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redwithjoon · 1 year ago

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"Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested."

"You don't want to...?"

Ultimately uneventful :/

HotchxReid

Word count: 8k

Just filth - NSFW!!!

An insanely stressed Hotch was ready to fight an inmate and is currently giving Spencer a seminar about how his wife wants a divorce pronto. Spencer decides that this just can't be and takes matters into his own hands. Quite literally. Oh, and he also finds out that his boss has a weirdly specific kink??

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"Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested."

There it is.

Spencer has been silently wondering why his boss 'escalated the situation' by losing his patience and was about to fistfight a whole serial killer so easily. Hotch had faced down more unreasonable, violent unsubs in the past, but for some reason, the moment he was baited by that man, he instantly snapped.

"So we don't waste money on lawyers."

Well, that'll do it. Having your wife screaming you down over the phone about how she wants you to officially divorce her already was obviously not an ideal start of the day but it can't just be that, can it? His boss is ridiculously pent up, and it's not like he had anyone to bitch to. After a few seconds, Spencer realized that Hotch wants some kind of response to his almost-confession but he's still unsure of what to say… like he literally has no fucking idea what Hotch wants him to do? Reassure him that it was going to be okay? Tell him that he's a good man either way?

"You don't want to…?" Well, yeah obviously.

Hotch continues to randomly complain to him about his problem with his soon-to-be ex-wife and Reid just lets him be, trying to help him by giving responses he thinks would calm him down and make him feel the slightest bit better but there's only so much he can say.

And to make it even worse, now they're stuck in traffic. In an absolutely insane traffic.

Hotch subtly asks the taxi driver next to their car what exactly is happening and the driver just sighs. "I dunno, there's apparently a car crash not too far from here. They're rerouting the cars but…"

"It'll take a while." Hotch thanks the man and rolls his windows back up.

Christ. What can they do? Hotch is already irritated and now they have this. And the burden is not just mentally, Hotch has been driving for a while now and Spencer knows it's usually nothing for the man but it's a bit more tiring when you're stressing out about your imminent divorce, huh?

Like a good friend, Spencer just listens to him, he listens, he listens, and he listens.

But, fuck… there's only so much passive-aggressive talk about Haley that he can take.

"Are you tired?" Spencer cuts off Hotch in the middle of his mumbled rant, Hotch was talking about custody or something and Spencer has been listening long enough that he feels like he could be a divorce lawyer too by now.

"Not really."

"Well, I'm tired, it's the uh, the heat, you know, and I'm still a bit shaken from before." He is not shaken from before, but he'll say whatever it takes to get the hell out of this car.

Hotch's previous potential outlet, a literal full-on fistfight, has been taken from him and now it has nowhere to go, no relief from the frustration. Too bad that they're not in the FBI's training room where Hotch can go berserk in shredding rubber dummies.

"I see. We can pull over, but there's still no place to rest."

Right. Ah… think, Spencer, think. You may not be under intense terror anymore and can't do your best work, but you need to come up with something.

Hm… what will he do when he needs to let out stress– wait, no, not him, what would guys like Hotch do when he needs to let out stress other than sweating it out? Reid is tempted to just tell him to do laps but then a sudden realization hits him like lightning, so fast and shocking that he almost jumps on his seat.

There's another way to sweat things out, right?

But that won't do, does that even exist in Hotch's list of options of stress relief? Workout? Deep meditation? And…?

"Hotch, do you want to rest? There's uh… well, there's a hotel there." Spencer points at a discreet-looking hotel. Hm… too discreet in fact with its own parking lot and everything.

Hotch blinked. If it's any other hotel, he'll just chalk it up to Spencer needing that sweet coolness of AC and some subpar dining. But that's not that kind of hotel, is it?

"That's not a proper hotel, Reid." Perhaps his subordinate just doesn't understa–

"I know."

Of course he knows. Look, he knows a lot of stuff, a lot, some of them irrelevant, but even he knows that that is a love hotel, a short-stay hotel to be exact, paid by the hour for obvious fucking reasons. Hotch knows, he knows, he's just offering.

It's silent for a while and Spencer's hyper brain is already thinking of dozens of different ways on how he would be fired (he's up to 57 potential scenarios by now), but shockingly…

Shockingly, Hotch makes a left turn, he drives down the rather empty road and parks into the almost-hidden parking lot. Quiet, discreet, just everything you need to make sure no one sees you come and leave.

Hotch turns off the engine and Spencer is just… he's waiting for Hotch to unlock the car. He's nervous. Sure, he was the one that offered Hotch to stay in a love hotel for a few hours with the obviously very unprofessional, potentially damaging suggestions, but he's still nervous, okay? He just… wants to get Hotch's mind off of this downright spiral he is on and he's not the best in–

"Are you sure?" Hotch's voice is as calm as ever, if Reid isn't a profiler he would've missed the slight tremble on his voice.

"…No one has to know."

"No, Reid, are you sure you also want this…?"

Yeah, Reid, do you want to fuck your boss? His brain is taunting him, asking him why he's offering sex to his boss but then again, why did his boss accept, hm? Why did he even consider the idea? He's not the only one in the wrong here.

"I…" He clears his throat. "Can you just unlock the car…?" He could hear the door unlocked, Spencer walks out first, still looking everywhere but at Hotch. "…Do you have cash?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Good. So um, we're… good?"

"Good."

Spencer wants to scream from all the one-word answers. Of all times can Hotch just sound less formal? Just once, can he sound less formal when they’re literally going to have real sexual intercourse?

…probably not, huh?

The less they talk the better. Reid wants to hiss the moment they walk into their room, the thought of how dirty this room must be even though it looks perfectly clean considering the purpose of such accommodations but he pushes through it.

Okay. Now that they’re here, uh… what should they do first?

Spencer almost jumped when Hotch walk past him and sits on the bed. The first time they finally lock eyes with each other, as if creating a silent agreement, Reid lightly nods and put his bag on the chair. Okay, no thinking, (no bitching about divorce too,) only uh… only…

Okay, class? What should we do first?

That's the limit on how his brain is functioning right now, thinking about what should they do first? What should he say to his boss? Should he, like, give him options? List out the menu like he's a waiter just asking when he wants for lunch?

Hotch hasn't said anything and it's unnerving to be honest.

Spencer sighs comically loud before he decides he might as well chose for him, if Hotch doesn't know what he wants then they just do whatever they can do.

It's not like Hotch doesn't know what he wants.

When Spencer turns around to grab something from his bag, Hotch can't help but watch and linger his eyes on Spencer's body.

He admits that he has never, in the years and years of them working together, thought of Spencer as sexy. One part of it must be from the fact that he had started working with Spencer since he was a lanky, nervous 21-year-old who looked like a kid straight out of highschool. He never really noticed the change until now.

Hell, even the word 'sexy' doesn't seem to fit him at all, with Reid always dressing up so conservatively.

He always, always dressed like that, the only casual clothes Hotch had ever seen him in is his standard academy uniform and some shirt he wears strictly when the summer heat just gets too much. Even then he would wear short sleeves button up.

Suddenly he remembers how surprised he was when one scorching hot day, he saw Reid with his long hair tied in a ponytail with the first two buttons of his shirt undone. It's not… he's not showing any excessive skin, the buttons didn't even show anything that can't be compared to Prentiss' shirt but it just looked… vulgar. It looked so vulgar merely because of the rarity of it. He remembered for a second that he almost looked away, like it's not something decent or proper for his eyes but then he remembered how illogical that is.

That's something he didn't remember till now but it comes back at full force right this minute, when Reid bends down just the slightest bit to rummage through his bag to get…

It's ridiculous how hot it is when Spencer pulls out a hair tie from the bag's tiny pouch, the man reaching back to gather his neck-long, perfectly curled hair. It's ridiculous how he feels himself getting more and more aroused just to see Spencer unbutton his cufflinks.

The fact that he feels some kind of excitement seeing Spencer struggling to pluck his cufflinks off…

He needs to stop thinking and just enjoy it. Besides, isn't this Spencer's idea? Is he not in the wrong? Hotch's brain desperately needs some kind of justification as to why he's weirdly turned on already.

Spencer, still pouting as he struggled with his right cuff, started walking towards Hotch.

Spencer decides that he is going to straddle his lap, almost like he's used to if even. He only paused for a second, as if contemplating for the last time if he's going through with this or not but decides that there's no backing out now and he slowly starts to climb on his boss' lap.

Spencer is nervous but he knows what he's doing.

…Hotch doesn't know why that ticked him off, not in a sense that he hates what Spencer is doing, but in a sense that it shows this is Not Spencer's first time.

Is it absurd of him to expect this 27 year old man to be… a totally inexperienced person? And why he finds himself feeling the smallest bit of disappointment when he realized Spencer isn't a fumbling, blushing mess. He's not aggressive in any way, still pretty much the Spencer that he knows, and yet.

He got pulled out of his mind when he hears a relieved, tiny laugh as Spencer finally got the cuffs of his shirt off, then those same hands hold Hotch's shoulder, using them to brace himself as he tries to get comfortable on Hotch's lap, moving his knees subtly here and there on each side of Hotch's thighs to minimize discomfort, he expected Hotch to help him but–

Spencer feels hands on his waist to… push him away?

The 'rejection' puzzles him greatly, looking down at the older man with the same pout, just more confused this time. "You don't like it…?"

"I do." Well. Then why? Spencer wants to ask when Hotch fully push him off his lap, making him stand up again. Hotch's hands are still holding Spencer's waist and Spencer could still feel the desire if the way Hotch's fingers are pretty much massaging his waist is something to go by so he isn't sure why the man is pushing him away.

"I… like how you look unbuttoning your cuffs."

The little confession made Spencer gasps ever so slightly. Hotch is actually talking to him about what he wants? Really?

"I'd like to see you strip everything down yourself, if that's not too uncomfortable for you."

Oh, how careful this man is. Reid offered sex and Hotch still asks if he's uncomfortable, truly a gentleman.

"I can do that. Do you want me to do it slow?" Spencer doesn't fucking know how to do a strip tease but he's good at improvising (as they both just saw) so he's sure he can do it right. Hotch's brows furrow in contemplation, he's also not sure what he wants but… he has an idea. "That's not necessary, I like it more if you do it casually."

"Casually?"

"How you would strip when you're in private, like your bedroom for example. When you strip for a shower or to simply change clothes."

"Oh… okay, then." That's a relief, though it is a weird request is it not? Act like he's at home? As if he's just relaxing alone? …Like doesn't know he's being watched? Hm… is that a kink? Is it, in and of itself, something sexual?

Reid decides that he's thinking too much about it and thinking isn't what both of them want right now, right?

Rarely has Hotch ever been this focused in anything other than work. He follows those trimmed, slim fingers slowly unbutton the rest of the dark, almost black cardigan off. Was it slow? He wasn't doing it slow, was he? No, he wasn't, he was undoing them normally so it might be Hotch's brain that's working slow. Not just his eyes, his ears also seem to be hyper aware to the slightest sound, because he got pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Spencer's rolled up cardigan being tossed to the hotel's lone sofa, it feels like he could hear the lightest sound of the silk tie (always coloured or patterned) being unfurled easily by a single tug.

Is he sweating? Because Hotch feels his body temperature going up for some unknown reason. (He knows the reason is arousal but he refuses to recognize how easy it is to get him hard.)

Spencer then unbutton his white shirt one by one, this time he folds them a little neater before putting them on top of the cardigan. He's wearing a thin, loose tank top undergarments underneath. God, just how many layers does this man wear on the daily? Again, for some 'unknown' reason, Hotch finds that arousing. Probably because of how conservatively Spencer always dresses and he is probably one the only ones that gets to see his skin, because of that tank top, even if Spencer sweats or gets wet, no one can see his chest, his nipples or belly button. Yet he can.

Hotch almost jumps when he hears the slightest frustrated groan as Spencer struggles to unbuckle his belt, eyes looking down and his lips pouting in focus. Wait, what? No. No, don't do that, get rid of that tank top first. Hotch is screaming on the inside, just one thin layer of cotton fabric and he could finally see his bare upper body. God, why is he being a tease?

Well, maybe he isn’t being a tease, maybe this is just how he–

Can't think, Hotch can't think when he hears the thump of the belt buckle hitting the floor, Spencer accidentally dropping it, he picking it up and spun it into a circle. Hotch thinks he must look like a creep, eyes focused on every millisecond hearing that typical unzipping sound as Spencer pulls down his zipper. Pants pushed down to the floor and Spencer stepped out of it one foot at the time.

There's something about this, he's not doing it to seduce Hotch, just like he requested, Reid just stripped like he's at home going to change from his work clothes to something more comfortable, no moving his hips or ever looking at his boss. Spencer is wearing a loose, bright blue underwear, his habit of wearing colourful clothes underneath all his formal look is endearing, especially seeing those mismatched socks, moss green with a star pattern on the left, orange with red stripes on the right.

Spencer pulls off his tank top, unfurling his hair along with it, he bends down and was about to pull off his socks when–

"Wait– what– wait!!" Spencer stumbles when Aaron suddenly stands up from the bed, his hands gripping Spencer's bare waist and manhandling a bit too roughly and it caught the younger man off guard. He lets out a surprised huff when Hotch shoves him on the bed on his stomach, gasping when he feels Hotch on top of him, trapping Spencer with both his knees on the sides of his thighs.

He knows it's ridiculous, but Spencer felt the slightest bit of fear knowing that Aaron can just… do anything to him if he wants, he knows his boss won't hurt him of course, but the fact that Spencer is hanging on the belief that Aaron is a Good Person still makes his heart beat faster.

Spencer hears the sound of zipper being undone, Hotch stripping on top of him impatiently. Oh… he wants to see that too… it isn't fair? How is it that Aaron gets to see everything while he's trapped on the bed?

Reid swallow his silent protests when he feels Aaron's lips on his neck.

This is the first time Hotch ever touched him more than hugging him and dragging him by the hand when he almost got shot for the 5th time because he thought it was a good idea to talk down an unsub without his vest on. Hotch is touching him and Spencer is dead silent about it, his mind still trying to wrap around the idea that he's basically naked under his boss who's stripping patiently.

"Hotch– Aa…"

"Aaron." Hotch finishes for him. "It's okay, Spencer." Reid didn't reply, squeezing the pillow under him viciously when Aaron grip each side of his underwear and tugging them down so roughly that Spencer hissed out loud at the feeling.

"I'm sorry…" Hotch's voice is so low, so… just so… It's doing things to reid and suddenly he doesn't really mind anymore.

"It's okay…" at least Hotch is nice when he takes off his socks, it's sweet even, how he bends his legs and pulls them off one by one. Then, as Spencer suspected, Hotch rolls him to his back, the first time Reid is facing him when he's properly aroused. "Hey…" he whispers, pulling on Hotch's shirt collar, whispering at Aaron to take his clothes off first. And he does, but still when he's on top of Reid, when he keeps eye contact that makes the other squirm.

He had never seen Aaron naked before, Spencer tracing his fingers on the old scars peppered on his body, to the little beauty marks on his neck and chest, and, aha… Aaron has a lot of body hair, a lot, it tickles him a bit and he just knows he's gonna get some kind of chafing later.

"What, um… what do you wanna do…?" Spencer mumbles as he strokes Aaron's arm, going up to his neck and shoulder, sighing when he feels Aaron nuzzling his neck and his jaw… "I'll do whatever you want." Spencer adds. "Just… can't go all the way."

Penetrative sex is a painful thing, at least at first, and it's unsaid but both of them are tired from the day's work and Hotch is mentally exhausted from all the stress.

Spencer whispers to Aaron that hotels like these usually have condoms and lube stashed on the bedside drawer and he's right, but despite all that, it'll still gonna take a long while. Spencer would have to clean up, they both have to take things slow, foreplay that could take minutes till hours since that's what Spencer needs if he doesn't want to be a rigid, awkward mess. And both of them don't have the energy for that. What should they do, then…?

Spencer reach around blindly until he finds the bottle of lube and squeezed a considerable amount into his hand, he hesitantly pulls Hotch into a soft kiss again when his hand move down ever so slowly until he finally wraps his slick, slippery fingers around Hotch's straining erection.

"Sorry–" Spencer whispers between their kisses when he hears Hotch hissing loudly. "Sorry it's cold…" he has nothing to be sorry about but he gets sensitive during sex, sometimes he's extremely cheeky and insufferable and sometimes he gets just a little too soft and this is the latter.

"Don't," Hotch replies, Reid is slowly stroking his cock, squeezing hard at the base and lightening up at the tip just how he likes it. Huh, how did Reid know what he likes?

Hotch's hand moved from softly caressing his back to Spencer's shoulder, basically shoving him down on the bed, Spencer gasped in surprise when he– "Ah! Aaron, I– fuck…" Aaron shoved his hand away, hooking his hands on Spencer's thighs, spreading them, and hooking them on his waist as he forcefully grinds down on Spencer's groin.

It feels so– it feels so good, it feels so fucking good, holy shit. Aaron is grinding down on him, squeezing Spencer's erection between their bodies, the fast, heavy stroke milking his cock from the mere friction alone. It feels good but it also fucking hurts, fucking Hotch and his fucking body hair, it's just everywhere! It scratches and tickles his skin and it– fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't– "No…" Spencer groans loudly into their kiss when Aaron stops.

Why the hell did he do that? What the hell is his problem!? He–

"I'm sorry–" Hotch blurts out. "I’m– I'm sorry, I have to stop…" He knows he pissed off his younger partner, but… "Had to stop, I was already close."

Wait, "What…?" Spencer doesn't want to sound rude but he's actually caught off guard, they've only been doing this for a few minutes, so why?

"It's you," Hotch whispers yet again, his voice is so soft, he must also feel humiliated to some degree. "I've never done this with a man before and there's just something about you…" Hotch started kissing his jaw, Spencer twitching from the feeling of Aaron's lips lingering on his skin, parting his mouth as he lick and suck in the softest way possible because Spencer has an inkling that Aaron’s a bit possessive when it comes to sex and he's fighting with every nerve in his body not to leave painful, glaring hickeys all over his partner aka him.

Something… about him? Because he's a man or because he's Spencer?

"It's okay," Spencer said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "We can just…" Spencer pushes Aaron away from his body, sure Spencer is loving all the kisses but he also needs something else.

He slowly turns around and lays on his stomach, his legs spread wide as an obvious invitation that Hotch readily accepts, taking only a second before he slots himself between those thighs, his hands rubbing from Spencer's hips, waist and back slowly, going up and down in a firm, almost painful strokes with how deep Aaron is digging his thumb on his skin.

"Can't do too much, Aaron, but I don't mind." Spencer is driving him crazy, Hotch is completely sure Spencer is doing this on purpose because those long, bony fingers of his are reaching back slowly spreading his cheeks apart till his rim strains, "Use me…"

Use– Fuck, Hotch is so pissed off at the fact that Spencer knows, he knows this is driving him crazy yet he does it anyway, baiting Hotch to completely let loose and just, use him. If he can't fuck him, he can grind on him like Spencer’s just a toy, that's what he’s implying and Hotch is going to do just that.

Hotch grabs both his wrists and forces them both to the pillow again. "Keep them there, don't you move." Spencer nods, he can do that, bringing his hands in and tucking it on his chest.

He hissed when he smells latex and feels Hotch's thumb rubbing the liquid roughly between his cheeks, making sure that he's slick till the bottom, Spencer shudders when Hotch absentmindedly start massaging his perineum with his thumb, making Spencer whines as quietly as possible into his hand, it's nothing overwhelming, it just feels good.

Hotch stops much to Spencer's disappointment, but then he feels Hotch on top of him. Not just above him, he feels Hotch's body on top of him. Feels his chest on his back, feels his full weight trapping his body down. But that's not even close to the overwhelming feeling he gets after.

Hotch shoved his cock between his cheeks and started grinding him down so hard that even with the lube, Spencer could still feel the burn of the movement, how his cock would drag low and slow and then push back up again, Spencer feeling his body being trapped by Hotch, how his damn heavy weight is making it hard to breathe but Aaron is enjoying himself and Spencer doesn’t want to stop that. Christ, he could feel how big Aaron is just by grinding on him, could feel his rim rubbed by the tip of his heated, rock hard erection, so hot and veiny, just… it makes him wonder if it'll even fit in him?

"Aaron–" Spencer gasps when he feels Hotch's fingers digging into his back, leaving white marks from his shoulders to the dip between his thighs, those same hands squeezing his ass painfully hard, grabbing them so roughly that Spencer can't handle it, one hand reaching back frantically only to have it pinned down on the bed, unable to wiggle them free no matter how hard he tries to get away. "Aaron, please…"

There's a pause, Spencer gasping when Aaron starts kissing the side of his head, down to his cheek, his ear, damnit. "Shh… it's alright, Spencer. It’s alright." Alright, he said, but he didn't let up.

Though he finally, oh god, finally… lift himself up and bracing himself on his elbows, finally letting the younger one breathe properly, letting Spencer's hand go. He can't blame Aaron though, he doesn't want to because he said it himself didn't he? Use me. And Aaron is doing just that.

Aaron pulls apart his cheeks with his thumbs even more, enough to make Spencer hiss and grip the pillow tighter.

It feels good for Aaron though, even better than before, he could get himself more snug in there as he continues to grind down on him. Fuck, he could just… feel his hole whenever he pulls back before thrusting up again. And this, this lust inside of him is infecting his brain with all sorts of sinful thoughts.

He could do it, Hotch thinks. He could spread Spencer's legs apart and make him take it, he could pin him down, Hotch knows he's strong enough for that. Pin his back down with his body, pin his arms and wrist down with a forceful grip, use his legs to pin his calves in place and he could just make Spencer take his fucking cock, just take it, take it, take it. Just shut up and–

Wait, hold on, what was he thinking? What kind of depraved imagination did he come up with? Hotch got rid of those thoughts off of his head instantly.

But he can't deny that this is so good that his mind is having trouble processing it. The way his precum is making it easier to slide his cock up and down, to grind in harder and harder, he could feel every single fucking time how the tip of his cock would brush past his hole, and it– fuck, it feels good, for some reason even something as simple as feeling Spencer clench under him every time is making his mind thought of those horrible things. He feels shameful, completely appalled by his wretched thoughts of forcing Spencer.

For some kind of reassurance, Hotch suddenly kissed Spencer's neck, making the younger one's breath hitch under him, Spencer's thighs shaking a bit when Hotch parts his lips, mouth sucking on the spot, way too wet for a hickey while his teeth ever so slowly push and drags on Spencer's skin. Only when Spencer whimpers did he stop. That didn't last long though because Hotch starts doing the same thing to his shoulder down to his shoulder blade, all the while he hasn’t stopped grinding down on Spencer.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he feels his orgasm brewing, how his breathing gets heavier, his body more tense, Spencer could barely move from how hard Hotch is holding him.

Spencer is hurting; Aaron is squeezing his arms so tight that it turns his fingers white, he kept thrusting so hard that Spencer feels the sensitive skin around his rim randomly stinging with every pull, and to be completely honest, Aaron's weight on top of him is making it hard to breathe. Though Spencer doesn't tell him to stop and is not planning to, he knows Hotch is nearing his orgasm, knows that if he breaks that momentum, he would probably feel too sensitive to continue, or his orgasm might not end up as satisfying and that's the last thing Spencer wants. This all starts with him trying to make Hotch feel so good he'll forget about his, uh, absolutely ruined marriage, for an hour or so, and he’s going to do just that.

Spencer's a man too, it happens so quickly that despite being prepared, it still surprises him nonetheless. Because Hotch suddenly freezes, Spencer feels hot semen staining his lower back right after and he shivers with disgust. But it's fine, after a few seconds and a few more drops of warm come wetting his skin, he knows that Hotch is done.

Now finally flaccid, Hotch slowly moves off of him, rolling to his back to take deep breaths. Spencer's waist and thighs are aching, the skin between his cheeks and especially around the rim starts stinging from the burn of previous friction, he desperately wants to just roll back and heave in some breaths but he can't fucking do that, can he? He's not going to smear this whole bedsheet with his boss' drying semen. Christ, this is both humiliating and irritating.

Spencer pushes himself off the bed, still pretty much erect as he stands on wobbly legs, carrying the damp towel with him. He didn’t look back at Aaron once as he stumbled his way into the bathroom.

Well. They finished what they set out to do, right? Spencer tosses the towel to the laundry bin and walk inside the shower, making sure that the water is hot before stepping into it.

Spencer squeaked from the sudden stream, gasping in pleasure as the water relieved some of his tension. He reached back to, ugh, rub the slippery semen off his back, it just feels… wrong but the water cleaned it up so it's fine.

His head thumps lightly on the wall, wondering what the hell he's doing.

Whatever though, he's still turned on and hard and that's really numbing his critical thinking.

The bathroom reverberates his moans when he wraps his fingers around himself, pumping up and down his length in an impatient manner. He just wants to fucking get off already so he can function normally again.

It's a love hotel, these things are bound to happen, right? So he doesn't care if he's letting out sounds here and there, he's not being super loud and fuck it, if he wants to jerk off in the shower he'll fucking do it.

His other hand hits the wall and curls into a fist, his mouth breathing hard on the tiles, he's not sure what's dripping down his chin anymore, is it water or spit? He spread his legs carefully, making sure he won't fucking slip and bust his head or something but he needs to thrusts into his hands, it feels good. It feels so, so good…

The hot water is fogging up the shower's glass and mirror outside and he couldn't care less. His hand moving from the walls to the glass, his shaking palm wiping up the fog, he's almost bouncing on his legs now with how good it feels and how much he wants to get off.

Oh god, he's going to come, he's going to come– he's right there! Right– he just needs a few more minutes, just a little more… a little…

"Spencer?"

Fuck.

He gasped loudly and had to bite down a loud groan from his frustration. Great, Aaron is here, just when he was about to come, that's just–

"Aaron…?" Reid whispers when he feels the shower's glass door being opened, the older man slowly stepping inside. Spencer… he knows what's happening but it's really hard to think right now, not with Hotch pulling him off the wall, not with him pushing Spencer on the glass door, not with Spencer feeling just how fucking hot the surface is. All that is forgotten when Hotch presses his back to his chest, kissing and pecking Spencer's neck and shoulder again as his hand rubs his waist roughly, his hips, his upper thigh, his–

"Aaron! Aaron… oh god… fuck…"

Spencer's forehead thump on the glass, lips bitten down and his face scrunch up in pleasure. It does feel different when someone else is jerking you off, someone who has the same sex as you, who knows just how to pull, tug and squeeze just right. Spencer feels his eyes rolling back, his eyelids fluttering close, mouth open in a silent gasp.

Hotch grips his erection harder and Spencer keens, feeling his thumb pushing down on the tip with each fast stroke, would rub up and down his prominent vein and his slit and–

"AH!! AARON– MORE, YES, yes just like that, oh god, god, faster, faster! More, goddamnit, I'm so close, I'm so close, baby, just like that… just–"

Hotch's brain glitched for a second there. Reid's the type that slips in nicknames when he's having sex, huh? Well, he isn't sure what to do with that information, but it's sexy, god, that sounds so sexy.

"Baby, yeah, more, oh god, Aaron, I'm gonna–"

When Spencer's body twitches hard and freezes, Hotch squeezes his cock oh so painfully tight, all hard and fast till he fucking comes in his hand, nails dragging hopelessly on the slippery surface, staining the glass and his fingers.

He strokes him through his orgasm, then he lightens up ever so slowly, only letting go when Spencer's soft in his hand and so very, very satisfied…

It took the younger a couple of seconds to truly get himself back to earth. It was so fucking good that if he isn't so exhausted he would've loved a second round. Despite the orgasm, his brain is still numb from pleasure so it's not really his fault is it? When he turns around, humming and curling his hands around Hotch's shoulder, when he leans in close, so close that he's sure Hotch would pull back and push him away but… he's playing along?

Their foreheads pressed together, both of them breathing hard, lips just a breath apart. "Thanks…" Spencer whispers. "That felt so good…"

And Spencer, Spencer was about to fucking kiss his boss when– wait.

Wait– Fuck. Fuck, this is his boss. This is Aaron…

Spencer quickly pulls away as the haze passes, looking everywhere but Hotch's eyes. He sounds stupid trying to make excuses why he needs to shower alone but Hotch seems to understand, washing himself under the stream quickly before walking out.

Spencer's left alone again and for a second he just stands there unmoving. Yeah, so… that happened.

Spencer feels awkward when he walks out only wearing a towel to see Hotch who's already fully dressed. Spencer, at the speed of light, managed to get his singlet and underwear on, he wants to put on the rest of his clothes too but he actually has long hair and he needs to blow dry them first.

Hotch didn’t say anything, it would’ve been creepy if Spencer doesn't know his boss well enough to know that he's just… thinking. At least Spencer made him think of something else other than the divorce papers, right? Mission accomplished? Wow, he's trying to make this less awkward but it's not happening.

The only brush he has is the flimsy one he got from the bathroom so it was a nightmare getting his hair to settle down, they always bounce back every time he tries to straighten them so he just gives up, putting the rest of his clothes back on.

Hotch is trying, and failing, not to focus on Spencer dressing up, it feels… It feels weirdly disappointing when he sees Spencer almost fully dressed. He noticed how the younger is looking around for his belt and Hotch picks it up for him, hidden under the chair.

"Thanks– I, um…" Spencer really doesn't know what to say when Hotch, without asking, starts putting his belt on for him.

His fingers slowly pulling the tip after every loop, it feels kinda rough but nothing too hard. He buckled it up for him, Spencer doesn’t even realize how close they're standing now.

Okay. So, that's weird. But when Hotch was about to step back, Spencer clears his throat to get his attention. "Hey, Hotch, uh, here." Spencer hands him the folded tie. "Put this on for me too."

Oh, Spencer surprised himself with how bold he is, but what the fuck is he trying to accomplish? He just has this weird inkling that this whole thing, stripping and dressing up thing, kinda turns Aaron on in a weird way? Like not enough to get him hard obviously, but enough to make him want it. Spencer's testing the water but for what, exactly? This is a one-time thing, why is he taking notes on what turns his boss on?

Hotch pulls his shirt collar up, looping his tie around and actually putting it on for him, his tie turning out neater than it would whenever he did it himself.

Again, when Hotch was about to walk away, Spencer stops him. "Can you tuck in the back of my shirt? I can’t really see…" Spencer turns around, and true enough, there's a slight wrinkle on the bottom of his shirt, not anything he needs help tidy up though and both of them know this but for some reason, Hotch just follows.

Reid didn't feel anything for a second and was just about to ask when he feels Hotch yank him back by the waist, he pretty much shoved the shirt down and going a step further by making sure they're all neatly tucked by rubbing his fingers hard from the back to the front. Spencer has to stop his gasps whenever Hotch would shove in his perfectly tucked shirt roughly for no fucking reason. It seems like Hotch also has a limit on how much teasing Spencer dish out. Spencer's not complaining though.

He almost stumbles when Hotch gives his waist one last squeeze before finally letting him go for real this time. Spencer’s done dressing up but he feels eyes watching the undone button on the bottom of his shirt from all of Hotch's rough handling. Hotch didn't make a move to fix it though, probably not wanting to touch Spencer's hip again.

Spencer finished up the rest of his clothes, putting his socks and his shoes on, tapping the tips once to get them snug before walking to the door.

Both of them have been silent till now, looking all prim and proper like they were before. Spencer went to crack open the door, the slightest orange light of the hall seeps in but it instantly disappears when Hotch slams the door back close and single-handedly turns Spencer around.

Shocked and confused, Spencer doesn’t fight it when Hotch shoves him up the door and kisses him full.

Fuck it, Spencer pulls on his shoulder and yank him flush to his chest and deepens the kiss shamelessly, his brows frowning and lips parting to roughly kiss Aaron's mouth, open-mouthed and dirty, Spencer would be disgusted when their spit wets his chin but he couldn't care less, not when Hotch shoved his tongue inside his mouth, when Spencer bites the other’s lower lip when they part for air till Aaron was groaning at him. Mm, that sounds nice, Spencer decides that he likes it and he's going to pull more of that off of him.

It was Spencer that initiated more, telling Hotch that hey, it's not just a kiss, they're not going to stop at a kiss, no, Hotch opened the floodgates and none of them can stop it. Spencer grips Hotch's hair, keeping him in place so he could kiss down Aaron's neck.

Spencer fucking hates how physically stronger Hotch is compared to him. How easy it is for the older man to drag him off the door despite Spencer's loud whining.

Spencer felt Hotch pulling on the belt that he himself puts on just minutes before and unbuckling it with the patience of a toddler, roughly unzipping Spencer's pants and swallowing his loud moan with another round of rough kisses.

Spencer's not going to back down without a fight, though. He pushed the older man off his body with all the strength he can muster, before Hotch can wrestle him down, he slip to the side and this time he shoved Hotch to fucking sit on the bed. He didn't even get to ask Spencer what the hell he's doing before the younger one went to his knees in seconds unzipping Aaron’s pants impatiently and–

"FUCK–"

Oh, he's cursing! He's cursing and that makes Spencer giddy. He got his head between Hotch's thighs, his fingers spreading the zipper apart as much as it can go before leaning in and dragging his tongue on Aaron’s cock through the thin material of his underwear, his putting his tongue flat and dragging it up and down as hard as he can, wetting the fabric with spit that Spencer obviously doesn't give a shit about. He knows it drives him crazy, it apparently entertains him and Hotch knows this. This time it's Hotch's turn to grip his hair in place painfully before shoving his underwear down with one push. God, he's so fucking hard already and it's all because of the cheeky thing sitting between his thighs.

He knows Spencer can be cheeky when he feels like it. It drives Hotch absolutely insane when he looks down and he sees Spencer, trying to pull pry fingers off his hair to lighten the tension but still supporting that grin on his face. Hotch… he tries not to curse, he never does in front of someone else but he keeps doing it under his breath now, Spencer managed to pull all that out of him and he knows how smug he is about it.

He's going to wipe that grin off his face though, he’s– "Gonna wipe this grin off my face?" The younger man says knowingly like the profiler he is. "After I turn you on just by letting you fix up my clothes, hm?" Spencer is teasing him, it probably gave him a big wave of satisfaction from knowing he manage to fluster his usually always stoic boss, and Hotch has to admit that he's impressed by his little game. He's going to make him regret it (not really, but oh well).

Spencer whines when the grip gets harder, when Hotch yanks his hair up so hard that Spencer is leaning up on his knees, pulling a real reaction of pain from the younger. Spencer kept trying to get his grip off but he didn't fight it when Hotch drags him closer, even voluntarily opening his mouth as wide as he can go, sticking his tongue out in a blatant invitation.

It's so fucking dirty, holy shit, he's so fucking shameless. Hotch's brain froze for a second from the sight of his usually awkward, youngest teammate now waiting for his boss to face fuck him. If it's anyone who he knows is naturally flirty, this image might not break his mind this badly but because it's Spencer… Hotch isn't sure how his brain is still functioning but it's functioning enough to grip his cock and slide it into Spencer's mouth. Sliding is such a soft word to describe him gripping the man’s jaw to make sure it stays open.

"Ha… fuck…" Hotch moans when the sudden tight wetness envelops him, Spencer letting Hotch force his jaw open, Spencer trying his damnest to get that cock in as far down his throat on the first try. He didn't manage much, just 2 or 3 inches but the moment he starts bobbing his face up and down, the more he can get into his mouth. That's good, that's nice, but the thing is, Hotch is already feeling his orgasm coming fast and he needs to–

Spencer sounds confused and alarmed when the hand on his hair lets go, that confusion turns into surprise as Hotch grabs each side of his cheeks instead, forcing him there as Hotch thrusts his cock inside his mouth and down his throat, making Spencer let out a real, almost panicked sound.

He kept fucking his mouth, gagging Spencer again and again, Spencer fighting every urge in his body to push Aaron off because he knows now that's what Aaron likes. What triggered his orgasm is Hotch looking down and seeing that previously smug face now turns all red and teary, nose flush and lips painfully spread open, he keeps eye contact until he, shamefully enough, comes in around a minute or two inside his mouth. He almost passed out when he felt Spencer's throat contracting around him as he swallowed his semen. Not like he has any choice, he would’ve gagged if he didn't.

A wet squelching sound can be heard when Hotch finally, ever so slowly slides his softening cock out of Spencer's mouth. Spencer instantly heaving for air, coughing a few times and wiping the spit and semen off his lips and chin. Hotch could hear Spencer curse under his breath, finally getting his breathing back to normal.

Hotch wonders if he's twenty years younger, can he get hard again so quickly? Because his cock twitched at the sight of Spencer looking absolutely ruined.

That looks so good, Hotch wants to take a picture of it but then realized how vulgar that is and what a disaster it will be if someone accidentally sees it.

Hotch grabbed Spencer's shoulders up, the younger falling to the man's chest with a soft 'oof', hissing when Hotch's hands gripped and squeeze his ass roughly, just about to yank his pants down too when Spencer whines, pretty much slapping his hands away. "Don't! You're gonna get me hard too and you never sucked cock before have you?" Spencer said with a pout in a matter-of-fact way.

Then Spencer moves away from him, going to the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth, thankfully none of that stained his collars and tie.

When he got out, Hotch already zipped his pants back on, he looked disheveled and there were some stained spots on his pants but nothing that won't be covered with the bottom of his suit, small blessings.

"Let's go." Hotch said and their way back out isn't so awkward this time. After Spencer paid the fee, Hotch even opened the car door for him, ugh what a gentleman. He seems much more relaxed than before, Spencer's theory is true, orgasm does help you relax, he just didn't know Hotch needed more than one.

"Pretty boy! How was Connecticut?"

"Hm… Ultimately uneventful."

Thankfully, Hotch had his dry cleaning in his office so no one had to see his come-stained pants and sweaty shirt.

Well. Spencer hopes that what happened earlier would be considered 'uneventful' compared to what will happen tonight. Tonight when Spencer promised to show his apparently not-so-straight, clueless boss on how to fuck a man proper.

Besides, he would probably need those orgasms again after he signed those damn divorce papers, right?

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 6 months ago

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Summary: When Spencer Reid finds out his boss is living at the Holiday Inn, he offers him a place to stay. He didn't know it would be a long term thing.

Author: Tifer14

Submitter: @city-of-all-tunas

Note from submitter: tis another heid fic from me, this one with *oh my god they were roommates* trope which i'd die for lbr. v good, post-divorce angst with growing domestic fluff

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melikes-reads · 2 months ago

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New chapter's up!

In German

And in English

Go read it!

#Spatort #Tatort Saarbrücken #Spatort fanfiction #Spatort fic #Leo Hölzer #Adam Schürk #Helene Hölzer #Heide Schürk #to read

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jareaulover · 2 years ago

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If I Can't Have You (Hotchreid fanfic, Chapter 4)

Summary: They continue to work to find the unsub, Aaron visits Spencer, and in the past, Spencer is hopeful?

Warnings: General murder talk, drugs sort of mentioned

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JJ was shocked by what Spencer had just confided in her. He was in love with Hotch… She stared at him for a couple seconds, he looked nervous like what he just said was going to destroy everything.

“I was so… I’ve never felt that way about anyone else and… I thought that it had been long enough that… I wouldn’t feel like this anymore but now…” Spencer sighed and closed his eyes, “Can we just… Not discuss it anymore?” JJ nodded.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” She said, setting her coffee on the coffee table. Spencer gave her a small smile.

“So, are, uh, are you seeing anyone?” Spencer asked. JJ blushed and a smile spread across her face.

“Actually… Emily and I are… we’ve been together for a few months.” JJ said. Spencer smiled

“I knew as soon as she joined the team that there was something there. Morgan and I actually had a bet going on when you two would realize it and get together.” Spencer said. JJ laughed.

“Morgan mentioned that when we finally told the team.” She said, Spencer smiled,

“I really… I really miss you guys.” Spencer said, “Sometimes I wish that I had stayed, but… My mom really needs me to be here.” JJ nodded

“How is she doing?” She asked,

“She’s doing great, she’s so glad that I became a professor, just like her.” He said, “She likes to give me ideas on what to teach.” JJ sipped her coffee

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re able to have this time with her.” She said, Spencer nodded.

“Me too.”

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Wednesday morning, the team was at the station bright and early. Morgan had decided it was his turn to stay with Spencer, and the rest of the team was working the case. It was 9 am when they got the report about Arthur Skinner’s body being found. The team made their way to the crime scene.

“I thought he was just a homeless guy sleeping there… But then I realized he was dressed up and… well…” The man who had reported the body told Rossi and Hotch.

“What time did you get in this morning?” Rossi asked. The man was a librarian who worked in the library.

“I came in at 6 to do some shelving before we opened. He was there then… I came out for my break at 9 and realized…”

“Okay, thank you. If you don’t mind, could you go with this officer and put your statement into writing?” Rossi asked. The man nodded and followed the officer.

“Well, he’s dressed the same as the other victims, although it looks like he’s in the same jeans that he was wearing when he was missing.” Emily said.

“Well, we know the unsub steals the clothes beforehand. My guess is that Arthur didn’t have the khakis with him, so the unsub took what he could get.” Rossi said, approaching the scene. Aaron looked over the scene,

“So he’s obviously speeding up his timeline, he could take another victim at any time.” Aaron said, “We need to do a press release. JJ, I want you to get on that.” he looked around at the others, “Dave, you and Emily will go to the ME’s office to see what they can tell you.” he continued, “Tara, I want you to go notify his wife.” Tara nodded and the team spread out to do what they were told. Aaron then pulled out his phone and called Morgan.

“This is Morgan.” The man said when he answered his phone. Spencer was still in bed when he got the call. He didn’t want to wake the young professor, since he had been through a lot the previous day and JJ had told him that he wasn’t able to fall asleep until about 2:30.

“Hey, Arthur Skinner’s body was found this morning.” Aaron informed him, Derek sighed,

“Okay, do you need me to come back?” He asked. Aaron sighed,

“No, no stay with Spencer. I’m gonna send some officers over to stay outside his apartment. I’m worried that the unsub might try and take Spencer next.” Aaron explained Morgan nodded,

“Got it, Hotch. Maybe you can send over the students of his that you’ve narrowed down and I can go over them with the kid.”

“Okay, We’ll have an officer bring over the hard copies.” Aaron said before ending the call. Morgan got up from the couch and went to put on a pot of coffee. Spencer came into the kitchen, dressed and with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Morgan asked, raising and eyebrow. Spencer gave him a slightly confused look

“I still have classes that I need to teach. I already had to cancel yesterday, I’m not doing the same today.” He said, grabbing one of his lidded coffee cups.

“One of those students could be our unsub.” He said, “Hotch wants you to stay here.” Spencer sighed,

“Come on, Derek, I need to work… I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“I know that, and that’s why I asked Hotch to send over the files of the students that we narrowed it down to” He said. Spencer sighed,

“Okay, I’ll cancel my classes.” He said. Morgan gave him a smile,

“Okay, Pretty boy, I’m gonna order some breakfast for us and then we can get to work.” Spencer nodded and set his bag down on the counter.

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Spencer was released from the hospital a few days later. The team was out on another case now and Spencer was going to be home alone. The young agent was nervous about it. He walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi.

When he pulled up to his apartment complex, he saw Aaron’s car in the parking lot. He felt himself relax a little, knowing he was there, but also slightly confused.

“Don’t you have a case?” Spencer asked when he entered his apartment. Aaron had cleaned the apartment. The dishes were done, all the books were put back in their places on his shelves and everything smelled of a lemon scented cleaner.

“The team went, I am consulting from here.” Aaron explained, “I didn’t think that it was a good idea for you to be alone right now.” Spencer felt shame rise in his gut, but he tried to ignore it.

“Do… do they know?” He asked, all of a sudden filled with even more shame accompanied by anxiety.

“They… No. I figured that if you wanted to tell them then you would,” Aaron said. Spencer nodded and let out a sigh of relief, “I, uh, I meant to be there when you were released but I lost track of time.”

“It’s alright… I made it fine.” He said, “You really don’t need to be here, Aaron. I’ll be fine. You got rid of… everything.” Spencer said, Aaron looked at Spencer

“I know, but-”

“But I could seek it out if I really wanted to?” Spencer offered, a bit of venom to his words.

“It's not that I don’t trust you, Spencer…” Aaron said. Spencer just sighed and made his way to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him and went to gather some clothes so he could take a shower. He thought about everything that had gone on between the two of them. He thought about Aaron helping him through his addiction and thought of the times before when… He let his mind wander as he undressed and started the shower.

He thought of Aaron pushing him into the wall in his bedroom. He thought of Aaron’s hands exploring his skin, his lips following soon after. Spencer got into the shower and let the warm water remind him of Aaron’s warm body on his. He felt the familiar feeling of his cock hardening. He bit his lip and took his hard member in his hand, giving it a few tugs. He moaned softly, leaning against the wall of the shower.

His thoughts continued, thinking about all the ways that Aaron had touched him, had kissed him. He thought about the marks that were left on the skin of his collarbone after one of their meetings. He thought about the bruises that covered his thighs when Aaron had gotten a little rougher than intended. He loved every second of it, though.

Aaron knocked softly on Spencer’s bedroom door, but there was no answer. He started feeling a little worried, after the events of the past couple days, so he opened the door slowly. He entered the room and called out for the younger man.

“Spencer?” That’s when he heard it. He heard the younger man say his name.

“Ah-Aaron…” He didn’t register that the sound was a moan, his first thought was that Spencer could be hurt or… He wasn’t sure, so he opened the door and froze.

“Spencer?” Spencer squeaked and jumped a little, nearly falling. Luckily, he caught himself before he could fall.

“Aaron, oh god… I’m sorry.” Spencer stammered, “Oh god…” Aaron chuckled a bit,

“It’s okay, Spencer, honestly. Um… You could… You could continue if you wanted.” Aaron said, biting his lip. He felt arousal seep into his own pants. Spencer rubbed the back of his neck and then peeked out of the shower at Aaron.

“You could, uh, join me…” He said, shyly. Aaron smiled.

“I’d like that.”

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Aaron decided that he would bring the case files over himself. He wanted to check on Spencer. He greeted the officers who were standing outside of Spencer’s apartment and flashed his creds. They both nodded and Aaron knocked on the door. Morgan was the one to open the door, after looking through the peephole.

“Hotch, I thought the officers were going to bring the files.” Derek said. He figured that Hotch would have other things that he needed to be working on. He didn’t really understand why Hotch would be the one to bring them.

“Yeah, I just wanted to check up on Spencer.” Hotch said. Derek’s look of questioning turned to understanding. He thought back to when he and JJ witnessed each other in the conference room, he started thinking that maybe the two were closer than he first thought. Aaron handed the files to Derek and made his way into the apartment. He found Spencer sitting at the counter. He looked up at the man when he walked in.

“Aaron.” He breathed, “Hey.” Aaron suddenly felt a lot of familiar emotions flooding in. He was inside of Spencer’s apartment, it was the first time he’d been in this apartment but everything was so similar to the apartment back in DC. The shelves of books were the same, the colors of the walls were the same, the smell was the same.

“Hey, Spencer.” He said, “How are you doing?” He asked. Spencer gave him a small smile,

“I’m doing okay. I’ll be doing a lot better when you catch this son of a bitch.” He said. Aaron nodded.

“Of course. We’re getting closer. I gave the files to Morgan.” Aaron said. Spencer nodded.

“Thanks, Aaron.” Spencer said. He pushed his plate away, “I’m gonna go get started on those files.” he murmured, going to sit on the couch with Morgan.

“I’ll see you later, guys. I believe Emily is going to be here to relieve you later tonight.” Aaron said to Morgan, the agent nodded and Aaron left. Aaron still wanted so badly to be the one there with Spencer. What he really wanted was to be there with Spencer, but he didn’t think either of them could handle that. Aaron didn’t think he could handle being alone with the young professor. He knew that if he was alone with him, he would slip up and he would tell Spencer exactly how he felt.

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The two men were now dry and had just finished round two. Aaron sat up in the bed and picked up his phone. He had a few texts from the team, updating him on the case.

“So… Anything from the team?” Spencer asked from his spot on the bed. Aaron looked at him, the young agent was now covered in hickies, all down his chest. Aaron realized that he might have a little thing for marking Spencer.

“Just some updates on the case. They have a few suspects but nothing solid yet.” Aaron said. He moved to lay back down and pulled Spencer close to him. He began tracing the path of the marks down Spencer’s chest. Spencer sighed, pleasure evident in his breath.

“Aaron…” He murmured. Aaron bit his lip,

“I… These look beautiful on you.” Aaron murmured. Spencer blushed, looking away from the older man. He loved the few minutes after they finished, perhaps more than the actual sex. He loved to feel like Aaron could love him, even though once Aaron was gone he found that thought to be ridiculous.

“Well you made them.” Spencer said. Aaron looked at Spencer’s face, he had a tired smile and his eyes were starting to fall closed.

“Why don’t we get some sleep?” Aaron asked, Spencer blinked a couple times,

“We…? You’re not going to leave?” Spencer asked, surprise clear in his voice. Aaron blushed and rubbed the back of his neck,

“If that’s alright with you.” Aaron said, Spencer smiled wide and nodded.

“Of course.” Maybe this time would be different, Spencer allowed himself to think about how this could go.

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It was around 10 pm, everyone was exhausted from the day’s work of reading files, canvassing, and trying to catch this damn unsub. Spencer had indicated that none of the students that he and Morgan had gone over fit the profile. Although, he said he had so many students that he didn’t know most of them that well.

“Okay, let's all go get some rest and we’ll start fresh in the morning.” Aaron said, “Emily, you’re on Spencer duty. Go relieve Morgan.” He instructed. Emily and JJ exchanged a look.

“Actually, Hotch, I think I’m coming down with something and, well, you know how he is about germs.” Emily said. Aaron narrowed his eyes a bit, she didn’t look sick, but he did, in fact, know how Spencer felt about germs, so if there was even a chance…

“Okay, um,” Aaron thought for a minute. JJ had stayed last night, and he knew she didn’t get any sleep. Spencer didn’t want someone who he didn’t know very well, so that took out Tara and Rossi… He thought, maybe, Morgan could just stay the night and then Reid could stay at the station for the day, but he also wanted Morgan to get some rest for the next day, “I’ll do it. And tomorrow he’ll have to come in with us. He’ll be safer here, anyway” he said. He didn’t see JJ and Emily sneakily fist bump.

Morgan and Spencer were eating takeout when there was a knock at the door. Morgan stood up, hand on his gun. When he saw that it was Aaron, he relaxed and allowed the agent access to the apartment.

“I thought Emily was coming…” Morgan said, raising an eyebrow. Spencer looked up and he was shocked to see the Unit Chief as well.

“Yeah, I guess she’s getting sick and she knows how Spencer feels about germs so I’m here.” Aaron said. Spencer looked at him from his seat on the couch.

“Um, there’s some more takeout on the counter if you’re hungry.” Spencer said. Morgan could feel the tension between the two and he thought for a moment that maybe he should discuss it with JJ.

“Well, I’ll see you guys later.” Morgan said, leaving the apartment. Aaron shut the door behind him and locked it. The room was quiet and neither man was looking at the other. Aaron sat down in the armchair next to the couch.

“So… Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Spencer finally said, Aaron sighed.

“We don’t have to.” Aaron started, “We… We didn’t end on bad terms… I don’t know why there’s so much tension between us.” Spencer bit his lip,

“I don’t know either, but… We never discussed it even when we were doing it.” Spencer said, “We never talked about how we felt or… If… If it was completely over.” Spencer finally looked at him.

“So then… Should we talk about it?” Aaron asked, Spencer studied Aaron’s face for a few seconds, looking for any sign that maybe Aaron felt the same way that he did. Spencer thought maybe, just maybe, Aaron was thinking about kissing him and pulling him close, closer than they’d been in a long time. Closer than when he held him back at the police station. But, Aaron was good at keeping everything in, he kept his normal stoic look and Spencer lost his confidence.

“Well, it's over now.” He said and stood up, “So I don’t think there is anything to talk about… I’m going to go get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Spencer said, quickly retreating to his bedroom. Aaron sort of felt like he’d just received a punch to the gut. He thought, for a second, about going after the younger man and kissing him until neither could breathe. But he couldn’t do that, Spencer didn’t feel that way about him anymore.

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Spencer woke up the next morning to an empty bed. He felt sadness wash over him. Had Aaron left in the middle of the night? Or even just before Spencer woke up. Spencer got out of the bed and wrapped a robe around himself. He exited his bedroom and made his way out of the bedroom. There was no sign of the other agent. The files were gone, his clothes were gone… Every bit of Aaron was gone. Spencer thought back to his thoughts from last night, his thought that maybe things would be different this time. His eyes welled up with tears, but he wiped them away before they could fall. He wouldn’t let himself cry, not over this.

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ghoulishbuck · 2 years ago

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So, I’m jumping back into writing after for the most part not writing anything for over two years… and honestly I love original works but I really just want to dive straight into Stranger Things and Criminal Minds fanfics.

Specifically, Steddie for Stranger Things and queer Hotch and Reid for Criminal Minds.

So, if you have any prompts you want to see done for those feel free to ask.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writer #queer writers #queer fanfiction #heid #a03 #a03 writer #wattpad #wattpad writer

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year ago

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CM Office Party Fics 🎉

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Inexperienced by me: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer. She’s a virgin… in every way.

Dancing with the Doctor by @smalltownbeautyqueen: After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom.

Gift Exchange by @ssahopelessly: It’s time for the Secret Santa gift exchange at the BAU.

Secret Santa by @c-m-stuff: Reader and Spencer are together for Secret Santa.

Better for You by @incognit0slut: Spencer spends the change of year with a new resolution as he starts looking at his rival differently.

Clue by @pathologicalreid: A fic in which Penelope hosts a NYE party with a murder mystery theme.

Mistletoe's for Two by @andiebeaword: At the annual Christmas party, Spencer gets caught under the mistletoe by the woman he didn’t want to kiss.

More ratings and pairings below!

NSFW (18+) Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Prom Night by @foxy-eva: After everyone shared their sad (or non-existent) prom stories, Penelope decided to host a BAU Prom, giving Spencer the perfect excuse to finally ask out Reader.

Funhouse Mirror by me: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. He definitely was.

Kiss ’n Tell by me: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

Unhappy Holidays by @reiderwriter: Reader runs into Spencer at holiday celebrations four years in a row, including this NYE.

Always Bet on Black by @reidmotif: Reader realizes she has an advantage at the Bureau's Casino Night, when Spencer can't seem to take his eyes off her and her dress.

Never Have I Ever by me: After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls’ game of Never Have I Ever. Later, him and Reader compare scores.

Other/Fem!Reader (SFW)

Somewhere I Belong by @0and0its0doctor0: (Hotch) Hotch has a little liquid courage and breaks the rules.

When Snorter Does the Unexpected by @alluring-andrayav: (Derek) It's Derek's birthday, and he receives an unexpected gift.

Other Pairings & Gen Fic (SFW)

All is Bright by @masterwords: (Hotchgan) After a long series of failed dates, Hotch and Morgan finally come to their senses thanks to some well-placed mistletoe.

Talk of the Town by @/masterwords: (Hotchgan) Hotch has an invite to a Christmas party at the White House and he's asking Derek to be his plus one.

October by @gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Halloween together.

November by @/gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Thanksgiving together.

So Just Keep Kissing Me Under the Mistletoe [AO3] by @starzzyeyed : (Hotchreid) Spencer's dreading the BAU's christmas party for many reasons; not least because it means spending time off duty with his boss.

Happy Hotch Day by @codename-mom: (Platonic) Penelope wants to cheer her boss up as he still suffers from what Foyet did to him. The team prepares a surprise for him.

It's a Piece of Cake by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) Jack is turning six and Penelope wants to do something for the occasion.

The Sweater Case by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) The FBI organizes a gala with all the agency directors in the country. Hotch doesn't want to go.

Happy Reading!

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thekitsandthekats · 2 months ago

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mean it (when you say that you love me)

In the middle of a confusing case, Aaron and Spencer's relationship treads uncertain waters.

Trying to uncover the unsub's motives before the clock runs out, they have to set their issues aside to work together.

With secrets piled to the ceiling and tension pushing at the walls, Aaron and Spencer wonder if they can save themselves before their home crumbles around them.

Hotchreid Case Fic

#ao3 fanfic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #heid #hotchreid fanfic #hotchreid fanfiction #spencer reid #sauccyhotbread #long fic #case fic #im so exicted you can't believe it

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heehawheehawheehaw · 3 months ago

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My first ever fic is complete!

Title: In Theory and in Practice

Chapters: 6/6

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Rating: mature

Tags: Fluff and humor, questioning of sexuality, Hotch having a school girl crush, Autistic Spencer, Eventual smut

Summary: Hotch has been trying his hardest to ignore his steadily growing crush on Spencer, unwilling to think about what it means about their friendship or his sexuality. He's doing a great job until Spencer calls him out on it.

Read it on Ao3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/59292064/chapters/151213486

#I have been a madman while writing this #I can finally think about something else lmao #criminal minds #hotchreid fanfiction #hotch/reid #heid #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #my writing #aaron hotchner/spencer reid

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years ago

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Rain is a Chance to be Touched Ch.16/16

you are too well tangled in my soul

Chapter Fifteen

This is the sixteenth chapter in my now completed hotchreid fic! Please click here for the fic summary, full tags, trigger warnings, more information etc.

Last Chapter: Hotch & Penelope helped Spencer get back on his feet after he reached a breaking point.

In This Chapter: It's 2014, and Hotch takes Spencer & Jack on holiday to the South of France. When they get back, they have dinner with the team to share a special announcement.

tw: quite a lot of food talk in this chapter. mentions of previous events in this fic & spencer's depression

Word Count: 5.4k

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AARON

"My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul." — Atticus

2014

Aaron wakes up to the warm sun floating in through the open window, a small sea breeze ruffling the curtains, and he can’t help but smile. Spencer is still dozing in his arms, a sunbeam catching perfectly on his cheekbones, and he’s reminded once again just how much of a good idea going away while their new house is being renovated was.

He remembers the case in Alaska all those years ago, when he was caught between two life-changing events, and an unbidden thought of taking Spencer on holiday had crept into his mind. He never used to be a regular holiday-maker, too committed to his work to take the time off, but they’ve been away twice a year every year since they’ve been together: once to Southern Europe to satisfy Jack’s love of the beach, and once to somewhere cold and snowy each winter to keep Aaron and Spencer happy.

He has to admit, however, that even though he’s never been once for summer holidays, watching Spencer splash with Jack in the ocean before grabbing ice creams from the pier and resting in the hot summer sun have easily been some of his favourite memories over the last few years.

Spencer stirring in his arms breaks him from his thoughts, and he goes back to smiling down at his boyfriend, watching him shift and stretch before burrowing closer into Aaron’s arms just like he does each and every morning.

“Morning,” he murmurs sleepily into Aaron’s chest, blinking his tired eyes up at him. “Has Jack not been in yet?”

“No.” Aaron’s voice rumbles with thick sleepiness as he caresses Spencer’s bare back with the tips of his fingers. “Either we’ve actually woken up before him for once, or he’s very stealthily making his way through all the cereal before we can tell him not to.”

Spencer chuckles at that, moving to sit up. “Hm, we should be grateful he’s still an early riser. He’ll be a teenager before long and we’ll be dragging him out of bed at noon.”

“Don’t say that,” Aaron groans, but his heart still warms just as it always does when Spencer talks about their family’s future together. “He’s still my baby.”

Spencer’s eyebrow raises as he smiles cheekily. “I thought I was your baby.”

Aaron grins, pulling at his waist to pull him back down into his chest. “You’re both my babies.”

Spencer kisses him once before sitting back up, this time dragging Aaron with him. “Come on, we should go and see if the cereal monster is up yet.”

As it turns out, he is. The TV in the downstairs living room is playing cartoons on a low volume as Jack makes his way through multiple bowls of all the French cereal they could find in the local Hyper-U.

“You couldn’t wait for us?” Spencer teases, ruffling his hair as Jack grins up at him.

“Sorry, papa!” he says through a mouthful of cereal, not seeming sorry in the slightest.

He’d started calling Spencer papa a couple of years ago. It had been in the car on a road trip up to New York, when Spencer had a speaking engagement and they decided to make a week of it in the city, and Jack had asked if he was like a new mommy but the man version, and after a conversation about what their relationship meant, and how Spencer felt about Jack, he’d asked if he could call him papa. Spencer couldn’t have agreed faster, and they’d both spent the rest of the drive on the edge of tears.

“Why don’t you turn the cartoons off and come sit with us while we have some breakfast, buddy?” Aaron suggests as he walks to the kitchen to start gathering baguettes and pastries on a tray.

It’s earlier than he’d rather be up on holiday after a reasonably late night drinking sangria on the balcony with Spencer tucked under his arm, talking about everything and nothing, but being up early and getting to spend even more time with his family in the heat of the South of France sounds good enough to him.

They eat breakfast on the terrace, sipping decadent orange juice and gorging themselves on fresh bread drowned in strawberry jam, not forgoing the croissants either. The sun is still low in the sky and the sea breeze is a little chilly, but it’s still warm enough to enjoy the early morning before they inevitably run to the beach later on.

As he watches his little but completely perfect family chatting and enjoying their food in one another’s company, he knows that today is the day.

He’d brought the ring with him on holiday, knowing that the perfect time and opportunity would inevitably present itself, and he wanted to be ready. It’s been carefully stashed away for the last couple of months — ever since they’d put a deposit on a fixer-upper and contracted Derek to turn it into their dream house — he’s just been waiting for the right time, and the right way to do it.

Watching Jack smear a finger’s worth of jam on Spencer’s cheek before the two of them dissolve into a fit of giggles, makes him realise exactly how he wants to do it.

As Spencer clears the table, Aaron takes Jack upstairs on the pretense of getting him ready for the day, but really, he shuts the door behind him and leads him to the bed, sitting them both down. He whispers his plan into his ear and Jack’s eyes immediately widen in excitement as he does a little happy dance, needing no convincing before he’s agreeing to help.

They spend the morning down at the beach. Aaron sets himself up in a beach chair with a book while Spencer and Jack build elaborate sandcastles and run into the sea to jump the waves. He reads in a happy sort of peace as the sound of Spencer and Jack’s screams of laughter reach his ears. A small smile makes its way onto his face and he feels that genuine, unstoppable kind of happiness flood his body: there really is nothing quite like the laughter of your family to make you feel at home, even when you’re thousands of miles across the globe.

After they’ve tired themselves out and the quiet beach starts filling up, they make their way back to the villa they’re staying in. Spencer and Jack both take showers to rinse off the sand, and Aaron starts gathering their stuff for the afternoon out he has planned while he waits for them.

“How does a picnic sound?” Aaron asks once everyone is back downstairs, all dressed and slathered in suncream.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Spencer agrees enthusiastically. “We could drive into Montpellier and pick up some food, and if you’re up for a little drive, we could go to the Canal du Midi. It��s one of the most interesting waterways in Europe and it’s apparently a great spot for a picnic, too.”

“Perfect,” Aaron says, smiling internally at the thought of Spencer unknowingly picking the location for his own proposal.

They’d talked about marriage years ago, and agreed that although they both liked the idea, neither of them felt the pressure to rush into anything, so they’d taken it at their own pace, focusing on nurturing their family rather than putting time and money into an engagement and subsequent wedding. Aaron and Jack moved into Spencer’s apartment on their one-year anniversary, and that had been enough for both of them for a long time, especially once Jack started seeing Spencer as his other dad.

Now, though, with their new permanent home in its final stages, it feels like the right time to seal the deal and make it official.

Spencer quickly changes into his clothes for the day, while Aaron collects the ring from its carefully concealed hiding spot. It’s nothing flashy: a thin, elegant silver band with a slightly sunken diamond protruding from the centre. He’d spent almost two hours in the store back home, conversing with the smiley and helpful assistant and viewing hundreds of rings before he finally found the right one and saw the money he’d saved for this exact moment leave his bank account.

He supposes that one advantage of waiting years to get engaged is knowing for certain that your significant other will like the ring you buy. He’s had years to study Spencer’s likes and dislikes, his taste in jewelry, and he’s confident that ring is exactly his style.

It had been bitter-sweet to find himself in a jewelry store again, a decade and a half after the day he’d nervously walked into a shop in Virginia and bought the prettiest ring he could afford at the time. He’d proposed to Haley the next day, young and happy and free and so, so in love, even with a small diamond and a small wedding and a small flat.

He’d left the shop this time with sparks of both happiness and grief flaring in his chest, a confusing medley that often appears in significant moments of his life. Every time Jack starts a new grade in school he feels the exact same heady mix of emotions: happiness for the family he has now, pride for his growing son, and the heart-wrenching, breath-taking grief when he remembers Haley isn’t here to watch Jack grow up with him.

He’s just contemplating showing the ring nestled in it’s pretty velvet box to Jack when he hears Spencer’s soft footsteps on the stairs, so he pockets it carefully before herding everyone into the car and driving them to the outskirts of Montpellier, the closest city to where they’re staying.

Jack races excitedly around the store, picking out different things he wants to have for lunch, and they let him have most of it, both of them too in love with their son to say no to his puppy eyes when they’re on holiday. As soon as their basket is piled high with the perfect picnic foods, they pay and load their car up, Jack chattering happily the whole time. Aaron’s heart feels full, and once glance at Spencer’s fond gaze at Jack tells him he feels the exact same way.

Spencer wasn’t lying when he said the Canal du Midi is a beautiful picnic spot. They choose a patch of grass half under the cover of the trees, half right in the blazing midday sun, and much to Jack’s chagrin, they all reapply their suncream before unloading the picnic basket and settling down to enjoy more good food and each other’s company.

They’re right in the view of the working canal, river boats and houseboats chugging their way through the water, the people on board waving back at Jack’s enthusiastic greetings, making Aaron and Spencer smile widely every time.

“I bet you’re making everyone’s day there, buddy.”

“I’m good at that! I make everyone feel better, you said that!”

“I did,” he chuckles fondly, glad that his eight-year-old has enough self confidence to recognise all his strengths, “and I meant it.”

“Remember when I used to be really sad, Jack? When you were little?” Spencer asks, peeling a satsuma in his lap. “You and your daddy used to be the only ones who could make me feel happy again. And Aunt Penny.”

“Really?”

“Really, buddy.”

“Daddy always said I did, but I didn’t know if he was telling the truth because you were still sad when I was around.”

Spencer’s expression falls a little, even behind his sunglasses, but he perseveres. “That’s because I was still poorly, Jack, but you always made me happier even if I couldn’t always show it.”

They’ve tried to help Jack through his feelings about Spencer’s depression over the last few years, but it’s not always easy for him to reconcile the Spencer he knew at five and the papa he knows now. Spencer’s psychiatrist has helped them a lot with processing the things they went through as a family in order to move on together to better things.

Finally — after three years of weekly psychiatrist appointments, even when he started to feel better again — he’d begun to cope brilliantly with just the help of his venlafaxine, although he still checks in bi-monthly with his psychiatrist, for which Aaron is achingly proud of him.

He’d briefly considered returning to the BAU once he’d reached such a significant point in his recovery, but after a lot of conversation and deliberation, he decided to stay at Georgetown. He was enjoying teaching and mentoring so much that the idea of returning to the FBI wasn’t all that appealing: both in regards to the potential triggers and dealing with the worst of humanity on a daily basis. It was different now he had a son of his own. Besides, it meant that he could stay home with Jack during Aaron’s cases, and mold his work around his family and his mental health.

The conversation quickly moves on to brighter, happier topics, but Jack slots himself under Spencer’s arm, sharing the peeled satsuma with him as the sun warms their skin.

“Can we go to the waterpark tomorrow, daddy?” Jack asks after his first slice of satsuma.

They’re only midway through their holiday, but he knows Jack is itching to revisit the waterpark they went to on their second day here.

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” he teases, passing him the crisps he’s reaching for. He looks over at Spencer, remembering just how much fun he managed to have the last time they went, and he raises an eyebrow. “Would that be okay with you, Dr Reid?”

He grins. “Well, I mean, if Jack insists.”

“I do want to go into Montpellier at some point, you know,” Aaron ventures, dipping his cucumber slice in the tzatziki.

“You’re such a middle-aged dad,” Spencer groans, at the same time as Jack cries, “but that’s boring!”

They both dissolve into giggles again, and Aaron watches them fondly, chuckling along. “Alright, there’s no need to gang up on me.”

“Oh, there’s every need,” Spencer argues. “We’re here for the seaside not the roasting hot inner city.”

“You know, you could be missing out on some pretty great history…”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, mirth dancing in his honey brown eyes, “like there’s anything those plaques could tell me I don’t already know.”

“That kind of history is so boring,” Jack complains dramatically, in that quintessential eight-year-old way of his. “It’s not cool like dinosaurs.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Spencer agrees, and Aaron acquiesces easily. As much as he does love French cities, he loves his family more, and if they’d rather splash around on the beach and have picnics in pretty places and go to waterparks, then that’s more than okay with him.

“Well, what about a bike ride?” he suggests instead. “Riding somewhere like this might be nice.”

Jack grins excitedly. “We could bring another picnic!”

Aaron laughs. “Definitely. The picnic is the most important component of any bike ride. Good point, buddy.”

Spencer nods, too, an easy grin Aaron wouldn’t have believed possible four years ago on his lips. “I’m up for that, old man.”

“I’m wounded,” Aaron cries dramatically, clutching his chest and making Jack giggles.

He crawls over and puts his hands over Aaron’s. “It’s okay, daddy, I’ll make you better.”

He takes the opportunity to wrap his son in a big hug and kiss the top of his head. “You always do, buddy.”

When he notices that Spencer’s been briefly distracted by a bee hovering around the tree trunk next to them, he glances down at Jack, lifting him into his lap before mouthing ‘now’.

“Hey, Spencer?” he asks, and a note of trepidation is audible in his voice despite the sense of calmness that’s descended over him at the thought of what he’s about to ask. “Can Jack and I ask you something?”

Spencer looks between them a bit uncertainly, but he nods and smiles. “Uh, sure…”

“Will you marry my daddy?” Jack asks, bouncing a little in excitement as a look of hope and expectation passes over his face.

Spencer’s features immediately contort into surprise, but Aaron watches the way his eyes light up, tears springing to them as his hands spring to cover his mouth.

“Well, what do you say, Spencer? WIll you marry me?” he asks softly, pulling the box from the pocket in his shorts, opening it. He smiles when Jack’s hands come up to explore it curiously.

Spencer wastes no more time in accepting, shouting a happy ‘yes!’ before lurching forward to wrap them both in a tight hug, pressing his face into Aaron’s neck. He stays there for a good few minutes, crying softly as Aaron holds him gently and Jack pats his back comfortingly, before he pulls back, wiping at his face, and taking the ring box to stare at the ring in awe.

“Aaron, it’s beautiful,” he breathes, reaching a gentle finger to trace the diamond carefully. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, you’ve said the most important word,” Aaron chuckles, nudging Jack so he can leave his lap and they can all readjust a little. “You don’t have to say anything else. Can I?” He gestures to the ring, and Spencer looks up and nods furiously, beaming at the both of them.

Aaron slides the ring on Spencer’s finger, before raising his chin and kissing him gently. It might be the only time in the last two years they’ve been able to kiss in front of Jack without hearing a resounding ‘ew!’ coming from his direction.

When they finally pull away, Aaron looks over to his son to find him crying. “Hey, hey, buddy,” he rushes, immediately wrapping him in another hug. “What’s going on?” His heart sinks at the thought that maybe Jack isn’t as okay with this as he initially thought, but those weighty fears are quickly dismissed.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” Jack says, rubbing his eyes. “I’m just really happy! You and papa are gonna be married and we’re gonna be a proper family in a whole new house.”

“That makes sense, buddy,” Spencer hurries to reassure him. “We all cry when we’re happy sometimes. Those two things are both really big changes, it’s completely normal for you to feel extra emotional.”

Jack moves over to give him a big hug. “Love you, papa.”

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” Spencer murmurs lovingly into his hair. “So much.”

Their new house is completely perfect; everything they’d hoped it would be. They decided to move to the suburbs of Adams Morgan since it still felt so much like home, but they wanted a quieter future as a family, especially once Spencer decided once and for all that he wouldn’t be returning to the BAU.

It’s a gorgeous property, complete with a sprawling garden that Jack tires himself out in, running laps up and down and playing soccer with Aaron for hours after school, and now with four bedrooms, they have room for a home office and a guest bedroom. Derek had done a brilliant job of turning it from a house into a home, and they celebrate in the only way they know how: having their found family over for dinner.

Spencer settles on cooking a sundried tomato and basil risotto, an early family dinner staple that had only been made more and more over the last few months of Spencer taking a liking to the kitchen, insisting that it’s “just chemistry, really.”

“Have you set the table, Aaron?” he calls over his shoulder as he continues stirring the multiple pots of risotto on the stove. Multiplying a recipe that usually only serves 3 to serve 8 very hungry FBI agents had been quite the challenge.

Aaron grins, and can’t help the teasing tone his voice takes on. “It’s all done, baby, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry,” Spencer laughs, a little apologetic as he leans into Aaron’s touch as he walks over to stand behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. “I know you’ve got it in hand, I just want it to be perfect.”

“I know. Me too. And it will be: even if everything goes wrong, we’ll all have a great time. Emily insisting she could cook for us all last month and managing to burn pasta was miles funnier than the smooth-sailing dinner we had at Rossi’s the month before.”

They’d begun a routine of taking it in turns to host the team for dinner every few weeks to make sure that Spencer still has a connection with everyone as a group and not just individually. It came about after he announced that he would be remaining in this teaching job permanently. Although everyone understood — and, rightfully, felt guilty that they’d had a hand in ruining something Spencer used to love with every fibre of his being — they hated the idea of him not being a part of the team anymore.

Initially, Spencer had been confident that they’d let him down again and he’d go right back to feeling excluded, but none of them had allowed that to happen. His calendar was booked with lunch dates and coffee mornings and dinners out, even Alex had monopolised his time as much as she possibly could, becoming something of a maternal figure for him.

“I know,” he acquiesces, turning the heat down a little as the risottos approach being ready, “but I’d like our engagement reveal to go over a little better than Emily setting fire to her apartment.”

Aaron chuckles and kisses the side of his neck before stepping away, leaning against the counter to face him. “Then we’ll do everything we can to make sure it does.”

Spencer smiles at him, his face light and happy in a way that Aaron thinks will always make his chest squeeze with joy. Their relationship had started in the rockiest way possible: borne on the backs of a grieving, single-parent widower and a man drowning in depression so deep he could hardly see the surface anymore, but it had somehow managed to blossom anyway, a colourful flower emerging from a crack in the concrete.

It makes their happiness now that much sweeter.

Before they can say anything else, the doorbell rings and Aaron goes to answer it, leading Emily and Penelope into the kitchen moments later.

“Hey baby genius,” Penelope says happily, bounding over to the stove to beam at him and wrap him in the tightest hug she can manage. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Penelope,” he murmurs into her hair.

“How was the holiday?” Emily asks Aaron as they fondly watch their significant others’ drawn-out reunion.

Aaron laughs. “Hot. But Jack enjoyed it. It was definitely… memorable.”

She raises an eyebrow as a hint of suspicion clouds her face, but even if she suspects something she can’t confirm it just yet. Spencer had taken his ring off for tonight in order to exact a more intentional reveal, rather than have every one of his profiler friends jump on it immediately, clamouring with excitement.

It had pulled at Aaron’s heartstrings in a way he hadn’t expected when he’d watched his fiancé pull it off and place it carefully on the dresser. Briefly, it had sent a flash of sadness at the memory of Haley leaving, but then Spencer had turned around and smiled at him, and the sadness healed over into fondness.

Spencer had never had an issue with sharing Aaron’s heart with Haley, knowing full well that he would always be the only person to hold the key to it, and it was just another reason he was ridiculously glad to be marrying him.

“The food smells amazing,” Emily tells Spencer when he and Penelope finally separate, and he grins at her.

“And it’ll taste even better,” he says with an air of faux-cockiness.

She huffs an amused laugh at that. “Oh, confident are we, Dr Reid?”

“Don’t listen to her,” Penelope interjects, wrapping an arm around Emily’s waist. “She’s just jealous because she can’t cook.”

“Slander!”

They trickle out onto the patio where Aaron has set up the table, the warm summer night far too pleasant to ignore, and soon they’re joined by the rest of the team, cheerily eating Spencer’s delicious risotto, tearing off pieces of garlic bread, and drinking the red wine Rossi had chosen for them, ever delegated with charge of the alcohol.

The night soon winds to a slow, sleepy sort of close, a chill settling into the air as stars appear in the still colourful, darkening sky. They can hear crickets out here in the suburbs, and night-birds too, and it’s a nice change from the traffic and drunken singing they were used to floating through the open windows at the old apartment.

Penelope’s sat with Emily’s leather jacket around her shoulders, leaning so close they might as well share a chair at this point, and Spencer’s tucked into Aaron’s chest, too, cuddled into the warmth and comfort Aaron is always ready to provide at the drop of a hat.

Derek, naturally, can’t help himself but tease them, and JJ slaps his arm good-naturedly as she looks on at the other half of the table fondly, while Alex and Rossi are drawn closer to one another, having found a kinship in being the pseudo-parents of the group.

It’s nice; the easy dynamic they’re so accustomed to now, but Aaron can feel the nervous, apprehensive tension in Spencer’s body as it burrows into his own, and he knows they need to bite the bullet and finally share the news.

Part of him wants to keep it private forever, to keep this part of their lives just for their little family, but he knows that’s ridiculous, really, because more than that, he wants to shout his love for Spencer from the rooftops; to declare his devotion, his never-ending commitment to the man he loves in only the boldest and corniest of ways, dignity be damned.

As soon as the next lull in conversation comes, he takes it.

“Spencer and I have something to tell you,” he says, unable to keep the fond, excited smile from his face.

“You’re pregnant?” Derek teases immediately, and Spencer snorts quietly, finally sitting up properly and taking Aaron’s hand in his own.

“No, Derek,” he admonishes fondly, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Actually… while we were in France, Aaron asked me to marry him. And I said yes.”

Penelope immediately screams and leaps away from Emily towards them as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter as well.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she cries, tears shining in her eyes as she clings to them both. “I’m so happy for you, I love you so much, oh my God.”

“That’s incredible, pretty boy.”

“Can we see the ring?” JJ asks, and Aaron thinks she might be crying too.

Rossi levels Aaron with a stern glare, although it’s hard to pull off when he looks that happy. “I’d better be best man.”

“I knew something was up,” Emily insists, grinning at the two of them as Penelope crawls back into her arms.

“Can we see the ring?” JJ asks again, even more excited this time.

“Hey, hey guys,” Alex calls out, cutting above the clamouring excitement and grabbing everyone’s attention. “Maybe, we should let them respond to our questions before we ask more?”

“You’re right, you’re right,” JJ acquiesces. “But I still demand to see the ring.”

Spencer laughs wetly, eyes shining happily as he looks at his wonderful group of friends and he nods. He rushes into the house and returns moments later with the ring slotted back onto his left hand, and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief as the world is righted.

“Oh my God, it’s gorgeous!” Emily cries, wrapping Spencer in a hug as JJ and Penelope continue to inspect it.

“It really is, Spence,” JJ nods.

Penelope is too emotional to say anything, but she just nods as well, enveloping Spencer into another hug.

Rossi sighs. “It’s just you and me now, Derek.”

“Don’t speak too soon,” Derek says, a soft look on his face. “I started seeing someone actually, a couple of months ago, and I think it’s getting pretty serious.”

“That’s great, Derek,” Aaron wastes no time in saying, smiling at his friend. He knows he’s been insecure about his lack of relationships, what with everyone on the team but Rossi either married, engaged, or in a committed long-term relationship, and all he’s ever wanted is for everyone in his family to be happy.

“She’s pretty great.”

Penelope extracts herself from her hug with Spencer to turn to Derek. “We will be talking about this Agent Morgan but there is too much going on right now to even begin to address that can of worms.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Emily says reassuringly, although her amusement is evident in her tone. “Let’s sit down.”

“You’ll have to give us all the wedding advice,” Spencer tells them as they all sit back down, his hand slotting back into Aaron’s.

Emily and Penelope had gotten married on their first anniversary: a small affair in one of DC’s most beautiful chapels, and Spencer had been part of Penelope’s bridal party (although Aaron suspects that if Emily didn’t know just how close the two of them were, she would have been vying for him in hers as well.)

“Hey, I planned an entire wedding for JJ and Will in a weekend,” Rossi interjects. “If anyone knows how to plan a wedding, it’s me.”

Spencer chuckles along with everyone else. “Can’t argue with that.”

“We’ll all chip in to do everything we can to plan your perfect wedding,” Alex chips in diplomatically, laying a hand on Spencer’s arm. “We want it to be nothing short of magical.”

“Thank you,” Spencer says earnestly, “all of you. You mean everything to us and to know that you’re behind us, and to share this with you… it’s an amazing feeling.”

Aaron is glad Spencer decided to say something, because all of a sudden, he’s too choked up to speak. He pulls Spencer in closer and blinks a couple of times, deciding to let the tears that caught him so off guard fall after all.

Willing the lump in his throat to clear, he looks around the table and takes in this wonderful, perfect little family that they not only found, but nurtured and rebuilt and committed to time and time again. “I, uh— I want to say thank you too,” he says, clearing his throat. “I don’t know how I would have made it this far without all of you, and I don’t think we would’ve ever got to this place, to being engaged to one another, without every single one of you, and I want you to know that I love you. All of you.”

It’s an uncharacteristic display of emotion for him, and the team’s surprised expressions are evidence of that, but they all quickly morph into appreciation.

“We love you, too, Hotch,” Derek says, looking a little choked up himself.

“So much,” Penelope adds.

“Like a lot,” JJ nods, and everyone laughs at that, easing some of the intense emotions floating around the table.

“Well,” Rossi says. “I think this calls for some more wine.”

Spencer shakes his head, lifting his head from Aaron’s shoulder. “Actually, we bought some champagne for tonight.”

“Perfetto.”

“It’s in the fridge.”

Rossi nods and heads into the house to grab the glasses and the alcohol, while the rest of them watch as the automatic garden lights come on, illuminating the patio even more, and it’s like a switch is flipped in the group, as well, everyone perking up from the previous earnest emotion.

“Well, this definitely calls for some celebration,” Derek says, getting up to plug his iPod into the speaker system he installed himself as he was wrapping up the house renovations.

Upbeat, cheery music fills the garden as they resume their laughter and conversation, this time over glasses of champagne and decadent slices of the chocolate cake Penelope had baked and brought with her.

Aaron isn’t sure he’d believe it if someone told him back in 2009 when he lost Haley and he thought he’d lost Spencer as well that this is where he’d be now: incandescently happy, unconditionally loved, and engaged to the love of his life.

But then he catches sight of the diamond on Spencer’s engagement ring glinting under the lights weaved through the trellis above them; then he hears Penelope’s laughter, and watches the wide, face-splitting smile on his fiance’s face, and he decides that he has no choice but to believe it.

Spencer is finally happy, and somehow, together they won the lottery: this is their life, this is their house, and these are their people, and it’s that exact thought that loosens the very last remains of shadowy grief and burning anger and all the crippling sadness he felt for his fiance.

It’s a foreign feeling, this exhilarating freedom, his chest no longer constrained by negativity, but he decides he likes it.

Spencer looks over at him, beaming a smile bright enough to light up the garden himself.

Yeah, he thinks. He definitely likes it.

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