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Spencer had just eased himself down onto the couch, Blake's credentials tucked sately away in his messanger bag, when an urgent knock sounded at the door. Spencer startled, a pained hiss escaping his lips when the movement jarred the fresh stitches on the side of his neck. He stood with a frown, wondering who could possible be bothering him at 10pm on a wednesday night.
He left the chain lock on and opened the door the three inches it allowed. Through the gap he saw the last person he expected, besides Blake returning, her mind changed.
"Hotch??"
Spencer quickly shut the door and unlatched the chain before opening it again, wider so he could properly see his bosses face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, completely bewildered by the older man's presence on his doorstop. Hotch had never been to his apartment before, nor did he know how he had even gotten into the building.
"I needed to see that you were okay."
Spencer clocked the word needed, suggesting a deeper emotional drive then he was used to seeing from Hotch. The other man's face was more expressive then normal as well, clearly showing concern and… determination?
Suitably intrigued Spencer decided to humor the invasion of his personal space and opened the door wider, beckoning the other man into his apartment.
"I'm fine." He stated simply as he closed the door behind Hotch and relocked it.
"You were shot." The other man replied, exasperation colouring his tone as he looked around Spencer's apartment. "Fine might be a stretch."
Spencer huffed out a breath.
"Hurts a lot less then last time I was shot." He replied honestly, thinking of the months of rehabilitation he went through after getting shot in the knee almost 5 years prior. "Stitches come out in 10 days and I should be field ready not long after."
Hotch turned to study him for a moment. "Can I see?" He asked.
Spencer nodded slowly and then unexpectedly Hotch reached out and with just the tips of his fingers on Spencer jaw turned his head slowly, exposing the side of his neck covered in gauze and tape. Spencer breath caught in his chest as gentle hands peeled the edge of the tape away from his skin, revealing the neat set of stitches underneath.
Hotch just stared, for exactly 72 seconds, and Spencer resisted the urge to squirm, or start rambling, under the scrutiny. Finally Hotch folded the gauze back over the wound and carefully pressed the tape back in place. Still he said nothing.
Finally Spencer couldn't stand the silence any longer.
"Hotch?"
He had barely gotten the name out before warm lips were against his. One large, strong hand gently cupped the uninjured side of his face, the other settled on the curve of his ribs, fingers digging into the fabric of his dress shirt.
It only took Spencer's mind a second to catch up to what was happening then his own hands flew up, cradling the back of Hotch head and kissing back with everything he had.
It wasn't a soft or slow kiss, it was hungry and demanding with a touch of desperation. Hotch's tongue pressed against the seam of Spencer lips and he opened his mouth immediately allowing the other man to taste and explore him until they were both gasping for breath. Spencer finally had to push Hotch away to catch his breath and the other man pressed their foreheads together as they breathed.
"Hotch…" he whispered, hesitated, not sure if he should press for answers now or let the night run it's course.
Hotch huffed out a soft breath and tugged softely at the strands of hair under his fingers. Spencer gasped, a jolt of heat running down his spine, but he didn't let it tempt him to kiss Hotch again and ignore the need to talk things through.
"Aaron, talk to me."
"I love you."
Spencer's breath caught in his lungs and he pulled his head away from Hotch so he could study the other man, searching for any signs of deceit. He didn't think Hotch would lie or joke about something like this but Spencer had never imagined those words being said to him. Ever.
"I have for .. years. First as a colleague, a friend, but lately it's become… more." Spencer could read no lie in Hotch's words, instead his face was open with sincerity.
"Why did you never say anything?" Spencer heart was pounding, all but trying to burst from his chest.
"I'm your boss." Hotch replied with a small shrug. "I was afraid of how it would be perceived, the impropriety of it all. Plus I was never sure how you felt. How you would react."
Hotch's thumb brushed against the curve of his jaw and the older man leaned in to press a single featherlight kiss to his lips before pulling back again.
"I love you too." Spencer replied, his lips curving up uncontrollably. "I have for… a long time."
This time it was Spencer who leaned in and connected their lips again. It was slower this time, but deeper and filled with passion. He couldn't decide where he wanted to touch Hotch, his hands traveling into his hair, then down his neck and finally across the front of his chest, his fingers gripping around the other man's tie. It took several minutes for Spencer to pull away and continue with his next question.
"What made you change your mind?" He asked as he gave the tie an encouraging pull. "What made you come here tonight?"
Hotch released a heavy breath. "You almost died." He stated, "twice. So I told myself if you pulled through it was time to stop being a coward."
"I'm glad you did." Spencer replied.
"Me too."
Spencer's fingers wrapped more securely around his bosses silk tie and used it to lead Hotch along as Spencer stepped back further into his apartment.
Spencer moaned as Hotch caught his bottom lip between his own, the scrap of teeth sending a jolt of lust down his spine. His feet twisted together and it was only Hotch's fast reflexes that stopped them from stumbling to the floor and ruining the mood. Instead he guided Spencer into his lap as he sank down on the younger man's couch, legs spread wide to support his weight.
Spencer choked on a moan as their new position meant his ass was pressed snug to Hotch's cock and he could feel the hard line of it, and it felt deliciously thick and long. He couldn't stop his hips as they jerked forward, both to feel Hotch against him but also to get some pressure to his own throbbing cock.
Hotch's hands gripped his hips tight enough to bruise, guiding the grind of their bodies together, deepening the motion and his head flung back and he groaned deep in his chest. Spencer was memorized by the sight, the way his hair was a chaotic mess, the flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. He had done this. He had reduced his normally unflappable boss to this.
Spencer grabbed Hotch on either side of his face and tipped his head down to reconnect their lips. They stayed rocking together, exchanging biting kisses until the heat in Spencer's stomach had built into an inferno and he spared a passing thought to the way he was racing towards coming in his pants like a teenager when Hotch stilled his hips and pressed a light peck to his mouth before pulling back just enough to let them breath.
"Shh slowdown… there's no rush." He murmered in the space between them.
"Bedroom?" Spencer whispered back and when Hotch nodded Spencer extracted himself carefully from Hotch's lap and climbed unsteadily to his feet.
He kept his fingers wrapped around Hotch's tie and he tugged on it to encourage the other man in a silent request to stand which Hotch obliged. As soon as the other man was standing Spencer pulled him in for another series of heated kisses as he directed them down the hall.
Spencer was silently thanking his decision to accept a prescription from the hospital for Toradol and he had taken a dose not 30 minutes prior to Hotchs arrival. His neck barely throbbed as they continued to kiss as he led them blindly towards his bedroom, easily ignored.
As they crossed the threshold he deftly unwound the knot under his fingers and pulled Hotch's tie from around his neck, letting the wrinkled fabric fall to the floor.
Hotch hesitated just passed the threshold of his bedroom, his broad frame filling the doorway.
"Are you sure?" He asked, fingers tangling with Spencers and keeping them close to his chest.
Spencer's heart fluttered at the care the other man was showing, and instead of answering in words he raised their joined hands so he could press a kiss to Hotch's knuckles. First one hand then the other. He could hear Hotch's breath catch at the featherlight contact. He released Hotch's hands and they fell back to the other man's side. Spencer then reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt, his own tie long discarded before Hotch arrived.
He had only gotten the first two buttons open when Hotch reached out and gently stopped his work, his hands warm over Spencer's.
"Let me?" He asked, face earnest, gaze locked on the small strip of skin already revealed at Spencer's collar.
Spencer nodded, letting his hands fall from their task and allowing Hotch to take over.
Hotch started on the buttons of Spencer dress shirt, fingers quick and efficient and soon the fabric was sliding down Spencer's arms and falling to the floor. He then gently eased Spencer undershirt over his head, taking care to not jostle his head and tweak his neck.
He wasted no time getting Spencer belt unbuckled before he knelt at Spencer's feet to slid his slacks and underwear down his legs. Spencer's cock twitched at the sight of the other man on his knees but Hotch was focused on his task and didn't look up until he was back on his feet.
"Sit back." He commanded and Spencer was helpless but to obey and sat on the edge of the bed to allow Hotch to remove his socks.
Now that Spencer was stretched out on the bed and fully naked he turned his attention to himself. He didn't drag it out, didn't tease, just removed his clothing with hurried hands as Spencer watched with awe as each inch of skin was revealed to him.
When Hotch pushed his slacks and underwear down his cock bounced free, hard and straining up towards his stomach. Spencer's previous intuition was correct, he was… big, and Spencer found his gaze locked on the hard lenght, imagining the stretch as it pushed inside him, how good it would feel.
"Spencer."
The call of his name snapped him out of his daze and he flushed at being caught oggling the other man's cock.
The look on the other mans face was fondly amused, features softened in a way Hotch almost never showed in the office.
"Lay back for me sweetheart?" Hotch asked he rested one knee on the edge of the bed at Spencer's feet. "Let me take care of you."
Spencer felt his face heat at the pet name, his whole body melting into a puddle from the warmth it caused to flood through him.
Spencer tried not to squirm as Hotch began slowly kissing his way up his body. He started at the ankles, spreading Spencer legs and crawling his way up between them. Kiss after kiss. Ankle, knee, inner thighs. Just firm enough to not tickle, and pulled small, breathless sounds from Spencer's mouth.
When he reached the apex of Spencer's legs he hoped to feel that mouth on his aching cock but Hotch skipped right passed it without so much as a glance and Spencer whined desperately.
"Shh sweetheart, patience." Hotch murmered as he kissed just above Spencer's navel before surging up to claim his mouth, their bodies sliding deliciously together.
Spencer moaned into the kiss, his body arching up to acheive as much contact as possible with the impossibly warm body above his. He held Hotch close as the older man steals the very breath from his lungs before Hotch begun to trail his mouth across Spencer jaw and down his neck. This time Spencer feels the introducion of teeth to the mix and he gasped and moaned as Hotch left a path of vivid red marks down his neck and chest, each suck and scrap of teeth making him louder and louder.
"Your being so good for me, so perfect." Hotch murmered before he sucked Spencer's left nipple into his mouth and bite down.
Spencer threw his head back against the pillows, the jolt of pain shooting down his neck nothing compared to the pleasure racing through his veins as Hotch's hand came up to pinch and twist the other nipple.
Spencer cried out as Hotch alternated, back and forth, until his chest was hot and red and his nipples were tender and sensitive before he continued his journey down Spencer's body. Once Hotch was back to his hips he sat back on his heels to observe his work.
Spencer peeled his eyes open, not remembering when he had closed them, and observed Hotch through hooded lids. The other man was flushed, pink down to his chest and his lips appeared swollen from all the attention he had lavished on Spencer. The open hunger on his face surprised Spencer, he had never had a bed partner look at him quite like that before.
Hotch reached down and gave his cock a few short tugs and Spencer found his gaze locked onto the exotic sight. He couldn't help but squirm with impatience as his own cock throbbed and leaked where it lay against his abdomen.
"Aaron.. please." He begged, his hips rocking back and forth in desperation to be touched.
Hotch released his cock and ran a firm hand up Spencer's flank but did not give into Spencer's not-so subtle demand.
"Please what?" He crooned, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Use your words sweetheart."
Spencer groaned in frustration but did as the older man asked, pushing through the embarrassment of having to ask for what he wants out loud.
"Please touch me." His voice was barely above a whisper but he knew Hotch heard him when that smirk turned into a proper smile.
"Good boy."
Spencer gasped, then moaned brokenly as Hotch wrapped a calloused hand around his cock and gave him a firm stroke from root to tip. His thumb circled around the head, spreading the copious amount of wetness that had accumulated, before he leaned over and took the head in his mouth.
Spencer keened as he was surrounding by tight, wet heat as Hotch sunk his mouth even further down, his hand covering what his mouth couldn't. Wet noises filled the room as Hotch bobbed his head, sinking his mouth lower and lower until Spencer's cock slid to the back of Hotch's throat and his nose was pressed to Spencer's stomach. Spencer gripped the bedspread with both and cried out as Hotch swallowed around him, overhelmed and already feeling the tingling that signaled he was getting close.
Suddenly Hotch's mouth left his cock and Spencer whined mindlessly at the loss.
"Shhh sweetheart, I've got you." Hotch panted against his hip, voice hoarse and abused.
His hand took over where his mouth left off, pumping Spencer leisurely as he stuck two fingers of his other hand between his lips and got them nice and wet.
"Spread your legs for me Sweetheart."
Spencer could do nothing but obey, brain offline but could never not listen to that voice, and he spread his legs wide and tilted his hips up as Hotch dragged those wet fingers over his tight balls and down towards his entrance. They circled his rim, ever increasing the pressure until he relaxed enough for one to sank past the muscles.
He panted with his mouth open, as that first finger became two, then Hotch shuffled down the bed and added his mouth to mix. The hand on his cock slipping away to grip his ass cheek and spread him open even wider for Hotch's tongue and fingers to fuck him open until he felt loose and boneless.
Every time Hotch came up to breathe he was talking, the sound muffled through the ringing in Spencer's ears. He told Spencer about how much Hotch had longed for and dreamt of this moment, of them together. How well he was taking Hotch's fingers, how good he tasted, how sinful he sounded.
The pressure built and built and between one press and the next Hotch fingers scrapped against his prostate and Spencer came, hard. His cock jerking and coating his stomach and chest in streak after streak of white.
Spencer lost track of time as he got his breath back, Hotch petting along his thighs soothingly.
"Back with me?"
Spencer nodded, arms coming up to cover his face, beyond mortified he had come like that.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen."
Spencer lowered his arms at those words, looking towards Hotch and seeing how hard his cock was, standing straight up, angry and red against his stomach.
Hotch cocked his head and gave Spencer an assesing look. "Can you come again?"
Spencer nodded, still too embarrassed for words even with the knowledge that Hotch had liked it.
"Good." Hotch replied, slipping his fingers out of Spencer's hole. "The next one will be on my cock."
Spencer bit back a moan, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his spent cock twitched against his stomach and started to fill back up.
Hotch grinned, "yeah? You want me to fuck you sweetheart?"
Spencer nodded again and reached over to the bedside table to dig out lube and a condom.
As he lay back on the bed Hotch collected the items from him and ripped the condom open with his teeth before rolling it on. The lube quickly followed, a generous amount being slicked down his cock. Spencer's gaze once again locked on the sight of Hotch's hands on himself. How much bigger his cock looked when gripped in his broad hands.
It made him clench around nothing, desperate to have Hotch inside him.
They rearranged themselves carefully so Spencer was as comfortable as possible as Hotch settled himself between his thighs with Spencer's legs pressed firmly to the mattress on either side of him.
Hotch slid two fingers, slick with lube, back inside Spencer before he lined his cock up and pushed in. There was a moment of resistance but Spencer bore down and the head of Hotch's cock breached him. Spencer could barely catch his breath it felt so good as Hotch's cock sunk in inch by inch. Slow and steady until Hotch's hips met his ass and he was fully inside.
Spencer clenched down on the thick cock inside him and Hotch groaned, long and loud before he pulled out half way and thrust back in.
"You feel so perfect around me. So tight." Hotch punctuated his statement with another slow, deep thrust of his hips.
It wasn't fast fucking, but a steady, slow rocking, nice and deep which left Spencer feeling absolutely boneless. He let Hotch's control everything and with just a few adjustments the older man's cock was hitting his prostate with the same accuracy Hotch was known for in the field.
Spencer couldn't stop the sounds coming out of his mouth, moan after moan with each thrust of Hotch's hips, not even caring how loud he was being. Or how many noise complaints he might receive from his neighbours in the morning.
"Taking me so good sweetheart." Spencer keened at the continued compliments. The praise going a long way to helping Spencer's cock get back to full hardness, leaking and red.
Spencer wished he could say the second orgasm took longer then the first but the reality was all it took was Hotch shifting positions. He brought Spencer's legs up over the crook of his elbows and somehow he sank in even deeper then before and suddenly Spencer was right there on the edge again
"Aaron," he moaned. "I'm close."
Hotch responded by wrapping one broad hand around Spencer's cock and stroked, one, two, three times and he was coming again. His whole body tensed up as he added to the mess on his stomach.
Hotch groaned, curling over Spencer's body and his hips jerked, hard, before stilling, his head resting against Spencer's chest.
They laid there for several minutes, Spencer wasn't sure exactly how long, his brain was blissfully quiet as they got their breath back. Then with a tired groan Hotch pushed himself back up and pulled his softening cock out of Spencer's body. Spencer whined softly at the empty feeling as Hotch shuffed to the edge of the bed to dispose of condom.
"I'll be right back." He murmured as he got to his feet and exited the bedroom, presumably heading towards the washroom.
15 seconds later and Spencer's hunch was confirmed as the sound of running water came from the hallway. Another 23 seconds and Hotch was returning, a damp cloth in hand.
Hotch gently cleaned him up, paying special attention to the congealing mess on his stomach and chest while Spencer could barely keep his eyes open. The long day and two orgasms taking their toll on him.
"We can talk more in the morning." Hotch said as he threw the soiled cloth in Spencer's laundry hamper.
Spencer nodded and Hotch helped Spencer under the covers before he climbed into the bed himself and they quickly fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.
Spencer woke the next morning alone in bed and at first he was convinced it had all been a dream. A wonderful, wonderful dream. Until he felt the lingering warmth Hotch left in the sheets beside him, a hint of woody cologne clinging to his skin and the sound of ceramic clinking from the kitchen. He was just debating getting out of the bed himself when the bedroom door was pushed open and Hotch returned. Two large mugs of steaming coffee balanced carefully in his hands, the bottle of Toradol trapped under his arm.
He was only wearing his undershirt and briefs, a soft smile forming when he spotted Spencer was awake.
"Good morning Sweetheart."