Title: A Pleasant Surprise
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3, 20_est_relships
Prompt: 3, Pleasure
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Aaron Hotchner or Spencer Reid, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Spencer cautiously slid an arm around Aaron as he lay behind the other man in bed; he knew that he had to be slow and careful about this, or his boyfriend would pull away from him. Aaron didn't mean to, but he had conditioned himself to be wary of touch.

But surprisingly, that didn't happen. Instead, Aaron sighed softly, one hand moving down to where Spencer's rested on his stomach and twining their fingers together. Spencer smiled, moving slightly closer to Aaron and resting his cheek against the other man's hair.

"It's getting easier for me to be physically close with you," Aaron murmured, his voice barely a whisper in the darkened quiet of their bedroom. "I keep telling myself that it's going to take small, baby steps. That I have to walk before I can run."

"You can't rush yourself," Spencer told him, holding back a sigh of his own. He wished that it was possible for Aaron to put the past behind him, but he knew that wasn't going to be easy for his boyfriend to do, and he was determined not to push.

"It's been too long already," Aaron told him, his voice choked. "I'm always so afraid that I'm going to lose you because of it, Spencer. That you'll get tired of waiting for me and decide that you want to be with someone who isn't so .... damaged."

"I love you no matter what your problems are," Spencer said, tightening his arm around Aaron's waist. He pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's bare shoulder; at least he'd managed to get Aaron to take off his shirt when they were in bed. It was a start.

"You deserve better, you know," Aaron continued, a slight catch in his voice as he spoke the words. "You're so young, Spencer. You have your whole life ahead of you. And you deserve to be able to live that life with someone who isn't as messed up as I am."

"You're forgetting something," Spencer said softly, pressing another kiss to Aaron's skin. "I don't want to be with anybody else. I made the choice to be with you -- and you're the one I want to be with. I'm not going anywhere, Aaron."

"If it wasn't for Foyet, this would all be so easy," Aaron whispered, the words now barely audible. "I was so ready to be with you in the physical sense before all of this happened. Damn him. Damn him to hell for taking away our future."

"He didn't take it," Spencer said, his voice growing stronger. "You'll get over this. And I'm going to be beside you every step of the way." He fell silent, searching for the right words, the words that would convince his boyfriend he was telling the truth.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get over it," Aaron said, the words coming out slowly. "I wonder if I'll ever be able to feel sexual pleasure again. I feel so .... so closed off within myself, Spencer. I want to enjoy being with you, but a part of me is afraid to let myself do that."

Spencer nodded, his throat tightening, holding back a sudden rush of tears. He hated that Foyet had taken so much away from Aaron, but all they could do was to move forward from that. The steps they took might be small, but they would eventually arrive at their destination.

"You will," he said softly, slowly moving his hand down the front of Aaron's body until it rested on his lover's crotch. He didn't want to make any sudden movements, but he did want to show Aaron that he wasn't as resistant to physical pleasure as he might think.

To his surprise, Aaron shifted his hips slightly, pushing his narrow hips against Spencer's hand; he was obviously aroused by the touch, though he didn't seem to want to put his feelings into words. Still, Spencer felt encouraged enough to take this a step further.

Very slowly and gently, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Aaron's boxers, starting to slowly pull them down his boyfriend's thighs. Without a word, Aaron moved to allow the fabric to be slid down; within seconds, Spencer's hand was against bare flesh.

Holding his breath, he slowly curled his fingers around Aaron's cock, not stroking, simply holding the other man in his hand, letting Aaron get used to the sensation of being touched. He wanted to tighten his grip, but for the moment, he didn't dare to move.

Aaron pushed his hips forward, into Spencer's hand, moaning as he did so. "That feels so good," he whispered, turning his head slightly on the pillow. "I love it when you touch me like this, Spencer. Don't stop." The last two words came out on another soft moan.

Spencer wasn't about to let this opportunity go by, now that Aaron had given him permission to go ahead with what he was doing. Slowly, gently, he hegan to move his hand on the other man's shaft, eliciting another soft moan from Aaron.

He pressed another gentle kiss to his lover's bare shoulder, speeding up his movements as he went along. This might not be exactly what he wanted, but it was a good beginning -- and hopefully, it was helping Aaron to break down some of the walls he'd built up around himself.

All he wanted to do at the moment was remove his own boxers and feel that he was skin to skin with Aaron, but he didn't dare go that far; that might send his boyfriend scurrying back behind those protective walls, and Spencer wanted those barriers to crumble for good.

Still, he could feel the warmth of Aaron's body pressed against him, his crotch against the rounded firmness of his boyfriend's ass; the pleasure of it took his breath away. If this could feel so good, how was it going to feel when they finally made love?

That was a pleasure that would come with time, Spencer assured himself, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on what he was doing. For now, this was a step in the right direction -- and he had to admit that he was enjoying it as much as Aaron was.

Well, maybe not just as much, but he was enjoying it nonetheless. He reveled in the sound of Aaron's soft gasps and moans, the feel of his boyfriend's hard cock in his hand, the sensation of Aaron's body moving against his own.

This couldn't last for long; he could already sense that Aaron was on the verge of coming, and he himself was dangerously close to the edge from just the feel of his own hardened cock pressing against Aaron's ass. Spencer was sure that they would both reach a peak within seconds.

Just as that thought coalesced in his mind, he felt Aaron's body stiffen, and a rush of warmth coating his fingers. Another movement of his own hips, and he was letting himself go, his own soft moan joining the other man's in the calm, still air.

They both lay there for several long moments, panting softly, their bodies slowly spiraling back down to the ground after the heights they'd reached. That was a pleasure that he hadn't thought he'd have tonight, Spencer thought with an inward smile. It had been a good surprise.

Slowly, he loosened his hold on his boyfriend, sitting up and reaching over to the bedside table for the box of tissues that was kept there. Aaron turned over on his back, watching Spencer, a small smile hovering around the corners of his lips.

Spencer leaned down to kiss him, the kiss long and lingering. He felt as though more than a few of those walls Aaron had been building up around himself had crumbled to the ground tonight -- and he was sure that those walls wouldn't go back into place again.

"That was .... nice," Aaron whispered, his dark gaze meeting Spencer's. "More than that," he amended, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "That felt amazing. I love the way you touch me, Spencer. And I want to touch you in the same way."

"You will," Spencer promised him with a smile. At the moment, he just wanted to get up and change his clothes, but he couldn't think of a polite way of doing so. "We've got lots of time, Aaron. Small steps, remember? Tonight was just the first one."

Aaron nodded, smiling again and reaching up to place a hand on Spencer's cheek. The younger man leaned down to kiss him again, then slid off the bed with an apologetic smile and headed towards the door of their bedroom, explaining as he went.

"I've just got to run to the bathroom for a second -- you don't mind, do you?" he asked, wishing that there was a better way to get down the hallway and into his own bedroom for clean clothes, but knowing that it really didn't matter. Aaron probably knew what was up.

"Don't take too long," Aaron said softly, propping himself up on his elbows. He still hadn't pulled up his boxers from around his thighs; Spencer could feel a jolt of desire go through his body at the sight of the other man lying there nearly naked.

"I won't, I promise," he breathed, turning and hurrying down the hallway. Would there be more pleasure to come for them tonight? He didn't think so, but then, he hadn't expected what had already happened. And it seemed that tonight, anything might be possible.

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