Let Go
Summary: "Aaron, stop. Now." The tone was crisp and firm, leaving no room for argument. Instinctively, Hotch stopped writing, stopped talking, and looked at the younger agent, finally giving him his full attention. "We are going home, now. The world will not fall apart if you aren't in control."
A/N: Some OOCness/role reversal. Sorry, but necessary for the kink. I'm trying to stay as true to form as I can in this context. R&R?
Established Hotch/Rossi and porny smutty awesome homoerotica
Part Two
Hotch was sitting on the couch, waiting. His jacket and tie were laid neatly on the cushion next to him. His socks were folded and placed in a shoe. Both shoes were lined up in front of the couch. Everything was nice and orderly.
As Reid walked into the living room, Hotch got up and started to approach him. Reid held a hand up and he stopped.
"Sit," Reid said. Hotch sat.
"Spencer, I don't –"
"Listen," Reid said. Hotch listened. He loved Reid so much that he would do anything, but right now, he was a little scared by what that could mean.
"Here is what's going to happen," Reid started. "I'm going to tell you to do something and you are going to do it. You may ask questions, but I may or may not answer them. Just know that I love you and that no harm will come to you." Hotch looked defeated, scared, and confused. Reid approached the older man, knowing that he needed some tenderness to reassure him.
"I don't understand," Hotch whispered. Reid ran his hand through Hotch's hair and trailed a finger down the side of his face.
"You will," he said. "Right now, you need to trust me. You know Morgan's radio code for me if something goes wrong?"
"He calls you 'pretty boy.'" Reid lifted Hotch's chin so they were looking each other in the eye.
"That goes for you now, too. Are we clear?" Hotch took a deep breath and made his decision.
"Yes." He would follow his lover anywhere.
Reid kicked at Hotch's shoes, just to mess up the man's careful order.
"Come with me," he said.
Hotch's mind was spinning as he followed the younger agent to their bedroom. Could he really trust Reid through what he was doing? He knew he could. He would trust Reid with his life, and did on a regular basis. But this was something different. Hotch let out a breath. Somehow, he felt a little better after giving in to Reid and giving up on trying to figure it out.
Reid's voice broke into his thoughts.
"Stand at the foot of the bed and put your hands on your head." Hotch did as he was told. Reid walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Hotch realized he was very vulnerable and for one terrible moment, pains shot through his chest, his throat tightened, and his vision started to go black as he remembered Foyet's knife. Just as quickly, Reid was beside him, touching him, speaking softly. He'd known this might happen and was prepared.
"Aaron, it's Spencer. Stay with me. You're safe. Don't be afraid to feel it, but remember you're here with me and I love you." Hotch's breath slowly evened out and Reid kissed him chastely on the mouth. His lover's hands had not left his head.
"Good, Aaron," Reid said. And he meant it. Then Hotch saw what Reid had gotten from the dresser: two ties. They were laid next to him on the bed. Hotch looked questioningly at Reid, but did not speak.
"One is for your eyes, and one is for your hands. I'm going to put one over your eyes, now. You'll wear it to work tomorrow and maybe, with this reminder, we'll get home at a decent hour." Hotch stiffened at the thought of not being able to see, but he let Reid work the blue satin over his eyes. He could still see light around the edges, but he couldn't see what was going on in front of him.
Reid didn't want to completely blind the older man; he just wanted to take away his control.
A/N: Part Three is unavailable on this site due to uber smut. ;) My smuttiness will be posted on Archive of Our Own no later than 19 Feb 13.