A/N: A NEW FIC DROP WUUUUUT. For a fandom I have never written before too! I am an old Criminal Minds fan, and these two are ny top ship from the show. I joined a fandom server lately and it has done wonders for my motivation! Still not writing as much, but I have a better life balance right now so can't be sad about it.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Ship: HotchReid
Rating: M
WC: 1800
TW: M/M, Oral, Anal, Missing Scene, AU.
Summary: After scoring a 100 on his gun re-qualification in season 14: Truth or Dare Spencer Reid thanks his teacher from all those years ago.
Hotch let out a surprised gasp as he found himself slammed against his closed office door and hands with long slender fingers immediately dropped to his belt and pulled the buckle loose with three sharp jerks. He was still reeling from the sudden appearance of his lover when those fingers moved on to his zipper and released his rapidly hardening cock from the confines of the dark blue jeans he had chosen to wear that day as he did chores around the house.
"Spence? Wha-" he stuttered out, near breathless as Spencer looked up at him through his lashes as he slid to his knees at Hotch's feet and grinned wickedly as he yanked the belt from the loops before those slender fingers reached inside and pulled his half hard cock out.
Spencer gave his cock a few slow, tight pulls and Hotch went from half hard to throbbing so fast his head swam. He wasn't as young as he used to be and the blood rushing south made him momentarily lightheaded. He leaned his weight heavier against the door so he didn't fall over as a feather light kiss was pressed to the already dripping head.
Hotch opened his mouth, ready to try getting some answers when sinfully soft lips interrupted him to wrap around the head and sucked, hard. He moaned helplessly and slid both hands into his partners unruly hair, gripping the strands tightly as Spencer moved his lips further down the shaft and swallowed him down to the base.
His mouth was perfect, hot and wet and with almost a decade of familiarity it meant he could slide Hotch all the way down his throat and hold him there without choking. Not by accident, not unless he wanted it too.
The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of Spencer's mouth on his cock as he alternated between swallowing around the thick shaft and sucking on the head. They were joined by the melody of desperate sounds of Hotch's pleasure, deep groans and desire filled gasps as Spencer brought him right to the edge, over and over again. Until he was panting and near overwhelmed and he tugged on long chestnut strands signaling for the other man to let up before he spilled down his throat. He wasn't ready for it to be over so quickly.
Spencer leaned back on his heels and wiped his slick mouth on the sleeve of his shirt before meeting Hotch's gaze, his eyes black with arousal, his lips red and swollen.
"Spence…" Hotch's voice was caught in his throat and he cleared it harshly before speaking again, "what brought this on?"
"Complaining?" Spencer asked, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent a shiver down Hotch's spine to coil in his gut and his cock twitched.
"Not at all." He answer, sweeping a errant lock of Spencer's hair away from his face.
"I scored a 100 on my re-qualification today," his lips stretched into a proud smile, though his eyes still burned with arousal, "thought I should thank my teacher."
Hotch felt his chest swell with pride, Spencer had come such a long way since that wet behind the ears agent who had failed his gun qualification all those years ago.
He rested his thumb against a slick spot of saliva that still clung to Spencer's bottom lip, slowly wiping it away. "I never doubted you."
Spencer's cheeks flushed and he sucked Hotch's thumb into the wet cavern of his mouth, the move punching another groan from Hotch's throat.
He reluctantly pulled his thumb free, "Bedroom."
He helped Spencer off the floor, the younger man's injured knee protesting the time spent on the unforgiving wood and they stumbled towards their bedroom, shedding clothes in a trail as they went. First Hotch's black t-shirt, followed by Spencer's tie, and vest, his shirt half way unbutton as Hotch almost tripped over the tangle of his jeans. They shared laughed filled kisses as the last items joined the rest.
As soon as the bedroom door was locked behind them Hotch hand reached out towards Spencer's hard cock, trying to return the favour, but the genius batted his hands away. He flashed a cheeky grin at the older man before he pushed Hotch onto the bed, the headboard banging against the wall with a dull thud.
Spencer crawled up the bed after him, using his deceptively wide shoulders to spread Hotch's sprawled legs wider and find a home between them.
Hotch shut his eyes tight with a groan as Spencer continued his torture, first pressing teasingly gently kisses against his heavy sack before he sucked one, then the other into his hot mouth.
"Spence… please," he begged, gripping the bedsheets with one hand as the other cupped the back of Spencer's head, barely resisting the urge to pull on the silky strands as that hot mouth traveled up the length of his cock.
Spencer appeared to listen to his plea as he pressed a single, open mouthed kiss to the leaking head before he scrambled up Hotch's body to straddle his waist.
Their groins pressed together with perfect friction, his partners cock sliding across his own with a wet drag. Spencer's cock was already red and leaking at the head even without any direct stimulation so far. The younger man turned on just from the act of getting on his knees for Hotch.
As Spencer connects their lip in a passionate kiss his slender hands run up Hotch's arms, encouraging them above his head where he pins them in place against the deep green sheets. Hotch arched up against the unexpected strength in the younger mans grip. Spencer had put on a surprising amount of muscle mass in the last few years, especially since he got out of prison, and Hotch loved the safe feeling it gave him to be under him. It wasn't something he had ever expected to feel but had cherished after returning home from witness protection.
They trade increasingly sloppy and desperate kisses, lips and tongue playing against each other as their hips slowly rocked together. The tantalizing slide of the cocks gaining traction until they were rutting together, both of them slick with a combination of sweat and precum.
Spencer released the hold he had on Hotch's wrists to run his hands down the older man's torso and Hotch moaned as clever fingers found his nipples and twisted, just on the right side of too hard. They pulled away too soon but Hotch writhed as teeth followed. His cock twitched, hard, and another flood of liquid oozed across his abdomen and joined the slick mess already there. It took everything he had to not finish then and there between the press of the bellies.
"Fuuuuuck" he moaned out as he gently pushed Spencer back, creating some space between them, "'m close."
Hotch could feel the flush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks and down his chest at his admission, but Spencer only grinned at the comment. He was 50 years old, he should have better stamina than this but his nipples had always been extra sensitive, a fact that Spencer had always taken every advantage of that he could.
Determined to be inside Spencer before he finished Hotch fumbled blindly towards the bed side table. Searching urgently for the small tube kept tucked beside their collection of toys in the top drawing. He pulled it out triumphantly only for Spencer to snatch it from his grasp.
Spencer bit his bottom lip as he put on a bit of a show, popping the lid on the lube and squeezing a healthy amount over his fingers until they glistened. He reached the hand behind himself and threw his head back on a loud moan as he pressed the first finger inside himself. Hotch clenched a fistful of the sheets as his partner quickly moved on to two, then three fingers inside himself, not stifling any of the obscene noises that spilled from his lips.
Hotch watched entranced as Spencer rocked his hips back into each thrust of his hand, eyes shut tight in rapture. His cock bobbing in the air and leaking, adding even more mess to Hotch's belly, sticking to the dark hairs there.
"Ready?" he gasped out, his hooded eyes meeting Hotch's as the older man moaned out an affirmative.
His fingers made a wet squelching sound as the genius pulled them free from the depth of his body and a gasp caught in Hotch's throat as they grasped his cock. He held his breath as the shaft was held steady and his tip pressed against Spencer's slick, relaxed rim.
Hotch's hands found their way to Spencer's hip as the genius paused, not able to resist one last tease.
"Come on Spence, enough teasing. Please" He begged, toes curling as his cock finally breached his hole, sinking in inch by inch and all thoughts were forced from his head by the addicting feel of tight heat wrapping around him.
Hotch held him steady by the waist as Spencer ass met his hips and he was as deep inside his lover as he could be. They stilled, waiting for Spencer to adjust to the thickness of his shaft, his cheeks stained pink and beautiful from his perch above the older man.
It doesn't take long for Spencer to relax around Hotch, and soon he was letting out a shuddering breath as he began to rock in his lap, a sound filled with so much aching pleasure it made Hotch's cock throb. He had his hands braced against Hotch's chest, using it to balance as he lifted himself up a few inches then dropped back down. Not hard or fast but slow and dirty, grinding down and keeping Hotch's cock buried deep inside him.
After all the build up and teasing it doesn't take long for Hotch to find himself on the edge again. His control already worn thin, combined with the feel of his muscles shifting with each grinds of his hips, the sounds it pulled from the younger mans throat as he adjusted the angle of his movements until just right, his prostate abused with each deep grind.
Spencer's thumbnail scraped the edge of one perked nipple, a jolt of sweet pain the shot up Hotch's spine and that was it. His gripped tightened to near bruising intensity as he spilled, thick and wet inside his partner, shuddering and moaning, eyes clenched shut tight.
After he stopped trembling and caught his breath he pulled on Spencer, encouraging the other man to straddle his shoulders so he could take Spencer's cock in his mouth. It took no further prompting for Spencer to begin shallowly thrusting, the angle perfect for Hotch to take him all the way into his throat. He closed his eyes and breathed steadily through his nose as his mouth was filled over and over until Spencer spilled down his throat in several salty pulses.
Ten minutes and a quick shower later they were curled up together on the living room couch. Pajama clad and each holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"I'm proud of you." He spoke into Spencer hair before pressing a quick kiss to the sweaty mess of curls and pulled him tighter to his side.
I’ve been rewatching criminal minds, more specifically season 5, episode 7 “The performer” and I was wondering why people don’t pay much attention to Spencer in that era (or maybe I’m just not seeing it?) but GOD look at this man. Post prison Spencer this, fetus Reid that, have you seen that man with A CANE, LONG HAIR, AND THE VAMPIRE LOOK?
Let’s be real… the longer his hair, the more unhinged things I’d let him do to me.
𖤓 Aaron tried to ignore the way he felt about spencer, the guilt when he had to cut his rambles short, the flutter in his stomach when he saw his puppy eyes, the way his eyes softened as spencer began to talk about anything, but the subtle lift at the corner of his lips gave it away, something that the stoic and shielded man barely showed unless he was truly fond of someone.
𖤓 A part of Aaron didn’t want to love Spencer. He was his boss for gods sake, Spencer was younger and an absolute genius, and Aaron was a recently divorced single dad who was co-parenting with his ex wife. Not the perfect man, and especially not for Spencer.
𖤓 However, despite the little smiles and softer eyes, giving away Aaron’s love which he wouldn’t want to admit to, Spencer was oblivious to it
𖤓 Everyone believed hotch was straight, and he was only recently divorced, so why would he like Spencer… right?
𖤓 He caved. Aaron eventually told Spencer, leading to a flustered and awkward Spencer reciting the paragraph about fraternising he had read in the FBI textbook, only to be cut off by a soft kiss
𖤓 They became practically inseparable after that, brushing it off as budget cuts when they shared rooms on cases, extra backup when aaron went to check out a location with Spencer, that its better for two people to go undercover than one, that he’s just being cautious when tightening Spencer’s bullet proof best for the fourth time.
𖤓 Despite how awkward Spencer could be, he clicked with jack pretty quick, the little boy watching all the science shows spencer liked even if he didn’t really understand it, Spencer would explain it all in great detail and Jack felt like the smartest 5 year old on the planet.
𖤓 If Spencer ever left the office before Aaron, the older man would come home to Spencer and Jack either curled up under a knitted blanket or sharing treats from the bakery down the road from Aaron’s apartment, the pair looking more adorable than anything Aaron had ever seen.
𖤓 Spencer was hesitant at work, sometimes even around the team, scared if HR found out, worried about a transfer, about reactions
𖤓 Although that was gone after Aaron invited him into his office for lunch and kissed him on the temple in the middle of the bullpen
𖤓 The two men were sickeningly domestic, grocery shopping for the apartment they finally now shared. Jack sat in the cart swinging his legs as he gives his best puppy eyes, taught by Spencer, waiting for his dad to give in and buy chocolate brownies
yeah hotchreid is my n1 ship guys😁 i love little headcannons i might do more!!
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