

"Beth? Wasn't she your training partner for a bit? Before we started training together?" Spencer asked having already reached the conclusion that he was making her uncomfortable. He wasn't sure why he was doing so, but he trusted that Aaron knew what he was doing and played along with intensifying the discomfort. He reached out his hand, "Hi, I'm Spencer, Aaron's husband."

Beth ignored the outstretched hand to angle herself towards Aaron and snap at him, "Your husband? This disgusting creep is your husband?"

"Disgusting creep?" Spencer yelped in indignation. "What did I do?"

Beth whirled around to glare at Spencer. "You have been staring at me ever since I came over to talk to Aaron. You are also parading around with that...that thing hanging out. It is indecent and disgusting! Why should we be forced to see that? Cover yourself up you pervert!"

He was taken aback at the venom in her voice as she yelled at him. "Excuse me? I haven't looked at you at all other than to see who was calling out to my husband. I've been watching him and his reactions to you. Looking at my spouse can hardly be described as creepy. As for being indecent and disgusting, I am going to have to say that we disagree on that. I'm not wearing anything that is inappropriate for this location or my activities. What do you want me to cover up? In fact, I would argue that your low cut sports bra and spandex shorts are far more revealing and indecent than my current clothing choices."

"Spencer," Aaron chided gently with no heat to his voice. "It isn't worth getting upset at what she says. Are you ready to head home?"

Spencer took a long, calculating look at the woman fuming in front of him. Clearly she wanted to refute what he had said but Aaron had cut her off. "Absolutely. Oh, and you owe me some water since you just drank the last of mine."

"As you wish," Aaron said with a smile as he gently nudged Beth out of the way to open the passenger side door for Spencer and offer him a hand in putting his chair in the trunk.

"Beth," he said closing the trunk. "I think it is perfectly clear that we will never work out as training partners or anything else. Good luck with your life. Just remember not to judge people before you actually know them. That person you called creepy and disgusting? He lost his leg to an IED in Iraq protecting this country. To this day he continues to serve in the military and work as an FBI agent. While Spencer might be quirky, he is also a man with more honor and integrity in his little finger than you apparently have in your entire body. Now, if you will excuse me, I want to get home and show my husband exactly how amazing he is."

BT

The car ride back to the house was done in companionable silence after Spencer had finally cajoled Aaron into stopping at the local coffee shop for water...and an iced coffee. Both men were lost in their thoughts about how the afternoon had ended.

After pulling into the driveway, Aaron turned off the car but made no movement to get out. When Spencer saw that Aaron wasn't moving, he stopped working on his own exit. Before long, Aaron spoke. "I actually owe quite a bit to that woman."

Spencer snorted, "She is perfectly horrid, what could you owe her? You spent a couple of weeks training with her but nothing that was a make or break in your overall effort for the triathlon."

"If not for her pushy ways and Dave's insistence on using her as a training partner and potential romantic partner afterwards, you never would have to stepped up to become my trainer. Remember? It was after one of our first sessions together that you admitted that you loved me. That was also the first time that we had sex."

"Oh," Spencer said as his mind raced back to the afternoon so long ago to which Aaron was referring. A smile crept on his face as the memories flooded into him, "Want to recreate it?"

Aaron laughed deeply, "With every fiber of my being. Come on, let's hit the shower."

"Mmm...nope. That is not how it went. First, you joined me in the grass and then we went to bed to prevent our neighbors from getting a show. However, we can skip the grinding in the grass, I'm not sure I can last that long and our neighbors REALLY don't need the show I'd give them. Deal?"

"Deal."

The next few minutes were a study in organized chaos as both men, wound up from the excitement of what was to come, practically leapt from the car. Aaron went around to the back of the car to get Spencer's wheelchair while Spencer hopped out and began gathering their water bottles and other workout gear from the backseat. All items retrieved, they quickly entered the house, both anxious to get to the good part of the afternoon.

With Jack away at a summer camp, the house was empty and they took advantage of it to begin stripping the second the door close behind them. Workout gear was dropped unceremoniously in a pile by the door that was quickly slammed shut.

Aaron dropped to his knees in front of Spencer's wheelchair. He pulled Spencer's shorts down just enough to release the aching cock and engulfed him. The deep and guttural moan of appreciation that tore through the air was a strong indicator that they weren't going to make it to the bedroom this time.

The moment that Aaron grabbed at his shorts, Spencer leaned back, grateful that he hadn't moved far from the door. He spread his legs as wide as he could, the shorts and wheels still limiting Aaron's access. After a few minutes of Aaron attempting to suck his brains out through his cock, Spencer gathered enough thoughts to say "Bed, now!"

Aaron looked up from Spencer's lap, grinning mischievously. "Open the drawer and give me the lube," he said indicating the small side table by the door and well within Spencer's reach.

Spencer usually just tossed his keys and the mail there, not even paying attention to what might be lurking in the drawers. He was very pleasantly surprised when he pulled it open and found a new bottle right on top. Despite its proximity, Spencer's arousal was so strong that he fumbled trying to get it to Aaron who by this time had stood and shed his shorts, his running shirt still clinging to his well defined chest.

He laughed at the impatience of Spencer. He was merciful and grabbed at the lube, popping the top and pouring a generous amount on his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the table and dipped 2 fingers into the pool on his hand. He then reached around and began to spread it along his hole while reaching forward with his other hand to slather the rest along Spencer's weeping cock.

Hissing at the cold sensation, Spencer sat up straighter. "What are you doing?"

"Why, I'm showing you exactly how amazing you are," Aaron said as he turned around and gently gripped Spencer as he gently impaled himself on the now well lubed erection. Spencer's hands clutched his hips firmly neither supporting nor guiding, grounding himself in the feel of his lover's form.

"Oh God, oh God," Spencer said tensing as the warm wet heat fully surrounded him. He let Aaron take the lead, not wanting to hurt him from rushing. He knew that Aaron could take this, they had sex often enough that at this point, a little lube was all that was needed. Still, he didn't expect to be mounted here in the entryway. A shift of Aaron's hips and he was bottoming out, chasing all other thoughts from Spencer's mind that weren't related to the amazing man currently riding wrapped his arms around Aaron's torso right fingers tweaking his nipples, left feeling the roll of muscle under his palm. He kissed along Aaron's spine licking his lips to taste salt and skin.

All too quickly, both men found their release, Aaron relaxing back into Spencer who wrapped his arms around the larger man, holding him to his chest while they both caught their breath.

Eventually, Aaron found his voice. "That was not what I had originally intended."

"No? Then why did you have lube staged in the hallway?" Spencer said. He started to shift, uncomfortable with Aaron's weight pushing him down into the chair designed for a single person. It also didn't help that his lap was quickly becoming a sticky mess from their combined release and lube.

"Call it wishful thinking," Aaron said twisting to kiss Spencer lightly before extricating himself from the embrace. He grabbed one of their workout towels and set to wiping the two of them up while Spencer stretched his now freed limbs.

"I call it premeditated horniness," he joked. "And we really didn't do a good job of recreating that first time I told you that I love you."

"No," Aaron said. He stepped back over to Spencer, gently grabbed his chin and place a chaste kiss upon his lips. "But I still love you."

Spencer grinned goofily up at Aaron, "I love you too."