Wasted

Chapter 3

"Who the hell are you?" Alice peered up at the FBI agent in front of her, unfazed.

"I'm a…friend of your brother." Hotch hesitated slightly. He hadn't even known this woman existed until hours ago, let alone what she knew about Spencer and his relationships.

"My brother doesn't have friends. I'm all he's got." Alice brought the beer up to her lips. "Try again."

Before Hotch could even think of a response, Alice seemed to change her mind – or she simply had forgotten her previous statement in her drunken haze, and she spoke up again.

"Spencer!" She called out behind her. She eyed Hotch up and down, clearly unimpressed by his clean-cut appearance and his position of authority. If anything, she was instantly repelled by him. "You've got a visitor!" Alice hesitantly walked away from the door, all the while keeping a suspicious and watchful eye on the man in front of her. She couldn't have been taller than 5'6", and surely didn't weigh much more than 110 pounds soaking wet, yet one look at the fire in her eyes could have intimidated any man – including Aaron Hotchner.

Spencer emerged from around the corner, his expression already as apologetic as he possibly could make it. Hotch shot him a sympathetic glance in return, trying to communicate silently with the boy. Spencer was dressed in an old FBI academy T-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that Hotch was certain were his own, as they hung loosely from the boy's thin waist, supported only by the tightly pulled drawstring. God, he could really pull off being disheveled. Had Alice not been standing between them, Hotch probably would have jumped on the boy right then and there.

"Alice, go back into the living room, please? Just…go to bed or something." Spencer ran a hand over his face, and Hotch was entirely sure that the boy hadn't gotten any rest throughout the day, as his exhaustion was still completely evident.

"Not tired." Alice slurred out. She flailed out her hand that held her beer can, spilling its liquid content all over the floor. She looked at the mess she made in complete awe, as her drunken stupor refused to allow her to understand what she had just done.

"Dammit, Alice." Spencer fumed. He snatched the can out of her hand, frustration building up and pouring out of every single one of his pores. "Give me that. Why the hell would you open another one? Where did you even get this!?" He looked at the purse that dangled precariously over her left shoulder, and mentally answered his own question. He grabbed the purse away from her as well, and although she tried to resist, she was no match for her sober brother.

"You're no fun, 'Pencer." Alice frowned. She slumped onto the hardwood floor, pouting.

"Oh, for Pete's sake Alice, get up." Spencer practically whined at the girl. He looked over at Hotch, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and exhaustion. "She's been plastered since this afternoon. She just showed up, completely out of the blue; I don't even want to know if she actually drove here in this state." He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm so sorry."

Hotch laid a hand on Spencer's shoulder, understanding. "I'm not mad, Spencer. I have no reason to be. Just help me get her up."

Spencer nodded, and together the two men forced Alice to her feet, and guided her over to the living room loveseat, where she sprawled out, too drunk to resist. Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair, and sat down on the other end of the sofa. Hotch followed suit, and pulled the younger man in closer to him, and found some comfort as he felt Spencer's entire body relax at his touch.

"It's no use trying to reason with her when she's like this. It'll have to wait until she sobers up." Spencer said, apologetically.

"Reid," Hotch said after a short while. "Tell me what you're dealing with here. I don't want you to have to handle this alone."

Spencer sighed. "It never used to be like this." He looked over at Alice, who had already drifted off into a deep sleep. "Look at her. She's always been the most beautiful girl I've ever known."

Hotch had to agree: the girl was beautiful – granted, it was much easier to appreciate her beauty when she was passed out on the sofa rather than awake and rowdy, but she was beautiful, nonetheless.

Spencer sighed. "My parents never planned on having a second child; my mother never wanted another. She told me once, 'why mess with perfection'? Alice was completely unexpected, and, given that she's four years younger than me, she only ever really knew my mom as she was getting sick, and she doesn't remember much of my father at all. With our dad gone and our mom ill and me being…well, me, she just never felt like she could do anything right. She always felt like everything was her fault," Spencer shook his head softly. "Even when she had nothing to do with the situation."

"I guess it doesn't take very much to bridge the gap between a lifetime of insecurity and alcoholism, after all." Hotch deduced. Spencer looked over at Alice with pity.

"I really just want her to try. Sometimes, she'll have good weeks – months, even – where she'll get a job, maybe even find a nice guy to keep her on track… but even the smallest thing can derail her again. She has such a hard exterior but in reality, she's so fragile and so susceptible." Spencer shook his head sadly. "Growing up without a father is just harder on girls, generally speaking, you know? We see it all the time. Every single time that she finds an honest, good guy, she'll either drive them crazy until they leave or she'll run away herself. She's terrified of commitment, and she ends up with scum." Spencer threw up his hands as though he were pushing the entire idea out of his head, and he leaned closer into Hotch again. "Enough of this. I'll deal with it more when she wakes up, but that most likely won't be until morning. You, on the other hand," He ran a finger up his lover's chest. "Have a promise to keep."

With a small smile forming on his face, Hotch swung his arm under Spencer's knees and swiftly lifted him up off of the couch and into his arms. Before Spencer could let out a surprised gasp, Hotch pressed his lips to his own and silenced him. Spencer relaxed into the kiss, channeling all of his exhaustion and stress into the passion that he felt for the man who held him in his arms. He wasn't quite sure exactly how Hotch managed to do it, but somehow, he managed to carry the younger man the entire way into his bedroom and place him down onto the bed before he broke the kiss.

"Aaron, you never cease to amaze me." Spencer mumbled out loud.

Hotch gave him a questioning, humored look, but said nothing, as he was prevented from doing so by Spencer pulling him down onto the bed with him. The young man fumbled with the buttons on Hotch's shirt, as though he simply couldn't undo them fast enough. Hotch followed suit, and soon the two men both found themselves shirtless in bed together, the air between them thick with anticipation and want. Hotch began to trail kisses down Spencer's body, starting at his jawline and working his way down his neck, sucking gently against his pulse but being careful not to leave behind a mark. He continued down to the boy's chest, where he teased his nipples with his tongue, sucking them, lightly at first, but then nipping at them until Spencer couldn't help but release a loud moan in delight. Hotch smiled against his lover's skin; it was just a sound that he never got tired of hearing.

As Hotch made his way down Spencer's stomach, the young man wound his hands into his hair, pulling slightly in approval, and letting out soft coos between his quickened breathing. As Hotch finally reached the waistband of Spencer's (his) sweatpants, Spencer spoke the man's name, quietly and sincerely. Hotch looked up at him, and found himself captured by the adoring look within the younger man's mesmerizing brown eyes.

"How do you always manage to make me feel so much better?" Spencer asked innocently, almost sheepishly.

Hotch smiled. He had fallen in love with Spencer's shy, polite demeanor, after all. "I love you, Spencer. It's as simple as that."

"I love you too, Aaron. So much." Spencer let out a content sigh as Hotch returned to his promise, and lightly tugged the pants off of his lover's thin frame, eager to make the boy feel as much better as he possibly could in the best way that he knew how.

To Be Continued

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