Triggers of Lust [FanFic]
Title: Triggers of Lust
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Hotch/Reid, Reid/Ethan, Ethan/OFC
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Both Ethan's and Hotch's words from their face-off affect the other...and Reid as well.
Notes: This is AU but there are Season 5 spoilers!! Piece 19 of my "Breaking the Bonds" series...it takes place pretty much just after the last piece. There's cursing, vague references to child abuse, drug usage, lots of sexual activity (het and slash both), and, as always, angst. (Ethan was Reid's friend from Season 2's "Jones".) This one is cut up much like an earlier piece, going back and forth between what's happening with Hotch and Reid and what's happening with Ethan.
For the first time in two months of cases and travels Hotch divvied up the rooms so that he and Reid shared one. The memories of Ethan, of his words and smirks, were just too much to allow him to leave Reid anywhere but right beside him. With him.
Of course once he had Reid as his roommate he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say next. He unpacked in silence as Reid tossed his bag by the bed he intended to sleep in. It was Reid who spoke first and, unlike Hotch hoped, the younger man was in no mood to beat around the proverbial bush.
“What happened between you and Ethan in the men’s room?”
“Nothing,” Hotch shrugged out as he shut the last of his clothing in a drawer.
“Bullshit!” Reid snapped immediately, surprising even himself.
Hotch turned, as surprised as Reid despite the appearance of narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. “Excuse me?”
Reid headed over to his superior, emboldened by anger and frustration more than was wise with Hotch’s most recent treatment towards him. “I said bullshit,” he stared back at Hotch “What happened? What did you say?”
“Why do you assume I said something?”
“Oh I’m sure Ethan said things too, but I’m asking you.”
“That so?”
Reid moved closer, “What did you say to Ethan, Aaron?” Hotch stayed mute, so Reid switched tactics. “Why did you make me your roommate?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” Reid dropped his voice soft and insistent.
***
Ethan gave his credit card to the waitress and waited until she came back before flashing her a few folded up hundreds. “Heloise, right?” The dark-tanned woman smiled a little in reply that the man took as confirmation. “Here’s your tip, Heloise.”
“Kinda high, in’it?” the woman asked in a thick Cajun accent as she took the cash anyway.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that,” Ethan picked up his Southern with his smirk. “Ya earned it, darlin’.”
“’Ow’d I do dat?”
“Bein’ yourself and puttin’ up with me and all my friends tonight.”
“Ya’ll were lovely.”
“Ah, not me, I’m a scoundrel,” Ethan said with a faux seriousness that caused the woman to laugh.
“’Andsome one.”
“Think so?” The woman nodded and Ethan smiled a touch. “When you get off?”
“When ya git me off,” Heloise The Waitress teased boldly causing Ethan to laugh aloud.
***
Reid knew he kissed first, but that was it.
He couldn’t recall how Hotch’s jacket ended up on the floor or his shirt lost the top buttons even though his tie stayed around his neck. It was just a blur of movement where things suddenly happened, seemingly on their own.
For the first time Hotch didn’t care that he didn’t know what he was doing. He just…wanted. If Ethan could act on impulse then so he could, and he could do it better. The man’s hands fumbled to untuck Reid’s shirt and then grew distracted by a waist they could control the younger agent by. Hotch gripped, pulled, and pushed as his kisses grew ever more demanding and aggressive.
Spencer complied; he complied all the way to the hotel mattress that bounced him a little when he landed on it. Before he got more than an “Aar –“ out Hotch’s lips were claiming his in something that might’ve been a kiss if he didn’t feel the piercing of teeth and taste of blood-metal.
Hotch’s red tie signaled the warning to Spencer. Spencer countered by using skilled hands to pull it apart and toss it aside.
***
The drive was short, but Ethan had always been skilled in multitasking and she was wet and ready by the time they reached the door to his place. And, by the time they reached the other side of the door, Ethan had her pinned up against it.
Ethan loved Spencer, but he needed a woman now. He needed his hands to lift a gauze skirt and rest it on childbearing hips so his fingers could slip up into thighs with teardrops of excitement on them.
“Ah cher,” Heloise moaned as she pulled and twisted Ethan’s shirt, reached under and felt stomach that still held loosely to what was a tight six pack in his twenties.
His mouth moved down lips, neck, and collarbone to take in breast through her shirt and bra. It wasn’t enough, those demons were still growling cruelly from behind him. He started to maneuver the woman’s thong from around those rounded hips he appreciated so much at the moment.
***
Friction of bodies and fabric caused both men to harden…to pant and moan and shiver and sweat. Reid grabbed Hotch by the tuffs of black hair the man had as he pressed into each grinding movement the other made. He shouldn’t do this, but bodies can’t always be controlled and the two fed off each other.
Hotch’s hips moved the only way they knew how in this position…in harsh, needy, thrusts. A hand moved up and grabbed Reid’s hair; fisted it as it'd done when it was Haley’s hair darkening in the heats of passion during their years of happy marriage.
Reid’s hands went to Hotch’s belt first.
“Do yours,” Aaron ordered into the other's mouth.
***
Ethan played, he knew he shouldn’t, not if he really wanted a relationship, but those two facts weren’t exactly connecting in his brain at the moment. Right now all he could think was how much he wanted to get this woman on her back screaming his name. It was these thoughts that brought Ethan and the waitress crashing into his bedroom, his fingers already sticky sweet from her cunt.
Boney, tanned, hands undid his belt and fly easily before grabbing his erection. Heloise smiled wickedly at the guttural sound that escaped his throat.
It took all levels of his will for Ethan to pull away with the whisper, “Rubber.” If he was going to fuck around he’d at least have the decency to not risk bringing anything back to Spencer…or knocking up a waitress.
Lips pressed open-mouthed kisses to every inch they could reach as the man shifted and stretched to the bedside table drawer. Teeth scraped lightly over ribs as hands pushed down his opened khakis and boxers.
Ethan smirked, then groaned, as the lips found the scar just above his right hip.
***
Aaron shoved and yanked Reid’s pants down until they hit ankles, then his lust raged up again. He ignored the rest of the task in favor of pressing his lips to skin new to him…Spencer’s stomach. The gasp that he’s rewarded spurred him on.
His lips explored jutting ribs and soft flanks, skin so soft he thought he’d bruise it with kisses alone. When his lips passed over the man’s navel, he felt muscles he didn’t know Reid had ripple out a moan deeper than he expected. So deep it nearly startled him, froze the hand that’d been headed down into Reid’s boxers. Yet the freeze was only momentary as a whimper followed and Aaron felt reassured that it was Spencer Reid he was with. The Spencer Reid he hadn't been able to stop thinking about for two months. His Spencer Reid that his own pride had kept him from.
***
The waitress gasped with an arch as Ethan slid in deep. He’d nearly forgotten how different a woman could feel and sound, how smooth they were to lay over save for those lovely breasts that could act as pillows and how soft their moans, even deep-throated growls, could be. How a woman would hook damp thighs up around you so that, hours later, you still smell of their sex.
He twisted slightly to take a breast into his mouth, let his tongue play with the hardened nipple as he sucked, pinched, and pulled between teeth, as he moved inside her. It wasn’t until she began to squirm under him that he released with a smirk. He dived for the other as she hissed out.
***
Spencer shared Aaron’s hesitation, but for a very different reason. Even knowing Ethan, knowing the man’s tendency to fall into bed with the nearest pretty thing with tits when stressed, he felt guilt start to bubble up. Two wrongs don’t make a right, as the saying goes. He should stop this. He should stop Aaron. He should…
“Fuck, yes,” the words fell out the young agent’s mouth in a gasp as a warm, strong, hand grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke. The movements were only a little surer than the first time Aaron used his hand, but that little bit made a difference. The difference that kept Reid from second guessing this, from recounting all the potential fall-outs of this tryst. “Faster,” he requested with an arch of his back.
The feel of the other man was familiar to Aaron and he could recall some of the things Spencer liked previously this time. He could work curses, cries, and even bucks much easier. He loved it; he loved having the ability to get another to writhe like Reid was writhing. He was the cause of Reid's pleasure, of Reid's hard, throbbing, member, and of Reid's gasps and pants. It felt good. Right, almost. Aaron twisted his hand over the slick head on a down-stroke and the movement caused the boxers to slide away.
Aaron had never paid much attention to his own cock, not since puberty anyway, but he paid attention to Spencer’s. It’s thick and straight (though swung a little from the break free) and long, but not red. More pink, pink with small blue designs where veins carried blood to heat and swell. The tip was smooth and round save for the small slit that leaked that clear fluid he’d first tasted in Reid’s living room.
This was not the time for tentative tastings though; this was the time to take the plunge. Aaron wrapped his lips around the head of Spencer’s cock and gave light suck. He got a pure cry of pleasure in reply. That was his Spencer. HIS.
***
The first time Heloise touched the back of Ethan’s neck he just maneuvered out of the touch, got her hand back to his hair. The second time she dug nails in and he tried to ignore it but ended up so tense he had to shift out of the hold or risk losing his hard-on.
Normally this wasn’t a problem for him with women, ironically with women having the back of his neck touched tended to feel good. Maybe because their hands were softer, their touch was more playful, or because they were generally underneath him when it happened. The only man who could even come close to touching the back of Ethan's neck without getting his arm broken was Spencer and Spencer, bless him, almost never did the act to start.
Yet tonight it was a problem. After the mini-profile Agent Hotchner gave him Ethan didn’t want to be touched there at all. Not by anyone. Not while he could still feel those dark shadows of…
He grunted out a curse as he felt Heloise’s hand where it shouldn’t be a third time. It caused his pace to turn driving, aggressive, punishing almost.
The woman’s moan turned to gasps and strange sounds like caterwauling. She was close, she was going on instincts now, and her grip on him tightened.
So was Ethan as he grabbed her hand and, this time, used his to keep it pinned to the bed. The act caused her nails to dig into his ass and scratch their way up his lower back as they creaked the bed in their synched thrusts and bucks.
She cursed in another language as Ethan felt her cunt turn into a vice, holding him deep to milk his orgasm from him. And milk it did.
His balls sucked up into him and his teeth bore down where throat met chest on the waitress’s tanned skin as he came.
What had started as a distraction from Hotch’s words had finished as a chore because of them. Fucking SSA Aaron Hotchner.
***
Aaron knelt between Spencer’s quaking legs at the end of the bed as he suckled. His tongue moved on its own to collect that strange tasting pre-cum and he swallowed it down along with his own spit. This time he didn’t mind the taste, it didn’t bother him at all.
“Fuck…more,” the gasping command came with a lifting of hips from Spencer.
Aaron took the risk, opened wider and took in more. His lips moved over ridges and divots and his tongue tasted the man that Spencer truly was. A heated mix of sweat and pheromones and pre-cum. He moaned out with Reid as he moved a hand down his pants to knead his own hardening cock.
Spencer sat up, braced his hands behind him to remain upright, because he needed to see this. Needed to watch Aaron’s mouth, those tight, thin, lips of his superior, slip and slide over his first inch or two. It was an amazing fucking sight that released another groan from deep within Spencer’s diaphragm, which bubbled out as cousin to an outright growl.
Aaron felt long fingers splay over the top of his head, then curl deep into his scalp. He moaned as his moved his own hand faster and his boxer-briefs began to stick to him slightly.
“That’s right…” Reid’s voice struck Hotch’s ears deep and harsh and arousing, “suck me off. Make me cum.” He was so fucking close he could almost taste it.
So you’re the one on your knees in the fantasy…, the words pushed in suddenly. Uninvited. They set whatever pace Aaron had right off track and the man pulled his mouth off the other’s dick completely. No. Ethan would not be right about him.
Spencer frowned in concern that he’d pushed it all too far. Not that there was need for concern, he knew things had gone too far. Far too far. He opened his mouth to call the night off, but got shoved back onto the bed instead.
Aaron mounted immediately; let his pants grow marked with the fluids lingering on Reid’s cock as his hands tore feverishly at shirt buttons.
Fine fabric rubbed its way across the underside of Spencer's length and sent an expected thrill through the genius agent. His sack tightened and he cursed loud as he ruined the front of his boss’s suit pants completely.
As quickly as his orgasm threatened to come at the feeling of Spencer’s release over his pants and bare stomach it left. It left as Aaron caught sight of the deep red and purple bruise in the shape of a mouth tucked back into the slope where the younger man’s neck met his shoulder. Spencer had already been marked and Aaron knew just by whom.
“Fuck!” Aaron snapped in near rage as he punched back on the mattress to stand back up. Without another word he turned, grabbed some clothing out of the drawers, and headed into the bathroom.
As thoroughly as Ethan and his words might've pushed Aaron to act, they'd also stopped him brutally. Aaron Hotchner wanted Spencer Reid, but he wasn't one to share or become "the other man". Fucking Ethan Bellamy.
***
“Wanna bump?” Heloise asked as she lounged on Ethan’s couch in her ruined skirt.
Ethan glanced over from his mini-bar and saw the white power all lined up for the taking. He shrugged as he headed over with their drinks; Gin and tonic for her, Jack and Coke for him.
The woman finished her line and smiled as she took her glass and sipped. “It’s good stuff. Pure.”
“Sure,” Ethan sighed out, "Why not?" Cocaine was never his issue, heroine was, and he might as well get something out of the night.
"Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love." ~ E. M. Forster
Next Section:
Apathy As Disguise: Part 1
Previous Sections:
Diagnosing the Disease
Breaking the Bonds
Shaky Control
Reality of Escape
Ill Judgment
The Memorial Nightmare
Painfully Numb
One Slip
Degrees of Sin
Dirty Clean
Avoid the Unavoidable
Reenact the Act
A Bullet and a Twist: Part 1
A Bullet and a Twist: Part 2
Serenity Swallowed
Line in the Circle
Stand to Crash
Escape and Burn
Green With Tension
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Hotch/Reid, Reid/Ethan, Ethan/OFC
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Both Ethan's and Hotch's words from their face-off affect the other...and Reid as well.
Notes: This is AU but there are Season 5 spoilers!! Piece 19 of my "Breaking the Bonds" series...it takes place pretty much just after the last piece. There's cursing, vague references to child abuse, drug usage, lots of sexual activity (het and slash both), and, as always, angst. (Ethan was Reid's friend from Season 2's "Jones".) This one is cut up much like an earlier piece, going back and forth between what's happening with Hotch and Reid and what's happening with Ethan.
For the first time in two months of cases and travels Hotch divvied up the rooms so that he and Reid shared one. The memories of Ethan, of his words and smirks, were just too much to allow him to leave Reid anywhere but right beside him. With him.
Of course once he had Reid as his roommate he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say next. He unpacked in silence as Reid tossed his bag by the bed he intended to sleep in. It was Reid who spoke first and, unlike Hotch hoped, the younger man was in no mood to beat around the proverbial bush.
“What happened between you and Ethan in the men’s room?”
“Nothing,” Hotch shrugged out as he shut the last of his clothing in a drawer.
“Bullshit!” Reid snapped immediately, surprising even himself.
Hotch turned, as surprised as Reid despite the appearance of narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. “Excuse me?”
Reid headed over to his superior, emboldened by anger and frustration more than was wise with Hotch’s most recent treatment towards him. “I said bullshit,” he stared back at Hotch “What happened? What did you say?”
“Why do you assume I said something?”
“Oh I’m sure Ethan said things too, but I’m asking you.”
“That so?”
Reid moved closer, “What did you say to Ethan, Aaron?” Hotch stayed mute, so Reid switched tactics. “Why did you make me your roommate?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” Reid dropped his voice soft and insistent.
Ethan gave his credit card to the waitress and waited until she came back before flashing her a few folded up hundreds. “Heloise, right?” The dark-tanned woman smiled a little in reply that the man took as confirmation. “Here’s your tip, Heloise.”
“Kinda high, in’it?” the woman asked in a thick Cajun accent as she took the cash anyway.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that,” Ethan picked up his Southern with his smirk. “Ya earned it, darlin’.”
“’Ow’d I do dat?”
“Bein’ yourself and puttin’ up with me and all my friends tonight.”
“Ya’ll were lovely.”
“Ah, not me, I’m a scoundrel,” Ethan said with a faux seriousness that caused the woman to laugh.
“’Andsome one.”
“Think so?” The woman nodded and Ethan smiled a touch. “When you get off?”
“When ya git me off,” Heloise The Waitress teased boldly causing Ethan to laugh aloud.
Reid knew he kissed first, but that was it.
He couldn’t recall how Hotch’s jacket ended up on the floor or his shirt lost the top buttons even though his tie stayed around his neck. It was just a blur of movement where things suddenly happened, seemingly on their own.
For the first time Hotch didn’t care that he didn’t know what he was doing. He just…wanted. If Ethan could act on impulse then so he could, and he could do it better. The man’s hands fumbled to untuck Reid’s shirt and then grew distracted by a waist they could control the younger agent by. Hotch gripped, pulled, and pushed as his kisses grew ever more demanding and aggressive.
Spencer complied; he complied all the way to the hotel mattress that bounced him a little when he landed on it. Before he got more than an “Aar –“ out Hotch’s lips were claiming his in something that might’ve been a kiss if he didn’t feel the piercing of teeth and taste of blood-metal.
Hotch’s red tie signaled the warning to Spencer. Spencer countered by using skilled hands to pull it apart and toss it aside.
The drive was short, but Ethan had always been skilled in multitasking and she was wet and ready by the time they reached the door to his place. And, by the time they reached the other side of the door, Ethan had her pinned up against it.
Ethan loved Spencer, but he needed a woman now. He needed his hands to lift a gauze skirt and rest it on childbearing hips so his fingers could slip up into thighs with teardrops of excitement on them.
“Ah cher,” Heloise moaned as she pulled and twisted Ethan’s shirt, reached under and felt stomach that still held loosely to what was a tight six pack in his twenties.
His mouth moved down lips, neck, and collarbone to take in breast through her shirt and bra. It wasn’t enough, those demons were still growling cruelly from behind him. He started to maneuver the woman’s thong from around those rounded hips he appreciated so much at the moment.
Friction of bodies and fabric caused both men to harden…to pant and moan and shiver and sweat. Reid grabbed Hotch by the tuffs of black hair the man had as he pressed into each grinding movement the other made. He shouldn’t do this, but bodies can’t always be controlled and the two fed off each other.
Hotch’s hips moved the only way they knew how in this position…in harsh, needy, thrusts. A hand moved up and grabbed Reid’s hair; fisted it as it'd done when it was Haley’s hair darkening in the heats of passion during their years of happy marriage.
Reid’s hands went to Hotch’s belt first.
“Do yours,” Aaron ordered into the other's mouth.
Ethan played, he knew he shouldn’t, not if he really wanted a relationship, but those two facts weren’t exactly connecting in his brain at the moment. Right now all he could think was how much he wanted to get this woman on her back screaming his name. It was these thoughts that brought Ethan and the waitress crashing into his bedroom, his fingers already sticky sweet from her cunt.
Boney, tanned, hands undid his belt and fly easily before grabbing his erection. Heloise smiled wickedly at the guttural sound that escaped his throat.
It took all levels of his will for Ethan to pull away with the whisper, “Rubber.” If he was going to fuck around he’d at least have the decency to not risk bringing anything back to Spencer…or knocking up a waitress.
Lips pressed open-mouthed kisses to every inch they could reach as the man shifted and stretched to the bedside table drawer. Teeth scraped lightly over ribs as hands pushed down his opened khakis and boxers.
Ethan smirked, then groaned, as the lips found the scar just above his right hip.
Aaron shoved and yanked Reid’s pants down until they hit ankles, then his lust raged up again. He ignored the rest of the task in favor of pressing his lips to skin new to him…Spencer’s stomach. The gasp that he’s rewarded spurred him on.
His lips explored jutting ribs and soft flanks, skin so soft he thought he’d bruise it with kisses alone. When his lips passed over the man’s navel, he felt muscles he didn’t know Reid had ripple out a moan deeper than he expected. So deep it nearly startled him, froze the hand that’d been headed down into Reid’s boxers. Yet the freeze was only momentary as a whimper followed and Aaron felt reassured that it was Spencer Reid he was with. The Spencer Reid he hadn't been able to stop thinking about for two months. His Spencer Reid that his own pride had kept him from.
The waitress gasped with an arch as Ethan slid in deep. He’d nearly forgotten how different a woman could feel and sound, how smooth they were to lay over save for those lovely breasts that could act as pillows and how soft their moans, even deep-throated growls, could be. How a woman would hook damp thighs up around you so that, hours later, you still smell of their sex.
He twisted slightly to take a breast into his mouth, let his tongue play with the hardened nipple as he sucked, pinched, and pulled between teeth, as he moved inside her. It wasn’t until she began to squirm under him that he released with a smirk. He dived for the other as she hissed out.
Spencer shared Aaron’s hesitation, but for a very different reason. Even knowing Ethan, knowing the man’s tendency to fall into bed with the nearest pretty thing with tits when stressed, he felt guilt start to bubble up. Two wrongs don’t make a right, as the saying goes. He should stop this. He should stop Aaron. He should…
“Fuck, yes,” the words fell out the young agent’s mouth in a gasp as a warm, strong, hand grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke. The movements were only a little surer than the first time Aaron used his hand, but that little bit made a difference. The difference that kept Reid from second guessing this, from recounting all the potential fall-outs of this tryst. “Faster,” he requested with an arch of his back.
The feel of the other man was familiar to Aaron and he could recall some of the things Spencer liked previously this time. He could work curses, cries, and even bucks much easier. He loved it; he loved having the ability to get another to writhe like Reid was writhing. He was the cause of Reid's pleasure, of Reid's hard, throbbing, member, and of Reid's gasps and pants. It felt good. Right, almost. Aaron twisted his hand over the slick head on a down-stroke and the movement caused the boxers to slide away.
Aaron had never paid much attention to his own cock, not since puberty anyway, but he paid attention to Spencer’s. It’s thick and straight (though swung a little from the break free) and long, but not red. More pink, pink with small blue designs where veins carried blood to heat and swell. The tip was smooth and round save for the small slit that leaked that clear fluid he’d first tasted in Reid’s living room.
This was not the time for tentative tastings though; this was the time to take the plunge. Aaron wrapped his lips around the head of Spencer’s cock and gave light suck. He got a pure cry of pleasure in reply. That was his Spencer. HIS.
The first time Heloise touched the back of Ethan’s neck he just maneuvered out of the touch, got her hand back to his hair. The second time she dug nails in and he tried to ignore it but ended up so tense he had to shift out of the hold or risk losing his hard-on.
Normally this wasn’t a problem for him with women, ironically with women having the back of his neck touched tended to feel good. Maybe because their hands were softer, their touch was more playful, or because they were generally underneath him when it happened. The only man who could even come close to touching the back of Ethan's neck without getting his arm broken was Spencer and Spencer, bless him, almost never did the act to start.
Yet tonight it was a problem. After the mini-profile Agent Hotchner gave him Ethan didn’t want to be touched there at all. Not by anyone. Not while he could still feel those dark shadows of…
He grunted out a curse as he felt Heloise’s hand where it shouldn’t be a third time. It caused his pace to turn driving, aggressive, punishing almost.
The woman’s moan turned to gasps and strange sounds like caterwauling. She was close, she was going on instincts now, and her grip on him tightened.
So was Ethan as he grabbed her hand and, this time, used his to keep it pinned to the bed. The act caused her nails to dig into his ass and scratch their way up his lower back as they creaked the bed in their synched thrusts and bucks.
She cursed in another language as Ethan felt her cunt turn into a vice, holding him deep to milk his orgasm from him. And milk it did.
His balls sucked up into him and his teeth bore down where throat met chest on the waitress’s tanned skin as he came.
What had started as a distraction from Hotch’s words had finished as a chore because of them. Fucking SSA Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron knelt between Spencer’s quaking legs at the end of the bed as he suckled. His tongue moved on its own to collect that strange tasting pre-cum and he swallowed it down along with his own spit. This time he didn’t mind the taste, it didn’t bother him at all.
“Fuck…more,” the gasping command came with a lifting of hips from Spencer.
Aaron took the risk, opened wider and took in more. His lips moved over ridges and divots and his tongue tasted the man that Spencer truly was. A heated mix of sweat and pheromones and pre-cum. He moaned out with Reid as he moved a hand down his pants to knead his own hardening cock.
Spencer sat up, braced his hands behind him to remain upright, because he needed to see this. Needed to watch Aaron’s mouth, those tight, thin, lips of his superior, slip and slide over his first inch or two. It was an amazing fucking sight that released another groan from deep within Spencer’s diaphragm, which bubbled out as cousin to an outright growl.
Aaron felt long fingers splay over the top of his head, then curl deep into his scalp. He moaned as his moved his own hand faster and his boxer-briefs began to stick to him slightly.
“That’s right…” Reid’s voice struck Hotch’s ears deep and harsh and arousing, “suck me off. Make me cum.” He was so fucking close he could almost taste it.
So you’re the one on your knees in the fantasy…, the words pushed in suddenly. Uninvited. They set whatever pace Aaron had right off track and the man pulled his mouth off the other’s dick completely. No. Ethan would not be right about him.
Spencer frowned in concern that he’d pushed it all too far. Not that there was need for concern, he knew things had gone too far. Far too far. He opened his mouth to call the night off, but got shoved back onto the bed instead.
Aaron mounted immediately; let his pants grow marked with the fluids lingering on Reid’s cock as his hands tore feverishly at shirt buttons.
Fine fabric rubbed its way across the underside of Spencer's length and sent an expected thrill through the genius agent. His sack tightened and he cursed loud as he ruined the front of his boss’s suit pants completely.
As quickly as his orgasm threatened to come at the feeling of Spencer’s release over his pants and bare stomach it left. It left as Aaron caught sight of the deep red and purple bruise in the shape of a mouth tucked back into the slope where the younger man’s neck met his shoulder. Spencer had already been marked and Aaron knew just by whom.
“Fuck!” Aaron snapped in near rage as he punched back on the mattress to stand back up. Without another word he turned, grabbed some clothing out of the drawers, and headed into the bathroom.
As thoroughly as Ethan and his words might've pushed Aaron to act, they'd also stopped him brutally. Aaron Hotchner wanted Spencer Reid, but he wasn't one to share or become "the other man". Fucking Ethan Bellamy.
“Wanna bump?” Heloise asked as she lounged on Ethan’s couch in her ruined skirt.
Ethan glanced over from his mini-bar and saw the white power all lined up for the taking. He shrugged as he headed over with their drinks; Gin and tonic for her, Jack and Coke for him.
The woman finished her line and smiled as she took her glass and sipped. “It’s good stuff. Pure.”
“Sure,” Ethan sighed out, "Why not?" Cocaine was never his issue, heroine was, and he might as well get something out of the night.
"Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love." ~ E. M. Forster
Next Section:
Apathy As Disguise: Part 1
Previous Sections:
Diagnosing the Disease
Breaking the Bonds
Shaky Control
Reality of Escape
Ill Judgment
The Memorial Nightmare
Painfully Numb
One Slip
Degrees of Sin
Dirty Clean
Avoid the Unavoidable
Reenact the Act
A Bullet and a Twist: Part 1
A Bullet and a Twist: Part 2
Serenity Swallowed
Line in the Circle
Stand to Crash
Escape and Burn
Green With Tension