Title: Touch.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Pairing: HotchxReid.
Summary: Spencer give Hotch a helping hand. Pure smut.
Prompt: Daydreams/sexual fantasy: Hotch finds Reid's hands and fingers more and more distracting, especially during the case when Reid works on the maps.

"Do you like that Aaron?" Spencer purred, tracing his long, delicate fingers once again over the hyper-sensative skin of his erection. Aaron's whole body was trembling with need. His hands clenched into fists, tugging against the silk tie restraining him against the headboard.

"Yes, please. More." He begged. He longed for the feel of his lovers agile hands wrapped around him.

"Well, since you've been such a good boy." He said teasingly, before tightening his grip around Aaron's seeping head. He bucked into the touch, moaning loudly.

Aaron's eyes were closed, his mouth open and he was panting. He was so close already, he just needed a little more, "Spence, quite teasing."

Spencer's hand stilled and for one horrifying moment, Aaron thought he was going to stop. "Mmm, okay." His lover said, before taking him firmly in his hand and pumped him. Hard.

"AHH!" Aaron cried, losing control after being on edge for so long. He was thrashing his hips in time with Spencer's beautiful hand, unable to draw a breath deep enough.

"God, dear god Spence. I'm so close."

"Yes, come for me Hotch." Spencer murmured in his ear. Even so far gone, he didn't miss the switch of names.

"Hotch."

So close.

"HOTCH!"

Jerking awake, Aaron realized he was currently being shaken by Morgan. He was on the plane and the agent had reached over the table to wake him.

"What?" He asked, disorientated.

"Sounded like you were having one hell of a nightmare. You okay?" Morgan asked, quietly. The rest of the team were asleep around them.

A nightmare, good. He was just glad he was alone on this side of the table, that way the other man couldn't see the evidence of how pleasant his dream had actually been. Swallowing, he confirmed he was okay and quickly excused himself to the bathroom, being careful to shield the bulge in his slacks from sight.

This was starting to become a serious problem. Even when they were supposed to be working on a case, the image of the genius's hands tracing a map, skimming down the page of a book at lightning speeds or making a coin disappear and then reappear for a giggling Garcia was enough to render incapable of moving from behind his desk. He would instead be forced to spend a good few minutes of reciting baseball scores.

Closing the door to the small room, Aaron pressed his hand into his crotch, stifling a moan. He knew that if he didn't take care of this now, it would just come back at an even more inopportune time.

So he unbuckled his pants, pulled himself free and stroked. He paraded the cursory images before his head, trying to convince himself it would be enough. A swimsuit model, dancing. Male or female, it wasn't the gender of the object of his true affections that bothered him. It was the fact that images of Reid naked, touching himself, mouth wrapped around his cock, didn't have nearly the effect on him as the image of being the one tied up, begging, while those fingers worked their magic on him. It was enough to cause Aaron to bite on his lips, desperately trying not to moan as he felt his climax building.

At that moment, someone knocked at the door. Aaron felt like killing whoever it was. With his bare hands.

Willing his voice not to betray his arousal, Aaron said, "I'll be out in a minute."

Reid's voice being the one responding left Aaron wondering if he was more or less happy that it was him. "Hotch? Can I talk to you? You seem … distracted lately."

He could tell the man was talking quietly to keep the others from hearing. He'd probably been careful not to be noticed as he slipped away. It was just like Reid to ensure complete privacy when questioning Aaron's leadership. Not that he thought that was Reid's intention, he was just being a good friend, but he would be right to. Was it good leadership to sneak into a bathroom when on the way home from a murder case, to masturbate over a subordinate and his hands? Aaron didn't think so.

Taking deep, cleansing breaths to bring himself back under control, Aaron re-fastened his pants and opened the door, intending to only open it a crack as he was still painfully hard. Reid however, had different idea's and as soon as the door was unlatched, he pushed his way in, turning to close the door behind him. When he turned back, he was met with Aaron's astonished face.

His gaze fell then to Aaron's very obvious erection. Aaron blushed furiously.

"Reid, what are you doing?" He asked. This was very confusing, why was Reid acting this way?

Licking his lips, Reid met his eyes again and mumbled, "We shared a room on this case Hotch. You talk in your sleep."

'Oh no,'

"Reid, I'm so sorry. If you want to file a compl ..." His apologies where cut of when Reid rather roughly pushed him against the sink and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss. Aaron had never been kissed like this before, Reid's whole body was pressed against his, rubbing his hips into his hard cock, and he was licking and biting at his lips, trying to encourage Aaron to open up to him.

Aaron was more that happy to oblige.

He curled his arms around Reid, pulling him even closer, and sucked lightly on the full lips moving over his own. Reid had his hands on Aaron's shoulders, and slowly moved them round to his tie, loosening it. Aaron continued kissing Reid, moaning when he felt the man's tongue stroke slowly over his own.

This was bliss.

Aaron barely noticed when Reid pulled his tie from his collar. He barely noticed when Reid took hold of his arms and moved them from his own waist to cross his wrists behind his back. He really only focused on the current situation beyond Reid's mouth when, tightening the knot he had formed in the tie, he yanked on the makeshift restraint.

Reid had tied Aaron's hands behind his back.

"Reid, what?" Was all his foggy mind could manage.

"Shh, I know what you want." Reid said in a deliciously husky voice, his words seeming like rich honey, "Tell me if I'm wrong."

Gasping as his new lover trailed kisses and light nibbles down his neck, Aaron breathed, "You're not wrong. God Spencer."

Spencer pulled away to look Aaron in the eyes, their foreheads touching, and lightly pressed a single finger to the bridge of Aaron's nose. He ever so slowly trailed it down, over the tip, down to his upper lip and stopped at the part between the upper and lower lips. Without thinking, Aaron parted his lips and lowered his mouth onto the digit. He closed his mouth around it and sucked gently, running his tongue over it.

Aaron closed his eyes, the feel of one of Spencer's perfect, long fingers in his mouth was almost divine. He heard Spencer hum and opened his eyes again. He felt almost dizzy at the desire he saw reflected in those golden depths. He released Spencer's finger from his mouth with a quite pop and whispered, "Spencer please. I need you."

"Yes." Spencer breathed before kissing Aaron passionately. As their tongues moved over one another and they swallowed a series of moans, Spencer's hands explored Aaron's body. He traced his nipples with nimble fingers, smoothed over muscles with firm caresses.

Just like in his dream, Aaron was already so close.

Aaron broke the kiss to beg, "Spencer, please. More. Please."

Spencer traced his tongue around the shell of Aaron's ear and whispered, "Tell me, Aaron. Tell me what you want."

Tugging on the tie holding his wrists, desperate to reach out and pull him closer, Aaron almost whimpered, "Touch me please. Spencer."

He jerked when he felt fingers ghost over the fly of his pants, brushing over the head of his now throbbing cock.

"Yes, god." He moaned, quickly losing himself to this moment.

"You want this? Want me to make you come here, with the team just out there?" Spencer was now tracing his finger along the length of his shaft through his pants.

"Yes. Please." Aaron sobbed, desperate.

Spencer bit the lobe of his ear, and firmly pressed a hand into his erection, causing him to jerk again, "Such a good, polite boy."

Finally, Spencer moved to unbuckle Aaron's belt, opened his pants and pulled him free. He had to close his eyes when Spencer once again touched him without touching him. He trailed fingers up and down his dick but never actually took him in his hand.

Aaron's legs were trembling, he was sweating heavily and it seemed like he couldn't catch a breath. He couldn't take this any longer.

"Please, Spencer. Please stop teasing. I need you now. Touch me, dear god please just touch me." He pleaded. He was begging, and he didn't care.

Spencer pressed a finger to his lips, halting his chant, "Shh, I'll take care of you."

Aaron felt like collapsing when, at long last, a firm, warm hand tightened around his cock, moving up and down, stroking him swiftly. The time for teasing was over and now all Aaron wanted in this universe was to come.

"God yes, Spencer. So good, make me come. Yes." Aaron was gone, he was no longer connected to this world. All that was real was Spencer, Spencer's hands and the supernova making its way through his veins. It was as though a ball of molten lead had settled itself in his abdomen.

Moving his hand faster and faster, gripping him harder than ever, Spencer whispered, "Now, Aaron. Come for me."

Starburst exploded in Aaron's vision and his legs gave way beneath him. The force of his orgasm sent him crashing to the ground with a silent scream.

He sat, consumed with the burning afterglow, when he heard a rapping at the door.

"Hotch? Man, you okay?" It was Morgan, the only other member of the team awake at this late hour. He must have heard him fall.

Blinking back to reality, Aaron looked around the empty bathroom, at his messy hand and said, "Yeah, I … slipped."

"You sure?" Morgan asked, sounding concerned but relieved.

"Yeah," Aaron answered, "I'll be out in a minute."

As Morgan went back to his seat, Aaron stood and composed himself, cleaning his hand.

When he opened the bathroom door, he smiled sheepishly and Morgan, and sat back down, sparing a glance at a sleeping Reid.

Aaron willed his heart rate back down and wondered if he should seek counseling because, honestly, these fantasies where really beginning to get out of hand.

End.