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The Heart of the Matter	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the show Criminal Minds and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

Chapter List
- 1-The Heart of the Matter
- 2-Chapter Two
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All Hotch did for long seconds was blink. He wasn’t sure if it was the tone or the terse request that threw him so badly. In the end, it didn’t matter. With a hesitance probably born of his uncertainty his lover retrieved the tube. Leaning back comfortably into the pillows, he watched the slick substance being spread on the tight entrance. The angle he was laying limited his view but it was enough to see Hotch’s face as well as his hand. That was enough for him to get enjoyment out of it. When the first finger was pushed inside, he saw the twinge on the handsome features.
The resistance didn’t really surprise him. They really hadn’t been together this way in a long time. As the other man worked, he could see the flush building in his cheeks. The strong chest started to heave, a hitch sounding as the second finger was pushed inside. They had barely made two strokes inward when a light layer of sweat started to sparkle on the heated skin. At his lover’s temple’s his jet black hair became adhered to his now damp forehead. It was a beautiful sight. Normally he was so far gone he couldn’t fully take in the magnificence that was Hotch in full arousal.
He would have to make sure to do this more often. Maybe the next time he took the reins, he’d make his lover show him how he brought himself to climax when they were apart. The mere thought of it had his mouth salivating, had his heavy erection twitching. All movement suddenly stopped for a minute. He looked at Hotch’s face, at the tension in every line. Reaching out he gently gripped the other man’s turgid erection. A moan sounded at the touch but he ignored it to speak in soothing tones. “Don’t force it. Take your time.”
Just like he’d hoped, his advice was followed with a deep breath. The third finger was withdrawn as Hotch just focused on opening up more around the two already inside. He kept up his light stroking, hoping to help the process along. It took some time, both of their hands coaxing his lover to relax. When the third finger tried to push in a second time it went in with far less resistance. All the while he kept up his light stroking, wanting to help as much as to tease. He felt a warm wet drop hit his stomach. Looking down he could see clear liquid glinting off the surface of his skin.
With one final loving stroke, he released his grip on the hard flesh. The sudden abandonment earned him a hard disappointed grunt. Instead of acknowledging the slightly distressed sound, he picked up the tube of lubricant to squeeze a large amount into the palm of his hand. He didn’t wait for it to warm up, just reached down to start smearing it over his own rock hard erection. Although the touch felt wonderful, he didn’t let himself focus too much on the pleasure. The only goal he currently possessed was to give Hotch everything he needed.
When his lover removed his fingers from his own body, he slowed down his stroke but didn’t remove his hand. “Okay are you ready?” He didn’t respond except to let his hand drop to the bed. It was a false signal, one that he had sent out on purpose. This wouldn’t be easy but he was up for the challenge. Holding perfectly still, he watched as his lover lined up his body to be taken. Literally the second before Hotch was going to take him inside, his hand shot up to grip the other man’s sweaty hip in a restraining touch. As expected his lover sent him a startled gaze that radiated with question.
Using his firm grip, he gently pushed Hotch back until he was sitting directly below his erection. He could feel the warm wetness of the lubricant smearing over his upper thighs. It felt good, had his blood racing. Still, he held back. The wait would no doubt be worth the reward. “I want you to tell me.” When he fell silent again his lover’s previous confusion made a swift reappearance. “Tell you what?” He rolled his hips up languidly, making sure both of their erections slid together. It made Hotch’s eyes close slowly, made a low groan rattle out of his throat. “Tell me how much you want it inside.”
His lover’s eyes came open at his words. There was some surprise there but mostly a strong hesitation. Even before the other man spoke, he knew more coaxing was in order. “It was just a suggestion Spencer. If you really don’t want to we can…” He didn’t let him finish, cutting off his words smoothly with a hard tone. “Stop lying to both of us and tell me what you want.” Instead of responding, Hotch dropped his head effectively disconnecting their gazes. He refused to let him continue to hide. Lifting both of his hands, he settled them on his lover’s sweaty hips.
Tightening his grip until his handhold was solid; he pulled the other man forward abruptly. The motion brought his lover directly on top of his groin. It also tore a surprised moan from the now shuddering man. Releasing his grip on the right hip, he reached down to grasp his erection. Moving it slowly he drug it along the slicked skin. The shuddering increased, the hips trying to rock down into his hips. Although the angle pinched his too hard flesh a little uncomfortably, he kept up the motion seeing that it was doing the trick. Keeping his voice just as hard as before, he addressed the man trying not to writhe on his lap. “Tell me.”
All he got in response was a whimper. The hands braced on the bedding next to his head tightened their grip. He wanted to make this easier, he did. It’s just he didn’t know how. “Aaron, look at me.” He could tell that Hotch didn’t want to obey. There was a hesitance when he turned his head that couldn’t mask that. Regardless his lover still followed the command, his dark eyes barely able to hold onto their gaze. Lowering his voice, he issued his next command on a whisper. “Tell me.” He could see something in the dark depths break. One second there was this barrier and then the next there was nothing.
With a fevered sob, the other man finally answered. “I want you inside of me.” He smiled softly. That was better, it was a good start. “What do you want? My fingers?” They both knew he knew what Hotch had meant. Regardless, he was determined to hear it. He watched as the other man lowered his head slightly. It was a good way to hide his expression as well as his eyes. For the time being he allowed it, the answer would be revealing enough. “I want your...cock.” As a reward for the honesty, he rubbed himself a little harder against the slick entrance.
He even angled the erection so it would catch on the ring of muscle during the stroke downward. When a moan reached his ears he smiled again this time in delight. Leaning closer to the other man’s ear, he whispered softly making sure his breath brushed against the delicate cartilage. “How badly do you want it?” Another whimper reached his ears, this one sounding distinctly distressed. “Spencer, please…” The words were cut off on their own. He could tell that Hotch didn’t know what to say. It was obvious the other man felt far out of his depth. That was okay with him.
They needed to get to this point and he’d protect his lover from harm. Looking down toward his waist, he wasn’t surprised to see his suspicions confirmed. As distressed as Hotch might sound, he was still achingly hard. “How badly?” They fell into silence again, his slow touch continuing and his lover squirming ineffectually in his lap. Finally after long torturous minutes, a barely heard answer filtered to his ears. “I want it really badly. Everything aches.” Loosening the grip on his hand still on the left hip, he used his fingertips to stroke softly over the sweaty skin. “Ask me nicely.”
That prompted another whimper but this time there was no hesitation. “Please, I want it. I…I want your cock, please.” Just for good measure he gave the wet skin one more slow rub. Then he released his grip, allowing his hardened flesh to curl back toward his stomach. Reaching up with his still damp hand, he slid it slowly over the other man’s flushed cheek. “Then take it sweetheart. It’s all yours.” There was an eager shift backward. His touch to the damp cheek fell away but the grip on the hip immediately tightened. Feeling the movement being stalled Hotch looked up in a surprised desperation.
The look was enough to make him groan out loud. He held back the sound with determination, hardening his voice again to emphasize it was a command. “Just keep in mind, I fully expect you to show me your gratitude. If you hold back at all, I’m going to be insulted.” A deep flush came over Hotch’s features but he nodded slightly all the same. Letting his left hand fall back to the bed, he laid stationary as his lover once more lined himself up to be penetrated. He watched the scene in rapt fascination. When he felt a solid slick pressure around the tip of his erection his eyes slid to half-mast.
Still, even in the face of this new pleasure, he kept his gaze on the reddened desperate features of his companion. The pressure felt almost unbearable for one stretched out moment. Then it gave way to a moist hot velvety channel that molded to his aching erection. He let his gaze drop from the beautifully agonized face to look between the parted sweaty thighs. More than half of his erection was still exposed but even as he watched it was slowly taken inside.
The sight was incredibly erotic, the strong legs splayed wide, the muscles bulging slightly from the strain of the crouched position, his wet hard member slowly disappearing and a strong hand holding his erection steady to guide him inside. It took all of his willpower to not give a hard thrust. He wanted to give Hotch all the time he needed. There would be an occasion for more active participation later. When the other man’s hips finally settled in his lap with a little moan, there was a moment of what appeared to be uncomfortable shifting.
It didn’t surprise him all that much because he could feel how tightly he was encased. With a hard outward breath, his lover sat up only to lean back on his left hand. The position made his back arch and his stomach push outward. It also made his erection rub against the interior of the other man’s body with a rocking motion. For long seconds Hotch stayed in that position, breathing deeply out of his mouth as he tried to relax. When the tightness eased around him a little, his lover leaned over his form until both of his hands gripped the headboard.
Thankfully the angle wasn’t awkward. They were close enough to the wooden frame that Hotch didn’t need to strain for the handhold. He was grateful for that for a few different reasons, the key reason being that there would be nothing to distract the other man from his pleasure. When he felt movement he looked back down toward their hips. His lover had opted to stay on his feet in a crouch. It might not be as comfortable as going to his knees but in turn it would give Hotch more freedom of movement. The thrusts downward were slow, his erection taken in deep. Unsurprisingly it felt fantastic.
Reaching down with his right hand, he started to stroke the angry red erection lying flat against the other man’s stomach. At the touch a little strangled sound reached his ears. He smiled slightly with the knowledge that he’d upped his lover’s enjoyment. The smile only widened when pre-come started to drip down over his fingers. Keeping his touch light, not wanting Hotch to come too soon, he started to speak in a low husky whisper. “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.” On an upward slide of his hand, he slid his thumb slowly over the leaking tip.
The next thrust downward was faster and a hip roll was thrown in. “You take it so beautifully sweetheart. I could watch you all day.” There was a whimper above him, prompting him to look upward. His lover’s face was beat red now and he was shaking his head with a pleading look. With a chuckle, he lowered his hand until he was cupping the tight sack. He rolled it in his palm with the utmost care. “What is it? Are you embarrassed by my praise?” The other man shuddered when he tightened his touch. A moan followed before Hotch tipped his head downward. “You shouldn’t be. It’s well deserved.”
With one more gentle rub, he abandoned the sack to once more stroke over the erection. This time he tightened his grip the further upward he moved his hand. Whenever he made it to the tip, the pre-come was practically dribbling out in a steady trickle. The speed of the thrusts gradually increased and he knew the end was drawing near. Before that happened though, he planned to get a little more involved. Reaching up with his free hand, he slid it slowly down the bowed sweaty back. “Mmm sweetheart, if I had known you were such a cock slut, I would have given it to you hard a long time ago.”
The words made the other man come to a stop, his gaze as wide as saucers. “I’m…no…I’m not…” He didn’t let him finish the stumbled denial. In a swift move, he sat up and pushed Hotch to his back. It was highly arousing. His lover splayed out wide, the wide eyed gaze staring up at him unblinkingly. As odd a role as this was for him there was no question he could get used to it. This new position meant they were now at the foot of the bed. Looking up briefly he made sure they were far enough away from the footboard to prevent injury.
He really didn’t want to be interrupted from their heated moment. It would have been annoying at any other time but tonight it would be absolutely devastating. Looking back down he met the startled gaze with an eyebrow lift. “Oh really? You’re not.” Without another word, he abruptly started to pull away. He wasn’t even mid-way out before his lover tried to clench down. A wet pop followed his exit, the other man crying out in desperation. “No! No, please. Uhhh.” The plea was met with an expression of nonchalance. “For someone who doesn’t enjoy being stuffed full, you sure seem pretty disappointed.”
A trembling hand landed on his bicep. It tightened minutely when it made contact, the fingers digging gently into his skin. “Spencer, please, I’m sorry. I just…please.” He pretended to think on it. The step he was going to take was already decided but letting his lover squirm was too tempting to pass up. “I’m not convinced.” A whimper left the other man almost the second he’d stopped speaking. The hand tightened on his arm, the fingers digging a little harder into his skin. There was a small movement that brought his gaze downward. He couldn’t tell if it was a conscious decision to move but the fact still remained that Hotch had tried to spread his legs wider.
“If you really want it so bad, admit that you’re a slut.” A deep flush came over his lover’s face and seconds later he turned away. The reaction told him some convincing would be in order. He looked down the beautiful sweaty body in an assessing manner. Immediately he knew what to address to push the other man in the direction he wanted. “Even after all of your denials, your body is gaping open to take me back in.” Looking down at the slowly widening and closing muscle he laughed delightedly. Reaching out with his right hand, he roughly pushed two fingers deep inside.
He didn’t worry about being gentle. The girth of his erection had stretched the muscle enough that the intrusion wouldn’t cause any pain. As soon as his fingers were inside, Hotch arched with a needy groan. “This feels good doesn’t it but I know it’s not enough. Not after having my cock inside of you. It’s a shame that I can’t give you what you really want. I wanted to give you ecstasy. Now I guess you’re going to have to settle for my fingers.” The grip on his arm tightened again, making him look up so their gazes could reconnect. As soon as they were looking at one another his lover shook his head quickly.
“What? Do you want it back inside?” There was a small nod, the eyes flickering downward colored by a hint of shame. Reaching up with his left hand, he settled it gently on a sweaty cheek. “Aaron, look at me.” The words brought the dark gaze upward slowly. Turning his hand a little, he stared to stroke over the damp skin with his thumb. “There is no shame in asking for what you want. I’ll never hold it against you. I’ll never hurt you.” He paused for a moment to let his reassurance sink in. When some time had passed, he continued in the same gentle tone. “Now tell me what you want.”
There was some hesitance but eventually Hotch responded with a rough whisper. “I want your cock back inside of me, please.” He felt more than a little aroused when the heat increased under his fingertips. “What else?” The hesitance was back. Soon enough though, the other man pushed through it. “I’m a co…cock slut.” At the words the cheek under his palm turned crimson. He ran his thumb over the surface again in a soothing stroke. The redness didn’t dampened but it seemed to help at least a little. With a pleased smile, he hummed in satisfaction.
“Hearing that greatly pleases me and I’m tempted to grant your request. Still, I’m not sure you really want it bad enough.” The dark eyes were widening again but he continued before any real distress could set in. “I know, tell me about one of your fantasies.” He waited long enough to see Hotch open his mouth to speak before interrupting him smoothly. “Make sure it’s a fantasy where you’re taking me deep inside. That’s all I want to hear about.” The first answer he received was a slow nod. Then with a deep breath, his lover started to speak slowly.
He could tell it was a bit of a struggle since Hotch was panting heavily. Instead of addressing the problem, he merely remained patient to give his lover all the time he needed. “It’s after hours. There’s no one around and we’re in the bull pen. You have me bent over your desk. I’m still clothed but my pants are pulled down. They’re pooled around my ankles. You’re still wearing clothes too. All you’ve done is undo your pants to let out your erection. You’re holding me down with a hand in-between my shoulder blades. It’s really rough. The desk keeps pushing into the cubicle wall and I’m hanging on to it tightly.
You make me come all over the side of your desk. I’m biting my jacket so I don’t scream too loud. Then you come inside me and fill me to the brim. You pull my pants back up even though your come is sliding down my thighs. We leave after that like we always do. Only this time you make me drive home with your come still leaking out of my body. When we get home you take me again.” He honestly didn’t think he’d been so turned on in years. The only time he could ever remember being more turned on was his first time with Hotch. For a moment, he was seriously worried that he’d come.
With a final stroke to his lover’s face, he reached down to tightly grip his erection. After everything if he finished now he wouldn’t blame Hotch for killing him in a grisly fashion. Speaking in a soft wistful tone, he addressed his lover with an awed look. “That’s so hot sweetheart. Now I’m convinced.” That earned him another whimper. Pulling the fingers away before the sound even ended, he gently pushed himself past the barrier of loosened muscle. The slide inward was still a little snug, so he took his time breaching the other man’s body slowly.
Leaning down slightly, he started to pepper gentle kisses on his face. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Aaron. You’re going to come so hard sweetheart.” He let the words soak into the skin along with his kisses, reveling in the dazed look in the dark eyes and the small whimpers that kept escaping his lover’s lax lips. In no time at all, he was fully seated once again. Reaching up he placed both of his hands above Hotch’s shoulders. He was hoping the small resistance would stop them from getting too close to the footboard. Shifting a little on the mattress to brace his knees, he pushed forward in a hard thrust.
A small grunt fell from his lips at the minor exertion. The dazed look in his lover’s eyes deepened and the other man’s body arched sharply. He could feel the sweat soaked thighs falling open further. The tension in them had lessened but returned sporadically with his deep thrusts. Any worries he had about hitting the footboard suddenly evaporated. In what he could tell was an unconscious gesture, Hotch reached up to wrap a hand around one of the wood spokes. He expected the other man to push back or push against the wood. Surprisingly his lover did neither. It made him smile with satisfaction.
That alone would have been enough to tell him how out of sorts Hotch really was. Increasing his tempo, he slid over his lover’s prostate. The touch was fast but it was long enough to make Hotch wail. He moaned at the visual and the auditory stimulation. It made his erection swell. Apparently his lover noticed the added girth if his subtle shifting was anything to go by. With another grunt, he slammed in hard. A new coat of sweat broke out on the other man’s skin and he leaned down to lick a stripe up the side of his neck. The salt seeped into his taste buds making him moan.
He had always been a lover who liked to nibble or deliver teasing bites during lovemaking. So taking a taste was something he couldn’t resist. On thinking on that, his gaze suddenly flicked down to the peaked nipples. They were so hard they were straining. It was unbelievable to him that through all of this he’d failed to give them any attention. He’d remedy that now. Leaning down again, he nipped at the right aroused pebble of flesh. The touch of his lips made Hotch push his chest closer. It encouraged him to take things further.
When he had nipped enough for the sensitive skin to feel over sensitized, he then switched to a heavy sucking which also consisted of random swipes of his tongue. He kept up his attention until he started to worry that his lover would feel raw in the morning. Pulling away slowly, he started in on the left nipple. During the teasing touches he’d slowed down his thrusts. The minute he withdrew his mouth though, he started up a hard punishing rhythm. It was time to fulfill his promise. There had been a lot of trust placed in him and he wasn’t about to let Hotch down.
He’d only delivered about three thrusts when his lover started to sob heavily. The reaction caused some worry. Although he was tempted to stop, he kept going while he tried to gauge the response. It didn’t take long to realize the sobs were born of pleasure. There was the fleeting touch of hands. They explored his sweaty back, slid down his neck, his chest and down the length of his arms. He was positive the touch was just reactive. That it stemmed from a desire for Hotch to reach out but he wasn’t making a conscious decision about where to touch him.
When his erection swelled further he released a strangled moan. His aroused flesh started to throb heavily, making him acutely aware of the slick tight walls contracting around it. The time had come to end this before his body completely took away his control. With a small tilt to his hips, he aimed with every thrust for his lover’s prostrate. A shriek filled the air only to be cut off mid-sound by a tortured moan. The sounds continued to morph with each push inward. There were whimpers, moans, gurgles, sobs and outright screams. It was the most noise he’d ever heard Hotch make.
Even the few times his lover had been on the receiving end it hadn’t been like this. Then again all of those times before Hotch had never fully let go either. During every encounter his lover had guided him or had taken control by riding his erection. It was unbelievable to him that he’d missed out on this for close to two years. The other man was the very image of beauty falling apart like this. They were in a stable committed relationship and had been for quite some time now. So he was determined that there would be no more hiding. This wouldn’t be the last time he’d see Hotch coming apart at the seams. He would make sure of it.
Feeling even more determined to see the glorious finale to this living piece of art, he pushed inward with a hard grinding motion. It did the trick. When he first pushed inside, his lover curled upward with the motion. A second later he slammed back down into the bed with a shriek. The lines of his body tensed up sharply for a few seconds before he started to convulse in intense shudders. It went on for long minutes, Hotch appearing to have no control of his muscles. There was a steady gush of fluid escaping his erection. The lines of milky white coated his stomach, his heaving chest, sections of his neck and stripes of it collided with his chin.
Even when the liquid slowed down it still pushed out in heavy pulses. He kept pushing in forcefully during the climax, determined to draw it out as long as was humanly possible. It was only when the tense body under his own went limp and the last drop of fluid was ringed out from the now soft member that he seized up with orgasm. Dropping his head back with a tortured groan, he felt his come pulled out of him with force. Pushing his hips in close, he slowly thrust forward with a rocking motion. He didn’t withdraw a single time, his desire to fill his lover to the brim to strong to ignore.
The muscles surrounding him contracted in a hard sporadic pattern and before he knew it he was thrusting a little harder. It didn’t occur to him until long seconds later that he was essentially humping the other man. Despite the knowledge now being there, he couldn’t contain the motion not even when he was rung completely dry. He stayed inside despite the fact that he was finished and even going completely soft didn’t make him pull away. Finally it was the oversensitivity starting to hedge into painful territory that had him pulling out with a groan.
Throwing himself to the side, he laid there as he fought to catch his breath. When he was able to get some air in his lungs, he looked to the right to take in his lover’s profile. There was still a red tinge on his cheeks but it was much lighter than before. The steady inhale of air Hotch was taking was a sure sign that he was still trying to catch his breath. With slow weary movements, he turned to his side and crawled closer. He came to rest on his lover’s chest a few seconds later. The new weight at his shoulder apparently drew Hotch’s gaze and they looked at one another for a few minutes.
Letting a slow smile steal over his face, he leaned in to deliver a soft kiss. When he pulled away a moment later he spoke in a gentle soothing tone. “No more hiding, okay? There is nothing you can’t tell me.” A soft look came to the dark eyes. It revealed the insecurity still present despite their lovemaking and he knew then that his lover had needed to hear his reassurances. There was a small dip of the dark head in response before any actual words were spoken. “Okay.” He smiled widely at the acceptance. Not only because he was blissfully happy but he hoped it would put Hotch more at ease.
As he’d hoped the other man relaxed further, a smile forming on his own lips. His gaze suddenly flicked downward, his eyes taking in the rapidly cooling patches of white. “Hm, we should get cleaned up.” Before he could even attempt to move, he was pulled into a gentle hold. “Not yet, alright.” Seeing the need to be close in his lover’s eyes, he settled down into the hold without further debate. They looked at one another again just gazing into each other’s eyes softly. It was Hotch who broke the connection, his eyes sliding closed as he leaned closer to plant a kiss at the right corner of his lips.
He reveled in the gentle affection, sighing happily when the kisses multiplied and spread to different places on his face. When his lover pulled back a few minutes later, he caught sight of a white patch on his chin. A sudden idea made him smile widely. “Hey you know what? I just got an idea. We don’t need to leave the bed to clean up.” He didn’t give Hotch a chance to process the words before he leaned down to slide his tongue over the marked chin. The wide lick made a small trail in the milky fluid but it barely put a dent in the overall mess.
His gaze remained upward, his mischievous eyes eager to catch the other man’s reaction. What he ended up getting first and foremost was a laugh. Then a hand settled under his chin and gently tipped his head upward. The kiss when it came was met with a chuckle of his own. They only pulled apart long enough for Hotch to respond. “What a little imp. I’ve always suspected but tonight confirms it.” The arms tightened around him suddenly, pulling him further onto his lover’s strong chest. They both started to laugh. It wasn’t long before the laughter broke the tentative seal of their lips.
When they had both calmed a little, a hand slid along the side of his face. The mood turned serious but didn’t become tense. He perched on his lover’s chest just letting himself enjoy the gentle touch. “What would I do without you? I love you so much Spencer.” Moving his hand until it could rest on the other man’s lips, he brushed them lightly pretending that he could soak the words into his very skin.
When he responded he did so softly, not wanting to break the lull of the new atmosphere. “I ask myself that same question every day. I love you too Aaron.” The lips under his fingertips widened with a smile and he couldn’t resist leaning down for another gentle kiss. As they kissed time slipped away from them. It didn’t seem important. In this moment they were together and both of them were blissfully happy. That was all that really mattered.
The End
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Prompt: Spencer is well-endowed and Aaron loves to ride him, begs to ride him in fact.
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