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Growing Up Again	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 21443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Re-Birth
- 2-Age 1
- 3-Age 2
- 4-Age 3
- 5-Age 4
- 6-Age 5 & 6
- 7-Age 7
- 8-Age 8
- 9-Age 9
- 10-Age 10
- 11-Age 11
- 12-Age 12
- 13-Age 13
- 14-Age 14
- 15-Age 15
- 16-Age 16
- 17-Age 17
- 18-Age 18
- 19-Age 19
- 20-Age 20
- 21-Age 21
- 22-Age 22
- 23-Age 23
- 24-Age 24
- 25-All Grown Up
- 20
- 21
- 22
Growing Up Again
Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any financial profit from writing this.
SLASH! H/R Just… nothing while Reid is "under age". ^_^

Twenty One Years Old

"Nothing like being called in to see Strauss this early…" Reid grumbled, rubbing sleepy eyes. "How much you wanna bet she's gonna try to transfer one of us or fire you?"
"Why would you say that?"
"How much do you wanna bet that Brennan told her about us…?"
"He can't. Doctor/Patient confidentiality. He can only report whether or not he finds us fit for duty and whether or not we can work together on one team."
"Hmph… I dunno…"
"Stop being such a pessimist, Spencer."
"I haven't had my coffee." Reid offered as a simple explanation, and Hotch knocked on Strauss' door.
"Come in!" Strauss called.
Hotch pushed the door open and allowed Reid to step in behind him. He paused, staring at the younger man's back.
"Hn… your hair is still growing ridiculously fast. You need it cut again." He commented. "It's down to your shoulder blades."
"I'll have Garcia do it today." Reid stated calmly, and then let his eyes settle on Strauss and Brennan, who was leaning against the wall.
"Good morning." She greeted, and Reid nodded and sat himself down in a chair.
"Morning." Hotch greeted, calmly sitting beside Reid.
"Dr. Brennan says that he has met with the both of you, separately and together." Both men nodded at Strauss' words. "The situation is incredibly unique." Strauss sighed, leaning back.
"I myself cannot make a definitive decision about this." Brennan admitted.
"He and I talked late yesterday." Strauss said. "And we have decided that for this situation, only time will tell. At this time, you are both cleared to return to duty… once Agent Reid is at the age when he joined the BAU in the first place."
"WHAT?!"
"Calm down, that's tomorrow." Hotch snorted.
Strauss smiled and continued, "You will both be evaluated regularly over the next couple of months. Now… I know that Agent Reid is twenty two tomorrow, but… You will not be returning to work until the day AFTER tomorrow."
"Why?!" Reid cried, now sounding outraged.
"Because." Strauss said calmly. "It is my understanding that Technical Analyst Garcia and the rest of your team are determined to take you out on the town to celebrate your turning twenty one for the second time, and I highly doubt you will be fit for work in the morning."
Reid's eyes widened and he turned red, and Hotch had to cover his mouth to muffle the cough he was using to hide his chuckle. Strauss was unable to hold back a smile as well, and Brennan chuckled.
"Garcia? Penelope Garcia? Oh, I don't envy you…" He said, clapping Reid on the shoulder as he walked past. "I'll leave you to it!" And he left. Strauss' smile widened to a grin as she met Hotch's gaze while Reid groaned and let his face fall into his hands.
"She's gonna get me drunk, isn't she?"
"Better go find her and beg for mercy." Hotch chuckled, and with a whine, Reid heaved himself out of his chair and trudged off to do just that. Hotch turned to Strauss. "Why so keen to give us a day off?" He asked. Strauss gave him a sincere smile.
"You went out of your way to give him a good time growing up again." Strauss said with a smile. "Maybe this is my way to offer him a bit more." And she threw Hotch a wink and opened a file on her desk and began to work. "You are excused Agent Hotchner."
Hotch quirked a brow, then stood. "Yes Ma'am." And he headed to the door.
"And Agent Hotchner…"
"Yes?"
"… don't let him drink himself sick?"
"Reid? Never." Hotch grinned, and left her office.
He went in search of Reid who was in Garcia's office.
"No, I just want it cut in the way your friend cut it the other day!"
"Oh, alright." Garcia was saying, running her fingers through Reid's hair. She had a pair of office scissors in her hand, and Reid was sitting on a stool over a trash bag spread out on the floor.
"Seriously? Here?" Hotch asked, stepping into the office. He noted JJ and Emily in the corner of the office, grinning at the scene before them.
"Here!" Garcia announced, jerking a trash bag over Reid's head. She had cut a hole in and forced his head through, creating a makeshift barbers gown. And then she began snipping away. Reid was chewing his lower lip, a bit worried.
"Are you REALLY taking me out tonight?" Reid asked.
"You bet, hot stuff." Garcia grinned, looking delighted. "You yourself said that you never celebrated your twenty first birthday!"
"What's the point?"
"Did you have friends?"
"No."
"Well, you do now, and you're twenty one again. So you BET there's a point!" Garcia exclaimed.
"She's right, Spence." JJ said from the corner. "Hotch isn't the only one who wants you to have the best experience growing up again."
"Humor us, Reid." Emily added with a grin. "And you may find yourself having fun, too."
And that evening, when Reid had squeezed into the vinyl pants from two nights ago and tugged on the black tank top and purple button up shirt, Garcia presented him with his fake ID, and ordered Hotch, who was in his suit, back upstairs to change into something more worthy of the occasion… and then she presented him a shopping bag.
"… I don't think I want to know." Hotch said, staring at the bag as though it were about to explode.
"Just put it on." Garcia told him.
"No!"
"Pleeease!" Reid pleaded. Hotch stared at him, then sighed and rolled his eyes and trudged up the stairs. The team cheered.
"That's enough." Hotch called down at them before disappearing into the room.
"This ought to be good…" Rossi chuckled, standing beside Emily. Several minutes later, Hotch emerged, and he shot some glares down at his team, who were all cheering, Emily letting out a whistle and a cat call.
"Enough, Agent Prentiss." Hotch said firmly.
"Damn, Hotch." Morgan chuckled. "Who knew you could clean up like that?"
"I did." Garcia chuckled. JJ nudged them with her elbow, and they looked at her. She looked pointedly at Reid. They turned, and grinned. Reid was staring up at the glaring Hotch with a smile on his lips… and a blush on his cheeks.
"You look good, Aaron." Reid gasped. Hotch looked at him. Reid was appreciating the view of his lover in the black jeans, tighter than Hotch would normally wear, and the steel gray button up shirt, which had a light shine to it, and was also something that was a bit tighter than Hotch would normally wear.
"Unbutton the top two." Garcia instructed. Hotch eyed her, then did as he was told.
"Niiiiice." JJ admitted.
"Let's go!" Morgan cried, and the team headed out to their cars as dusk fell.
They ended up at a bar and club by the name of OBSCURE.
The team entered, all flashing their ID's… the bouncer double checked Reid's ID, eying him suspiciously. But he finally allowed him in.
"I'll get us a table!" Garcia cried over the thrumming music. The team followed her, and claimed a booth on a raised walkway overlooking the dance floor. They crowded into the booth, Rossi taking the middle spot as he had no intention of being up and down… he was there to simply observe…
A waitress came around and the team ordered their drinks, Garcia adding an assortment of shots to the order.
"Strauss has given us the day off tomorrow." Hotch called over the music. "In anticipation of us all being completely hung over."
"Hey, alright!" Morgan cheered. "Let's add a round of beer!" And the team laughed.
A moment later, the waitress brought their drinks and passed them out.
"Shots!" Garcia cried, and passed those out as well, then raised her little glass. "To our Baby Genius! Congratulations! You're legal again!" Reid quirked a brow, but the team, including Hotch, cheered, and tossed back their shots. And then Garcia turned to the club. "HEY EVERYONE!"
People turned and looked up. Reid froze like a deer in headlights.
"Oh no…" JJ groaned, then covered her mouth to hide her grin as Garcia dragged a petrified Reid to his feet.
"HEY GUYS!" Garcia called to the club. "THIS IS SPENCER! AND HE'S TWENTY ONE TODAY!" The club cheered heartily. "LET'S GIVE HIM A DRINK!" And the crowd exploded again as Garcia slapped a shot glass into Reid's hand. Hotch was trying to go to Reid's rescue, but Morgan was cheering and holding him in his seat.
"SHOT!" The entire club chanted. "SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!"
"Go on Reid! Take it!" Garcia encouraged. Reid gave her a half frantic look, then braced himself and tossed it back, swallowing in a great gulp. The crowd cheered wildly as Reid gave a horrible grimace at the burn, and Garcia flung her arms around Reid and kissed his cheek, then announced "Let's dance!"
"Whoa, wait, what?! Garciaaaaa!" Reid cried as he was dragged away, already stumbling from the alcohol.
"Alright!" Morgan cheered, and chased after them. And then Hotch was sitting at the table with JJ, Emily and Rossi, watching as Reid was dragged out into the dance floor, where Garcia began to try and show him how to dance as best she could, and Morgan had found himself three women to dance with right off the bat, and they were soon bumping and grinding away.
After a couple of songs, several young women approached Reid. Garcia, grinning, backed off. Hotch watched, eyes narrowed, reading the lips of the women as they approached HIS mate…
"Hey there… Spencer, right?" Said the first. With those hooker-heels on, she was even taller than Reid.
"Happy Birthday." Said the fake red-head, putting an arm around and kissing his cheek. The blonde with the silicon boobs offered Reid a shot.
"Here's a present for the birthday boy." And she forced it into Reid's hand and, to Hotch's fury, stifled Reid's stammers with a peck on his lips. Reid froze, and then at the prompting of the girls, took the shot, grimacing again. The girls cheered and began to dance with him. But a moment later, before Hotch could leap to his feet and give in to the roaring lion in his chest, Garcia had scurried over and shooed them away, smacking the tall one's hand from Reid's butt.
"As lovely as you ladies are, you're not his type!" Garcia called. "Sorry!" The girls looked quite annoyed.
"Oh, I'm sure I could be his type…" The tall girl said with a smirk.
"You got the tall, dark and gorgeous down, honey!" Garcia called back, smiling. "All you're missing is the penis!" Reid turned red, and the girls just gawked. Garcia smiled sweetly and steered Reid away, saying "come on, Butter Cream. Let's find you a hot, juicy piece of man meat!"
And Reid squealed out a shrill "WHAT?!"
But only moments later, Garcia had Reid surrounded by boys, all offering to buy the birthday boy a drink… Hotch was NOT pleased, but as Rossi was holding him down by the belt loops of his jeans, all he could do was down a shot to extinguish the flames of jealousy…
The hours passed… the alcohol flowed…
It was two nights ago all over again… Reid… HIS REID… surrounded by other men… They were dancing… grinding against him… sweating and offering him drinks. And Reid was relaxing bit by bit, with every drink… But then, Hotch frowned. There was another man in the group who was having a bit much to drink… and the more he drank, the more he put his hands all over Reid.
Hotch moved to stand, but Rossi caught him by the belt loop again. "And where do you think YOU'RE going?" He demanded, making Emily and JJ giggle.
Hotch had to count to three before losing his temper, but then he turned, allowed a feral smirk cross his face, and simply said, "To dance." Rossi raised his eyebrows, but then released Hotch and raised his glass to him and drank.
Hotch-Lion made his way across the walkway, blazing eyes staring down into the herd… And they quickly located his target… his prey… his Gazelle. A smirk curled his lip as he moved down the stairs of the platform and headed to the dance floor. The lights were flashing, the music was pounding… he could feel it just as well as he could hear it… the bodies moved, a pulsating beast on the dance floor, heaving, writhing, undulating…
But the lion had honed in on his target, and he wasn't to be distracted… even when the females tried to catch his eye, he never let his gaze stray from the young buck he wanted…
Katy Perry's "E.T." pulsed… the lights faded in and out, flashed and spun… bodies gyrated around the hunter as he moved through them, strong, graceful, every movement betraying his power…
One of the bucks spotted him, and paused. He saw the heat in the eyes of the hunter… the predatory gleam. The young buck backed down. One by one, the others caught the wariness of the first, and they turned their eyes. It was just the two now… the hunter's prey, and the young upstart who couldn't keep his hands off.
Hotch-Lion heard one of the other bucks call out the name of the one who was touching HIS gazelle…
"C-Colby? Uh… Colby…"
The one called Colby paused, then followed the wide eyes of the others. And he froze. Hotch-Lion stood there, glaring at him with a look that could kill. Colby's eyes widened, and he gulped. Confused, Reid-Gazelle turned, and he too, froze. Just like a herd of prey, the young men all stared at the predator before them. But he only had eyes for one of their number… only one would fall to his claws…
And Reid-Gazelle shivered, feeling the heat pooling in his loins as he knew that his time had come… the Lion was out and had targeted him… and there was no escape.
"… Aaron."
The soft gasp of his name, not even heard over the music, was all that the lion needed. He closed in and the gazelle, knowing there was no escape, didn't even try to get away. He just stood there, prepared for the inevitable. And then Lion-Hotch was upon him. He lifted his hands, but the predator seized his wrists and jerked his arms apart, opening his body for assault, and then lips claimed his. Reid-Gazelle's eyes widened for a brief moment, but then they rolled back and slid closed as he swooned, just as Kanye West's voice blared over the speakers, "Imma disrobe you, then Imma probe you, see, I abducted you so I tell you what to do, I tell you what to do, what do to, what to do…"
"… Damn." Said Emily, watching from up at the table. Morgan and Garcia had joined her, JJ and Rossi. All were staring as Hotch proceeded to ravish Reid right there in the middle of the dance floor. The other boys that had been dancing with Reid were watching, stunned… one kept glancing over at the bouncers by the doors of the place… but then Hotch released Reid's wrists and slid his hands up the boy's arms, over his shoulders and up his neck, sliding his fingers into his long, tousled hair. Reid sidled in closer and curled his arm around the man, parting his lips and eagerly accepting the other man's tongue.
JJ looked like her eyes were about to pop out of her skull and Rossi's jaw had dropped. Emily and Morgan were looking stunned, but Garcia was gleefully recording the moment on her phone…
Lion-Hotch had his Reid-Gazelle in his claws, and he was not letting go. And his gazelle didn't seem keen on trying to escape, either. The lion let out a half-growl, half-purr… he was incredibly turned on by the idea of his mate willing and ready to meekly submit himself to whatever the larger male wanted to do to him… to his body…
The music throbbed through their bodies, and their bodies began to move. And they moved in unison, rocking together, undulating, grinding… heat… sweat… friction… Reid let his head fall back with a moan as a mouth caressed his throat. Both felt the buzz of the alcohol and the flames of passion consume them as the rest of the world fell away.
On Garcia's goofy (and perverted) request, the next song playing was the Bloodhound Gang's "Bad Touch", and when Morgan gave her a look, she just smiled, shrugged and said, "Well, it certainly SEEMS appropriate."
The crowd was calming down and falling into their dancing… they closed in upon the pair who were… well… in Garcia's words, lip-locking and dry-humping on the dance floor. And to be perfectly honest, even Hotch wouldn't be able to argue the fact that that was EXACTLY what he and Reid were doing. Were he perfectly sober, he would have been mortified, but with the alcohol in his system, all he wanted was what he had… Reid, in his arms, finally a man again, and someone with whom he could enjoy the pleasures of flesh once more… And Hotch fully intended to indulge in his lover's body this evening…
Though it seemed that Reid didn't want to wait… Hotch closed his eyes as he felt his lovers fingers caress his scalp and his tongue caress his own. Hotch moved his knee between Reid's legs, and the youth moaned softly as he rubbed against the elder's thigh. Hotch curled an arm around the young genius' waist and pulled him in closer. Reid let out a cry as he was made to ride the man's thigh and grind into his hip… His head fell back once more as keen teeth met the tender skin of his white throat in a sweet pain that shot straight to his groin.
"A-Aaron…" He cried, the lust thick in his voice. "Ah… please… yes…"
"Oh man…" Morgan said, watching as Hotch's hand slid down Reid's back, to his hip, and then firmly gripping his buttock. "Maybe we should uh… intervene and take them home?"
"Rossi will have to drive them home." Garcia announced.
"What?! ME?! Why do I have to have those two rutting in my back seat?!"
"Because you're still sober!" JJ called, tossing back a shot.
"Well, either way, you'd better hurry before we lose them." Emily called, staring pointedly at the dance floor. The team turned just in time to see Hotch and Reid stumbling off of it and heading down a dark hallway towards the bathrooms…
"… I hate you all." Rossi grumbled, then got up and went to follow, a chuckling Morgan at his heels.
They moved across the club, which was at the peak of activity. The throng of people was not easily navigated, but the agents made their way through relatively unscathed. Finally, they were moving down the darkened hallway towards the bathrooms…
"I swear, if we come across them fornicating, I'm going to kill you all." Rossi muttered.
"They had BETTER not be." Morgan snorted. "They BOTH know better." And he pushed open the door to the bathroom that they heard the pair moaning behind. Both agents froze.
"… You were saying?" Rossi asked, blandly. Hotch had Reid pinned to the wall, Reid had his legs wrapped around Hotch's waist, and the pair were, to be perfectly frank, sucking face.
"Their pants are still on." Morgan shrugged.
"Aaron!" Rossi barked, and Reid squealed as he was almost dropped. Hotch turned his head and fixed his smoldering gaze on Rossi and Morgan. "I'm quite sure that you think more of Reid than to have him in the ladies' room."
"What?" Hotch blinked. Morgan chuckled and pointed at the sign on the door he was leaning against. Reid's eyes widened and he squeaked when he finally noted the lack of urinals and the pink color of the walls.
"Come on… I'll take you home." Rossi said, giving Hotch a scolding look. Hotch slowly set Reid on his feet, glaring at Rossi and Morgan for interrupting them. Reid looked appropriately embarrassed, however…
"Let's go." Rossi ordered, pointing to the door before stalking out of the ladies room. Morgan chuckled and allowed Hotch and Reid to proceed him out the door. They heard the girls cheering over the noise of the club and Morgan went to join them once again while Rossi led the men to the door. He ushered them out the front door and they walked the block to his car, Reid giggling and stumbling the whole way, pawing shamelessly at Hotch, who would chuckle and slap his hands away and hiss "later!"
"Now really?! How old are you?!" Rossi barked.
"Twenty one!" Reid cheered, and then let out an almighty hiccup. This made Hotch laugh. Rossi rolled his eyes.
"Good grief…" He grumbled and unlocked his car. "Alright, IN!" And he shoved the two inebriated agents into the backseat. "And if anyone vomits or secretes any other bodily fluids onto my upholstery, I'm taking the cleaning cost out of BOTH of your hides! Pants stay ON!"
"Of course, Dave." Hotch chuckled, drawing Reid into his arms and capturing his lips. Rossi stared into the back seat in the rearview mirror and sighed as Hotch tugged Reid into his lap, and only moments later, Reid was straddling his lap and the pair were making out.
"Your seatbelts, agents…?" Rossi sighed in a very harassed tone.
"Mmmm…" Was all he got as a response from Reid, followed by "ohhh…"
"I WILL PULL THIS CAR OVER AND DUMP YOU BOTH OUT ONTO THE HIGHWAY!" Rossi howled, and begrudgingly, Reid whined and flopped off of Hotch, and both buckled their seatbelts. But only minutes later, the pair had leaned in and were making out again… and then there was a moan. Rossi's eyes widened and he chanced a look in the back seat.
"PANTS STAY FASTENED, HANDS TO YOURSELF!" Rossi bellowed. This time, it was Hotch who let out the frustrated groan.
Needless to say, Rossi was more than delighted to finally pull up before the house that Hotch and Reid lived in.
"OUT!" He thundered. "OUT OUT OUT!" And the pair in the backseat didn't waste any time. Hotch and Reid, still drunk, tumbled out of the car, Reid giggling the whole time, and Rossi sped away, leaving them on the curb.
"In." Hotch hissed, smirking. "Before I strip you naked right here and have you on the sidewalk…"
Reid groaned loudly and gasped "Don't tempt me…" And the pair stumbled through the front garden and up to the front door. Hotch fumbled for the keys as Reid kissed over his neck and chest as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"God, Spencer…" Hotch gasped, frinally swinging the door open.
"No more stalling." Reid pleaded as they stumbled over the threshold, slamming the door shut behind him. "No more excuses… I'm twenty one now… you promised."
"I did." Hotch nodded, shedding his shirt right there in foyer.
"Make love to me…" Reid breathed, kissing him and dropping his own purple shirt and struggling to rid himself of the black tank top.
"Bed." Hotch grunted between kisses, and the pair stumbled up the stairs, leaving the intermittent shoe behind. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Reid and Hotch both had their pants undone. They tumbled into the bedroom suite and collapsed to the floor on the rug before the fireplace. Hotch immediately tugged Reid's shirt off.
"You said bed?" Reid pointed out.
"… Close enough." Hotch shrugged, and plunged his hand into Reid's pants and seized his member, stroking it.
"Ahhh…" Reid groaned, his head falling back to the plush rug. And then Hotch finally allowed himself to look over his lover's body, younger though it was, and allow the lust to overtake him. He slowly peeled the vinyl pants from his slender ups and down his long, coltish legs. It made him smile to see that Reid, smaller yes, still had a bit of baby fat on him… a softness that he didn't have at twenty five. Hell, he didn't even need to shave! He was completely hairless, save a light feathering between his legs, which would darken and thicken ever so slightly by the time he reached twenty five.
Hotch smiled and bowed his head, gently kissing over Reid's inner thighs and smiling at the mewls that he had elicited from his effort. He reached out to where a small table sat next to the love seat, and from a little drawer, withdrew a small bottle of lube.
"Roll over…" He murmured. Reid did as he was told, and Hotch found himself staring appreciatively at his young lover's soft little bottom, a bit more round than the man he would soon become in a matter of days. Hotch ran his hands over the smooth globes, then lowered his head to gently kiss and nip over the white expanse of skin before finally grasping them firmly in his hands and spreading them. Reid was unable to hold back a moan as he was exposed, and he lifted himself onto his knees while still keeping his chest on the rug.
"Oh God, Aaron… yes… please, yes…"
Hotch was unable to resist… he lowered his head licked a stripe over the underside of Reid's scrotum, up his perineum and across his quivering entrance. Reid let out a gasp and his eyelids fluttered.
"Ohhhh…" Reid moaned, rocking back against his lover's ministrations and shivering as hands caressed his thighs. Then came the tongue again, hot, rough and wet, lapping at his entrance in a horrible teasing manner… and then, his tongue gently eased in. Reid cried out, his eyes widening in shock as the pleasurable sensations washed over him.
"Oh God… Aaron… Oh… Oh…"
The lion let out a purring growl as he tasted his gazelle from the inside, relishing his high cries of ecstasy. And then he slowly slid in a finger alongside his tongue, slick with lube. His young buck let out a high keen, flexing his inner muscles. Hotch-Lion smirked and added another.
"Are you sure you're old enough for this?" He asked.
"YES!" Cried Reid-Gazelle. "Please! More!"
Hotch-Lion just smirked and worked his two fingers in and out of his precious gazelle, spreading the lube around and stretching him nicely, making him slick and loose and begging for more. There was a sob of both delight and frustration when a third finger was added, a firm hand stroked the buck's arousal, and the young gazelle began to beg. He pleaded with the lion for mercy… and moved by his pleas, the lion gave in…
Hotch rolled Reid over onto his back and took him in his arms, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, and then lovingly laid him back on the rug and moved between his legs, gently stroking his cheek and smiling down at him.
"I love you, Spencer." He murmured, mounting his mate and moving into position. Reid smiled back.
"I love you too."
"And you're beautiful… at every age." Hotch assured him, and then pressed forwards. Reid's eyes rolled back and he let out a strained mewl as his body was breached and penetration was accomplished.
"Oh God… Aaron… God, yes…" Reid whined as the man sunk further and further into his body, before finally resting fully sheathed. Reid's chest rose and fell rapidly as he lay panting beneath his lover, his body lit with the flames of his pleasure. He savored the sweet burn of his muscles stretching and straining around his lover's girth, and the friction that came once he began to piston in and out of his willing body. He cried out in his enjoyment when lips caressed his throat and fingers teased his hard nipples.
"I hope you enjoyed tonight…" Hotch growled softly. "Because you are never… NEVER… doing this again."
"Wait… doing what?" Reid asked, slightly dazed.
"You are NEVER dancing with men like that again. And you are NEVER letting another man put their hands all over you like that again…"
"Ohhh…" Reid laughed. "You're jealous."
"If you really need the vindication, yes…" Hotch huffed, looking disgruntled. "You know that I don't like other men touching you…" He snarled, then leaned down and hissed into his lover's ear, "you're mine…"
"Mmm… yesssss…" Reid hissed, eyes rolling back in pleasure as his lover pressed into him at a new angle. "Oh God, Aaron, yes, right there… Yes…"
Hotch smiled and kissed his mate's forehead, then slid one arm under the small of his lover's back, and the other under his shoulders, lifting the youth and cradling him close to his chest as he worked the new angle. Reid cried out softly with every thrust, curling his arms around Hotch's neck and his legs around his hips, meeting each and every thrust with enthusiasm. Hotch smiled and nuzzled his lover.
"I love you, Spencer… cum for me… please baby… you feel so good."
"Harder, Aaron… harder… please… yes…"
"God, Spencer… G-Gonna cum… so close…"
"Do it, Aaron…" Reid cried.
"But… but you—"
"Please cum in me…"
"Fuck, Spencer!" Hotch gasped, and his eyes rolled back as he plunged deep into his lover and released, pouring spurt after spurt of his semen into his young buck. Reid shivered and let out a low moan as he felt the heat fill him. He smiled, listening to his elder lover's gasping in his ear and feeling his hot breath. He turned his head and pressed his face to Hotch's, cheek to cheek, and he ran his hands over Hotch's sweat dampened hair as he came down for his orgasm.
"Shhh… I love you…" Reid cooed, his voice soft in his youth.
"Spencer… you…" Hotch breathed, reaching for Reid's arousal.
"In a bit… let's get a shower while you… recover." Reid giggled.
"But—"
"In a bit." Reid smiled, kissed Hotch gently and then helped the man to his feet. They stumbled into the bathroom, now engaged in soft kisses. They started the water and cuddled with one another as it warmed and then stepped in. The cuddling became a gentle mutual bathing, still tenderly kissing one another again and again and again… Hotch shampooed his younger lover's hair, and Reid gave him a massage as he washed his back. When the shower was done they also toweled one another off, lips barely parting throughout the entire time.
Hotch let out a shuddering gasp as Reid wiped him down, and wiped over his penis… the man groaned, as with his gentle, but effective touches, Reid had brought him back to a full arousal. Hotch was thankful, because as Reid had spent the entire shower with a throbbing erection, he felt quite bad that he had gotten his release and Reid hadn't, and Hotch was eager to bring his lover to his orgasm.
The pair fell into bed, lips fused and bodies immediately entwined. Hotch was stroking his lover's erection and Reid was unleashing heated cries into his mouth, bucking and thrusting into his every touch…
"Please…" Reid gasped. "Want you inside me when I…" He trailed off and let out a long moan as Hotch fondled him. Reid rolled within his arms and ended up on his belly on the bed, lifting himself onto his knees and presenting his backside to his lover.
"Please Aaron… need you so bad… please…"
Hotch didn't waste any time. He bent over his lover from behind, kissed over his shoulder blades and pressed in. Reid hissed, lifting himself onto his elbows and pressing back into Hotch. The man took up long, full strokes into his lover as he stroked the boy's trembling flanks. And when Reid cried for it harder, told him to go faster, begged for it deeper, he took hold of his hips and gave him just that.
And this time, it was Reid who gave an almighty shudder and released, hot and thick, all over the damp bath towel that he had been wrapped in upon falling onto the bed. His inner walls quivered and pulsated through his orgasm, milking Hotch to his release as well a few moments later. And both collapsed onto the bed, Hotch guiding them both to land on their sides, rather than squashing his smaller mate. Reid let out a soft coo, but reacted almost instantly when Hotch moved to withdraw from his body.
"Don't…" He whispered to the dark room, and Hotch paused. Reid's arm curled back behind him, and rested his hand on Hotch's hip. "Please… stay." Hotch blinked, but then simply smiled and pulled Reid in close to his chest and held him there, peppering his neck and shoulders with soft kisses. Reid just smiled and let out a content hum, which Hotch was all too pleased to echo. And then the pair drifted to sleep, Hotch still nestled within the body of his lover.
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