"Baby Faces"
Author's Note: Chapter two! BTW sorry about spelling it "Erin" and not "Aaron" I was braindead. I have a guy-friend that spells it the way I misspelled took me forever to get the first chapter out. I have a lot of plans for this story now just to put them in action. Pray my computer complies! Remember to review!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
"Spencer, it was out of line for you to put yourself in danger like that! I'm constantly saving your ass and this is how you repay me?" Hotch's voice boomed through his office. Spencer slumped shamelessly in a chair he pulled up in front of Hotch's desk. He was in fact smiling at his boss, in an unsettling way. His answer echoed in his body language. He didn't care. "Irresponsible! That's it you're suspended! You're lucky I don't fire you!" Hotch came to a verdict.
"So why don't you fire me?" Spencer asked.
"Do you want to get fired?" Hotch was shocked that Spencer was back sassing him like this.
"No. I'm just wondering why you won't fire me. Is it because I know?"
"Know? What do you know?" Hotch grimaced.
"You were staring at me while I was working. It wasn't very intent, you were drifting but unmistakeably staring at me. Then there's what I heard you say under your breath. Remember?" Spencer pointed out.
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you wanna get a drink with me later?" Spencer proposed suddenly, tip-toeing around the question. He wanted the answer to leave an impact.
"What? No! What are you getting at Spencer?"
Spencer took a minute for dramatic effect smirking at his superior. "It's obvious. You have a crush on me."
"What? NO!" Hotch roared. He was getting red in the face, his dark hair in an array. The frustration was setting in, falling into place perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.
Spencer stood up starting to round Hotch's desk. "It's okay, Aaron." The first name basis was bone rattling. "It's okay to like me. I like you too," he cooed putting a hand on the desk.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Reid I want you to leave."
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about Aaron. 'You're adorable when you're in mortal danger.' Who else could you be talking about? You saved me the other night Aaron. You saved me," Spencer whispered those last words, making them drip with innuendo.
"Spencer!" Hotch attempted to regain control of the situation.
"I love it when you say my name like that Aaron." Hotch cringed visibly. Hotch liked it when Spencer said his name too.
He chose his words carefully; "Reid, you're not acting like yourself."
Spencer crept up to Hotch getting uncomfortably close. He looked up at his superior. "It's me. It's always been me, Aaron, I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of just fantasizing and waiting and wishing! I had to do something to get you to notice me. Especially since I found out that you like me too." He put a hand on Hotch's chest but Hotch pushed it away.
"Spencer I didn't want to lose you again!" Hotch grabbed Spencer by the shoulders to get his message in loud and clear. "I was scared that man was going to kill you, then I was mad that you'd put yourself in danger like that when you have no idea how late I stay up at night hoping you didn't find some way to get yourself shot with that smart mouth of yours! You don't know anything!"
Spencer stared wide-eyed into Aaron's. "You're right. I had no idea," Spencer sighed as he stood on his tippy-toes. His lips barely touched with Aaron's, soft heaven, he melted.
"Spencer, you need to go home okay?" Aaron pushed the younger agent away gently. "As of right now you're suspended for five days. You need to get your act straight." Just like that, Spencer's heart sank. He trudged out of the office with his bag at his side.
The drink was too strong for the young FBI agent to be shooting back, but he shot them back like a little stud, pretending not to choke on the bitter taste. He didn't look like whiskey, and other guys around the bar were snickering at the sight. Spencer felt several eyes on him and it made him paranoid. He rested his head on the counter. The agent felt defeated, a sense of loss settled in his stomach.
"What's your problem?" the bartender asked the pathetic looking man at his bar.
"I screwed up," Spencer grumbled.
"Don't worry. You aint a bad looking guy! She'll come crawlin back to you or else you'll find some other broad," the bartender tried.
"Yeah, thanks," Spencer smiled weakly taking another drink. He grimaced at the terrible taste that washed up on his taste-buds like a tide polluted with alcohol and wheat. Pure disgusting, but it was quick. Spencer was unsure of how well he could hold his liquor but it was that uncertainty that made him certain. He weighed a mere 120 pounds and wasn't that tall. He didn't drink often, which did play a factor so he was bound to get wasted quickly and pass into a blissful slumber once he got home. Maybe he would have a sweet dream to tide him over while Hotch was still in denial. However alcohol and pleasant dreams were an unlikely combination. Spencer didn't get his hopes up. He groaned as he wallowed in his quiet misery.
What was I thinking? I was acting like a total creep! I didn't even know I could be so confident when dealing with someone I have feelings for. What came over me? God he'll fire me. He'll never look at me the same way again! Spencer's mind began to flood with panic.
"Spencer, wouldn't you be a little more comfortable drinking an margarita or something like that?" a familiar voice perforated Reid's solitude.
"Sir, what are you doing here?" Spencer asked puzzled as he turned to face the man he broke regulation with just hours before.
"Sir? That hurts Reid. Besides, I never said no to that drink," Hotch smiled as he pulled up a seat next to the solemn looking man.
"I didn't expect you to show up," Spencer finally coughed up the words.
"Then who are you trying to impress with that glass of whiskey?" Hotch asked. "Here hand it to me." Spencer complied and watched in awe as Hotch downed the rest of the glass and sat it back onto the table. "Now please let me buy you a drink that suits you!"
"That sounds nice," Spencer finally admitted. Instinctively the older agent ordered him a margarita, which was significantly better than the whiskey he attempted to enjoy. He smiled at the sweet contrast on his recovering taste-buds.
"Spencer, I think we need to talk on an unprofessional level. What happened today was beyond the job. It's something very personal that we need to get passed us," Hotch began.
"Even when you're trying to discus feelings you sound like a stiff. I think you need another drink," Spencer interrupted.
Hotch sighed before he continued. "You shouldn't have surprised me like that in the office! Anybody could have..."
"But they didn't did they?"
"Spencer just listen." Hotch took a deep breath, his hands were shaking. "I like you okay?" he muttered under his breath.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Spencer asked before taking another sip.
"I like you! Okay? I like you, I really like you! So much it gets on my nerves and I hate you a little. It's distracting how much I like you!" Hotch confessed. Frustration echoed in his words.
"Distracting?" Reid asked puzzled by this remark.
"Yes! It's...it's just distracting okay? I can't put you out of my head."
Spencer thought about this for a moment before making his proposal. "So take me home."
"What?"
"Take me home with you. You want it, I want it. The only way we're going to get over this is by trying," Spencer suggested.
"It's strictly prohibited. I couldn't. I came here to tell you that I can't!" Hotch began.
Spencer leaned in to get his message in loud and clear. "Please take me home Aaron," he whispered so it dripped with blatant desire.
Just like that, Spencer was in a position he'd never been in before. Aaron's kisses were rough and wanting. The sheets crumpling under his weight were soft and clean as he imagined they'd be. He deepened the kisses begging for more with his little mewls. He was loving Aaron's hands all over him. His breath was being taken by the fast-paced foreplay. Spencer wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck clinging to him for dear life, begging for more, harder, faster. He'd been waiting for it and now he had it right in his grasp. Hotch pecked at Spencer's neck making him gasp from the pleasure. He wondered when Hotch would start tearing at his clothes. He was getting impatient.
"Aaron, I'm kind of nervous."
"Don't worry I'll take care of you," Hotch assured sliding a hand up the younger agent's shirt. Spencer's heart was pounding rapid-fire. He took this opportunity to slip Reid's shirt off over his head. Spencer's compliance whispered a readiness for the foreplay to end and business to begin. Hotch shed his own shirt after undoing all the buttons. His toned ivory chest matched perfectly with Reid's as he continued to nip at the agent's neck before leaving a large hickey on the nape. Spencer released one of his several trapped moans. It echoed significantly in the room. It drove Aaron wild. He found himself ravaged with impatience and lust. He continued to nip at the younger man's exposed flesh, working his way down his creamy torso before reaching his limitation. He unzipped the man's jeans feeling strangely relieved as the other party tensed up.
"You're my first you know," Spencer purred.
"What? You mean you're a virgin?"
"I didn't think it was a secret," Spencer pulled Hotch into a kiss but the older man pulled away.
"No! No. This isn't happening tonight," Hotch shook his head getting off the younger man to lay next to him on the bed.
"What's wrong?" Spencer asked turning onto his side to face the agent who'd just rejected him.
"I am not taking your virginity tonight. I'm sorry. I can't let you lose it like this." Hotch sighed deeply trying to repress the lust with rationality.
"Oh," Spencer was surprised but sat up and began to zip up his fly.
"You don't have to leave," Hotch clung to Reid's hand looking him in the eyes.
Spencer smiled. "Okay." He lay back down wondering how this was supposed to work. Hotch answered for him. He could feel his strong arms wrap around him. "So, not tonight?" Spencer asked once again.
"Not tonight," Hotch whispered. "Not tonight. Now go to sleep okay?"
Both agents slept feeling defeated.