Title: Calm
By: Stacy L.A. Stronach
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: R/FRM
Word count: 930
Notes: Written for the song ficlet challenge for static_star18, song "Mr. Brightside", lyric prompt: "It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this." Her choice? H/R fluff.
WARNING: Post "No Way Out" spoilers

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Aaron Hotchner sighs as he walks into his hotel room. It's been a long night; the search for Frank and Jane has turned up absolutely nothing. The official search had been called off around 11 p.m. but Gideon had been insistent on continuing so Hotch had stayed with him, ordering the rest of the team back to the hotel for some rest. It's almost two a.m. and it had taken him almost an hour to talk Gideon into returning to the hotel-there wasn't much they could do in the desert in the middle of the night.

Hotch looks over at his bed and frowns when he sees that Spencer is lying there, still awake. The bedside lamp is on and Spencer is staring at the ceiling, he doesn't even seem aware of Hotch's presence. Hotch can still remember the look on Spencer's face when they got inside Frank's trailer; he's never seen Spencer look quite so afraid.

Quickly stripping out of his clothes, Hotch pulls back the covers and slides into bed next to his lover. "Spencer?" he whispers, kissing his cheek.

Spencer's body is shaking, like he's cold and can't get warm. He turns his head and looks at Hotch in surprise. "Hotch? When did you get back?"

"Just now. How're you?"

"I...I don't know."

Hotch slides his arm around Spencer's waist, encouraging him to turn on his side to face him. "Come here," he says.

Spencer obeys, cuddling in close to Hotch, wrapping his arms around him and pushing his face against Hotch's shoulder. "I can't stop seeing it, every time I close my eyes, I see that place, the blood...it's like I can feel the pain," he whispers.

Stroking one hand through Spencer's hair, while the other idly caresses Spencer's back, Hotch kisses the top of his head. "I know. It got to me too...knowing what his victims had suffered through..." he trails off as Spencer looks up at him, meeting his gaze. They stare at one another for several moments before Hotch leans forward placing a gentle kiss against Spencer's mouth. When Spencer still doesn't relax, Hotch pulls back and looks at him again, then smiles at him. "Remember the first time I kissed you?"

"Of course, I have an eidetic memory, Hotch."

Hotch kisses the tip of Spencer's nose, chuckling. "Yeah, it was in the file room of that cop shop just outside Seattle."

"Portland. You always mix that up," Spencer says, managing a small grin.

"So I do. I do remember how worried I was that you'd reject me."

"Really? You didn't seem nervous. And like I would've rejected you, I'd had a crush on you forever," Spencer pauses for moment, looking up at Hotch. "It felt so good, I was so amazed that you wanted me."

"You tasted so good...still do. I love kissing you, I'll never get tired of it," Hotch whispers before leaning in and kissing Spencer again.

This time, Spencer responds to him, opening his mouth, letting Hotch taste him, sucking on his tongue and making Hotch groan. Hotch lets his fingers trail over Spencer's hip and down to caress his half hard cock. Spencer thrusts his hips forward, moaning into the kiss, pushing his tongue against Hotch's and into his mouth.

Hotch shifts so that their cocks are rubbing together. He wraps his hand around both of their dicks, stroking slowly, letting the pleasure build. Both of them are thrusting their hips now and Spencer breaks the kiss, his eyes closing as his head tilts back. Leaning in, Hotch licks the long column of Spencer's throat, kissing and nipping the spots he knows are sensitive. Spencer slides his hand up along Hotch's arm and shoulder before cupping the back of Hotch's head, letting his fingers wind through the short, dark hair.

They're both breathing heavily now and Hotch keeps a slow steady rhythm going, even though Spencer is begging him for more. It isn't long before Spencer is reduced to senseless muttering and moans; Hotch knows he's close and can feel how close his own orgasm is. Wrapping his hand tighter around their cocks and increasing the speed, Hotch sucks on Spencer's neck and then Spencer lets out a strangled cry. His body tenses as he comes, spurting over Hotch's hand and dick; Hotch keeps stroking, harder and faster until his own orgasm overtakes him. He presses his face against Spencer's neck, muffling his moan.

They're still for a few minutes as their breathing slows to normal and their bodies relax. Reaching down, Spencer pulls Hotch's hand up to his mouth and licks their mingled come off of his hand. Hotch watches him and kisses Spencer again once he releases Hotch's hand.

Spencer cuddles in close to Hotch, wrapping his arms and legs around his body. Hotch leans over Spencer, grabbing a couple tissues from the box on the nightstand. "Want me to leave the light on?" he asks quietly, knowing that Spencer is still afraid of the dark and that tonight, of all nights, he'll most likely need the light.

"Mmm hmm, yes, please," Spencer says.

Hotch smiles softly as he quickly cleans them off with the tissues before throwing them in the wastebasket next to the bed.

As Hotch settles down next to Spencer, the younger man is almost asleep. "I love you," he murmurs as Hotch wraps his arms around him, holding him close.

"I love you, too," Hotch whispers in his ear. "And I've got you, I've always got you," he says and waits until Spencer is asleep before allowing himself to join him.

~~the end

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