Sorry that it took me a while to get this out, writer's block. If you enjoy the story I would really appreciate a review!
Spencer substituted sex for his drug use. Now that he couldn't get high Reid used Hotch to change the way he felt. The older man didn't seem to mind, as long as Spencer stayed clean. Despite his initial protests Spencer even got Aaron to concede to sex at the office.
Spencer covertly let himself in to Hotch's office, trying not to draw the attention of anyone else on the team. Aaron looked up at him and smiled, "Hey babe."
The young man smiled back at the Unit Chief, "I need you right now." His voice was shaky.
"No one saw you come in, do you think?" Aaron raised his eyebrow.
"No I think we're okay. Please, Aaron."
The older man stood and walked over to the window. He closed the blinds, "Okay, same as yesterday?" Spencer nodded in agreement. "Then go ahead and get in to position."
Reid scrambled under Hotch's desk and sat on his knees. Slowly, almost teasingly, Aaron moved around to stand in front of his chair. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled the zipper down. He took a seat and pulled himself up so his lower body was also under the desk. Hotch felt slim hands smooth the fabric of his slacks. They quickly grasped his soft cock and brought it through the opening. Aaron knew if he could see Spencer's face that he would be licking his lips right now.
Spencer stroked the hardening member earnestly. He leaned forward and licked the slit lightly. He heard Aaron moan above him and grinned. He circled the head with his tongue, not yet taking it in to his mouth. From above him he heard a harsh whisper, "Spencer, we have to be quick about this."
Obliging his boss's request the genius took approximately half of the length down his throat with one motion. He heard a soft "Shit!" come from his lover. Spencer bobbed his head up and down, taking as much of Aaron's cock as he could. At the same time he undid his own fly and pulled his rock hard member out. He began to stroke himself, causing him to moan around Hotch. The vibrations caused the older man to groan and lace his fingers through his subordinate's hair. He held him in place as he moved back and forth in his chair, fucking his mouth with only a little gentleness. He knew that soft was not something Spencer wanted or needed right now.
He managed to stop his movements when the door opened, but Spencer didn't stop his ministrations. Rossi poked his head through the door, "Hey Aaron, do you have a minute?"
Hotch did the best he could to keep his face calm and stoic; he silently cursed his lover. "Yeah, ah- Now is not an, um, good time. Sorry."
The older profiler looked from Aaron's face, to the desk, then back up again. He grinned wickedly, knowingly. "I'll come back when you're done." Dave turned around and shut the door behind him.
Abruptly he pushed himself back and removed himself from Spencer's mouth. "Bend over the desk, now," he commanded. "You'll pay for getting me caught."
The younger agent scrambled out from underneath the desk as fast as he could. He turned around and spread his legs wide apart as he bent over. He placed his palms on the cool, wooden surface to keep his balance. Hotch yanked Spencer's pants down to around his knees. With another tug they lay pooled at his ankles. "You want me to use you, so that's what I'll do. You get no preparation today."
Spencer nodded enthusiastically, eager to feel his lover inside of him. He heard the snap of the bottle of lube being opened. Since he'd discovered Spencer's problem Hotch had taken to keeping a bottle in his desk. Aaron hissed slightly when the cool gel coated his member. He hadn't even bothered to remove his pants.
Lining himself up with Spencer's opening Aaron teased him, gently pressing against it. This went on for over a minute, Hotch was simply moving up and down, brushing against the taut ring of flesh. The boy beneath him was nearly writhing with anticipation. "Are you going to ease up the next time someone walks in?"
"Yes, Aaron, please, please, please fuck me." The need in Spencer's voice was overt.
Without another word Hotch slammed in to the boy, burying himself inside of him. He stilled and waited for Reid to begin breathing again. It was going to be rough, but not damaging. When the young man finally drew in a breath Aaron began to move. He thrust in to his lover hard, hitting his prostate. Spencer cried out a little louder than he'd intended, so he shoved a few fingers in his mouth to act as a gag.
Hotch slammed Spencer in to the desk, over and over again. The force would be enough to leave bruises. Reid didn't seem to mind, though, he was moaning in to his hand and his cock was leaking like a faucet. Aaron gripped Spencer's hair and pulled it when he thrust out of the boy. He then hammered himself back in with all the force he could muster. Spencer came hard, and all over the desk. He muttered Aaron's name as his fingers fell from his lips.
But Aaron wasn't done yet, he released his grip from Spencer's hair and allowed to boy to lean on the desk. He began to grunt as he felt himself nearing the edge. Aaron slammed home a few more times before he moaned out "Spencer" as he came. He filled his lover with his hot seed and collapsed on top of him, panting. Hotch allowed his softening member to slip out of Reid. After it did, he stood up and buttoned his pants and redid his belt.
"Get yourself cleaned up, love. I have some tissues next to the couch." Aaron's voice was warm.
Spencer grabbed his pants from around his ankles and headed over to the couch. He quickly cleaned himself up and zipped up his cords. He walked over to Aaron and planted a kiss directly on his lips. "Thanks Aaron. Really."
"Do you feel better now? Is the craving gone?"
"It works like a charm, every time," he said with a grin.