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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.
I'm glad you all enjoyed the last chapter.
MelanieMM asked how old Spencer is in the story? This happens about a year after Haley's death so late 20s.
I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Please Review.
Thanks to The Shameless BookWorm for Beta'ing this chapter! All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 6Spencer awoke refreshed and warm. Someone's arms encircled him. He never actually slept with clients; too risky, it made him too vulnerable. Then he remembered. Aaron.
He opened his eyes to find the handsome profiler watching him.
"How did you sleep?" Aaron asked as he smoothed the hair from Spencer's face.
Spencer looked into Aaron's eyes, his stomach flipping. "I…well. I slept well. Are you mad?"
Aaron's eyes got wide. "Why would I be mad?"
"You didn't want to do a prostitute." Spencer said looking down.
"I didn't. I made love to an extraordinary young man who is starting to mean a great deal to me." Aaron said in a low voice, filled with tenderness.
Spencer knew what he should do. He should blow it off, claim it was all in a day's work, but he couldn't. It hadn't been. Instead he felt the color rise to his cheeks like some god dammed virgin. How could this amazing man call a whore like him extraordinary?
"I…I…Last night was incredible for me too. I…I never knew it could be like that."
Spencer watched Aaron as he moved in to join their lips. A flame of desire moved through his body. Spencer had sex more often in a day then some people had in a week, but that was just sex, a physical act. This was different. This wasn't about getting in, getting off, and getting out. This was about giving pleasure just for the sheer joy of it.
Spencer ran his hands up and down Aaron's back, scratching lightly while Aaron kissed his neck and ran his tongue around Spencer's ear. That was another difference. Aaron seemed to genuinely want him to enjoy what was happening. Foreplay was not a brief means to an end if there was any foreplay at all. But here, it was an integral part of the experience. Spencer got the impression that if he said that this was all he wanted, Aaron would nip and lick and tease him all day and never ask more of him.
Of course, that very thought made him want so much more. Would Aaron take him? Would he go that far? Spencer suddenly very much wanted to know what it was like to be fucked…no wrong word…made love to by Aaron.
Spencer positioned his hips so that his throbbing cock pressed against Aaron's rock hard prick, and started to thrust. The pleasure that rolled through his body made him giddy with need.
"Would you…" Spencer started to ask before courage failed him. He never asked for what he wanted.
"Would I what, babe?" Aaron asked. Spencer wasn't surprised Aaron wouldn't let it drop.
He took a deep breath and then calmly voiced his desire. "Would you take me Aaron? I've never had someone make love to me before. I…I want to know…"
Aaron's pupils blew out, smoldering with desire. "If you're sure that's what you want."
"Oh yes." Spencer said, barely able to breathe.
"I doubt I have lube." Aaron said with a half shrug.
"I do, hang on." Spencer went and found his fuck-me shorts in the drawer where he had squirrelled them away. He always had lube and condoms in his pocket. "Here."
Aaron took the proffered objects and poured some lube on his fingers.
It took Spencer a moment to realize why Aaron was putting lube on his fingers. "You don't need to prep me, I'm ready."
"I'm going to prep you. This isn't about me shoving it in. I want you to enjoy this." Aaron said gently but firmly.
Spencer hid his surprise. He hadn't been prepped since those early days. And then only because his pimp did it and then stuck a butt plug in before sending his eleven year old property in to get fucked.
Aaron's first finger slid in easily. Spencer had long ago mastered relaxing his guardian muscle to avoid pain. Aaron moved his finger in and out several times before sliding in a second finger, scissoring them and changing angles, searching, searching.
"Oh yeah!" No matter how many times his prostate was hit, it always sent a shock of pleasure through his body. This was the first time that someone had tried to hit it on purpose.
"Sweet spot?" Aaron asked.
Spencer blurted, "So few care."
"I'm not like them," Aaron said as another jolt of pleasure shot through Spencer. Aaron slid in his third finger, hitting Spencer's prostate every few thrusts.
Then he withdrew his fingers and slid on the condom, adding lube.
"How do you want to be?" Aaron gestured to the bed.
"Huh?"
"What position, babe?" Aaron said patiently.
"I choose?" Spencer was starting to feel moronic, but this was totally outside of the realm of his experience.
Aaron looked at him, his eyes bright. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I…I want to see your eyes. Most men just use me from behind," Spencer whispered.
The corners of Aaron's lips turned down. "Babe, if you think I'm using you..."
"No, not at all. That was my point."
Aaron leaned in and kissed Spencer and then positioned himself between Spencer's thighs. He lifted Spencer's legs and draped them over his shoulders, lining his cock up with Spencer's quivering hole.
Then slowly, Aaron thrust in, filling Spencer for the first time. He waited for Spencer to adjust, not moving until Spencer nodded.
Spencer had been filled many times with men of all shapes and sizes. But nothing prepared him for Aaron. It wasn't the act. It was the intention behind it. The way Aaron watched him and seemed to adjust based on his reaction. Spencer could see that Aaron was trying to make it good for him. And it was. Spencer moaned, "Yeah, fuck my ass…"
Then Aaron bent in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss; his thrusting changed speed but never stopped.
"Oh God…yes…yes."
Spencer could not remember the last time he came just from anal intercourse. He usually needed some stimulation on his cock if the John even bothered. But today, here with Aaron, he could feel the orgasm building to monstrous proportions much too quickly. Anything would have been too quickly; he wanted this to go on forever.
But the pleasure swept over him in waves as he passed the pinnacle and came, coating his stomach with the evidence of his pleasure.
Aaron moaned, thrust a few more times and then Spencer felt the condom fill with warmth. I could fall in love with this man. And he knew he was in trouble. Aaron would leave soon and this brief respite from his real life would be over.
Aaron didn't want to get up. He liked being in bed, sated with his lover. But there was still an unsub to catch. He helped Spencer to his feet.
"I need a shower. You interested in joining me?" Aaron wondered where that had come from. He had gone from hands off, to all in, over the course of hours.
"Always," Spencer replied. Aaron's breath caught in his throat. Spencer was looking at him, his face was glowing.
The two men were too sated for another round, but that didn't prevent sloppy kisses and sudsy caresses.
As they dressed Spencer started talking, "Bennington Sanitarium."
"What?"
Spencer gazed at him, his jaw tense. "You asked how I got clean. I was visiting my mom at Bennington Sanitarium, and they noticed I was high as a kite. They got me help, got me into DA. I got clean. I was lucky." Spencer looked away now, his cheeks pink.
"Spencer, why is your mom in a…"
"No…. Last night you asked why I needed the money. It's for Bennington." He huddled down as if wrapping around himself; arms crossed over his stomach.
Hotch considered what Spencer had revealed. His mom was in a Sanitarium. He hooked to pay for it. What had led here? Each time he peeled back a layer, he saw another on this onion. "I'm sorry."
"What?" Spencer's eyes widened.
Not why. What. Spencer wasn't used to people apologizing. Hotch was certain. "For assuming, for…"
Spencer's tone had turned bitter as he turned away. "It's fine. I'm used to people thinking the worst of me. Why should you be different?"
But Hotch wanted to be different.