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Aaron Hotchner was preparing sesame chicken while Spencer was using the restroom. Hotch noted that it was taking Spencer a lot longer than it should have, but if he wasn't careful the chicken would burn and get tough.
He finished frying the chicken and transferred it to a plate. He wiped off the excess sauce from the dish; like everything in his life it had to be perfect. Aaron checked his watch and noted that Spencer had been gone a little over ten minutes. That was too unusual, so Aaron set out to check on him.
Hotch walked down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door. There was no answer. He knocked again, "Spencer!" More silence followed. Thoroughly worried he tried the knob but it was locked. He managed to open it with a hard shove of his shoulder.
The sight before him was terrifying. Spencer was sprawled out on the bathroom floor, unconscious, with a needle laying around a foot in front of him. The vial of Dilaudid was still on the counter, almost empty. Aaron leaped in to action, dropping to his knees to check Reid's pulse. It was steady but a little slow. He turned him over on to his back; the young man moaned softly and his eyelids fluttered.
"Spencer, Spencer can you hear me?" Aaron asked, his brows furrowed in concern. He held the young man in his arms.
"Aaron..." Spencer called out softly. The boy's expression was blank, but talking was a good sign.
"Jesus Spencer, what have you done to yourself?" Hotch held his head in his hand; on one end he was deeply distressed but on the other as Spencer was coming around he was angry.
Reid opened his eyes slightly and a small smile graced his lips when he saw Aaron's face. When he noticed the expression of fear and the ire in his eyes the smile faded quickly. He remembered what he had just done and the realization hit him, "Oh god, Aaron I'm so sorry."
The older man rounded on him with fury, "You're sorry? I don't really think that's going to cut it Spencer. I'm making you lunch and you decide to go shoot up fucking dilaudid in my bathroom? So much that you pass the fuck out. Does this qualify as an overdose? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
Spencer shut his eyes; he couldn't deal with the situation like this. He was still too high to make much sense of things. "Please don't take me to the hospital, Aaron.." He began to cry and leaned up to hold the Unit Chief close. Through broken sobs he managed to say "Just let... Me stay here... With you."
As if he weighed nothing Aaron scooped the young man up and in to his arms. Cradling him like a child he took him out of the bathroom and in to the bedroom. Spencer clung to Hotch's neck and buried his face in it. He placed him gingerly upon the bed, finally breaking the embrace. Spencer whimpered softly. Aaron pushed the sweat soaked curls off of his face,
"Shh, shh. I'm here. I'm here no matter how badly you mess up. I love you and I won't leave you." He paused momentarily to kiss the boy's forehead, "But you need to get help. If I can be that help, so be it, but you have to talk to me about when you having a craving." Spencer's head lolled back on to the pillow and Hotch sighed. "We'll talk about this in a few hours, you're in no condition right now. I'll bring you some lunch."
By that evening Spencer had sobered up and had had a long talk with Aaron about whether or not he needed to go to rehab; in the end they decided that since the use had just started up again that likely wasn't necessary. They would take a cautious route, with Spencer checking in with Hotch every day about his craving levels. The rest of the team could also be kept out of the loop, for now at least. If Reid relapsed that may become a different story.
The harder part of the conversation was actually talking about their relationship. Spencer had to convince Aaron that his interest was more than just drug-induced. That the dilaudid simply gave him the courage to do what he had wanted to for years now. He explained that he had held feelings for the older man for a long time, and he couldn't be happier now that he knew Aaron had those same feelings for him. Hotch admitted that he had also harbored feelings for Spencer for quite some time now, but loyalty to Haley and then loyalty to the team had kept him from acting on them.
They lay on the bed, Spencer was curled up against Aaron, laying his head on the Unit Chief's naked chest. He absent-mindedly traced small designs lovingly on his flesh with his finger. He looked up at Hotch meaningfully, "So does my bad behavior preclude me from getting lucky tonight?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow and laughed, "You're insatiable, do you know that?"
Spencer grinned back at the other agent, "I just discovered the joys of sex and you expect me to not be?" His tone changed, it was more breathy, sultry, "And you fuck me so good it's all I can do to not think about it twenty-four seven."
The older man was beginning to get turned on as well, despite not wanting to reward Spencer for his poor choices. "I suppose if you promise to behave we can have some fun."
Spencer nearly jumped at the opportunity, "Oh I will, I will!"
Hotch removed Spencer's shirt quickly and efficiently, "Then I get to have my fun with you first."
Aaron leaned over and kissed Spencer gently, tenderly. The young agent's mouth parted slightly and Hotch took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. He explored Spencer's mouth, yet again, mapping each crevice. Reid's tongue met with his boss's and they lazily intertwined with each other. The kiss was slow and loving, with the two only breaking away when the need for air overcame their desires. Panting Aaron rested his forehead against Spencer's and gazed in to his eyes, "I love you. Don't forget that."
The older man kissed a trail from Spencer's mouth to his jaw, and then down his neck until he reached his very pronounced collarbone. Aaron nibbled at the smooth flesh, knowing that if he made a mark it wouldn't be visible. He drew the flesh in to his mouth and sucked, wanting the bruise that would form to mark Spencer as his and only his.
He continued his trail, slowly working his way down to Reid's sensitive nipple. He teased the nub with his tongue, gently darting it over the sensitive spot. Spencer moaned loudly; it was obvious he was happy that he could be as vocal as he wanted in the apartment. Aaron took the nipple in to his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. He could hear Spencer's breath hitch in his throat. With a smile he released the nub and kissed downwards, in a line to Reid's bellybutton and then further down.
He stopped just above the young man's pants. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth, and while looking Spencer in the eye he managed to get them unbuttoned without his hands. He bit the zipper and pulled it down, earning a relieved sigh as the pressure on Spencer's erection was lessened. Knowing he couldn't fully remove the offending cords without more maneuvering he grasped the fabric on either side and pulled, yanking them down almost half way. With another tug the pants and boxers were gone completely, tossed carelessly on to the floor.
Spencer's cock stood proud, precome leaking out of the tip. Aaron grinned at Spencer before situating himself between his lover's legs. He licked a long line from base to tip, causing Reid to shudder. He took the tip in to his mouth and sucked, hard; he loved the taste of Spencer and wanted to get every bit of precome he had to offer. He swirled his tongue around the head and teased the vein on the underside, causing Spencer to moan loudly. Aaron then took around half of the length in to his mouth. He bobbed his head and took most of the rest, his throat constricting around Spencer's cock. He swallowed, making Spencer's hips buck involuntarily.
He removed his mouth and wiped it with the back of his hand, "Now it's my turn." He lifted himself off of the bed and went over to the night stand. Hotch pulled out an unopened bottle of lube. He broke the seal and poured some in to his hand. He slicked up two of his fingers, then placed the bottle still open on the night stand. Aaron removed his own pants before he positioned himself in between Reid's legs once again. The young man squirmed to present himself to his boss, more than eager to have those fingers inside of him.
Hotch teased Spencer's opening, running his finger along the puckered skin. Reid began to whine, wanting more. Acquiescing to the needs of the younger man Aaron pushed his index finger in to the knuckle in one swift motion. Spencer stopped breathing, feeling the pain in earnest for the first time since he was sober for this. Aaron stilled, allowing time for Spencer to adjust. When he started breathing steadily again he began to move in and out. He added another finger, and instead of waiting immediately curled them, hitting that sweet spot. Spencer cried out loudly. Hotch proceeded to scissor the opening, making sure it would hurt as little as possible when they got down to their real task.
Without warning he removed his fingers, causing Spencer to whine at the loss. Aaron moved to the bedside table and grabbed the lube once again. He coated his cock generously with it. Hotch positioned himself at Spencer's entrance and began to push. When he was around half way in he stopped; Spencer's eyes were shut tightly. When the boy seemed ready Aaron allowed himself to bottom out. He groaned at the sensation of Reid's tight ass squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He pulled out almost completely before slamming himself back in. Spencer cried out vehemently, unable to contain himself.
Aaron set a brutal pace, he had meant for it to be slow and gentle but his pent up anger came out when he least expected it. He slammed in to his agent time and time again, drawing out moans and a cries from the young man underneath him. Hotch himself was grunting and groaning at the pleasure and the exertion. He pushed himself hard, hitting the prostate with almost every thrust. Spencer unraveled, babbling Aaron's name nearly incoherently as he came violently. He just lay there, spent, as Aaron continued to abuse his hole. The man pounded him in to the bed and felt his own orgasm approaching. When he came it hit him hard, and he cried out "Spencer!"
Panting Aaron pulled out and fell on to the bed next to his lover. He grasped Spencer's hand in his own and said nothing. It was Reid who finally broke the silence, "I think that was even better sober."
Hotch couldn't help but laugh, "Good, because you won't be doing it any other way from now on."