Drunken Genius - Chapter 3

Part 2 of "If Things Were Different" Series continues. In the sing-song voice of Terk from Tarzan, "the smut has arriiiiived!" If you don't like smut, a) what's wrong with you? and b) don't read. Everyone else, enjoy!

Pairing: Reid/ Hotch

I do not own CM.

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Hotch sat there on Reid's couch, enjoying the feeling of the young genius straddling his lap and kissing his neck. Resting his hands on the young man's hips, he did his best to control himself, to not take advantage of Reid's inexperience, and to let Reid set the pace. That was until Reid nipped at his ear. Hotch couldn't control the jerk of his hips or the groan of repressed desire that escaped him in response to Reid's loving attention. "Spencer," Hotch croaked, not realizing how dry his mouth had become until he spoke.

That name sent a shiver down Reid's spine. "Yes?" he breathed, quite worked up but unsure if he'd pushed Hotch too far. He rested his head on Hotch's shoulder, waiting to hear what was so important that Hotch had interrupted his exploration.

"I… I just want to be clear. This is amazing, all of it. You are amazing. But…" Reid sat up to look at Hotch while he spoke. "I need you to know that you are driving me to my breaking point." At Reid's puzzled gaze, Hotch continued. "I know you and the team seem to think I have this control and resolve of steel, but you are very close to breaking it, my control. I'm trying my best not to ravish you." At Reid's slightly hurt expression, Hotch amended, "Not that I don't want to. Spencer, I want you right now, more than I think I've ever wanted anything in my life, but I don't want to rush you or push you away or go too fast and risk you regretting it later. You are too important to me."

Reid leaned down, closing the distance between their faces and pressing his lips to Hotch's once more. After a moment, he stopped and looked back down at Hotch. "I want you too, Aaron. You are not going to push me away or lose me. I've been waiting for you for so long now, I feel like we owe it to ourselves to take this as far as we want tonight. No regrets. I want to be with you, Aaron. I want to date you, to kiss you, to do all sorts of sinfully dirty things with you. Whatever you're willing to do as well will just increase the growing happiness of tonight."

Hotch's hungry gaze tempered to genuine awe. How could one man be so innocent and yet such as tease? How could he be absolutely gorgeous and have no idea? "What are my limits, Spencer?" Aaron asked, his voice sounding strained. He wanted to jump Reid right then, but he knew he'd lose the ability to think rationally once he began their night of pleasure. He had to clear things up now, and hopefully quickly.

Reid realized what Hotch was asking and blushed as he answered. "I… uh, I don't really know. This isn't my first time, but I haven't done much. I do know that I don't like to be hit or hurt or talked down to, so no BDSM. Other than that, I trust you, Aaron. If I'm not comfortable with something, I'll let you know."

Hotch nodded. With the last of his control, he asked, "Spencer, would you do me the tremendous honor of dating me?"

Reid smiled that big goofy grin of his. "Yes! Absolutely!"

Hotch pulled his face down again and devoured his beautiful mouth. Immediately, Reid could feel the difference between this kiss and the ones before. Before they were sweet and experimental. Now they were downright carnal yet still loving. Reid allowed himself to be swept up in Hotch's desire for him, welcoming the unfamiliar attention. Reid felt a tug on his shirt and realized that Hotch was busy unbuttoning his cardigan. Without even trying to discard the item, Hotch began unbuttoning the dress shirt beneath the cardigan as soon as it was visible. With both articles open, Hotch leaned back a moment to take in the sight before him. Reid was not traditionally attractive, but the sight of his pale, lean torso made Hotch groan in anticipation. He quickly pulled the clothing off of Reid's arms and returned to claiming his mouth. However, his hands now freely roamed over Reid's abdomen, sides, back and arms. Reid shivered at first, but he grew cat-like with each passing touch, leaning into the pets and humming in satisfaction.

When Hotch's hands left his body rather suddenly, Reid grumbled in complaint against Hotch's mouth. Hotch chuckled into the kiss. As his hands fiddled with his own dress shirt buttons, Hotch said, "I'm just trying to remove this. I promise my hands will go right back where you want them." At this news, Reid began to help Hotch remove his shirt. Kissing and smiling, the pair got Hotch's shirt off fairly quickly. As promised, Hotch immediately wrapped his arms around Spencer, pulled him close, and pressed their bare chests together. He ran his hands along Reid's back, lightly scratching and earning him a shuddered breath from the genius. Hotch ran his hands around to Reid's sides, taking care not to tickle him. He gripped the young man's hips firmly, rutting into him for some much needed friction.

Reid had been running his fingers through Hotch's soft hair. He whimpered at the rutting sensation, arms falling loosely around Hotch's neck and shoulders. He rocked down onto Hotch to recreate that feeling. "Mmmm… I need more, please."

All too willing to please his partner, Hotch began working at the button and zipper on Reid's corduroys. When it came time to push them down, Hotch shifted in his spot on the couch, turned them to the side, and laid Reid down. Kissing the young man while he worked, Hotch did his best to cover Reid's body with his own while he finished disrobing him. He knew Reid was awkward about his body and did not want to allow any time for the genius to start overthinking anything. He didn't want Reid to think at all, just to feel.

Once he had Reid naked, Hotch started to work on his own clothes. This time Reid grew bolder and moved his kisses from Hotch's mouth, back down to his neck, earning him a strained hiss from his boss. "That makes it hard…" Hotch began, but his brain shorted out at the nipping and sucking sensations bombarding him. He was trying to say Reid was making it difficult for him to concentrate on disrobing.

Instead, Reid replied to what he heard. "It's supposed to." Hotch could feel the genius's proud smile against his neck. Finally undressed, Hotch covered Reid again, holding his weight on his hands and arms, but pressing against Reid as much as possible. Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck again, running fingers through his black hair, and wrapped his legs around the older man's hips. He pressed their centers together, trying to generate a friction to bring them both pleasure, but he only managed to rut into his boss's hip bone. It felt damn good to him, but Reid imagined that it didn't do much for Hotch.

Hotch moved the kiss to Reid's jaw and down his neck. Now it was Reid's turn to experience the heady, almost overwhelming feeling of being adored and cherished by a partner that wanted to ravish you. He whispered near Reid's ear, "Patience. I promise I will bring you all sorts of pleasure tonight, but let me take the lead." Reid nodded slightly. "I need to hear you say it, Spencer. Do you understand and consent?"

Something in Reid's innermost being, something that he thought had died long ago, came crawling up into his chest. It was a hope and a need to be taken care of. Growing up with his mom and her mental illness had forced Reid to grow up too fast and learn to take care of himself. He had always wanted a partner who understood that about him, who would take the lead, and who Reid trusted with his heart and his body. Hotch checked every box. "Yes, sir." That was all he could manage. His heart and his brain were too full emotionally to focus on much of anything. Thankfully, that was enough for Hotch.

He continued to kiss down Reid's body. He trailed kisses down his neck to his collar bone, down his chest and stomach, to his hips. Reid's breathing was rather shallow now, and it was quickly becoming an addiction for Hotch. Knowing he was the cause of Reid's happiness and lust was better than any drug he could imagine. Hotch nipped at his hip bones and kissed all around the one place Reid wanted him most. This earned him a desperate moan from his partner. "Please, Aaron."

Pleased with his sub's reactions, Hotch finally took Reid in his mouth. A strangled gasp escaped the younger man. Taking him to that back of his throat, Hotch then pulled him almost completely out of his mouth, stopping just below the tip. He ran his tongue along the rim of the head and then over it. Then he took him completely in his mouth again, swishing his tongue along the sensitive vein on the bottom of Reid's erection as he went down and back up. Hotch kept up this pace, and Reid came unglued. His breathing was ragged. A steady stream of expletives flowed from his gasping mouth.

When Hotch was sure that Reid was getting close, he placed an open palm on the younger man's hip and moved it slowly down to his bottom. He squeezed it gently, testing the waters. Reid was still mewling with pleasure. Hotch slowly drug his fingertips down the soft flesh to his partner's entrance. To his surprise, a small black circle of plastic was blocking his entrance.

Reid stilled below him, but his breathing remained unsteady. Looking down at Hotch with his cock still in the older man's mouth made Reid's entrance pucker and his inside pull in a needy way. Reid saw the question written all over Hotch's face, but he read no judgement, just curiosity, so he answered honestly, laying back down and facing the ceiling. "I… I do that sometimes… to punish myself. I keep it in my go bag. When… when we wrapped up the case… I put it in at the hotel. I needed to… atone… Plus we all decided… to go out for drinks… so it was double torture… because I had that in… and I was with you… and it just teased me before… Didn't know how to bring it up… Now you know."

Hotch never stopped his movement of his mouth, just slowed the pace while Reid explained. Satisfied with the answer, he picked the pace back up. Slowly, he circled the plastic plug, teasing Reid more. When he felt the young man had suffered enough, he stopped and quickly asked, "Where do you keep your supplies?"

Reid's long arm opened a drawer on the table behind his head. He pulled out a towel and a bottle of lube, and passed them to Hotch.

"Are you always this prepared?" Hotch teased as he immediately returned to his task of bringing Reid pleasure.

Reid nodded and then remembered the Hotch preferred words. "Yes. It stays there. Helps when I get… turned on watching… something on tv and…. and need to release."

Hotch hummed his approval, and Reid yelped at the intensity of the vibration. Hotch laid the towel under the young man's hips. Then he returned his hands to their previous journey. Gently, he gripped the edges of the plug and slowly began to pull it out. It was about 4 inches long with a wider base and narrower end, but it wasn't pointed. All smooth edges, the device was ribbed with small waves in the plastic. Hotch placed it on the coffee table beside them.

Taking the lube, he prepared himself for Reid. Slowly he slid Reid's erection out of his mouth. Before Reid could protest, as his face gave away his intention, Hotch lined himself up with his prepared partner and kissed him thoroughly as he pushed himself inside. Reid's eyes rolled back before they closed all together. Hotch continued past the prepared area slowly and gently so as not to hurt Reid. Once fully inside, Hotch breathlessly broke the kiss and tried to assess Reid's needs. "Are you ok?" he asked.

Reid nodded and answered, "Yes, sir. So good. More please." His voice was whiny in a pleading manner. Hotch obliged. He pulled out almost completely and then pushed all the way back in. Reid's groans were constant now as Hotch kept up this achingly slow pace. After a few minutes, Reid was begging, "Need more. Need faster. Please, sir."

Hotch knew his ability to move any faster was hindered in their current position. He slowly pulled completely out. "No, no, no. Please!" Reid panicked.

"Shh…" Hotch soothed him. With a gentle kiss to the forehead, Hotch commanded, "Turn over."

Reid obeyed. Now on his stomach, Hotch placed a few throw pillows under Reid's lower abdomen. The angle was perfect. He immediately lined back up and pushed in a little faster this time. "Fuck," Reid exclaimed. "Yes, please…" He continued these short outbursts as Hotch picked up the pace. Before long, Hotch felt like he was going to bruise the poor man below him, but Reid kept begging for more - faster, harder, more. So Hotch held tight to the man's hips, pulling him hard into each thrust.

Reid's inside began to tighten around Hotch. "Not yet," he gritted between clenched teeth. "I'm close. You can come when I do."

Reid whimpered, but answered, "Yes, sir."

At a punishing pace, Hotch grew frantic, feeling the orgasm build until it burst like a storm surge over a dam. Emptying himself into his partner, he bent over his partner and spoke breathily into his ear in his gruff voice, "Now you can come, Spencer." That immediately sent Reid over the edge as well. His insides squeezed out the last of Hotch's orgasm as his own spilled on the towel below him. When they both came down, Hotch quickly grabbed some hand towels from the linen closet and cleaned them both up.

Still naked, Hotch pulled Spencer into his lap sideways and held him close. Reid buried his nose in the crook of Hotch's neck. "Thank you," Reid whispered.

"For what?" Hotch asked, not quite sure where Reid was going with this.

"Everything," Reid answered. "For bringing me home tonight, for not being mad at my drunken outburst, for everything that's happened since we've been home. I'm just very happy right now, so thank you for that."

Hotch smiled, cheek resting against Reid's unruly hair atop his head. "You're most welcome, my drunken genius." Reid yawned. "Why don't we lay down for a bit?" Reid tried to protest, but Hotch insisted. "We're both tired from the case and being up so late." It was around 1am. "I'll keep checking on you as I promised, and I'll definitely still be here when you wake up. I just got you, Spencer. I'm not about to let you go anytime soon."