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Rules for Casual Sex
Author: BlueHarlequin
Chapter 3 – Never a Name
Disclaimer: Nothing of Criminal Minds belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: graphic sex between men. Most likely some OOCness.
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Rossi x Reid, unrequited Reid x Hotch
Summary: Reid really didn’t know how to define his on again off again relationship with David Rossi; it was more than just fuck buddies and less than friends with benefits.

Reid sprawled across one of the beds in the hotel the Bureau had picked for its agents on assignment. He listened to the water run in the bathroom as Hotch took a shower. This wasn’t their normal room assignments, but he supposed that even someone as ordered as their unit chief needed a change every once in a while. He realised it was probably better that he and Rossi didn’t share a room too often. Better to avoid temptation by not even allowing for the opportunity. And not that he and Rossi shared a room too often anyway; usually Hotch and Rossi shared a room, Reid would bunk with Morgan and the girls would be with each other. But lately, Reid was with Hotch a lot, and it bothered him.
It was uncanny that the change had come right after their little ‘not’ exchange in the bullpen. Reid couldn’t figure out if it was coincidence or just his paranoia getting the better of him. Hotch was usually more straightforward when it came managing situations between the team members. Something as inconsequential as room assignments could be attributed to his not wanting to listen to Rossi snore. After all, he seemed to be trying to get more rest now that he had Jack with him. It could also be that Hotch was trying to work up the nerve to talk to him. He frowned, remembering how hard it had been for the senior agent to ask him if he was doing alright after going through detox. It wasn’t that the older man didn’t care; it was that Hotch had a hard time discussing personal subjects. So Reid lay there wondering what pitfalls the night had in store for him. Then, only adding to his troubles, he recalled the man liked to walk around half clothed when he was getting ready for bed.
The door to the bathroom opened and Hotch walked out wearing a pair of powder blue boxers. The towel wrapped around his neck only accented his bare shoulders and his legs looked positively gorgeous after all that training for the marathon. Reid groaned and rolled over; it was useless closing his eyes. The image of the man’s toned body was burned into his retinas. He stared at the wall switch on the opposite side of the room, willing his erection to go away.
“Reid? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he mumbled into the pillow. “I’m tired. We did a lot of walking today and cold weather is making my leg hurt.” It wasn’t a lie. It was just a far preferable answer to, “No, I have a crush on you and looking at your mostly naked body makes me hard. In addition to that, I’m paranoid that you might know I’m screwing a senior agent who just happens to be a man and one of your oldest friends.”
“Get some sleep. We’ll be leaving early tomorrow.” Hotch slipped under the covers of his bed turned off the light on his side.
“Easier said than done,” Reid thought. “I hope I don’t have any nightmares. Ah! I hope I don’t dream of sex with Dave. That would be even harder to explain.” Shifting, he tried to find a comfortable position that didn’t put too much weight on his leg. He rolled over, only to find Hotch staring at him. It was highly unnerving and he cursed his fair complexion as he blushed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Reid shook his head and rolled back over, but the older man continued anyway. “You’ve been doing really well lately, but I have this feeling that something is bothering you.”
“Hotch,” the man’s name rolled off his tongue. He wanted to savour it, but in light of what he was going to say it felt inappropriate. “I’m okay. I feel good. Despite all horrible things we see, mentally, I think I am doing well. I still have nightmares, but I think I’ve been dealing with them the best I can. Physically, well, you don’t have to worry there.” Reid really didn’t want Hotch to worry about how well he managing staying clean. The next part was where he was going to have to tread lightly. “I’m just working through recognizing some of those confusing social cues as you guys like to call them.” He paused, ‘Here goes.’ “The person I am seeing is ... troublesome.”
Reid could have sworn he heard Hotch mumble, “Really.” But the man just hummed his understanding. “Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out. Usually the simplest answer is the right one.” The older man’s voice changed with the next sentence, became the authoritative tone he used when questioning an UnSub, “I trust you’ll tell me if the situation changes and I have to deal with him.”
Reid’s body went taut as he digested the thinly veiled warning. “I will.”
“Good. Now go to sleep. It helps if you prop it up.”
Obediently, Reid pushed a pillow under his leg. But that wasn’t what was keeping him awake now. He kept turning it over in his head, “him” Hotch said “him.” He lay awake almost all night thinking about what Rossi would have to say about Hotch dealing with “him.”

Once again Spencer found himself sprawled across a bed in a hotel room. However, this time it was a suite and Dave had picked it for one of their liaisons. In this instance, the running water in the bathroom was from the sink. The older man had brought a bottle of scotch for them to indulge in. He was busy washing out the glasses that had been nesting in the room’s mini bar. Spencer kicked off his shoes and went to studying the ceiling. Something was different. Drinking meant talking, in the beginning they rarely talked. It wasn’t that their meetings were perfunctory, but they usually just got down to business. The young agent looked at his watch as he took it off. Thirteen minutes. He’d been in the room for thirteen minutes and all of his clothes were still on. Eight minutes ago he should have been naked. Five minutes ago he should have been gasping as Dave closed his mouth over his exposed member. And exactly one minute ago he should have been moaning as Dave languorously slid inside of him. He rolled over and sat up trying to figure out when he had become so hungry for sex. In particular, sex with Dave.
The older man walked out of the bathroom and plunked the glasses on the nightstand next to bed. “I thought we’d have a little fun.” He poured the amber liquid and handed one of the glasses to the young man.
“Fun?” Spencer swirled the contents of the glass and took a tentative sip. The fiery liquid blazed a trail down his throat. It had a vaguely tropical flavour, like papaya and the aroma was slightly woody. He took another drink, polishing half of it off before elaborating, “You realize that any more than this is probably enough get me drunk? You know I’m kind of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and I’d prefer not to be inebriated when we have sex.”
Dave chuckled, “Getting you drunk and taking advantage of you is not what I had in mind. Thought drunken sex can be fun in its own right. You just need to be a little more relaxed, I’d like to play with you for a bit.” The older man took his glass from him and poured the remainder into his own. He set both of them on the side table and proceeded to strip the boy of most of his clothes, stopping when he reached the kid’s socks. Somehow Spencer’s mismatched socks fascinated Dave to no end. The older man seemed to like leaving them on when they had sex. He would be bare naked except for the socks more times than he could count, and for some reason if he moved to take them off Dave would find away to distract him from doing so. It surprised him that sometimes the older man even remembered which ones he had been wearing days later. Dave stood and removed everything but his boxers. He pushed the young genius down and straddled his legs. Spencer was about to ask what he was doing when the man put a finger to his lips.
“Shh,” he murmured, “Just let me love you.” Spencer’s eyes grew wide. What? They tried to stay away from that word. Spencer never referred to what they did as ‘making love’ it inevitably caused his brain to go down avenues of thought he was reluctant to contemplate. He didn’t have a moment to consider the intent behind the statement as cool liquid was dribbled across his torso. Dave’s tongue was hot against his skin as he drank up the fluid pooled in the dip of his chest. “Did you know this stuff is older than you are?”
He was about to elaborate on the history and particular origins of Dave’s scotch when the senior agent’s mouth closed over one of his nipples. A strangled moan was torn from him. He jumped as he felt the man move down and pour some of the drink over his erection. He cried out as Dave followed the liquor down, licking it up before closing his mouth over Spencer’s length. He sucked him teasingly, only exerting enough pressure to make the young doctor beg for more. Dave moved back up and ghosted his breath over Spencer’s neck. He pressed his hips down grinding them together. “Spencer,” he stiffened as Dave’s arms went around him. Dave had just broken a rule. They never called each other by name in bed if they could help it, it was just too intimate. “Spencer, tell me what you want.”
Dave was testing the boundaries of their rules. What was worse was Spencer was allowing it. And instead of calling the older man out on it, he unconsciously egged him on. “Please, please, I need you,” he moaned brokenly, wanting nothing more to have the man buried deep in him.
The older man chuckled. “Okay, since you asked so nicely. Turn over and get up on your knees.” As Spencer complied he felt the bed shift. Dave had gotten up to retrieve the lube from his bag. The young agent panted as Dave stripped himself of his underwear and crawled back on the bed behind him. A warm hand ran itself down his back and he yelped when he suddenly felt the rest of the scotch splash across his lower back. His breath hitched when he felt Dave hands grip his buttocks and spread them apart, the liquor trickled down over his entrance and he mewled as a talented tongue laved at it. The next moment the tongue was replaced with a slick finger and he rocked back on it eager for more.
Dave pushed in a second finger but he was going too slowly. Spencer was sure he had never been this impatient to get fucked in his life. “Please, please, hurry.”
He whined when the man’s fingers left him. Seconds later the sound turned into a pleased ‘ahhh’ as Dave entered him, pushing inside until Spencer could feel his balls pressed against his ass. His hands fisted in the sheets and he whimpered when Dave stopped him from rocking back. “No, not yet.” He leaned down and kissed the nape of his neck then skimmed over to scrape his teeth over his shoulder. Spencer shivered as Dave’s lips then brushed over his ear. “I want you to ask me to give it to you.” He rocked his hips slightly, just enough to torment the youth below him.
Spencer couldn’t help himself, the feeling of Dave deep inside him was making him lose control. “Oh God! Dave! Please fuck me!” Spencer’s heart missed a beat. What had he just done? His thought process abandoned him as senior agent began to pump in and out at a furious pace. Spencer struggled to stay grounded but the older man tugged at his hips driving himself deeper inside. Spencer felt his arms give out as Dave struck him in the right spot. Tears began to stream from his eyes as he cried into the pillow, ‘yes, yes, please, so close.’ Dave snaked his arm around Spencer’s chest and pulled him up onto his knees, thrusting up into him as he sat on his lap. Dave’s other hand began to stroke his erection. The young doctor keened as the stimulation became too much and seconds later his release splashed over Dave’s hand. The older man felt Spencer’s muscles squeeze tightly around him and he barely managed a few more thrusts before he orgasmed, filling the young man’s hot channel with come. He followed the body in front of him down to the bed, pulling out as he rolled them over onto their sides.
Spencer came to a few moments later. After a moment of pleasant disorientation, he realised Dave had already cleaned both of them up. The older man was currently pressed against him, his arms wrapped around his middle. In Spencer’s experience cuddling was a precursor to sleep; they generally avoided sleeping over. The whole morning after thing had always been awkward the first few times. He thought it was understood that they should just steer clear of that circumstance to begin with. So what the hell was going on and why was he okay with it? Resolving to think more on it tomorrow, he surrendered to the embrace. Spencer nuzzled back into the older man who tightened his arms around him momentarily in a tender hug. As he fell into sleep, Hotch’s words resounded in his mind, “Usually the simplest answer is the right one.”

tbc
I think made Reid out to be something of a nymphomaniac...
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