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Title: Spencer Rocket
Author: Ihli
Rating/Warnings: M/Prostitution, Slash, language, sex, etc
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: Prostitutes are dying in Las Vegas and the BAU is called in to catch the unsub responsible. Hotch has never met anyone like hooker Spencer Rocket. Hotch/Reid Slash!
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.
Thanks so much for all the reviews for chapter 4. I hope this next chapter satisfies. Please Review.
Thanks to The Shameless BookWorm for Beta'ing this chapter! All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 5"No, please, don't."
Hotch woke to the sound of Spencer screaming as he rolled out of bed, grabbing his Glock from his nightstand.
Looking around in the darkened room, Aaron couldn't see any threats.
"I can't, NOOOOOO."
It was clear now. Spencer was asleep, dreaming. Hotch placed his gun back on the nightstand and headed for the young man.
He knelt on the bed, "Spencer, wake up."
"No, please." What is the poor boy dreaming? Is it the man he told me about or some other demon in his perfect memory? I have to wake him, I can't let him suffer.
Hotch gently shook him, "Wake up Spencer, it's a dream."
The scream that pierced the night from the young man was heart-wrenching in its intensity. His eyes snapped open and pointed at Hotch, wide and unfocused.
Before Hotch knew what was happening he was wrapped in the young man's arms, and his shirt was getting soaked with tears. He wrapped his own arms around the slender figure, and started stroking his hair in the most soothing manner he could.
He tried to tell himself this was no different than when Jack had a bad dream. He was soothing someone in need. But he knew it was a lie. This extraordinary young man was coming to mean a lot to Aaron Hotchner. He had so many gifts and so few breaks in his life. Aaron knew in that moment, he was starting to have feelings for Spencer Rocket. He almost laughed, could Rocket possibly be his real name? But it didn't matter. Hotch was a profiler; he knew how to read people. This man needed him, and he was coming to need this man.
Spencer's head turned up, and their eyes met. Hotch reached down and wiped the tears from his face. His gaze riveted on Spencer.
He saw what was happening. He watched as Spencer's lips closed the distance between them. He knew he should stop him; he should protest. But he saw something else in Spencer's eyes. Spencer wasn't doing this because he thought Hotch wanted it. Spencer himself was filled with need. It was all there. Spencer wanted him.
When their lips met for the first time, a shock of want, need, desire, and protectiveness filled Aaron Hotchner. Rightness rolled over his body. He tightened his arms around Spencer as their tongues met.
No dueling here; no attempts at dominance. Instead, long slow strokes as tongues met, and Aaron explored Spencer's mouth. His hands moved up and down Spencer's back in long, erotic strokes filled with tenderness.
Spencer arched into his body, returning the gentle caresses. This wasn't about sex. This wasn't what Spencer had offered before. If it was, they would already be naked with Hotch's dick up Spencer's ass. But neither man wanted it to be like that between them.
Instead, Aaron deepened the kiss, exploring Spencer's mouth. Then he kissed Spencer's neck, his cheeks, his ears, searching for sensitive spots and was rewarded with a hissed breath when he licked the shell of Spencer's ear.
Aaron was torn; he was so aroused. He wanted Spencer in every way. But he only wanted what Spencer was willing to give. He would not be one of those guys who just took. Tonight, he wanted to ensure that this was for Spencer.
Spencer pushed back and looked at his face, studying him, and nodded his head once, definitively.
"I want this."
Aaron's tenuous control burst at the bold declaration. He started unbuttoning the young man's shirt as the young man worked on his.
"I…I want to make love to you Spencer Rocket."
"Reid."
"What?"
"My real name is Spencer Reid."
It was the final proof Aaron needed that this was something special. He told me his real name!
"I like Reid better. I want to make love to you, Spencer Reid. I want to show you what the world can be like. I want to take you away from all of this and give you everything."
"I…" Aaron could tell the beginning of a denial was coming to Spencer's lips.
"It's okay, don't answer now."
Shirts removed, Aaron bent to the delightful task of arousing and pleasuring Spencer. Long, languorous strokes of his tongue on Spencer's nipples brought his arms around Aaron's head, grasping the hair and holding the man in place. Aaron's tongue danced and teased as he nipped and kissed at Spencer's tight buds.
Aaron kissed down the young man's lean stomach and found his pajama bottoms. He slid them off revealing long, lean legs and a weeping, needy prick.
Aaron had never been with a man before, but he was pretty sure he could figure out what to do next. He opened his mouth and engulfed the long prick.
"Oh…Oh…"
Aaron liked the sound of Spencer's pleasure as he licked the head, tasting Spencer's pre-cum. He started to bob his head in long strokes; his tongue, warm and wet, ran along the side of Spencer's cock. Spencer's hands tangled in his hair, not pushing just acknowledging.
"Aaron…Unh…"
Aaron reached out his fingers to Spencer's sac and ran them along every inch, caressing and stimulating. Spencer's entire body jerked at the first touch, thrusting into Aaron's mouth. Aaron had to fight a gag; there just wasn't enough room for the entire delicious prick.
He reached his hand around the base and started pumping in time with his bobbing head.
"Can't hold it…gonna, gonna…"
Aaron bobbed faster, eager to taste. He was soon rewarded as Spencer's balls drew up tight to his body; and his orgasm exploded from him.
Aaron tried to swallow it all, but a bit dribbled from his mouth. His tongue flicked out to catch it as he swallowed in satisfaction.
CMCMCMCMCM
Spencer lay there panting as he came down from the high. He couldn't remember the last time someone had pleasured him just for his own sake, but he had no doubt that had been Hotch's intention.
"That was amazing Hotch."
"I think you can call me Aaron now."
"Alright, Aaron." Heat bloomed in his cheeks. Aaron had never treated him like a prostitute. He genuinely seemed to want to be with him.
"Can I return the favor?" He said ducking his head. This was new territory for Spencer. He wanted to do this with Aaron because it was Aaron.
"Only if you want to."
"I want to," he said as he shifted in bed to be opposite Aaron's cock. He reached out and pulled Aaron's pajamas off freeing his turgid erection.
His nerves fell away as he reached out for the man's throbbing member. He may not feel worthy to do this for Aaron, but he felt confident in his skills. He started by licking Aaron's cock, root to tip, paying extra attention to the nerves under the head. He was rewarded when Aaron arched into him.
Then he opened his mouth and took Aaron all the way deep into his throat, his nose tickled by Aaron's pubic hair. As he started bobbing, he hummed. He knew this would send additional vibrations of stimulation racing along the man's throbbing prick.
"Holy…Oh Lord…"
Spencer would have smiled if his mouth wasn't busy. He knew he was an expert here and showed it, taking Aaron deep and swallowing, allowing the muscles of his throat to message his lover.
"Oh…oh…unh…"
Spencer knew from long practice that it wouldn't be long. Aaron was right on the edge. One more bob and swallow, a swirl of his tongue, and Aaron was filling his mouth. For once Spencer was happy to swallow what was offered.
When Aaron was no longer pulsing, he pulled off, and his nerves overcame him. He was back in new territory. At this point, he would get paid and leave. Depending on the time of night, he might even go back to the streets to find more clients.
Instead Aaron's hands reached for him and pulled him close. Waves of contentment rolled over him as he laid his head on the strong man's chest.
He didn't know how long he was there before he drifted off to sleep in the safety of Aaron's arms.