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“Is that something you might like to try?”
Hotch stretched out languidly across the bed, his fingers tracing along the pretty little welts he’d raised across the soft arch of his partner’s ass.
Spencer looked up from his facedown, fucked out position at the foot of the bed, one hand clinging to Hotch’s ankle. His cheeks were still tinged pink from exertion, the aftershocks of an orgasm shivering through his skinny frame as he tried to focus on Hotch.
“Being with Morgan? I mean… I just kind of said it in the heat of the moment, Aaron… my attempt at dirty talk,” he replied, his voice a bit high and hoarse from the screaming moans he couldn’t stifle earlier.
Hotch had really gone town on his ass that evening, in more ways than one.
He rolled over with a whimper so he could face his lover a bit better. Hotch lay against the pillows, his demeanor completely composed in direct opposition to Reid’s post-sex mess.
“I would never cheat on you like that, fantasy or not,” Reid insisted when Hotch continued to gaze at him with that quietly detached expression. He sat up, wincing at the ache in his ass, the heat of his cheeks, but he had to make sure his boyfriend understood he was just being horny and wild to get a rise out of him in the moment, “I’m 100% yours. My interest in Morgan was just a--a weird fixation, I don’t actually have feelings for him like that, I swear--”
Hotch raised a hand, leaning forward with a low chuckle when Spencer looked like he might suddenly start crying.
“Reid, relax--I know you would never cheat on me. I’m not threatened in the least by your silly attempt at ‘dirty talk’. You would know if I was--I wouldn’t have stayed in bed with you, for one thing.” He caught Reid’s worried hands and pulled the younger man up until they sat face to face on the ruined bed, knees touching, completely naked and still coming down from their raucous post-case romp.
Reid gulped audibly, swallowing the long emotional ramble he’d already penned in his head to explain why he goaded Hotch with his filthy fantasy of fucking Derek Morgan in front of him.
“Is that something you’d actually want to do?” Hotch asked again, slower this time as he tipped Spencer’s smooth chin upward. “You want to get fucked by Morgan, while I sit and watch?” His other hand tightened around Reid’s wrist when Reid’s eyes went wide with shock and arousal. “You can tell the truth, Spencer. I want to hear you say it again.”
Spencer’s tongue flicked out to wet his bitten-red lips still swollen from sucking Hotch’s cock earlier. He blinked a few times, his mind racing, heart pounding, uncertain as to whether Hotch was messing with him or not but--
He could never outright lie to Aaron Hotchner.
“Yes. I want… want you to watch me get fucked. By Derek. And then I want you to…” he paused, supremely embarrassed even if he was also so aroused he might be up for another round of getting his guts rearranged already.
“And then you want me to…” Hotch drawled as he drew Reid closer, landing a possessive kiss against his parted lips before pulling away.
“Do what, Spencer?”
Spencer shuddered, his eyes closed, his hands wandering the expanse of Hotch’s abdomen as he traced the scars littered there from Foyet’s knife.
“I want you to… to fuck me while he watches. Take me… take me back for yourself. Treat me like I’m all yours after you let him have a taste.” His breathless whisper tapered into a moan when Hotch gripped him roughly by the throat, his thumbs rubbing in against his pulse just hard enough to make his head swim blissfully.
“Because you are mine, Spencer. Isn’t that right?” Hotch’s voice was dangerous and low as he teased Reid’s throat with another squeeze. Reid nodded frantically, his eyes opening back up to blink at him as another whimper escaped.
“Yes, yours, yours, Aaron--”
“Sir.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Hotch sighed and released his grip, a smirk playing at his lips as he relaxed back against the pillows. He caught Spencer’s trembling arm and pulled him along until the skinny guy fell forward on top of him, flush against his chest.
“I’ll think about it.”
Reid’s head snapped up, wide-eyed with incredulous shock and desire.
“Wha-what? You’re actually considering it?”
Hotch shrugged, his gaze dark and far off as the smirk grew a little.
“Yes. Now go to sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow.”
“But--”
Hotch glared at the obstinate twink sprawled naked on top of him, slapping his bruised ass with an open palm to quiet him before he started arguing. Spencer stifled a yowl but he shut up quickly.
“No ‘buts’, Reid. Bed. Now. We’ll talk more after I’ve made my decision on whether or not to share you.”
Spencer obediently rolled over to lie on his back, absolutely overwhelmed by the direction this otherwise normal date night with his boss had taken.
He had no idea that taunting Aaron into rough play by mentioning Derek Morgan’s cock would end up with the proposition being seriously considered by his otherwise possessive older boyfriend.
Hotch pulled him close, spooning around him like he always did with his arm draped over his bony hips so he could play with Reid’s spent cock while they fell asleep.
“Goodnight, Spencer,” the older man said gruffly with a stubbled kiss pressed to Spencer’s smooth throat, already seconds away from dozing.
Spencer shivered, wondering how in the hell he was supposed to sleep with this possible fantasy-come-true hanging over his head. He knew better than to express that thought to his partner, though. Hotch liked his sleep post-coitus.
He would just have to lie there for a few hours until, hopefully, Hotch’s gentle fondling lulled him off to sleep himself.
“Night, Aaron.”
…
“Hey, Reid, can you toss me another pen?”
Derek Morgan absently tried to get his bum pen to work before he gave up, looking around at Reid’s desk. The guy always had a back-up stash of the good gel pens.
He found Reid hunched over a file, bent so low his nose was almost brushing the paper while he made tiny notes in the already-packed margins. He didn’t appear to have heard Morgan at all.
“Reid? Hey man, back up a little you’re about to get road rash on your face from reading too fast,” Derek joked, eyebrows raised at Reid’s intensely studious pose.
Reid glanced up, eyes wide and surprised to find Morgan talking to him.
“Wh-what? What’s that? You say something, De--ah, Morgan?” He quickly sat up stick straight, a dark red flush crawling along his cheeks from his throat.
Morgan shrugged, nonplussed at the weird reaction.
“Yeah, I was just asking for one of your spare pens--you okay, Pretty Boy? You’re more wound up than usual for a Friday without a case.”
Reid’s faux nonchalance failed to convince Morgan of anything other than something was definitely up.
“Yeah, I’m cool, I’m fine--you need a pen? Um, sure, yep, here--shit--”
He was so hot and bothered, he knocked over his pen cup in his haste to select one.
Morgan cocked his head to the side quizzically while Reid scrambled to clean up the pen explosion.
“Sorry, too much black coc-coffee, I guess, um, here, catch!” Reid’s voice squeaked on the word catch , his cheeks even redder than before. He failed to actually look at Morgan while taking aim with a wild fling and ended up sending the pen in an arc clear across the bullpen.
“Reid, what the hell?!”
Prentiss glared over at the stricken young genius, rubbing the back of her head where the pen collided with her bun rather than anywhere near Morgan’s desk.
“Sorry! Oh God, Em, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Reid was up from his desk, frantically scrambling over to her with his hands raised like he was about to be shot.
“No but damn , didn’t Hotch tell you off for your little science experiments enough times to know you shouldn’t jettison objects across the room? You owe me a donut for that one.”
Reid beelined to the breakroom, rambling out his profuse apologies to anyone who would listen.
Morgan shook his head and got up himself to grab another pen from the guy’s cluttered desk.
Hotch chose that moment to call his name from the office up on the catwalk.
“Morgan, you have a minute?”
Sighing, Morgan tossed the damned pen on his desk and jogged upstairs, another curious glance tossed down toward Reid who was now offering Prentiss an array of baked goods in recompense for his terrible aim.
He sauntered into Hotch’s office to find the man sitting in the armchair across from his couch--not a normal occurrence in his lengthy experience of working in and out of the field with his mentor turned boss.
Morgan took it in stride, though.
“Open door or closed?”
“Closed, please. Coffee?” Hotch waved at the gentlemanly coffee service set up beside his bookshelf, a steaming pot ready to go beside two black mugs.
“If you’re offering, sure. You want one?”
“Please.”
Morgan poured them both a cup, wondering what the hell was up with everyone today as he settled in on the couch across from Hotch.
“So… why all the pretense, Aaron?”
Hotch leveled him with a long, piercing look. One Morgan knew well. It sent a familiar old tingle of excitement down his spine to see that particular look trained on him again.
“I have a proposition for you. It’s of a personal nature; if you’re not up for that, feel free to finish the coffee and get back to work.”
Morgan was even more intrigued now.
“I’m listening. You know I don’t mind when things get a little personal.”
Hotch smirked, a small chuckle escaping him as he sipped his coffee.
“Good. It’s about Reid. You’re aware he and I have been seeing each other for a few months now, I’m sure.”
Morgan leaned back against the couch cushions, an eyebrow raised as he got a little more comfortable.
“I read all the memos, Aaron. Kid’s been happier than I’ve ever seen him since you made it HR official.” Morgan chose his next words carefully, a brief flashback to many years ago crossing his mind when he focused on Hotch’s carefully guarded expression. “And you have too, if you don’t mind my observation.”
Hotch rolled his eyes, a genuine smile fleeting across his face before he nodded. “Thank you. I don’t mind, Derek. I’m glad you’ve noticed. That’s part of why I feel comfortable asking you this…” he trailed off, the faintest hint of a flush in his cheeks.
“Asking me what?” Morgan pressed, that familiar tingle deepening into something else. Hotch always had a flair for drawing things out like this.
“Spencer recently admitted he has a little bit of a fantasy… a fantasy that directly involves you and me. ”
Morgan’s mouth opened in surprise. The erection slowly pressing against his tight jeans ever since he noticed Hotch’s peculiar demeanor grew a little more.
“Oh really… is that why the Kid’s been a total nutcase all day?” he asked when he found his voice, flicking his tongue across his teeth as he flashed a smile at Hotch and composed himself.
Hotch huffed over his coffee. “No doubt.”
They quietly sipped for a few moments, both men studying each other’s microexpressions until Morgan took the lead.
“What’s your proposition then, Aaron? Are you asking me if I’m interested in making the dream come true?”
Hotch shrugged. “Yes. If you feel comfortable with it. Could be fun.”
Morgan didn’t have to think it over for long.
“So long as you’re both game… what are the particulars, though? Has Spencer ever even been with anyone but you?”
Hotch grew a bit more serious, though Morgan could tell his acceptance had already gotten the older man’s gears turning.
“No, he hasn’t. Does that turn you on as much as it turns me on?”
The question was so direct. Morgan always loved that about Hotch.
Back when they used to fuck, well before either of them were anything but desk jockeys in the BAU still waiting to get noticed by Gideon and Rossi, Hotch would always give it to him straight when it came to sex.
No beating around the bush when it was time to get down to it.
Morgan let out a low whistle, shifting against the couch when his cock got uncomfortably hard. Just imagining his skinny twink best friend in this new context was enough to set his nerves on fire.
“Yeah, man. I have to say it does turn me on. So… when exactly did you have in mind?”
Hotch cleared his throat as he stood up and drained his coffee, one hand subtly adjusting the bulge in his black dress pants. Morgan followed suit with a half-cocked grin.
“Tonight. Meet me for dinner at the DuPont out in Georgetown, eight o’clock. I’ll book a room. Don’t worry about bringing anything. We can discuss the finer points then.”
He held the door to his office open, his expression as neutral as it would be if they had just been discussing golf after a bit of shop talk on a slow Friday afternoon.
Morgan left with a flirty promise of a grin at his old fuck buddy. Hotch winked back.
“Sounds like a plan, bossman.”
…
Spencer sat on the edge of a king-sized hotel bed, fidgeting restlessly with the cuff of his sweater, one foot tapping away at the plush carpet.
He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the fact that his boyfriend had not only agreed to enact his ridiculous fantasy--he’d already made the arrangements with Morgan directly.
His entire day at work had been spent in an endless loop of anxiety, arousal, confusion and excitement. Lobbing a pen at Emily’s head was only one of his weird outbursts born of this miserable pent up turmoil. He barely got anything accomplished--there were still six case files he’d left unfinished in his box by the time the clock finally struck 7 PM.
When Aaron quietly informed him that they wouldn’t be going home for a cozy night alone like they usually would on a Friday evening off, he couldn’t comprehend it. Even when he was checking them into a suite at a boutique hotel with a bag full of sex aids in hand.
He still couldn’t believe it, genius IQ be damned.
Spencer felt compelled to make certain his partner wasn’t just appeasing him by arranging for this sordid affair to take place so soon after he admitted to wanting it. It almost made him feel spoiled.
The older man tended to do that--spoil him rotten, that is. He knew it. Hotch knew it. Everyone knew it, apparently, now that they were ‘officially’ dating. Even though they both made every effort to stymie their mutual attraction and rapidly developing relationship quirks on the job, he knew some of their kinkier dynamics had definitely been noted by their astute profiler colleagues.
Spencer was a little worried his daddy play might have gone to Aaron’s head with this latest development.
Penelope had recently started calling him a ‘high-strung demon twink’, a strange moniker he wasn’t entirely convinced was a compliment. Apparently he’d earned the title by having Hotch wrapped around his finger so tight and fast, but he hated to think he was so needy and demanding that his boyfriend would do something he didn’t want to do just to hold on to him.
For the third time that evening Spencer voiced his concerns, totally oblivious to how needy and demanding he was being by questioning his partner yet again.
“Are you absolutely sure this won’t bother you, Aaron?”
Hotch paused in his careful deliberation over which tie to wear to dinner, glancing at Spencer where he sat worrying his sweater to death on the bed.
“If it bothered me, Spencer, I wouldn’t be doing it.” He rolled his eyes over his shoulder when the petulant expression on his boyfriend’s face did not waver.
“If you ask me again, we’re going home. Are you hungry? You should order room service while I’m out.”
Spencer blew out a breath, throwing up his hands incredulously at Hotch. “No, I’m not hungry, how the hell could I be hungry when I’m supposed to be gearing up for--for whatever it is we’re doing tonight?”
Hotch grabbed the menu from the bedside table and tossed it on the bed beside his worked up boyfriend.
“You need to eat--for energy, Reid. Don’t argue. Do it for me.”
Spencer pulled a face but he melted slightly when Aaron put his hands on his shoulders with a bracing squeeze.
“Fine.” He fidgeted with the menu. “But where are you going? What’s even the plan here, I have no idea what to expect, should I prep, should I let you do that later, or--or Morgan-- should I put on something more--I dunno-- alluring? ”
Hotch chuckled as he sat down beside the anxious twink and pulled him close in a firm one-armed hug.
“If I explain too much, it won’t be as fun. But I’ll give you something to go by, I know how you are about surprises… I’m going to have dinner with Morgan. We’ll be discussing boundaries. If you have any that I don’t already know, or any for him specifically, now’s the time to tell me so I can pass it along. I’d like you to eat a good meal, here, and then I’d like you to act like you’re getting ready for bed. Take a shower, brush your teeth, floss--I brought some clothes I’d like you to wear, they’re in my bag on top.”
Spencer stared at him with wide eyes, his heart beating faster as Hotch’s tone grew rough and low with desire.
“Then you are to wait for a knock on the door. When you answer it, invite our guest inside. I will arrive later--in the interim, you have my express permission to enjoy Morgan’s company however you like.”
Spencer let out a low moan, shivering in awed anticipation and slight disbelief. Aaron’s rakish expression softened and he leaned forward to catch Reid’s lips with his own in a possessive kiss.
“And then… we’ll just see where the night takes us from there,” the older man purred in answer to Spencer’s wordless groan.
Hotch kissed him again, deeper this time, his tongue laying claim to Spencer’s mouth in a familiar show of dominance that left the genius at even more of a loss for words than before.
He stood up and straightened his tie while Reid fell back in a floppy mess against the bed and rubbed his face roughly.
“I cannot believe we’re doing this. Are you sure--”
“Reid.”
“Right, right, I know--okay. Well,” Reid pushed himself back up to watch Hotch pull on his tailored suit jacket beside the hotel door, “You know my hard stops. I know yours. I guess, if Derek has any--I’ll find out?”
“I guess you will,” Hotch agreed as he checked his watch and glanced back over his shoulder. “You can expect him around 10.”
Reid gulped visibly, the excitement written all over his pretty face.
Hotch could tell from ten feet away he was already hard.
…
Morgan made his way down the long, quiet hotel hallway until he came to room 404. The ornate old door handle had a “Do Not Disturb” flag dangling from the knob. He had to chuckle as he gently rapped against the wood, studying his knuckles for a moment while he mulled over everything Hotch had disclosed to him about what to expect tonight.
If he didn’t know Hotchner as well as he did, he wouldn’t be so quick to accept this was happening. The guy was a kinky motherfucker in surprising ways--and Reid was about to find that out, if he didn’t already know it. Apparently, Reid was too, to Morgan’s slight surprise.
He couldn’t wait to see where this night was going after years of imagining it in the back of his head. He knew Hotch well enough to trust that this wouldn’t change things between them, they’d been there and back again enough times before, but Reid… Reid was his best friend. Sometimes their chemistry bordered on brotherly love, and others, well… Derek knew there’d been a simmering pot of mutual attraction hidden beneath the jokes and banter since he first met the awkward kid. Now that Reid had a few years of experience on him, though, it almost felt right that they were finally at a point of finding out just how hot that pot had grown.
Doing it with Hotch watching over them both? And then there was the surprise Aaron let him in on, the way he was going to tie it all together and potentially unlock something more all in one go…
That felt like kismet.
Or maybe Derek was just horny as hell.
Either way--he was here. And he was ready for wherever the night might take him.
The door opened with a whoosh of cool air and there he was. Waving at him awkwardly.
“Hey.”
Morgan stood back with a raised eyebrow, smirking as he looked Reid up and down in a brief inspection.
His customarily messy hair was still damp from the shower, long ringlets curling around his flushed face and dripping onto his shoulders. He had on a worn-out old George Washington University Pre-Law t-shirt and a tight pair of black briefs peeking out from benesth the hem--nothing else. Those big hazel eyes were wide with excitement and he looked nervous.
“Hey…” Morgan cleared his throat, biting his lip a little as he shrugged. “You mind if I come in for a minute?”
The pretense was delicious. As if neither of them had planned for this impromptu midnight meeting.
Reid nodded silently, stepping aside with an awkward gesture as he looked out and down the hall.
Morgan looked around the opulent hotel room as he made himself at home, slipping his shoes off by the door, eying the plain leather bag on the foot of the bed, the TV playing an old TCM movie soundlessly, a stack of abandoned books on the bedside table.
The door fell shut and they were alone.
When he turned around he found Reid staring at him avidly with his arms crossed tight against his chest, wearing that totally uncharacteristic bedtime outfit. He’d spent more than enough nights in a hotel room with the Kid to know he usually just passed out in whatever he was wearing that day, fully dressed with a book on his face.
Not once in their years of working together had he ever seen Reid dressed in what could only be classified as pajamas.
It was almost too accidentally sexy for him to handle without making a comment.
“I like the get-up, man. Hotch had you play dress-up for me, I guess?”
Reid’s cheeks flushed pink. One hand slid down to pick at the frayed cotton hem of the old t-shirt and he tried to laugh.
“Ah, yeah, he… he left me something special to wear. I’m not entirely sure what the appeal is but I know this is one of his favorite shirts from his time at GWU, it’s got to be at least 25 years old…” he trailed off, biting his lip before he started rambling about the pre-law program at GW just for something to say. “Um, so… should we… I mean, I really have no idea how to initiate this, Aaron didn’t tell me what to expect, he just told me to answer the door and he’d come later, do you want me to--I mean, should I just-- start-- I--I’ve never done this sort of thing, so--”
Morgan saved him from melting down completely as he ranged around the room, shedding his jacket on the chair in the corner with a gentle handwave toward the bar.
“How about I pour us a drink, Spence? We can ease into all this with a little lubrication--pardon the pun.”
Spencer gave another weak laugh. He wrapped his arms tighter around his midriff and nodded at Morgan’s offer. “Sure, yes, um, haha, funny pun--I could definitely use some lubrication.”
Morgan smirked as he rifled through the mini-fridge and found two mini-bottles of prosecco chilled and ready. “You like bubbly, right? I promise this is on the sweet side, I know you.”
“Yeah, bubbles are fine, mhmm…”
Morgan popped both corks and grabbed two wine glasses, making quick work of emptying the bottles until the sparkly fizz almost overflowed. Spencer shuffled over to join him by the bar, finally peeling one arm away from its protective stance around his belly to accept the glass.
“Cheers, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said as he clinked his drink against Reid’s, his voice a little lower than earlier.
“Cheers, Derek.”
Spencer felt a rush of excitement when he took the first sip--suddenly this felt far more real than it had so far.
Morgan was staring at him with an expression he’d seen him make towards other men and women, when they were out at a bar or a club on the rare occasions he got dragged into a night on the town. Those other men and women invariably ended up going home with Derek after he gave them that look.
Spencer would be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted to be one of them notched on his horny friend’s bedpost.
The bubbles went straight to his head within a few delicate sips.
Contrary to popular belief among his coworkers and closest friends, Spencer Reid wasn’t a prude. He wasn’t even particularly shy when it came down to the brass tacks of having dirty, filthy, uninhibited sex.
It was always the run-up to the business of fornication that had been difficult for him--the flirting, the innuendo-laden chit-chat, the ability to read people’s intentions toward him--were they interested or were they not--he was never adept at making the first move, either, which is why it had taken him until he was twenty-six to have his first real sexual encounter. When Hotch made it clear to him that he was interested, Reid was more than ready to jump on the Hotchrocket and ride it as far as he could.
Now that he had Hotch’s express permission to do the same with Derek Morgan--if only for a night--well.
Reid found he was no longer nervous.
The alcohol helped.
“Do you want to watch the rest of this film?” he suggested after Morgan made a few jokes and he reciprocated in kind, their wine glasses half-drained. “I was halfway through ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’. If nothing else the title was fitting for tonight.”
Morgan watched as Reid took another long sip of his bubbly and sauntered over to the television to put the sound back on.
“I’m game. Great movie, I haven’t seen it in years… Mind if I lie down?”
Reid shrugged at him, his hazel eyes wide with playful desire above his flushed cheeks.
“It’d be weird if you didn’t.”
“Touche, Kid…”
Morgan settled in on the bed with a languid stretch, his wine glass perched casually in his left hand. Reid stood for a moment by the side of the bed, contemplating, before he set his own glass down on the table and sprawled out all lanky and relaxed beside him.
They lay there side by side, a few inches apart while they watched the slow descent of Blanche and Stanley play out on the screen. Their tacit attempt at acting normal fell flat in a matter of two minutes; Morgan’s tented jeans and Reid’s flimsy t-shirt did nothing to hide how hard both of them were.
Reid’s hand brushed Morgan’s arm, just a finger sliding along the dark black line of his tattoo until it rested on his wrist. Morgan shifted to face him, smirking.
“Look at you makin’ the first move… wasn’t sure you had it in you, Spence.”
Spencer bit his lip and shrugged innocently against the pillows.
“We already know what’s going to happen eventually. I dislike the guesswork equations required by engaging in ‘normal’ sex--this is far more preferable. I know for a fact that you’re going to fuck me tonight, and Aaron is going to turn up at any moment to watch us do it. Everything else is unnecessary preamble now that we’re on the bed.”
Morgan couldn’t help the shocked expression from raising his eyebrows when Reid suddenly leaned forward to kiss him. He met the unexpected advance with a moan, his tongue flicking out to taste Spencer’s lips and more within seconds of that final invisible hurdle disappearing.
Before long, he had to sit up and slide the wine glass onto the table to keep from spilling it. Reid peppered his throat aggressively with little biting kisses until he was fully on top of Morgan, straddling his thighs where Morgan gripped him tight.
The sound of their increasingly breathless kissing melded with the film playing out in the background to mask the creak of the door when it opened.
…
Hotch arrived to find the hotel room awash in soft golden light, the only noise coming from the television where one of his favorite films was playing.
And then there on the bed--
His young boyfriend straddled Derek Morgan, both men locked in an aggressive kiss that had clearly been brewing for a long while.
It sent a thrill of possessive lust throughout his body to witness it.
Spencer Reid wearing his clothes, the old t-shirt riding up along his back above the silk black briefs that cupped his ass so well, his wet hair a sexed up mess while Derek’s fingers carded through it with a rough pull that made Reid moan right into his mouth.
The perfect moment to walk in on.
Derek was still fully dressed, aside from his jacket and his shoes.
Even more perfect.
Hotch walked further into the room, loosening his tie just a bit when the hot rush of arousal raced up his throat.
They hadn’t noticed him yet. He watched Derek’s hand leave a red mark on Spencer’s pale white thigh with a firm slap, earning a familiar yelp from his boyfriend.
The erection he’d been edging all day grew hard and hot against his slacks.
He took the time to pour himself a whiskey from the bar as he watched Morgan and Reid make out on the bed, oblivious to his presence. Then he found the best vantage he could get--the spot in every hotel room he’d ever been in where he knew, one day, he’d get to play out this particular kink.
That day was today.
The chair was a comfortable enough brocade number with decent armrests and a pull-out stool, tucked in the corner beside the curtained window. Hotch carefully folded Morgan’s jacket up and draped it across the back before he settled in with his whiskey in one hand, the other palming the bulge in his pants.
Morgan finally caught sight of him sitting there casually observing over his glass.
He sat up quickly with a startled groan and forced Reid to stop kissing him when he pushed the horny twink back to sit on his lap.
“Aaron--fuck, man, you were quiet.”
Hotch narrowed his eyes at the debauched pair, reveling in the panicked arousal written all over Spencer’s face when he realized he was no longer alone with Morgan. His boyfriend was caught in such a compromising position, straddling Morgan like that on the bed, little red lovebites all over Morgan’s neck already. He shrugged at the two men, his expression cool and detached as always.
“Did you expect me to knock? Keep going--I’m a little disappointed neither of you are naked yet.”
Morgan laughed, shaking his head, relaxing back into the pillows with his hands back around Reid’s waist. Reid sat there frozen in shock as he stared at Hotch’s nonchalant attitude. His wide, worried eyes flicked down to the chair and back up to rest on the older man’s impassive expression. He seemed to be struggling not to lose it now that he’d been ‘caught’ in the act.
Hotch gestured with his whiskey glass. “Spencer--you know it’s alright. Why don’t you slip off those briefs for Derek? I want you to keep the shirt on.”
Morgan let out a hungry groan, his attention turned entirely on Reid now, thumbs hooked beneath the band of those tight black briefs to pull them down a little. Reid took a deep breath and nodded at his boyfriend sitting there across the room, watching him cheat.
He knew this wasn’t actually cheating--but it felt more thrilling to think of it like that.
“Yes, sir,” he squeaked out of habit. Morgan’s grip tightened around his hips, pulling his underwear down even more to expose the soft, smooth skin of his lower belly.
“You have him well-trained, Aaron,” Morgan purred when Spencer whimpered and thrusted forward, his hard dick still covered by the fabric but seeking the friction of Morgan’s clothed six-pack. “He calls you sir in bed--what’re you gonna call me, Pretty Boy?”
“I--um--Derek--I’ll call you Derek--” Spencer gasped just in time for his dick to spring free of his underwear with one firm pull of Morgan’s hand. He looked down, his mouth hanging open in a moan, watching Morgan look at him for the first time like this, “if you want me to, at least.”
Morgan bit his lip, his hand cupped up under Reid’s pretty twink cock so he could stroke the soft pale skin there at its base, his firm little balls still hidden away in his briefs. “You call me whatever you want to, baby boy… god, you have a pretty little cock, don’t you? You want me to suck it? Does Daddy suck it for you or will this be special?”
Hotch caught Spencer’s panicked eyes darting over to see his reaction to Morgan’s choice of title--he was begging for direction, too.
“Go ahead and tell him, Spencer. Tell him what I do to your pretty cock when I’m in the mood.”
Spencer whimpered as Morgan started stroking him, unconsciously grinding down against the man’s ripped thighs as he scooted up along his body toward the prominent bulge in his jeans.
“He--he sucks me off sometimes, when I’m good--but not until after he plays with my ass. When he gets me ready to take him. I need to come before I can loosen up enough to take a dick like his,” Spencer admitted, his voice airy and high-pitched from anticipated pleasure and guilt all at once.
Morgan squeezed Reid’s dick harder and sat up, pulling the skinny guy up until he was straddling him just right. He could tell when Reid felt his cock press into him--his eyes got even wider and he sucked in a breathy moan.
“You’re gonna need to come hard to take this cock, then, Spencer… I happen to know it’s a little bit bigger than Daddy’s .”
Morgan let go of Reid’s cock in favor of playing with his balls still hidden away, his fingers inching down to press on his tight little taint.
“Uhh… god, keep going…” Spencer whimpered when Morgan’s finger slipped a little bit closer to his hole fluttering in anticipation.
“Need me to play with you there, baby boy?” Morgan whispered while his fingers teased.
“Yes--fuck, Derek, yes please! Aaron--can he--” Reid looked over at his boyfriend pleadingly.
Hotch drained his whiskey and set the glass down with a rough clunk on the table.
“Go ahead and show Derek your tight little asshole, Spencer. Did you prep earlier?”
Spencer obeyed, sliding backward away from Derek until he lay sprawled on his back, wiggling out of his underwear like the cock-hungry slut that he was when the bedroom door was locked.
He had NOT prepared himself with a toy earlier.
It was intentional, if a little reckless.
He kind of loved it when it hurt to stretch open around Aaron’s cock without any preparation aside from his boyfriend’s fingers and tongue--he could only imagine what it would be like to take Derek Morgan’s cock without working up to it at all.
“No… I was hoping Derek would help me out,” he answered sheepishly when he was naked below the waist. He lay there with his legs spread open invitingly, the t-shirt riding up to expose his stomach, his cock rock hard and wet from pre-cum. He knew what he looked like. He was a fucking genius, after all.
“With his fingers, like you do… Daddy…” Spencer whispered, reveling in the way Morgan’s hand tightened on his leg and Aaron flushed at his favorite name.
Hotch shook his head like he was a disappointed teacher whose student had far too much confidence in his abilities.
Which, to be honest, wasn’t far from the truth of the situation.
But then again, Hotch loved to listen to Spencer scream a little when he wanted to take it raw. Especially when he was being a teasing brat.
“I guess he’ll have to, now, won’t he?”
Derek didn’t have to be told. He already had the leather bag from the foot of the bed unzipped, the bottle of lube out, cap off, his fingers coated in a thick drizzle of the special astroglide Spencer only brought out on special occasions.
“My pleasure.”
Spencer arched up from the bed when Derek wasted no time in sliding two lubed fingers inside his tight, aching little hole.
“Feel good, Pretty Boy? Want me to suck you off while I finger you open for me? Your little cock’s so hard it looks like it hurts.”
“Fuck--yeah, suck my cock, Derek--” Spencer gasped in between little breathy huffs. “Can he please, Sir--” he tossed his head to the side to look at Hotch, his long hair stuck to his forehead, cheeks bright pink, his hands clenching the comforter hard while Derek worked his fingers in and out of him.
Hotch and Morgan locked eyes for a moment. Morgan licked his lips, his mouth turned up in a devilish smile Hotch had missed these last few years. He’d also missed those magic lips.
Hotch slowly unbuckled his belt, his cock too hard to keep to himself at this point. He waved his free hand and dipped his head when Morgan added a third finger to plunder his boyfriend’s ass open wider, sending Spencer into a wiggling tailspin on the bed.
“Make him come, Derek.”
Derek took Spencer’s dick down to the base, swallowing him in one long, languid gulp until his spread lips kissed the soft downy fuzz of the skinny guy’s navel.
Hotch had his cock in hand now, watching avidly while Spencer trembled and moaned on the bed, his long pale legs wrapped around Derek’s muscled shoulders, those pretty feet arching with each rhythmic up and down of Derek’s head as he went to town. He could just see Derek’s strong forearm hard at work between Spencer’s thighs, pumping his long fingers in and out of the tight little hole he’d claimed as his own not too long ago.
He knew Reid was close to coming--those little moans were becoming higher pitched, strangled between the filthy swear words his boyfriend only used when he was about to lose control. He picked up the tempo of his own stroking and squeezed his cock right at the tip when Morgan gagged on Reid’s dick, leaned back and spit on it before taking it all down again. Reid’s scream of pleasure signaled he was seconds away from coming undone. Hotch wanted a better look.
“Sit up and come on Derek’s dick, Spencer.”
Spencer could barely stand it when Derek pulled away with a wet laugh, his fingers sliding out of his abused ass so he could get his own pants undone. The younger man struggled to sit up while he took hold of himself and thrusted roughly into his fist to chase the high of Morgan’s mouth. He scrambled to his knees, out of breath and slightly disoriented, amazed when he found Morgan’s eyes and stared into them on the cusp of orgasm.
“Here it is, Pretty Boy, just in time--get my big cock nice and wet for later, aight?” Morgan held his long dick in a clenched fist, free from his jeans parted down the zipper beneath his ripped abs. Spencer had never seen such a beautiful target to shoot his load on--this time when he took aim, he had no problem making his mark.
“Fuck--fuck, fuck fuckkkk--” He was on his knees coming all over the huge black cock in front of him in seconds, flinging out an arm to steady himself against Morgan’s shoulder while he shook through the orgasm.
Morgan held him up when Reid collapsed forward, rubbing his back up and down while he came down. Hotch got up to refill his whiskey glass. He didn’t bother to put his cock away.
They were close to the apex of this evening. No need to play at pretense any longer.
When he settled back into his chair he found Reid getting to know Morgan’s cock with his mouth.
“Did I say you suck him off yet, Spencer?”
Spencer popped off with his mouth full of his own cum, glaring at Hotch while he kept stroking Derek’s dick in his fist. Derek grinned over at him, his hands wrapped up in Reid’s hair.
“No… may I suck his cock, Sir?” Reid swallowed the sticky come with an audible gulp and arched his back so his ass was in the air. He knew exactly what he was doing to his boyfriend when Hotch scowled.
“No. For that, you’re getting it in the ass. Right now.”
He took a sip of his whiskey before turning his attention to Derek.
“Put him face down on the bed, Derek. Ass up. I want to see you split him open on your cock.”
“You got it, bossman,” Derek replied. Spencer frowned petulantly, his eyes alight with mischief while he acted the bratty little twink part he’d come to love playing.
“But--”
“You heard him, Reid.”
Morgan wrestled Spencer away from his slow sensual stroking, pushing him roughly facedown on the bed before he slid off and stood at the edge to drag his legs around his hips. He was still fully clothed, his dark jeans slung low on his hips and his black shirt riding up to expose the cut musculature of his abs.
“You want me naked, Hotch?” he asked over his shoulder while Spencer pretended to struggle and squirm on the bed. Derek tightened his grip on those pale white thighs.
Hotch raised an eyebrow and nodded, silently.
Of course he wanted Derek naked.
By the end of the night, the only one left wearing clothes would be himself.
Morgan followed the order without a word. He stripped off his shirt with one hand and made quick work of shedding his jeans, all while he kept a firm hold on the wiggling twink moaning into the mattress like a slut.
Hotch adjusted himself on the chair, getting comfortable with his whiskey as he languidly jerked off to the sight.
Morgan was standing there at the edge of the king-sized bed, his massive cock in juxtaposition to Reid’s exposed, pale ass still criss-crossed by the faint red marks of Hotch’s hand from the night before. He had pulled Reid’s long legs down to brace against the carpet so he could slip in between them, thumbing apart his soft round ass cheeks until both he and Hotch had a perfect view of Spencer’s tight wet rim.
“Hold him open like that for a minute, Derek…” Hotch finally let out a groan of pleasure when Morgan spread his fingers and thumb apart, pressed up around Reid’s hole to get him to open it up. Morgan growled his own appreciation, shaking his head with a low whistle while Reid muffled a high-pitched needy moan with the comforter.
“Damn, Hotch… you said you just fucked him last night? So fucking tight--I honestly don’t know if I can fit without opening him up some more,” Derek admitted a bit regretfully, slipping a finger inside Reid’s tight ass.
Reid pushed back into the invading finger and lifted his head. “I have excellent sphincter control, Derek--you’ll fit. E-eventually!” he squeaked when Derek added two more fingers and scissored them apart.
“Fuck, Kid… I am going to enjoy fucking you so much…” Derek slid his fingers back out to drizzle more lube on his cock, keeping one hand on Reid’s ass while he looked back over his shoulder at Hotch.
“You’re sure about this, Aaron?” he asked seriously when he noticed Hotch’s tightly clenched jaw, the way he had stopped stroking himself while he sat there, watching.
They had been lovers first, friends later, colleagues forever--but Derek wasn’t about to fuck around when it came down to crossing this final line.
Hotch raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth quirked up.
“For the last time--if I wasn’t sure, none of us would be here doing this right now.”
“Fuck him, Derek. Hard.”
Morgan pressed the tip of his wet cock up between Reid’s quivering cheeks and pushed it in, standing a little to the side so Hotch got a full view of every last centimeter disappearing beneath the tight pink clench spreading out to take him.
Spencer let out a deep groan of unbridled animal pleasure, totally unlike his breathy little moans and whimpers from earlier.
Hotch fully took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt while Morgan sank into his boyfriend so painstakingly slow. He could see the restraint rippling through the man’s taut back muscles, his forearms veining up where he gripped Reid’s hips hard to hold him place. Reid reactively arched forward with each thrust, his face buried against the bed, muffled groans escaping him every few seconds he could find a breath.
Watching him take it like that, from this angle, knowing just how thick and long Derek’s dick was from experience--it almost took Hotch’s breath away.
He almost came in those first few minutes of witnessing Spencer open up his ass to another man, watching his struggle to take it after all that bravado, all the playful daddy pleases and petulant looks--
Hotch held his cock tight at the base, massaging himself there as Morgan steadily picked up the pace of his thrusts and added more lube.
“Ohhh, fu-fuck, fuck, it’s--s-so fucking huge, Daddy,” Spencer cried out suddenly when Morgan finally worked his cock all the way inside him and stayed there. He sounded like he could barely speak.
“Does it feel good, Spencer?” Hotch asked softly. “You like Morgan’s big dick fucking you open for me?”
“Yes! Ah, yes sir!” Spencer whined before he once again buried his face in the covers to let out a scream. Morgan pulled out to the tip, nosing it in and out of Spencer’s strained little hole before he sank back in to the hilt.
“Fuck, pretty boy, you’re too fucking much--oh god, Hotch, man, I’m gonna come soon, this is--I can’t hold it back--” Morgan groaned after a few more shallow thrusts. He pulled out all the way and stumbled aside for a break before he blew his load early and ruined the real surprise.
Something about the entire situation--having sex with his best friend after years of wondering what would it be like , being watched by his boss and former fuck buddy, the fact that Spencer fucking Reid was so damn tight and hot and taking his cock better than most people ever could--
Derek was just as much of a mess as the moaning twink gasping on the bed. He collapsed beside him after grabbing his wine glass and knocking back the bubbles.
Hotch rolled his eyes at his debauched subordinates, finally standing up with a stretch, his rock hard dick ready to join the party.
“Spencer…”
Spencer rolled over to his back, his chest heaving with each breath, arms flung up over his tousled head. He stared up at the older man through tear-filled eyes, blinking through the intensity of getting fucked by the biggest penis he had ever seen in real life.
“Aaron…” he whispered to his ever-calm, always collected boyfriend. He knew what he needed to follow this first taste of something different up the right way. “Your turn?”
Hotch gifted him with a small smile as he approached. Morgan propped himself up on an elbow, finishing off his prosecco before tossing the empty glass to the side and leaning over to lick Spencer’s exposed nipple.
The old t-shirt had ridden up under Reid’s arms. Reid shivered at the touch of Morgan’s hot tongue sucking his tiny nipple, the large hand rubbing circles into his lower belly--the way Hotch’s eyes smoldered while the older man settled in between his spread legs. The wet tip of Aaron’s cock prodded his wet, well-worked hole--Spencer could tell he must be gaping open when it slid right in.
The abrupt fullness made him toss his head back and shut his eyes, his fist against his mouth to stifle the yelp.
“It’s always my turn when it comes to you, Spencer…” Hotch growled before he set a brutal pace of quick, claiming thrusts, burying himself in Spencer’s tight heat until he felt the lube squeezing out of him to drip all over his pants. His hand found Morgan’s head, stroking the sharp stubble at the base of his jaw while Morgan sucked and nipped at Reid’s hard red nipple. “But tonight… I don’t mind sharing.”
Spencer groaned against his hand, stifling himself from screaming at the overwhelming dual sensations of the mouth and the cock, the hands and the heat of two large, masculine bodies having their way with him.
“I want you to suck Derek off while I fuck you. Think you can handle both of us?” Hotch slowed down long enough to let Reid catch a breath and open his eyes.
“Yeah--yeah, ah-I-can handle it,” he whispered hoarsely, nodding his enthusiastic consent to his boyfriend’s proposal.
“Roll over.”
Hotch pulled his cock out slowly, his hands pressed to Spencer’s spread cheeks so he could watch the twink gape open when he finally slipped out.
“Look at that, Derek… he’s never been so open before. Well done,” he said with a quick smack of Reid’s ass before he rolled him over to his front. Morgan chuckled breathlessly as he got situated on the bed with his legs around Reid’s shoulders.
“That’s one thing I didn’t have on my “congratulations from the boss” bingo card, Hotch.”
Reid snorted against Morgan’s thigh, the sexy mood temporarily broken. He couldn’t help but joke with his best friend whose huge cock had apparently left his ass gaping wide enough to warrant congratulations.
“I think it’s time you started a new bingo card, Derek.”
“Oh-ho, look who remembered how to speak after getting reamed out--”
“Children.”
Spencer giggled like a loon with his mouth already full of Derek’s cock, not even caring that it had just been buried inside him. It was far too late to care about germs at this point. Derek had his hand woven into his hair, pulling just right, he could feel Hotch lining up his cock with his hole, the first stretch, the delicious sting, how he just took it after being so worked up and open, the press of his dick against the comforter--
He focused on sucking the massive cock he’d dreamed about for years, lavishing it with his tongue’s praises up and down along the subtle curve of hot flesh. Hotch started hammering into him, hard, pulling out all the way to push back in without a pause--there was no way he’d be able to sit normally for days after this.
The idea of hobbling around with this memory in his eidetic mind all weekend was enough to make his dick wet and hard again.
He was going to come. Again. Without even touching himself, if this kept up.
Morgan’s hands all over his body, pulling the t-shirt up and out of the way while Aaron fucked his ass so hard and fast, the hot cock choking his full throat, the sounds the two men were making, the deep moans, the hitched breath, the rough-whispered words--
“Fuck him, Aaron, goddamn--remember when you fucked me like that, not even breakin’ a sweat, still wearing that motherfucking suit, fuck--”
“You miss me, Derek? I missed you--I want to see your face when you come with us both--look at me, there you are, let me see your eyes open while you fucking come in Spencer’s mouth-- keep going, he’s so fucking perfect isn’t he?”
Spencer blinked away more tears while he tried to look up and understand what he was hearing.
And then he had to pinch his own wrist to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Because at the same moment he tasted the explosion of hot, salty come erupt from Morgan’s cock in his mouth, he watched Aaron lean over from behind and capture Morgan’s lips with his own.
Spencer clenched so hard from both ends while he watched this impossible thing occur at this very uncomfortable angle--but he had to watch.
Aaron and Derek were making out-- open mouthed, full bodied, kissing--while Aaron kept up his relentless pummeling and Derek shook through an orgasm.
Spencer didn’t mean for it to happen but he couldn’t help but gag on the come filling his throat. He meant to moan but-- oops.
He pulled away spluttering just as he felt his ass tighten up and push Aaron’s cock out with a shocking amount of force--and that was when he came for the second time that night.
“Sh-shit-- cough-- ohmygod--”
Morgan held him with trembling arms while Spencer tried to understand what the hell was happening.
Hotch caught himself on the edge of the bed, one hand on Spencer’s ass in a punishing grip while he finished all over his gaping wet hole. He came hard enough to see white spots in his vision when Reid clenched up like that around him.
Paired with kissing Derek again after so many years… while watching his pretty, young, spitroasted boyfriend swallow all that come…
It was almost exactly like he’d pictured it.
Morgan fell back on the bed with Reid a sweaty, shaking heap on top of him.
Hotch composed himself enough to shed his ruined pants finally before he too collapsed beside the two other men with a groan.
They all lay there for a few minutes of processing.
The credits rolled for “A Streetcar Named Desire” in the background.
Spencer found two arms draped over him from either side when he managed to open his eyes and take stock of things.
Aaron lay sprawled out to his right, gently stroking his thigh and Derek’s wrist where he had his arm resting across his belly. Derek pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Spencer watched his hand migrate up to stroke Aaron’s finger.
A slow dawning realization came upon the Boy Wonder finally.
“You… you guys… were kissing,” he whispered, looking from Aaron to Derek as both men lazily lifted their heads.
“Yep,” Derek mumbled with a smirk.
“Did you like it, Spencer?” Aaron asked, his voice softer now while he studied Spencer’s reaction.
Spencer could only blink and nod, exhausted and sore and far too fucked out to allow his thoughts any room in his blissfully empty head.
“I did. Like to… see it again. Sometime. Maybe when I won’t break my neck trying to get a good look.”
Derek and Aaron laughed together while they commenced the cuddling portion of this drawn out evening--this was always the surprise Hotch had in mind, after all.
A good cuddle made even the best debauchery that much better. And it might even hold the promise of more in the future.
“Maybe you can sit in the chair next time, Spencer.”