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Author: BlueHarlequin Chapter 2 – Next Track (Get Down, Make Love) Disclaimer: Nothing of Criminal Minds belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended. Warnings: graphic sex between men, pwp A/N: As usual unbeta'd and just completed. Please be kind. Updates are always posted in my profile. Feel free to PM me with comments or leave a review, I love hearing from ya'll! Hotch x Reid Summary: Reid finds out how possessive Hotch can be after Morgan puts his hands on him at a club during an undercover operation. Just an excuse to put the BAU in clubwear, not to be taken seriously.Hotch stalked him to the door of his apartment and the moment they got in it was all teeth and lips and hands. The older man shoved him against the door and dropped to his knees. Spencer could only hold on to the man’s shoulders as he quickly unzipped his shorts and roughly jerked them partially down off his hips. The young agent could only hope that his neighbours didn’t hear his sharp cry as the senior profiler sucked his cock right there in the entryway of his apartment. Hotch’s hands slid up the back of his thighs to knead his ass, the youth gasped as this pushed him further down the man’s throat. He felt him swallow around his length and through his lust induced haze Spencer wondered how his superior had learned to deep throat so well. Reid almost shrieked as Hotch pulled back with his lips squeezing around him; the intense suction almost caused him to cum. Perhaps sensing this, the older man released him, stood and yanked him towards the bedroom.
They were a mess of hands as they undressed each other. Reid’s top was easy to get rid of and he was able to pull off Hotch’s shirt at the same time. The younger man’s shorts were caught around his thighs where they had been shoved down earlier. The unit chief ended up pushing him down on the bed and untying his boots before moving on to his own. Spencer took that moment to yank his shorts off the rest of the way. The older agent had finished stepping out of his boots and Reid went to unbutton his jeans. As he opened them he moved to return the favour from earlier. Hotch gently slapped his hands away, “Later, I want to fuck you now.” He slid down to nip at Spencer’s neck then further down suck on one of his nipples, using his fingers to tweak the other one. That was the only amount of teasing he dealt the younger agent before crawling back up his body. He kissed the young man fiercely then growled, “Get on your knees.” Spencer shivered at the feral tone in his voice. As he turned over, he heard the older man shuck off his pants the rest of the way. Hotch’s hand trailed down his back, “Do you have ...?” “Top drawer,” he murmured, jerking his head in the direction of the nightstand. The older man delivered a sharp smack to his backside and chuckled as Reid yelped then moaned in delight. Spencer didn’t consider himself a connoisseur of the down and dirty but the position he was in was making him hotter than he thought possible. He bowed his forehead to the pillow as he felt Hotch move behind after retrieving the lube. He dimly heard the cap drop to the floor and roll away somewhere before the older profiler worked his finger into him. The senior agent muttered, “Fuck you're tight,” as he inserted another finger. Reid moved back against them and moaned wantonly as Hotch finger fucked him for a few moments in response. He pulled away his hands and the young man whined a little bit at the loss. His superior placed both of his hands on his hips and slid in slowly. Once he was buried to the hilt, Hotch grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Their lips joined in something like a kiss, teeth biting at each other and tongues wrestling for dominance. Hotch broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, “How do you want this? slow and torturous? or a fast and furious fuck? Do you want me to tease you until you can't bear it any longer or screw you into the bed?” At the words “screw you into the bed” Spencer moaned and pushed back. He knew this was going to be intense. Hotch rammed in hard and he cried out, his hands clenching into the bed underneath him. The unit chief groaned, "You like that?" He kept ploughing in hard, and Reid wanted to cum so badly but he wanted to wait for Hotch. The older man reached down and grabbed his cock and at the same time thrust forward, pushing Spencer forward on his hands. The young profiler let out a strangled whimper and older man ground out, “I heard that, come on ... you want it so bad, tell me Reid.” The doctor nodded his head, unable to speak through the needy sobs coming out of his mouth. Hotch thrust even harder, stroking the youth roughly, the force finally causing Spencer’s arms to give out. He buried his face into the pillow wailing out his pleasure as he shuddered and came into the senior agent’s hand. Reid tightened unbearably around Hotch and he lost it, spilling into the young man with a cry. He bent over the youth and delivered a sharp nip to the nape of his neck before carefully pulling out of him. They both collapsed onto the bed panting. It was quite a few minutes before Spencer found the capacity to speak again, “Hotch ...” “Aaron.” The older man cut in. “Huh?” “From now on, when we’re not at work, it’s Aaron.” The young agent was left speechless, and at his silence caused Hotch turned to look at him. “What did you want to say?” “What?” Spencer blinked in confusion. “Before I interrupted you, what were you going to ask me?” “Oh, you answered my question already.” He rubbed the spot on the back of his neck where Aaron had bit him. “What was this for?” A wry chuckle issued up from beside him, “I don’t know what came over me ... alpha male tendency ... I wanted to mark you, so you’d be mine.” Spencer looked at him in stunned amazement as Hotch climbed out of bed and made his way his way to the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later with a warm damp cloth and cleaned the youth up. Spencer smiled wickedly as the older profiler went back in the bathroom to toss the washcloths in the sink. Hotch’s last statement was simply too salacious of a line to pass up. As the senior agent sat back on the bed Reid tackled him, straddling his thighs. Spencer licked his lips and he watched as Hotch’s eyes darkened in response. “Did you know that several studies have been done on the refractory period for adult males and that although the average time is around half an hour some have been able to achieve fully ejaculatory orgasms in less than six minutes?” He leaned over and kissed the older man, gently biting on his lower lip as he pulled back. Scooting up a bit he ground his ass down and smirked as he felt Aaron harden beneath him. “Hmm, anything but average.” He slid down settling between his superior’s legs. “I think you said something about ‘Later’ when we got in here.” Hotch groaned as Spencer sucked the juncture between his thigh and groin. He palmed the older man’s balls, rolling them in his hands. The younger profiler puffed a breath over the man’s length and Aaron let out a strangled moan. “Spencer, don’t tease.” In response, he licked a long trail up his cock eliciting a startled gasp. Deciding to give the man some relief Reid closed his mouth over the tip and sucked his way down until his nose was buried in Hotch’s dark curls at the base. His eyes flicked upwards in time to see the elder man’s eyes roll back and he placed one of his hands on the man’s hip as his back arched. Spencer sucked hard and grinned around the erection in his mouth as he heard, “Oh God” before feeling Aaron’s hands carding through his hair. He began bobbing his head, easing into a rhythm to drive the man below him wild. Reaching out, he groped blindly around the side of the bed where he knew the man had dropped the lube earlier. The cap was still off but none of it had leaked out and he managed to squeeze some of onto his fingers one handed. Reid moved his fingers between his cheeks teasing his own entrance before slipping a slick digit inside. He moaned out his pleasure and the vibration caused the older profiler’s eyes to fly open. A strangled “Fuck” reached his ears and suddenly hands were on his shoulders hauling him up and off the man’s dick. He removed his finger from himself as he was suddenly thrown off balance by the abrupt move. Hotch pulled him up and kissed him savagely before rolling him onto his back. “Do you need me to continue?” he muttered reaching for the abandoned tube. Reid grinned, “No, I was still teasing.” Aaron glared at him playfully before using the slippery substance to slick himself up. The young agent gripped his shoulders as Hotch eased into him, not stopping until he was fully sheathed. He gasped at the wonderful sensation of fullness and spread his legs wider trying to get every bit of the older man’s hard cock inside of him. The senior agent looked down at him, “Ready?” Spencer nodded and Hotch pulled out and slammed back in. The young man moaned in approval, wrapping his legs around his superior’s waist and pushing back against his thrusts. Spencer dragged his fingernails down Aaron’s back and was rewarded with a primal growl. The older man leaned in for another searing kiss. Their tongues battled for a moment, sliding in and out of each other mouths, mimicking the movements of their bodies before Reid pulled back with a heated cry. The unit chief smirked as he realised he’d found the right spot and angled back in the same way. Reid’s eyes were glazed over in lust and the Hotch reached down to tug at his straining erection. The young man’s body tightened around him almost painfully. Spencer’s body convulsed and he threw his head back with a strangled shriek. Aaron felt the young man’s release coat his hand and spatter over their stomachs as he kept moving. He cried out abruptly when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, the sensation was so unexpected that it triggered his climax and he came as he violently buried himself deep inside the younger profiler one last time. As Hotch spilled his seed into the hot paradise around him he realized that Reid had bitten him. They fell onto the bed, Aaron catching himself just in time so as not to crush his lover beneath him. “What was that for?” he panted out in between breaths. It was Spencer’s turn to chuckle as he answered, “I wanted to mark you, so you’d be mine.” Hotch’s look of shock quickly melted away as the young man engaged him in a passionate kiss. They broke away slowly and the Aaron pulled him into his arms. “Mine,” he echoed. Spencer nodded, “Mine.” He pulled up the sheets and the comforter and they drifted off to sleep. *CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*CM* Spencer walked into Hotch’s office later that day to place a stack of completed case files on his desk for review. The older man must have just stepped out for a moment because a cup of coffee sat on his desk with steam still curling up from it. Reid was about to leave when he spied a set of earbuds peeking out from underneath a sheaf of papers. Curious, he lifted them to reveal an MP3 player on pause. The young man lifted the headphones to his ears and pressed Play. He smiled as Trent belted out, “I know it's not the right thing, and I know it's not the good thing, but kinda I want to.” He heard a throat clear behind him; his unit chief looked at him questioningly, his eyes flicked down to device in Reid’s hand. A devious smile slowly appeared on the young man’s face. He whispered just loud enough for the man to hear, “I want to.” Spencer laughed in delight as Hotch locked the door and closed the blinds.Fin
Yeah, 2000+ words of pure porn … wondering just how much of this I’m going to be able to post on that other website. So for my next PWP fanfic, Hotch and Reid will be having sex in public in … the bathroom of a posh restaurant! I really appreciate reviews!While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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