Growing Up Again | By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 21443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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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 Two Years Old
Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid slept silently as the dark clouds rolled in. A gentle rain began to fall, and a soft roll of thunder was what woke Reid. His eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a breath, then stretched his sore limbs. Both he and Hotch let out low groans as Reid’s inner muscles tightened and contracted around Hotch’s penis; he had never withdrawn from his mate’s body after their lovemaking the night before… Hotch wrapped his arms around Reid and held him close, and Reid shivered and whimpered as the man’s fingertips skimmed over his penis. Then Hotch nuzzled his nose into Reid’s hair and kissed and nipped at the skin just behind his ear. Then, arm around Reid to keep him held close, Hotch rolled them over, pressing Reid face down into the mattress while he straddled the youth’s buttocks. He ground against him, his penis slowly swelling and hardening within his lover’s body. Reid groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he lifted his hips obligingly. “Nnh…” Hotch grunted, leaning over Reid and bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Reid’s head as he began to take up a shallow thrusting within the youth’s body. Reid moaned softly, curling his fingers to grip the pillow under his head tightly, slowly parting his thighs and pressing back into the soft thrusts. “God… Spencer…” Hotch gasped, moving one hand down to grip the young man’s hip tightly as he began to lengthen his thrusts, drawing out until only the head of his erection was tucked inside, and then pushing all the way back in. “Aaannnnhh…” Reid moaned, clenching around the invader as it pressed in, and Hotch hissed as well, bowing his head and kissing over Reid’s shoulders. Then… there was a knock on the front door. Hotch and Reid both froze, and Reid let out a groan of agitation while Hotch just snarled. He buried his face into his lover’s hair and began bucking into him again, moving faster and harder than before, eliciting a keen of delight from the young man beneath him. There was another louder knock and Hotch slid a hand beneath Reid’s hips, fondling his erection. Then there was an all out pounding on the door. “Aaaahg! Make them go away!!!!” Reid howled. “Ignore them.” Hotch snorted, and distracted Reid with an especially hard and well-placed thrust. “AAH! GOD!!!” And then… the phone rang. “… OH MY GOD!!!” Reid wailed, and this wasn’t in pleasure. Downstairs on the front step, Morgan was holding up his phone for the team to hear when the call was answered. “WHAT?!” Snapped their superior, and the team stared at the phone. Morgan shook his head with a grin. “Good morning, sunshine!!!” He sang. His response was one that none of the team expected… a low, dangerous growl… “… Go… the fuck… away.” “Come on, Hotch! The whole team is here! Get up and open the door!” Morgan laughed. “Derek Morgan, you son of a bitch!” Reid howled, much to the team’s surprise. But their eyes nearly popped out when he blurted, “Oh God, Aaron!” “Uhhhh… hm.” JJ got out, and Emily winced. “… Wow.” Garcia whispered, and Rossi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You boys finish.” Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll wait.” “… Fuck you.” Hotch snapped, and slammed the phone down, hanging up. And as the team stood there, staring at each other in awkward amusement, they could vaguely hear the muffled cries of their youngest teammate through the window of the master bedroom, right over their heads… “Oh dear…” Garcia giggled. “Come on… let’s go pick up some coffee and breakfast… THAT should lure them out.” Emily grinned. “Sounds good to me.” Garcia grinned, and Rossi and Morgan trailed after them amiably. They were back at the house in twenty minutes with coffee, breakfast burritos and breakfast pastries. Morgan immediately started pounding on the front door. “GOOD MORNING BOYS!!!” He called loudly in the direction of the bedroom window. A moment later, they got a thunderous response. “DEREK MORGAN, YOU’RE FIRED!!!” Morgan just shook his head, laughing. “Move.” Rossi sighed, and pulled out his keys. Then, to the team’s amusement, he selected two, unlocked the two locks on the front door, and pushed it open. The alarm sounded its warning tone. Rossi calmly walked over and keyed in the code. “ROSSI!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!” Came the thundering command from up the stairs. The team shared nervous glances, but Rossi just made his way into the living room, sat in the arm chair and turned on the television. Upstairs, Hotch still lay atop his lover’s thin frame, face buried in his hair. “… I hate that man.” He snarled, and Reid was unable to hold back the giggle, ending up letting out a loud snort of laughter. “Shut up.” Hotch snapped, and slowly moved off of his lover allowing his spent erection to slip from the youth’s body. Reid shivered, but inhaled deeply as he stretched, savoring the pleasant ache in certain parts of his body. Then he stood and headed to the bathroom. He was thinking about a shower when suddenly, he sniffed the air. “… Ooh!” He gasped, then threw on clothes and FLEW past Hotch, who stared after him, startled and confused. Down in the living room, the team jumped at the thundering on the stairs, and then Reid was there. “Oh my God, you brought coffee.” “Here you go.” Morgan grinned, passing Reid a cup. “Mmmm…” Reid hummed, slowly sinking into the sofa and sipping his coffee. “Yummy?” Garcia asked, offering Reid a breakfast pastry. “Mmmm….” Reid said again, accepting it and taking a big bite. “So… How was the sex?” Garcia asked, and Reid promptly choked. Rossi sighed and resignedly slapped Reid on the back to dislodge the pastry while giving Garcia a dirty look. A few minutes later, Hotch came down the stairs. The team turned and looked up at the man. He glared. “… I thought I made myself clear when I told you to go away.” “They brought COFFEE!” Reid announced happily, and Morgan grinned. “Yeah, Hotch. We brought COFFEE!!!” “And pastries!” Garcia sang, offering the man a coffee an pastry. Hotch glared. Slowly, Garcia’s smile faded and she drooped. When he continued to glare, she fidgeted and shoved the coffee and pastry into his hands and then backed away, dropping back into her seat and silently eating her own pastry. “Aaron. Stop trying to intimidate your team.” Rossi snorted. “It was raining and we weren’t going to stand out there and wait for you to let us in. “I’m still hungry!” Reid announced, then twisted about and snatched the pastry from Hotch’s hand. The man eyed Reid, then just sighed and shook his head, sitting down on the arm of the chair and selecting his own pastry from the box. “YOU’RE just lucky you don’t have a colossal hangover.” Emily snorted, eyeing Reid. “Mindblowing sex can do that.” Garcia said happily, and Hotch stopped with the pastry in his mouth and gave her a look. Reid choked again and Rossi smacked him on the back, glaring at Garcia. “Will you stop that?!” “So um… what ARE you all doing here?” Reid asked, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. “Oh, just… checking up on our favorite little genius.” Emily said with a mischievous smirk. “If that’s all you can get the hell out.” Hotch snorted, then fixed and intense gaze on Reid. “So we can go back to bed.” Reid flushed, but was unable to hide the pleased smile that crossed his face as he gazed up at his lover. Hotch just stared down at him, smirking. Reid shivered, and the team laughed at the… overtly silent sexual exchange. “Seriously, though.” Hotch said. “I haven’t had sex for three weeks. I would like to… indulge.” The team just stared at Hotch, and jaws DROPPED. Reid squeaked and turned a very becoming shade of pink, eyes popping out at Hotch’s… brazen announcement. “It’s Reid’s last day off… seriously?” Emily finally blurted “Yes. Do you mind?!” Hotch snapped. “We were ENJOYING his last day off when you nosy jerks let yourself into our home!” “Aaron!” Reid gasped, shocked at how rude Hotch was being. “YOU.” Hotch growled, pointing a finger at Reid. “Upstairs. NOW.” “What?!” “Go.” “But—“ “GO.” “Aaron you can’t be ser—“ “Now.” Hotch rumbled, and Reid’s voice trailed off. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and then he stumbled to his feet and awkwardly shuffled around the sofa and towards the stairs, face burning in embarrassment. At the stairs, he paused and glanced back at Hotch. The man’s dark eyes were smoldering in his lust, making Reid gulp. “I’ll be up in a minute…” Reid’s eyes widened and his pink complexion darken to red, and he scuttled up the stairs. “… Wow.” Garcia gasped. “Now then.” Hotch said, turning and looking at the team. “It’s high time Spencer and I re-establish our bond as LOVERS. We will see you tomorrow at the office. Lock the door on your way out.” And he turned and headed up the stairs after Reid, not even sparing his team a backward glance. “… What if we wanna stay and listen in?!” Garcia blurted suddenly. Hotch paused, but again, didn’t look back. “As long as you don’t disturb us, I really don’t give a damn.” He chuckled, a sinister tone in his voice, and then he disappeared and they heard the door to the Master Suite close… and lock. Loudly. “… Wow.” JJ said. “No kidding.” Emily agreed. A moment later, they heard Reid. “And that’s my exit cue!” Rossi blurted, getting to his feet. “Come on, everyone out, I need to lock up.” “But we wanna stay!” Garcia whined. “OUT!” Rossi ordered, and herded the team out the door… “We’ll come back for dinner or something!” He half told the team, and half called up the stairs. “FINE! NOW GET OUT!” Hotch roared back. And the team did. Upstairs, Hotch turned his attention back to Reid, who he had pinned onto the loveseat before the fireplace in the sitting room of the Master Suite. He smirked. “Now… where were we?” “Um… you um…” “Oh yeah.” Hotch grinned, and promptly grabbed Reid between the legs and began to massage. “Right here.” “Aaaahn!” Reid cried, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable tingles flooded through him. Hotch grinned as his lover spread his legs wider, allowing him to get a better grip on his genitals through his pajama pants. Hotch grinned and lifted his other hand, threating his fingers through Reid’s hair and claiming his lips in a hot, open mouthed kiss. Reid groaned, pressing his hips up into Hotch’s hand. “Hm… let’s take this to a more appropriate setting.” Hotch said, then scooped the twenty two year old into his arms and carried him into the bedroom, depositing him on the bed. Then Hotch slid in behind him, removing Reid’s shirt and rubbing over his chest and belly before going back to fondling him through his pants, making Reid gasp and moan. Hotch moved closer to Reid, their bodies pressed together comfortably. Reid let out a soft wail as Hotch's groin was now pressed into his backside, and he could feel the man’s erection pressing against him. Hotch's hand slipped casually lower. "You want me, Spencer?" Hotch whispered, sounding pleased as he kissed his lover’s neck. "Should I go faster?" Oh, he was having fun with this.
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