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The Heart of the Matter	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5120 -:- 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.

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The Heart of the Matter
By: Siberian
Status: 1/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Reid/Hotchner
Prompt: See end notes for prompt - Written for Rounds of Kink
Rating: Mature
Summary: A quiet evening, settling in after a case, takes an unexpected turn.
Disclaimer: I wrote this story solely for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to Jeff Davis and his affiliates. As well as anyone involved in the making of the series.
Notes: And now for something a little different. If you read on, you’ll see what I mean. I hope the character's voices sound right in this story. Although I think the internal descriptions help, Spencer's voice came out a little more aggressive then he normally is in the show. So in saying that, I hope this didn't miss the mark. There are very mild spoilers for the show. If you know who Strauss is, you're all set.
Special Side Note: I wanted to take this opportunity to thank Bellamosley for suggesting a title on Rounds of Kink. I struggled with finding one for this story for a very long time. I ended up going a different direction but that doesn't mean it wasn't appreciated regardless. :) Hopefully soon I'll be able to leave a direct comment on LJ.
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When he arrived home the apartment was still empty. That didn’t surprise him because it was common for his lover to have to stay late at the office. After dropping his things off close to the door, he made his way into the kitchen and set about making a pot of coffee. He probably didn’t need the caffeine. It had only been an hour since he’d finished his store bought cup at work. Despite that he didn’t debate with himself whether he’d have more. As it brewed he kept himself busy by emptying the dishwasher. He’d managed to finish putting away the clean dishes and was almost done emptying the few dirty dishes from the sink when the coffee stopped brewing.
After taking the time to completely finish as well as wash up, he grabbed a mug to pour himself a cup of the hot liquid. He drank it down slowly, savoring the taste and the fragrant smell. The mug was about half-empty when he heard the front door close. “Spencer?” Lowering his cup enough to speak, he called out toward the living room. “In here Aaron.” There was the sound of some rustling movement in the other room before he was joined in the tiny kitchen. The moment their gazes connected he was given a small smile. “Hi.” With a smile of his own, he returned the light greeting. “Hi.”
The dark gaze moved from his form briefly to light on the coffee pot. “That smells good.” He turned a little toward the counter at his back, setting his coffee mug down in the process. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll make you a cup.” Turning away completely then he took another mug down from the cabinet. Another second later he felt two arms wrap loosely around his waist. He could feel the warm solid presence at his back just seconds before a gentle kiss landed on his neck. Pausing in his activities, he turned his head a little so they could share a quick kiss.
It wasn’t until he faced forward once more that he continued to speak. “How was the rest of your day?” The question produced a weary sigh. “The paperwork I could deal with. Speaking with Straus however was as frustrating as usual.” He frowned a little, using a spoon to mix in a small amount of sugar. “I don’t know why she has it out for you. There is no question that you’re wonderful at your job. All anyone has to do to see that is to look at the results of our team. I mean, I’m not saying we’re the best or anything but your leadership shouldn’t even be called into question. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”
Another small kiss landed on his neck. The tilt of the lips told him the other man was smiling. “As always, thank you for your unwavering faith in me.” He turned his head just slightly until their gazes could connect a second time. “It’s well deserved.” Not giving Hotch a chance to respond, he started to pull out of the loose embrace. In reaction the hold on him tightened, his lover making a low grumble of protest. He chuckled slightly, warmth spreading through him at knowing Hotch didn’t want to let him go. “I need you to let me move away.”
The response when it came was grumbled out in a low voice. “Why?” Lifting his right hand, he settled it gently on top of the hand resting on his stomach. “I have to get the milk for your coffee.” There was another irritated grumble and a small squeeze around his waist. “Alright.” A quick soft kiss landed on his neck before he was completely released. “Hurry back.” He looked toward the other man at the words, taking in the way he was propped against the counter on his left hip. There was a playful smile being sent in his direction. The smile that came to his own lips was unavoidable. “I will.”
Moving over to the fridge, he withdrew the milk before moving back over to the waiting coffee cup. Only using his eyesight to judge, he poured in the proper amount. Putting the container down on the counter, he took up the spoon’s handle in the mug and started to stir its contents until the dark coffee was a light brown. Seeing that it was ready, he pulled the spoon out of the mug. It made its way into the sink after a quick rinse under the faucet. He would put it in the dishwasher later after dinner. Grabbing up the milk again, he replaced it in the fridge now that everything else was done.
Turning away from the white appliance he was greeted with a hand gently sliding over his face. A slow smile came to his face as Hotch leaned closer. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” The fingers slid into his hair a second before a soft kiss landed on his lips. He tilted his head a little to the left, sinking into the affection being bestowed on him in such a gentle manner. Using light presses he pushed against his lover’s lips, letting him know that the touch was being enjoy very much. When the other man pulled him closer he went gladly.
The heat between them steadily increased and he started to feel enclosed by Hotch’s frame. He always felt so small in these moments. For the first time in his life he welcomed the feeling. It was distinctly different from before, now it was comforting. He felt protected. With a slight gasp he turned his head away. As much as he didn’t want to end the kiss, his lungs were already burning heavily from the lack of oxygen. Undeterred the gentle lips started to travel down his neck. He felt a hand slide down his spine to settle in the curve of his lower back.
With a small pull the touch tucked him more firmly into Hotch’s strong chest. It made him feel a little weak in the knees. What had started out as an innocent kiss was quickly starting to spiral into foreplay. Although he was all for this progressing, he desperately wanted to take a shower first. He’d been in the field most of the day and he was sure he didn’t smell too pleasant. “Aaron.” There was a step forward which pushed him backward. Another half step later found his back gently pressed up against the fridge. The other man’s body settled more fully against his own, a slow rub to his groin making him aware of his lover’s half-hard state.
His head tipped back at the sensation, his own hips jerking up to reciprocate the motion. Suddenly he couldn’t seem to think. The only thoughts in his mind at all were the memories of what they’d already done in the apartment. When they’d first moved in together they’d spent the first two weeks christening every room. That’s all he could think about now, the numerous heated encounters they’d had in this tiny space. By the time he was able to pull himself out of the memories, he was hard enough to tent the front of his pants and his left leg was starting to lift to wrap around a strong undulating hip. “Uhh…wait.” The words were enough to stop his lover’s movements.
Another second later, his gaze connected with a dark brown heavily dilated gaze. “What’s wrong?” It took him a few seconds to find the words. All of it was so distracting, the look being leveled his way, the hardness pressed into his left hip and the memory of the glorious friction he’d stopped. Just thinking on it was almost enough for him to forget his shower. The key word there was almost. On this particular case Hotch had been inside whereas he was out in the hot sun all day. They had been in Florida again and it was mid-June. When they caught up with the unsub it had still been early, so they’d left for home right away.
That in turn had meant no time for a shower at the hotel and the rest of the day spent in air conditioning adhering the sweat to his skin. He felt really disgusting. As much as he would try not to think about it if they were together, he knew that it would cause moments of distraction. That was the last thing he wanted when they had a chance to be alone. Sucking in another mouthful of air, he pushed out his response despite his light panting. “Nothing. Just…need a shower first.” A sly grin slid over his lover’s lips. It made the air whoosh from his lungs.
The look was distinctly wicked and Hotch always pulled that off so well. “Do you want to take one together?” He just refrained from groaning. The mere suggestion made his erection jump in his pants. As much as his body liked the idea though, he really wanted to wait until after he was done. Although travel was common in their job, it still managed to make him weary. He was looking forward to being stretched out on their comfortable bed. Lifting up his hand, he slid his fingertips gently over his lover’s damp lips. “Maybe in the morning. I’ve missed our bed.”
It was the truth. This case had taken them almost a week to solve which meant a week without Hotch at his side. When they were at work, they kept it professional. It could be torture-some at times but they’d both agreed it was for the best. A small nod was sent his way before the lips pressed a gentle kiss to his fingertips. When the other man started to move away, he let his hand fall to his side. “Okay baby, I understand that. I’ve missed it too. I’m going to finish up in here and then I’ll meet you in our bedroom.” Before he could question what he meant by finishing up, Hotch was once more leaning against the counter sipping out of his coffee cup.
With everything that was happening, he’d completely forgotten about the drink. Sending a small smile the other man’s way, he left the room to make his way toward the bedroom. He arrived at their bedroom shortly and immediately headed to the attached bath. Not bothering to shut the door, he started to strip out of his clothes. As the layers came off they found their way into the dirty clothes hamper. The only item he left out was his jacket. That particular item found its way to the bathroom counter. It was dry clean only so there was no point in putting it with the items that could be laundered.
Moving over to the tub, he turned on the faucet. He gave the water a few seconds to heat up before testing it by sticking his fingers under the spray. Although it was only lukewarm he climbed into the tub anyway. Closing the curtain with one hand, he re-adjusted the shower head until it was pointing directly downward. It was only then that he pulled the lever that would redirect the water. Despite his preparations some of it still splashed against his skin, making him shiver slightly at the too cool temperature. In no time at all though, it was finally warm enough for him to start.
He made quick work of getting his body wet and started in on his hair when it was plastered flat to his head. The short strands where shampooed with vigorously massaging fingers. It was rinsed out soon enough only to be replaced with conditioner. Since the conditioner needed some time to set, he picked up his bath sponge and slathered copious amounts of body wash on its fluffy surface. It was as he was scrubbing off the grime of the day that he was reminded of his aroused state. He’d been trying valiantly to ignore it but the steady contact made his awareness of it unavoidable.
The tightness at his groin had waned a little since he’d left the kitchen. It just wasn’t enough overall for his member to soften completely. In a way that was probably a good thing. It’s just that it was annoying noticing it now when he really couldn’t do anything about relieving the tension. As he continued to move the sponge, the breath started to push more heavily between his lips. The moist atmosphere in the shower gained more heat; his own internal temperature rising immediately afterward. When the bath sponge was at his hips, it took all of his willpower to not slide it over his groin.
In truth maybe that would have been a good thing. Maybe he would have paid the price for it and it would have felt highly uncomfortable. Of course knowing his luck, it probably would have felt fantastic. Pushing the thoughts away, he scrubbed down the remainder of his body. When he was done, he rinsed out the sponge as best as he could. Hanging it back up when he was finished, he then reached for the bar soap sitting wet in the mounted ceramic soap dish. Using brisk motions he lathered up his hands until suds started to slide down his wrists.
Then taking a deep steadying breath, he reached down to clean his groin. The minute his fingers slid into the wet dark curls he shifted a little on his feet. Although he kept his touch gentle the skin was over sensitized already and it only helped to increase the level of his arousal. By the time he actually wrapped his hand around his hard member, he couldn’t hold back the deep moan that suddenly built in his throat. Tightening his grip a little, he stroked over the ridged surface. Pulling his hand away another moment later, he reached down to slide his hand over the tight sack beneath.
It hardened a little more at his touch, making his body curl forward with the spike of pleasure. After a few seconds he moved his hand back up toward his erection. The stroking started up again. He kept telling himself that it was to make sure he was clean. That was all. When the gathered soap at his groin started to slide heavily down his legs he forced his hand away. At the retreat his member twitched hard, making another moan rattle out of his chest. Leaning against the wall heavily, he took a moment to collect himself as the water beat down his back.
Finally after several long seconds he leaned back up to retrieve the previously abandoned soap. A few less brisk motions re-soaped his hands before he replaced it in the dish. With another shudder of breath, he leaned against the wall once more using the bent position to cant his hips outward. Reaching back with his right hand, he started to soap up his backside. He slid over the mounds of flesh slowly. The area was covered but he coated it a second time. Although the touch felt teasing, he denied that he was doing anything except cleaning up.
When he dipped in between the mounds of flesh, a small gasp escaped his partially open mouth. He ran his fingers along the valley, his fingertips settling on the tight ring of muscle soon after. Biting his lower lip, he circled there for a moment. It wasn’t really necessary for him to take it further. He was clean enough without pushing any fingers inside. Still, he reasoned that his lover would be there soon enough. So a little more thorough cleaning couldn’t really hurt. With a low moan, he pushed one finger inside. Turning his wrist from side to side in a gentle rocking motion he did his best to spread around the soap. As he did this, he prodded the muscle with two more fingertips.
Not really making a conscious decision to do so, he pushed in a second finger with some force. The pressure increased a little but his body easily accepted the invasion. He cried out softly at the extra fullness, his hips starting to push back into his hand. It was the feeling of his erection swelling that brought him back to reality. If he didn’t stop soon, he’d finish before he wanted to. With that thought in mind, he forced himself to pull away the tempting touch. As soon as his hand was no longer occupied, he pushed both hands into the wall as he tried to calm down.
Long minutes passed before he was finally able to start rinsing off. The feeling of the water sliding down his erection was almost as bad as the feeling of it sliding over his entrance. When his skin was free of the soap, he rewashed his hands one more time before tipping his head back to free his hair of the conditioner. Now that he was completely finished, he turned off the shower and cautiously climbed out of the tub. Making sure to stay on the deep green bathmat, he reached out with one hand to snag a towel off the rack mounted to the wall.
He ran the fluffy material over his head briskly a few times before wrapping it tightly around his waist. Although his hair was sticking up at odd angles, he didn’t bother running a comb through it. Considering that it would get mussed before it was dry again there was really no point. Moving into the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Hotch lying in their bed. The cream colored sheet was pooled around the other man’s hips but his chest was already bare. That was a good indication that his lover was completely unclothed. “Did you have fun in there?”
It only took him about two seconds to realize that Hotch must have heard him in the shower. Another second later he turned crimson. Feeling the need to explain, he pushed out a response he hoped would be reassuring. “I didn’t…I mean I made sure I didn’t um finish.” A small gesture indicating his waist was sent his way before the other man responded verbally. “I know. I can tell.” Shifting a little on his feet, he looked down. The towel was heavily tented, making it obvious he was still rock hard. He didn’t exactly know why but that made his flush deepen.
The small chuckle that followed his reaction only made his face feel hotter. “Don’t be embarrassed baby. I had some fun out here too.” He looked up again at that, watching the way Hotch’s hand shifted under the sheet. “It took everything I had to follow your wishes and not join you in the shower anyway.” The heat remained on his face but this time he felt warm for a different reason. Before he could think of anything to say, his lover continued in a playful tone. “What are you waiting for Spencer? Get your butt over here.” With a sudden wide smile, he quickly made his way to the bed.
The sheet was pulled back just slightly seconds before he landed on the mattress with a small bounce. He had barely managed to lie down when an arm wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. Almost the second he was flush with Hotch’s body the towel was ripped off. It was thrown carelessly behind his lover’s back, finding a home somewhere unseen on the floor. The grip on his waist tightened again until he could feel their groins slide together. At the touch they both tensed with a moan but within seconds his lover was smiling widely. “There that’s much better.”
He couldn’t agree more. Before he could voice as much his lips were taken in a thorough kiss. Lifting up his hands, he slid the right hand over a stubbled cheek and dropped the left onto a strong shoulder. Using his fingertips he started to stroke over the soft skin, melting into the kiss even more completely then his muscles melted into the mattress. They kissed languidly for a long time, their bodies sliding together slowly in small shifts of movement. His arousal was just starting to hedge toward desperate when his lips were abandoned.
With two dazed blinks, he looked up toward Hotch taking in his warm smile. “Did you want to top tonight? I know it’s been awhile.” The question was so unexpected that he blinked again with surprise. It was rare that he wasn’t on the bottom. His lover was the epitome of gentle but he was also extremely dominant. All it took was one look from Hotch to have some suspects completely intimidated. When they had gotten together he’d easily accepted the more submissive role. Not only because it was easier for him to fall into but it had seemed silly to deny such a well known fact.
In truth, it wasn’t even like it really mattered to either of them. When they were intimate they just did what felt good. Still, he tended to let his lover take the lead. It had just seemed like the natural thing to do, so when Hotch wanted to change things up a little it was always surprising. This time around though, he was being asked a question. If it had been a request he would have been all for it but as it stood he didn’t feel a deep need to be on top tonight. With a smile, he did his best to reassure the other man. “No, that’s okay. I love feeling you inside of me.”
Instead of accomplishing its goal, the words instead made a small frown appear on Hotch’s face. Before he could try to analyze just why that was, the expression was smoothed away by another gentle smile. “Are you sure? I know it’s been a really long time.” His features scrunched a little with his confusion. It had been a long time, months actually. Still, he didn’t understand why his lover didn’t believe him. “Yes, it’s fine. I just want to be with you.” There was a pinch to Hotch’s features, a clear sign that he was feeling frustrated. It worried him to see the expression.
Another moment later it was gone but he’d managed to see it anyway. He was still trying to puzzle out what was wrong when a hand circled his erection. Without pause, it moved upward in a hard stroke. The intent look he had on his lover’s face was cut off as his eyelids fluttered shut. His back arched a little, his hips jerking forward in a half-hearted thrust. There was a small push right before he found himself on his back. Another second later he felt the bed jostle a little and then there was the feeling of the other man’s presence leaning over his body.
“I’m surprised. Don’t you miss the feeling of a warm slick channel wrapped tight around your hard erection?” He moaned loudly at the blunt question, his hips thrusting up again with a little more force. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked up only to see his lover looking down. The focus of the dark gaze was the erection in his grip. There was a look in Hotch’s eyes that brought him out of his daze with a sudden stunning clarity. Deciding to test his theory, he dismissed the heated inquiry. “That sounds great but I can’t tonight. I’m just too tired.” The focused gaze flicked upward to reconnect with his own eyes.
He did his best to hide his intentions. Even after all of his years as a profiler he was still a terrible liar and his lover always knew when he wasn’t being completely honest. In this particular instance though he wasn’t technically lying, so that would work to his advantage, as well as the fact that Hotch was currently distracted. The other man leaned down a few seconds later, his lips sliding over his neck in sweeping brushes. “I could ride you, if you want.” Before he could even gather a breath to respond, his lover moved until he was straddling his thighs.
It was as he suspected. He had given Hotch an obstacle and he’d quickly found a way around it. Looking down toward their hips, he took in his erection critically. Despite his achievements over the years he was never one to brag. The same held true for any physical attributes. There were a lot of his corporeal traits that others had found fault with over the years. He was too skinny, his wrists looked delicate, he wore glasses and the list went on until he was a ball of insecurity. The one thing he never got teased about though was his size in that area.
On the rare occasion he’d had to undress in front of other boys, it had been obvious from the start that he was blessed. It wasn’t something he really thought about. Although the knowledge was there it was just a fact. Something as important to him as knowing that he is 6’1 or that his eyes are hazel. It was hard for him to remember that other people took notice of his endowment. Looking away from his own erection, he skimmed his gaze over his lover’s own attribute. Compared to the statistical parameters of the average male, Hotch was well endowed as well.
The length of it was long; there was a full satisfying thickness. He might be bigger overall but his lover was nothing to sneeze at. It wasn’t any wonder to him that he loved that part of the other man’s body. There had been too many times to count, that he’d felt it pressing deep inside or he’d had it stuffed down the back of his throat. All of the times he’d let himself revel in that feeling of desire, he’d never once thought to speculate whether his lover could feel that way about his erection. “Spencer?” The question in the guise of his name had been breathily whispered into his ear.
He had become lost in his thoughts but now he was fully back in the present. It was obvious to him now that Hotch was hiding what he truly desired. For the life of him, the reasoning behind the decision eluded him. All he did know was that he was determined to bring what was really going on out into the light of day. He had to admit, even if it was just to himself, that he was a little hurt. They were supposed to be able to tell each other anything. At his continued silence the other man leaned back. There was a look on his face that he easily recognized.
It was a fear of being found out and underneath that inexorably tied together was the fear of rejection. The hurt he felt faded away. He could understand those emotions easily, too easily. Maybe his lover just didn’t know how to ask. They all expected him to be the rock, always saw him as being so dominant. When the other man was in pain it was hard for him to seek solace. This was just another type of emotional vulnerability and suddenly he knew that’s why Hotch had remained silent. He did understand that but it wasn’t good enough. The only goal he had in this relationship was for them both to be happy.
That wouldn’t happen if his lover felt unsatisfied. “Spencer? What’s wrong?” Instead of directly answering he asked a question of his own. “Why can’t you just ask for it?” The question obviously threw the other man, his features creasing in confusion. “What?” Leaning up on his elbows, he reached toward the bedside table. The angle made it a little awkward to get what he needed out of the top drawer. After several frustrating minutes he was successful in his endeavors. With an almost stern air, he threw the tube of lubricant on the bed. “Prepare yourself.”
TBC...
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