CHAPTER 3

Reid turned and ran.

He heard an exuberant cry, and after a few seconds, once the trees had swallowed him up, footsteps started up behind him.

Oh my God, thought Reid. I'm Red Riding Hood.

Hotch caught him within a minute. Strong hands circled around one wrist, then the other, and pulled him back into a strong chest.

"Hello little rabbit," smiled Hotch in the dark.

"Uh!" Reid tried to pull his wrists free.

"Sh-sh-sh," Hotch murmured. Reid felt himself pressed front-first against a tree, bark digging into him. "I caught you, now I get a prize." Lips whispered over his and hands begun undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Hotch." Reid's breath hitched. "Please."

"Don't worry, little fluffy bunny. I won't hurt you." Strong hands tugged Reid's hands free from his shirt, leaving him half-naked. Then the hands stroked over his chest causing Reid to shiver in the dark. He hated the dark. Chill swept in, Hotch a too-hot presence behind him. Fingertips grazed his skin like whispers, over his chest, stomach, up and down his back.

Reid was panting, scared, over-sensitized to the light touches. He couldn't get enough air, panting in terror. Hotch was humming slightly beneath his breath. Cruel nails simultaneously caught on Reid's nipples, unexpected and hurting. His nipples tightened in response to the pain, the cold air more evident now. Reid gasped and tried to squirm away but was stuck between the roughness of the tree bark and Hotch's steady chest. Hotch chuckled. His fingers were still light everywhere else, teasing Reid's half naked form.

"You said you won't hurt me," Reid whimpered as Hotch's hands slid down to the front of his pants, one hand cupping him through fabric.

"And I won't," Hotch breathed into his ear, lips running over the skin. "No more than necessary." Hotch tightened his grip over Reid's crotch, not tight enough to hurt but the threat caused Reid to cry out, nails digging into the tree before him. Hotch's other hand snaked over Reid's throat and held study, Hotch's mouth nuzzling at Reid's ear before plucking the lobe with his teeth.

"Hotch, please," Reid begged. "Let me go. Let me go. I'll walk home. I can just-" his breathing cut off as Hotch thrust against him, hands tightening around his throat. He felt like he was in a vacuum: there wasn't any air, he couldn't pull any into his lungs. He was starting to get light-headed and dizzy.

Hotch's hands suddenly disappeared a half-second before the heat and weight of his body did as well. Reid stood, shivering, before turning and looking around in the dark. Hotch was gone. Reid took a careful step. He stopped, looking around.

"Hotch, not funny!" he called out into the dark. A wind came, the rustle of leaves the only answer.

Hotch was watching; he knew it. "Hotch?" he called out. He looked around. Don't run, he told himself. He started walking, arms wrapped around himself. His shirt lay discarded a few feet away. He made a move to pick it up and then instinct kicked in, telling him to forget it. He started towards where Hotch's car was, arms wrapped around his bare torso for warmth.

He looked over his shoulders, stumbling over rocks and roots. He couldn't hear Hotch approaching over the sound of his breathing and heart thundering. Reid couldn't see anything through the trees. He took a deep breath and started sprinting forwards.

He got five meters, enough for hope to spring up before a sudden weight crashed into him from behind. He was brought toppling down. He tried to scramble forwards but hands gripped him by the loop of his pants and dragged him backwards. Faster than he could blink, Hotch was picking Reid up onto his feet.

Hotch made a sound like a growl, sticking his head into Reid's neck and sniffing deeply.

"Hotch-"

"Aaron," Hotch rumbled.

"A-aaron?"

"Or just 'sir'."

"Sir?"

Hotch properly growled, digging his teeth into Reid's neck. "Yeah, like that."

Reid winced. He felt warmth at his neck and then Hotch lapping at it. Was he bleeding? Reid groaned loudly as he felt the rough tongue dragging over the cut.

"You make me crazy," Hotch whispered harshly into the younger man's ear.

Reid gasped as he was suddenly upside down, Hotch carrying him over one shoulder. Hotch started jogging back into the forest, jostling Reid. Reid felt sick as his stomach bumped against Hotch's shoulder.

"Hotch!"

Hotch let one hand swing upwards, connecting with Reid's butt. Reid gasped again and squirmed. "Hotch!" another spank. "Sir!"

Reid shut his eyes as we suddenly put down, laid out on the ground on his back. Hotch was on all fours above him, breathing harshly. Hot breath swept over his face.

"This wasn't how I planned- I wanted more foreplay-" muttered Hotch as he knelt up and unzipped his pants.

Reid opened his eye to see Hotch's erection. He couldn't tell the length with it angled towards him but his boss certainly wasn't small. Reid squeaked and tried to get away again, hands scrabbling for purchase to push himself backwards.

"Shush!" Hotch clasped Reid around the neck and repositioned himself, straddling Reid's ribcage.

"What, what- what?" Reid was feeling light-headed again.

"You have such a pretty fucking mouth," growled Hotch. "I suggest you close it before I fuck myself down it."

Reid pinched his lips close and then his eyes as Hotch's spare hand encircled his dick and started jerking. He could hear the fapping noise, the quick slide of flesh over flesh. Hotch paused a moment to spit. Red could infer the saliva slid over Hotch's dick, before some sliding over the curve of his dick to fall onto Reid's chest. The genius flinched as it connected; a wet cold spot near his nipple.

Reid focused on his breathing, trying to ignore the sound and then the smell. Pheromones and musk invaded Reid's nose, getting heavier as time passed.

"Reid," barked Hotch, voice deep and gravelly. He moved his hand from Reid's neck, fingers dragging over Reid's lips.

Reid whimpered, squirming, and Hotch came.

Reid gasped as the liquid spattered over him. His chest and neck had warm droplets and streams of come decorate him. He wriggled in the dirt, uncomfortable.

Hotch made a rumbling-purr above Reid. He landed heavily on his hands over Reid. Reid peeked an eye open to see him flushed and panting, eyelids drooping over bright eyes half a foot above his own face.

"Sir," Reid whimpered as Hotch's caressed his knuckles over a sharp cheekbone.

Hotch's come was… well Reid wasn't entirely sure it was come. It was… itchy in an odd way. Sharp. Almost hurting, like it was digging into skin. Reid cried out in pain and swept his hands over his chest, trying to get it off of him. All it did was transfer the liquid to Reid's palms. It *hurt*. He wiped his hands over his bare torso, trying to get rid of the feeling.

Above him, Hotch's teeth glinted in the absence of moonlight. "Want some more, pretty little bunny?"

"Get it off of me!" Reid begged as he realised all he was doing was rubbing the come into his skin. But as he did it hurt less, became tolerable. It still itched maddeningly but he wasn't in pain. A solid heavy hand landed on his throat, five fingers wrapping around his neck, sliding upwards.

"Here," said Hotch, lifting his hand to show where Reid had missed some of the white liquid on his neck. He swiped the head of his thumb over the tip of his dick, collecting any residue and then slid the heavy, moist hand over Reid's face. Reid clamped his lips together. It only took seconds before his face was in pain, like a thousand rubber bands pinging against his skin. Reid brought his hands up, unthinking, and rubbed them over his face. His lips were tingling with such intensity they hurt. He rubbed furiously over his face and neck and chest.

The pain slowly faded, the itching subsiding. He felt hot though. Really hot. Like instead of come it had been chilli sauce. Reid writhed on the ground, hands clamping on Hotch's thighs. It didn't hurt but it was so unusual, so strong that it felt like it might physically burn him if it got any more intense. It was like having your face an inch above a hot plate, and neck, and chest.

"Hotch!" Reid cried out. "Help me!" His lips felt like they were going numb. He was sure the skin that had been touched was on fire. "Hotch!"

Hotch stood, leaning down to take hold of Reid's wrists and drag him upright. "How does it feel?" Hotch asked, breathing heavily with excitement. Reid whimpered. Hotch chuckled. "Imagine how my come is going to feel inside of you.

"Insi- inside-?" Reid's eyes blinked wide. He almost crumpled as strong hands let go.

"Run little rabbit," Hotch said.

Don't run, Reid thought. You promised you wouldn't. It'll only make things worse. But instinct rose up and foolishly, optimistic, he turned and ran into the dark again.

xxx

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