Growing Up Again

Growing Up Again

 

Ahmose Inarus

 

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any financial profit from writing this.

 

SLASH! H/R Just… nothing while Reid is "under age". ^_^

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Twenty Two Years Old

 

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Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid slept silently as the dark clouds rolled in.  A gentle rain began to fall, and a soft roll of thunder was what woke Reid.  His eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a breath, then stretched his sore limbs.  Both he and Hotch let out low groans as Reid’s inner muscles tightened and contracted around Hotch’s penis; he had never withdrawn from his mate’s body after their lovemaking the night before…

 

Hotch wrapped his arms around Reid and held him close, and Reid shivered and whimpered as the man’s fingertips skimmed over his penis.  Then Hotch nuzzled his nose into Reid’s hair and kissed and nipped at the skin just behind his ear.  Then, arm around Reid to keep him held close, Hotch rolled them over, pressing Reid face down into the mattress while he straddled the youth’s buttocks.  He ground against him, his penis slowly swelling and hardening within his lover’s body. Reid groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he lifted his hips obligingly.

 

“Nnh…”  Hotch grunted, leaning over Reid and bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Reid’s head as he began to take up a shallow thrusting within the youth’s body.  Reid moaned softly, curling his fingers to grip the pillow under his head tightly, slowly parting his thighs and pressing back into the soft thrusts.

 

“God…  Spencer…”  Hotch gasped, moving one hand down to grip the young man’s hip tightly as he began to lengthen his thrusts, drawing out until only the head of his erection was tucked inside, and then pushing all the way back in.

 

“Aaannnnhh…”  Reid moaned, clenching around the invader as it pressed in, and Hotch hissed as well, bowing his head and kissing over Reid’s shoulders.

 

Then…  there was a knock on the front door.  Hotch and Reid both froze, and Reid let out a groan of agitation while Hotch just snarled.  He buried his face into his lover’s hair and began bucking into him again, moving faster and harder than before, eliciting a keen of delight from the young man beneath him.  There was another louder knock and Hotch slid a hand beneath Reid’s hips, fondling his erection.  Then there was an all out pounding on the door.

 

“Aaaahg!  Make them go away!!!!”  Reid howled.

 

“Ignore them.”  Hotch snorted, and distracted Reid with an especially hard and well-placed thrust.

 

“AAH!  GOD!!!”

 

And then…  the phone rang.

 

“…  OH MY GOD!!!”  Reid wailed, and this wasn’t in pleasure.

 

Downstairs on the front step, Morgan was holding up his phone for the team to hear when the call was answered.

 

“WHAT?!”  Snapped their superior, and the team stared at the phone.  Morgan shook his head with a grin.

 

“Good morning, sunshine!!!”  He sang.  His response was one that none of the team expected…  a low, dangerous growl…

 

“…  Go…  the fuck…  away.”

 

“Come on, Hotch!  The whole team is here!  Get up and open the door!”  Morgan laughed.

 

“Derek Morgan, you son of a bitch!”  Reid howled, much to the team’s surprise.  But their eyes nearly popped out when he blurted, “Oh God, Aaron!”

 

“Uhhhh…  hm.”  JJ got out, and Emily winced.

 

“…  Wow.”  Garcia whispered, and Rossi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

 

“You boys finish.”  Morgan chuckled, shaking his head.  “We’ll wait.”

 

“…  Fuck you.”  Hotch snapped, and slammed the phone down, hanging up.  And as the team stood there, staring at each other in awkward amusement, they could vaguely hear the muffled cries of their youngest teammate through the window of the master bedroom, right over their heads…

 

“Oh dear…”  Garcia giggled.

 

“Come on…  let’s go pick up some coffee and breakfast…  THAT should lure them out.”  Emily grinned.

 

“Sounds good to me.”  Garcia grinned, and Rossi and Morgan trailed after them amiably. 

 

They were back at the house in twenty minutes with coffee, breakfast burritos and breakfast pastries.

 

Morgan immediately started pounding on the front door.  “GOOD MORNING BOYS!!!”  He called loudly in the direction of the bedroom window.

 

A moment later, they got a thunderous response.  “DEREK MORGAN, YOU’RE FIRED!!!”

 

Morgan just shook his head, laughing.

 

“Move.”  Rossi sighed, and pulled out his keys.  Then, to the team’s amusement, he selected two, unlocked the two locks on the front door, and pushed it open.  The alarm sounded its warning tone.  Rossi calmly walked over and keyed in the code.

 

“ROSSI!!!  GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”  Came the thundering command from up the stairs.  The team shared nervous glances, but Rossi just made his way into the living room, sat in the arm chair and turned on the television. 

 

Upstairs, Hotch still lay atop his lover’s thin frame, face buried in his hair.  “…  I hate that man.”  He snarled, and Reid was unable to hold back the giggle, ending up letting out a loud snort of laughter.  “Shut up.”  Hotch snapped, and slowly moved off of his lover allowing his spent erection to slip from the youth’s body.  Reid shivered, but inhaled deeply as he stretched, savoring the pleasant ache in certain parts of his body.  Then he stood and headed to the bathroom.  He was thinking about a shower when suddenly, he sniffed the air.

 

“…  Ooh!”  He gasped, then threw on clothes and FLEW past Hotch, who stared after him, startled and confused.  Down in the living room, the team jumped at the thundering on the stairs, and then Reid was there.  “Oh my God, you brought coffee.”

 

“Here you go.”  Morgan grinned, passing Reid a cup.

 

“Mmmm…”  Reid hummed, slowly sinking into the sofa and sipping his coffee.

 

“Yummy?”  Garcia asked, offering Reid a breakfast pastry.

 

“Mmmm….”  Reid said again, accepting it and taking a big bite.

 

“So…  How was the sex?”  Garcia asked, and Reid promptly choked.

 

Rossi sighed and resignedly slapped Reid on the back to dislodge the pastry while giving Garcia a dirty look.

 

A few minutes later, Hotch came down the stairs.  The team turned and looked up at the man.  He glared.

 

“…  I thought I made myself clear when I told you to go away.”

 

“They brought COFFEE!”  Reid announced happily, and Morgan grinned.

 

“Yeah, Hotch.  We brought COFFEE!!!”

 

“And pastries!”  Garcia sang, offering the man a coffee an pastry.  Hotch glared.  Slowly, Garcia’s smile faded and she drooped.  When he continued to glare, she fidgeted and shoved the coffee and pastry into his hands and then backed away, dropping back into her seat and silently eating her own pastry.

 

“Aaron.  Stop trying to intimidate your team.”  Rossi snorted.  “It was raining and we weren’t going to stand out there and wait for you to let us in.

 

“I’m still hungry!”  Reid announced, then twisted about and snatched the pastry from Hotch’s hand.  The man eyed Reid, then just sighed and shook his head, sitting down on the arm of the chair and selecting his own pastry from the box.

 

“YOU’RE just lucky you don’t have a colossal hangover.”  Emily snorted, eyeing Reid. 

 

“Mindblowing sex can do that.”  Garcia said happily, and Hotch stopped with the pastry in his mouth and gave her a look.  Reid choked again and Rossi smacked him on the back, glaring at Garcia.

 

“Will you stop that?!”

 

“So um…  what ARE you all doing here?”  Reid asked, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

 

“Oh, just…  checking up on our favorite little genius.”  Emily said with a mischievous smirk.

 

“If that’s all you can get the hell out.”  Hotch snorted, then fixed and intense gaze on Reid.  “So we can go back to bed.”  Reid flushed, but was unable to hide the pleased smile that crossed his face as he gazed up at his lover.  Hotch just stared down at him, smirking.  Reid shivered, and the team laughed at the… overtly silent sexual exchange.

 

“Seriously, though.”  Hotch said.  “I haven’t had sex for three weeks.  I would like to…  indulge.” 

 

The team just stared at Hotch, and jaws DROPPED.  Reid squeaked and turned a very becoming shade of pink, eyes popping out at Hotch’s…  brazen announcement.

 

“It’s Reid’s last day off…  seriously?”  Emily finally blurted

 

“Yes.  Do you mind?!”  Hotch snapped.  “We were ENJOYING his last day off when you nosy jerks let yourself into our home!”

 

“Aaron!”  Reid gasped, shocked at how rude Hotch was being.

 

“YOU.”  Hotch growled, pointing a finger at Reid.  “Upstairs.  NOW.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Go.”

 

“But—“

 

“GO.”

 

“Aaron you can’t be ser—“

 

“Now.”  Hotch rumbled, and Reid’s voice trailed off.  His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and then he stumbled to his feet and awkwardly shuffled around the sofa and towards the stairs, face burning in embarrassment.  At the stairs, he paused and glanced back at Hotch.  The man’s dark eyes were smoldering in his lust, making Reid gulp.  “I’ll be up in a minute…”  Reid’s eyes widened and his pink complexion darken to red, and he scuttled up the stairs.

 

“…  Wow.”  Garcia gasped.

 

“Now then.”  Hotch said, turning and looking at the team.  “It’s high time Spencer and I re-establish our bond as LOVERS.  We will see you tomorrow at the office.  Lock the door on your way out.”  And he turned and headed up the stairs after Reid, not even sparing his team a backward glance.

 

“…  What if we wanna stay and listen in?!”  Garcia blurted suddenly.  Hotch paused, but again, didn’t look back.

 

“As long as you don’t disturb us, I really don’t give a damn.”  He chuckled, a sinister tone in his voice, and then he disappeared and they heard the door to the Master Suite close…  and lock.  Loudly.

 

“…  Wow.”  JJ said.

 

“No kidding.”  Emily agreed.

 

A moment later, they heard Reid.

 

“And that’s my exit cue!”  Rossi blurted, getting to his feet.  “Come on, everyone out, I need to lock up.”

 

“But we wanna stay!”  Garcia whined.

 

“OUT!”  Rossi ordered, and herded the team out the door…  “We’ll come back for dinner or something!”  He half told the team, and half called up the stairs.

 

“FINE!  NOW GET OUT!”  Hotch roared back. And the team did.

 

Upstairs, Hotch turned his attention back to Reid, who he had pinned onto the loveseat before the fireplace in the sitting room of the Master Suite.  He smirked.  “Now…  where were we?”

 

“Um…  you um…”

 

“Oh yeah.”  Hotch grinned, and promptly grabbed Reid between the legs and began to massage.  “Right here.”

 

“Aaaahn!”  Reid cried, eyes rolling back as the pleasurable tingles flooded through him.  Hotch grinned as his lover spread his legs wider, allowing him to get a better grip on his genitals through his pajama pants.  Hotch grinned and lifted his other hand, threating his fingers through Reid’s hair and claiming his lips in a hot, open mouthed kiss.  Reid groaned, pressing his hips up into Hotch’s hand. 

 

“Hm…  let’s take this to a more appropriate setting.”  Hotch said, then scooped the twenty two year old into his arms and carried him into the bedroom, depositing him on the bed.  Then Hotch slid in behind him, removing Reid’s shirt and rubbing over his chest and belly before going back to fondling him through his pants, making Reid gasp and moan. 

 

Hotch moved closer to Reid, their bodies pressed together comfortably.  Reid let out a soft wail as Hotch's groin was now pressed into his backside, and he could feel the man’s erection pressing against him. Hotch's hand slipped casually lower. "You want me, Spencer?" Hotch whispered, sounding pleased as he kissed his lover’s neck. "Should I go faster?" Oh, he was having fun with this.



"Yes…  Aaron, please..."



Hotch's hand backed away a bit. "Or we could draw this out?" Hotch asked kissing Reid's neck again, trailing down to the crook of his shoulder and nibbling lightly. "Make it last..."



"Aaron please..." Reid begged.



"What?" Hotch's hand was creeping lower once more.

"I want you!!!" Reid wailed, squirming and trying to get Hotch's hand to touch him where he wanted it.



Finally, Hotch's fingers were playing at the hem of Reid's pants. "Oh?" Hotch gently bit Reid's neck, not breaking the skin, but teasing his flesh with his teeth. "I think I want to hear specifically what you want from me..." he said hand slipping into Reid's pants to grip the awakened arousal he found there.



Reid jerked violently, bucking his hips and throwing his head back. "AHH!!"



"You gonna ask me now?" Hotch hissed kissing up Reid's neck. "Or...  do I have to do a little...  torture first?"



Reid whined. "Oh God, Aaron…  please…  make love to me…  take me…  need you so bad, I... Oh God..." He groaned, his body already breaking into a sweat.



"What was that now?" Hotch laughed.



"You suck..." Reid mumbled.



"You need to be a bit more clear about what you want, Spence…" Hotch slowly began pumping Reid's length, thumb sliding slowly over the sensitive slit of flesh at the tip of Reid's arousal.  



Reid whined, squirming. "I... ummm..." He flushed again.



"Ummm' what?" Hotch laughed continuing his sweet torments.



"I... Can't say it!!!" Reid cried, panting.



"Oh yes you can." Hotch hissed into Reid's ear. "I want to hear it."



"I…  want you inside of me…  please…”  Reid said slowly.



Hotch's free hand curled around Reid and rubbed his chest. "I think I like that idea…” Hotch whispered smiling. "And it’s so hot hearing you say it..."

Reid blinked. "It... it is?" He asked, turning and looking back at Hotch over his shoulder.



Hotch nodded grinning. "Mmhmm."



"Wow..." Reid blinked, blushing and smiling.



Hotch trailed his thumb over Reid's slit once more, making him shiver.  He bit Reid's neck lightly once more. "I think I could give you what you want..."



Reid squeaked and shivered again. "... I... yes…  please…  Aaron..."



Hotch continued his work. "We're going to have SO much fun..." he whispered licking the side of Reid's ear slowly and sliding his hand between the boy’s thighs.



Reid's eyes widened and he was rendered completely breathless for a moment. "Oh... Oh God..." He finally gasped, squirming in desire.



"Shhh...." Hotch hissed beginning to speed his pumping with one hand while the other slid over trhe hem of Reid’s pants in a tantalizing manner before Hotch chuckled, sitting up to slide Reid's pants down slowly, still pumping him. "You look hot..." he said licking his lips.



"I AM hot..." Reid mumbled, a drop of sweat rolling down his chest. He reached one arm back behind him, gripping Hotch's hair and turning, kissing him fiercely, and the other joined Hotch's... busy hand.



Hotch moaned at that, staring as Reid’s fingers entwined with his to pump the youth’s dribbling erection.   Reid sighed in response, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue between Hotch's lips breifly in an invitation to invade. He also moved the leg that was on top to curl around Hotch's legs.  Hotch eagerly took the invitation, plundering Reid's mouth with his tongue, and playfully teasing Reid's tongue as well. His free hand curled into Reid's hair and pressed him into the kiss more.



Reid spasmed slightly and gasped, his hands tightening in Hotch's hair, and on Hotch's hand that was stroking him; he was close.



Hotch pulled away gasping for breath and sitting up, his hand wandering from Reid's hair to remove the youth's pants completely. He pulled Reid's hand away, as well as his own and pinned Reid's hands to his sides, before he took the heated flesh into his mouth,



"OH FUCK!" Reid yelped, jerking and thrashing slightly, groaning. "Oh God..."



Hotch began bobbing his head, trailing his tongue over Reid, coaxing him.

 

"A-Aaronnnn..." Reid moaned. "God... PLEASE..."



Hotch deepthroated Reid suddenly, beginning to hum softly, knowing the vibrations would drive Reid absolutely CRAZY.



And he was right. Reid threw his head back with a startled scream and thrashed about slightly, before groaning and screaming again when he released.



Hotch swallowed every drop, licking Reid a few more times teasing him, before pulling away and chuckling. "Mmm…  I love you..." he whispered laying back next to Reid and cuddling him.



Reid just gave a tiny quavery moan as he slowly recovered, curling into Hotch's arms with a soft purr of contentment.  Hotch grinned.  “Don’t you go to sleep.  I am not nearly done with you.”  Reid lay still for a moment, then sat up, kissing Hotch and drawing the man’s pants down.  Hotch grinned.  “Hands and knees, Spencer…  face away from me…”

 

Reid eyed him, then shivered and did as he was told, shamelessly presenting his backside to his lover.  Hotch felt his grin widen as he fumbled for the lube.  But he merely brought it near and within reach…  Then he laid his hands on his lover’s backside, squeezing and massaging as he appreciated the lingering softness of adolescence that would fade over the next couple of days.  Then he spread the flesh apart, smirking at the soft wanton moan that earned, and caressed his lover’s entrance with the pads of his thumbs.

 

“Aaron,”  Reid pleaded.

 

“Shhh…”  Hotch hissed, leaning forward and slowly licking a stripe up over the underside of his lover’s scrotum, over his perineum and then swiping over his quivering entrance.  Reid let out a shaky moan at that, a throb of pleasure going straight to his groin.  He spread his legs wider and pushed back into the questing tongue, his front half slumping forward  to rest on the bed, fingers digging into the blankets.  Hotch grinned and leaned forwards again, pressing his thumbs into his lover’s body and prying him open before pushing his tongue inside.  Reid let out a high keen, goosebumps rising over his bare flesh as his inner muscles fluttered in delight…  He gasped and moaned, and then began to beg.

 

“Aaron…  God, please…  more…  PLEASE more!”

 

Hotch smirked and picked up the lube, smearing a dollop onto his index finger, and pressed his other hand to one of Reid’s buttocks, pressing it to the side to thoroughly expose him.  Then he began to lightly apply the lube to his lover’s entrance, making the youth shiver and moan.  He spread it around, like he was casually finger painting.  He teased the edges and around…  and then tenderly stroked the center.

 

“Aaron, PLEASE!”  Reid begged.

 

“Shhh…  in time, baby.”  Hotch soothed, still circling the young man’s entrance with a finger tip.  “You’ll get everything you want…”  Now he was massaging Reid’s entrance with the pads of his index and middle fingers, up and down, moving around it, both watching and feeling it shiver and clench as it begged to be invaded…  stretched wide and filled…  Hotch grinned.

 

“Wow…  You REALLY want it…  don’t you?”  He asked.

 

“So bad, Aaron…  Yes.  So bad…  please…” 

 

“Hmmm…  you mean…  like this?”  Hotch asked, and pushed his index finger into Reid.

 

“Yessssss…”  Reid hissed, a soft whine in his tone as he pressed back into the intrusion.  Hotch slowly drew his finger in and out… in and out…  Then, he began to circle it, pressing it against the tight muscles, forcing them into loosening up for him.  And the whole time, Reid was groaning at the flames that licked over his body, basking in every amazing sensation.

 

“Hmmm…”  Hotch hummed again, then pushed his middle finger in with the index finger.

 

“Oh God, yes…  yes yes yes…  Aaronnnnn…”  Reid pleaded. 

 

“I like hearing you beg…”  Hotch hissed, twisting his fingers as he drew them in and out, then circling them again.

 

“I want more…  please…  please, Aaron…  Give me more?”  Reid begged, just to make his elder lover happy.  Hotch grinned. 

 

“I think I can do that.”  The SAC crooned, and Reid let out a cry of delight as Hotch pushed his other index and middle finger into his lover, bringing the total to four.  Hotch just smiled as Reid began to rock back against him, fucking himself on his fingers.  Hotch allowed him to do this for a bit, then he began to slowly, pry his lover open again, once more circling his fingers around.  He paused and withdrew, added more lube and then pressed his fingers in again. 

 

He grinned as he realized that he had reduced his beloved to a quivering, pleading mass.  He pried him open and stuck his tongue into Reid again, making him shriek in delight, pushing back into the sensation.

 

“You want it bad…”  Hotch rumbled, and Reid sobbed in confirmation.  “What EXACTLY do you want…”

 

“I want you inside of me…”  Reid wailed.  “Please, Aaron!  Take me…  Please…”

 

Hotch was silent for a moment and then slowly withdrew his fingers, though he continued to tease and stroke his lover’s slick orifice, loose and hungry for more.

 

“Well…  I’ll tell you what…  if you want more…”  Hotch said, leaning back and holding his own erection.  “You can come and take it yourself…”

 

Reid turned and peered back at the man, and at what he was offering.

 

“Come on, Spencer…”  Hotch hissed, gently stroking over his lover’s hip to encourage him.  Reid smiled and pushed his hair out of his face, raised himself up onto all fours and then leaned back.  Hotch steadied his erection in his hand and guided Reid with the hand on his hip, and sucked in a breath as he watched Reid sit back upon his erection, watched his body slowly devour all he had to offer.  He relished the sight of the young man’s flesh obscenely red and stretched around his girth, and the way it rippled and tightened around him as his body appreciated Hotch’s offering… 

 

Hotch let go of his erection as it was completely swallowed, Reid now sat upon his lap.  He caressed the boy’s thighs, which were straddling his own legs.  “Is that what you wanted, baby?”

 

“Yes…”  Reid whimpered.  “Oh, yes…” 

 

“So get to it…”  Hotch murmured, trailing his fingers down Reid’ spine.  A shiver followed his fingers and Reid began to rotate his hips while alternately squeezing and releasing his inner muscles, first moving in a circular motion, then in a figure eight.  All the while, Hotch just appreciated the sight of his penis buried in his lover’s body.  “God, you’re so good, Spencer…  So tight and warm and—AH!”

 

Reid had lifted himself up, and then sunk down again.  “Spencer…  God…”  Reid did it again, making Hotch groan and grip his hips tightly.  The pleasure seemed to intensify as he not only heard and felt…  but watched.  His eyes rolled with the pleasure at the combination of all the senses…  But then, he couldn’t take it anymore…  Reid was just going too damn SLOW!

 

Hotch flipped them, making Reid yelp in surprise, and then groan in pleasure as Hotch began to pump into him from behind, hard and fast.  The pair cried out in unison as Hotch suddenly twisted Reid to lay on his side, one leg lifted to rest on Hotch’s shoulder.  And as the man continued to frantically buck into his younger partner, he also watched said younger partner’s erection bouncing obscenely against his belly.  Then he fondled the youth’s scrotum…  it was heavy, full and swollen and oh, so sensitive as he rolled Reid’s testicles in his palm like meditation balls.  Reid arched his back and his eyes rolled in his skull as his abdomen tightened.  And then Hotch felt his mate’s balls lift and tighten, and then he erupted with a cry, his semen spurting over the bedspread in thick ropes before gradually slowing to a steady dribble…  and then finally tapering off.

 

Hotch had watched his partner with wide eyes all throughout his orgasm, trying to witness it in every way, until finally, he himself was pushed over the edge…  he stabbed deep into his lover’s tender recesses and released, flooding his chosen mate’s core with his molten passion.

 

That evening, when the team arrived to have dinner with the pair, Hotch regretfully (gleefully) informed them that Reid was not exactly able to walk, much less make it down the stairs, then thanked them for stopping by and closed their door in their faces, a wolfish grin on his own face.  Needless to say, the team left silently, with wide eyes…