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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Criminal_Minds
  Relationship:
      Aaron_Hotchner/Spencer_Reid
  Character:
      Aaron_Hotchner, Spencer_Reid
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_With_Plot, Self-Doubt, Partying, Fluff_and_Smut, Alternate_Universe,
      Homophobic_Language, Bottom!Hotch
  Series:
      Part 2 of Temptation
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-03 Words: 3714
****** Here ******
by wednesdays__child
Summary
     Aaron waits for Spencer at a party and seriously wonders what he is
     doing here.
     Spencer makes it worth his while.
Notes
     Title and inspiration from the song "Here" by Alessia Cara.
     Unbetaed - sorry. All mistakes are my own.
     Sequel to Closer. You really need to read that for this to make any
     sense.
     Spencer is days from 18 in this fic. Aaron is 22.
*************
I can resist anything except temptation. - Oscar Wilde
 
Oh god, what am I doing here? Aaron asked himself for the tenth time in as many
minutes. He knew he was coming off as uninterested or that he wasn't listening
or even indifferent. He knew he really didn't have any business here. Honestly,
he was only here for one reason - Spencer.
It was Ethan's last night in town before he had to go back to New Orleans -
thank god - and the boys had decided they needed one last night together.
Anderson's family was out of town so his place was the logical choice. Of
course, once Sean had discovered they would be without parental supervision, it
went from a quiet, friendly get together to a full on party. Aaron was sure
that his brother had invited everyone he knew, and possibly some people he
didn't, and had snuck into his family's basement liquor stash. He wasn't sure
which would be worse - his father discovering that he was short three bottles
of his cheap bourbon or his mother finding four bottles of her favorite vodka
missing. His money was on the latter.
Looking around at the teenagers scattered around, Aaron marveled at how old all
of this made him feel. Sure, he was only four years older than most of the
people here and he had certainly attended his share of parties at college, but
this just wasn't his scene at all. He would so much rather it just be him and
Spencer all alone in a quiet room instead of here in this room with people who
didn't even know him. It wasn't like there weren't some who wanted to though.
If he got one more offer to dance, he was sure he was going to snap.
What am I doing here?
He stood in the corner of the room, trying to be inconspicuous, hiding under a
cloud of marijuana smoke, which apparently wasn't working because this boy
sidled up to him, hollering in his ear. Aaron could hardly hear him over this
music that he never listened to but he sure got the hint. "Thanks but I don't
need a boyfriend and I don't want to get with you, so tell my friends that I'll
be over here."
He was so unimpressed with this that he felt like an anti-social pessimist.
Sean always told him that he needed to loosen up but all he really wanted to do
was be somewhere with his people, listening to some music with a message, just
like he and Spencer had been doing over the last few days. Just the two of
them, studying and discussing their big dreams and how they were going to
change the world and take over the planet.
What am I doing here?
Scanning the crowd, Aaron smiled when found Spencer holding court, surrounded
by pretty girls. He was on the loveseat flanked by two blondes, one with a high
ponytail, obviously some sort of athlete, the other with streaks of pink and
black throughout. Across from them sat the brunettes, one a total goth and the
other a gorgeous Latina. Aaron grumbled softly as Spencer reached over and
pulled a playing card from the goth girl's back pocket, getting a little too
close for his liking. Then Spencer pointed to the streaked blonde's hair and
the girl pulled another playing card from behind her barrette. All the girls
squealed and laughed and clapped as Spencer smiled wide.
Aaron had never seen Spencer like this - happy, smiling, comfortable in his own
skin around other people. He felt guilty for wanting to pull the younger man
away from the fun so he ducked his head down and headed toward the kitchen.
How it got worse in here, he had no clue. There was girl in the corner just
gossiping about all her friends, despite the fact that she was probably just as
drunk, if not more, than them. Suddenly the boy next to him turned green,
obviously he couldn't take what was in his cup anymore, and Aaron quickly spun
him around so he was poised over the sink. Sniffing the cup, Aaron groaned.
Sean must have made jungle juice and that meant a lot of sick teenagers.
Oh god, why am I here?
As he wandered past the refrigerator to find Sean, someone grabbed his ass and
Aaron decided that was it. He knew he never should have come to this and he was
done. Pulling out his phone, he quickly sent a text to Spencer.
Need_some_air._I'll_be_in_the_car_when_you're_done.
Squeezing through the press of bodies pushing against him, Aaron made his way
toward the door. All he could think about was getting outside, taking in some
fresh air and a little bit of quiet. As he reached for the doorknob, his other
hand was snagged in a tight grip. Ready to spin around and disappoint yet
another girl, or boy, of the notion that he would ever get with them, he
stopped when he was face to face with Spencer.
"Where are you going?" the younger boy asked.
"Out," Aaron shouted over the pounding music, indicating the front door with
his head.
"Come on," Spencer obviously said although Aaron more read his lips than heard
him. Working back through the crowd, Spencer led him toward the staircase. He
pulled him down the hallway of the second floor, winding around people making
out or getting high. The place was a mess and he wondered how they were going
to clean all of this up before Anderson's parents got home. At the end of the
hall on the second floor there was a smallish door. Pulling out a key, Spencer
unlocked the door before slipping through. Poking his head back out, the
younger boy smiled.
"Come on in, Aaron."
The older boy chuckled when Spencer disappeared inside again before following.
When Spencer closed and locked the door behind them, Aaron sighed with relief.
The small room had an angled ceiling but it was cool and quiet, exactly what he
wanted. "Where are we?" he asked.
"Room above the garage. Anderson's parents had this space converted so he'd
have his own place when he came home. They converted his old room into a yoga
room for his mom. But this one is well insulated and air conditioned and it's
all ours for the night."
As he spoke, Spencer stalked forward, backing the older boy up against the
small door. Aaron groaned as the lithe body began to lean into him, slipping
his knees between Aaron's, pressing in slowly, first thighs, then hips and
chest. Spencer continued to press in until he was almost painfully forcing
Aaron into the solid surface behind him.
"Spencer," he gasped, trying to lean forward to capture the tempting lips
before him but the younger boy kept leaning away every time he tried to dart in
for a kiss.
"Aaron," Spencer teased back, slowly rolling his hips. "I know you weren't
having much fun tonight. I saw you watching me. You were just itching to get
out of here. I watched you turn away some very interested people tonight,
Aaron. Was that because of me?"
"Yes," Aaron hissed as the friction began to ramp up his interest, Spencer's
hard length against him making him start to feel a little desperate.
"Good."
Fingers gripped his wrists painfully and he was practically ripped away from
the wall. He followed quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet before running
into the mattress and box spring laying on the floor. Falling down onto the
cheap bedding, Aaron looked up at the younger man standing over him who was
slowly stripping out of his sweater vest.
"Where'd he get this piece of crap?"
"I stole it from my roommate in college and gave it to him for this room."
"Sheets and all?"
"Yup."
Aaron shivered at the predatory smile shining down at him. Spencer's sweater
vest fell at his feet before long, elegant fingers reached for the buttons for
his dress shirt. "What are you waiting for Hotchner?" he asked, his voice
pitched low and a warm tingling settled low in his belly. He had never seen
Spencer like this before. It was...oddly arousing.
Trailing his hands down, trying to be as seductive as Spencer, he gripped the
bottom of his polo before slowly pulling it over his head. He knew he must be
doing something right if the groan of approval from above him was any
indication.
"Like what you see?" Aaron asked, a small chuckle making his voice sound higher
than normal.
Spencer nodded enthusiastically, his too long hair falling in front of his
eyes. "Been too long," he whispered, pulling the first two buttons of his shirt
free.
Aaron snorted at that. Since that first night, they hadn't really had the time
or the place to be together like they wanted. They couldn't really do anything
at his place. As soon as they were in the door, his father started muttering
about the "damn faggots back in town". And Spencer was just as reluctant to
have him over with his mom not well. They had gone up to their spot a couple of
times but they really were too tall to regularly attempt sex in Aaron's Rover,
so they settled for quick handjobs and one spectacularly messy attempt at
blowjobs before they'd nearly gotten caught.
But now? Now they had this room all to themselves for the night and Aaron
wasn't going to waste that. Reaching up, he wrapped his fingers around the thin
wrist as Spencer continued to undo his buttons. When he had liberated the last
one, Aaron tugged, tumbling the younger boy onto the mattress next to him.
Dragging his hands up the younger boy's chest, he parted the material, happy to
have an unobstructed view of the expanse of pale skin.
"Christ, it feels like forever since I've got to see you like this."
Spencer chuckled. "You've seen me every day since I've been home."
"Not like this," he practically purred as he pushed the shirt from his
shoulders, leaving them both bare from the waist up. "It's been too long."
"Four days, twenty hours and approximately nineteen minutes."
"See? Too long."
Spencer smirked as he leaned up, pressing his lips against Aaron's. When the
older boy reached down to cup his ass, he pulled back. "We are entirely too
overdressed for what I have planned for you tonight."
Aaron bit back a groan. He liked this side of Spencer, powerful and passionate.
"And what exactly do you have planned?"
"What you promised me that first night in the Rover."
The groan would not be contained that time and Aaron quickly reached for the
fastenings of his lover's pants. He wanted that. Oh, how he wanted that. He'd
been thinking about it almost non-stop since that night and now he knew Spencer
had been thinking about it too. He popped the button before leaning forward to
capture those tempting lips again. Snaking out the tip of his tongue, he licked
the seam of the younger boy's lips as he pulled down the zip before reaching
into Spencer's jeans.
"Oh God," he groaned when he found only flesh. Spencer had gone commando.
Wrapping his fingers around the half-hard flesh, he pulled slowly, intent on
bringing the younger boy to full arousal. "You certainly are full of surprises
tonight, aren't you?"
Spencer chuckled against his lips, smiling before dipping in to taste again.
The moan against Aaron's lips vibrated through his body, setting his whole body
on fire. Suddenly Spencer shimmied and wiggled, working to get the jeans a
little further down his hips. Once they were down far enough, he kicked until
the offending material was gone, lost somewhere on the floor of the small room.
Once he was fully naked, he placed both his palms against Aaron's chest,
forcing the older boy to lay back. Aaron looked up at the vision hovering over
him. The look in his hazel eyes was predatory, hungry, and he could barely hold
back the shiver that rocked through his body.
"I want to make you come undone," Spencer whispered, the words hot and harsh in
the quiet of the room.
Not trusting his voice, Aaron simply nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.
Spencer immediately dove down to attack the older boy's pants. Soon the cool
air of the room was pricking the sweat-slicked skin of his thighs as Spencer
all but ripped the butter-soft denim from his legs. The younger boy straddled
his thighs, slowly trailing his fingertips over the wide expanse of skin
exposed to him. Aaron watched as the other took his time, touching, tracing,
memorizing him. He felt opened, owned, possessed. It was a frightening feeling
but Spencer soothed him, whispering soft words of want and need, telling him
over and over how gorgeous he was, how much he wanted him.
Finally seeming to get his fill, Spencer moved off of him, leaning back to get
something out of his pants. Sitting back between Aaron's thighs, Spencer waved
his hands in an intricate pattern before suddenly a small tube of lube
appeared. Aaron chuckled lightly. "How do you do that?"
"A true magician never reveals their secrets," Spencer answered before popping
open the tube and slicking up his fingers. "Are you sure, Aaron?"
Aaron swallowed hard. Was he ready for this? Could he do this? This? This was
huge. He was so used to being the one in charge but he wanted this, needed
this.
"God, yes, I'm sure."
Spencer slipped down a little before pressing on the older boy's thighs,
silently asking for better access. Aaron quickly complied. Gazing at his prize,
Spencer sighed as he reached down to circle the hole with a slick finger. When
the finger pressed in, Aaron groaned and spread his legs further, needing more.
When the finger was fully inside, he let out the breath he didn't even realize
he was holding.
"Are you okay?" Spencer whispered, his eyes wide and lips parted.
Aaron nodded, worried that his voice would fail him. It felt weird - weird but
good. He wanted to know what Spencer felt, needed to know, so he lifted his
hips and squeezed his muscles around the digit inside him. Slowly, Spencer
began to move, gently preparing his lover. One finger became two and Aaron
groaned softly at the burn of the stretch. Once he began to relax, Spencer
pulled his fingers free before adding more slick and pushing in three.
"Shhh," Spencer soothed as Aaron arched at the intense burn, trying to get away
from the fingers opening him up. His free hand traced slowly over the older
boy's thighs as he tried to get him to relax. "It's okay. Relax. I've got you."
When he noticed Aaron flagging erection, he bent over, taking just the head of
his cock in between his lips. Slowly, he licked and sucked, tracing the slit
with the tip of his tongue, all the while he thrust his fingers inside,
stretching and slicking his lover until Aaron was gasping and begging for more.
Suddenly he curled his fingers and Aaron shouted in shock, "Fuck!"
Smiling around the cock in his mouth, Spencer thrust his fingers in again
before repeating the motion. Aaron's hands shot down, fingers tangling in the
curly hair, gripping tightly. He pulled the hot mouth off his aching prick
before he pulled the younger boy up until he was nearly draped over him.
"In me, now," he growled. "I need you in me now, Spencer."
Spencer stared at him, an evil twinkle in his eyes. "Say please."
"Please," he ground out, his voice high and needy. "Please, please, oh Christ
please, Spencer."
"Well," Spencer practically purred. "Since you asked so nicely."
He pulled his fingers free then before slicking his fingers once again. He
added a little more lube to the prepared passage before slicking up his cock.
Settling himself between the parted thighs, he lined himself up before slowly
pressing in. Aaron groaned at the press, the burn, the pain.
Once Spencer wiped his hand on the cheap sheets, he gripped the older boy's
hips, keeping him trapped, stable, secure as he entered him. Once he was fully
seated, Spencer took a deep breath, staring into Aaron's lust blown chocolate
eyes.
"Aaron," he gasped, his voice full of awe and wonder. "So tight. So hot.
Christ, you feel so good."
He did his best to relax, to breathe, but it was all so much, too much. It hurt
and it burned but somehow he wanted more, needed more. Softly, slowly, Spencer
rocked forward, pressing in just a little more. Aaron groaned, enjoying the
feeling as small shocks of pleasure began to tingle up and down his spine with
every thrust. As he began to make more sounds of pleasure, Spencer began to
speed up his thrusts, keeping them short and deep, searching for the one thing
that would make the older boy come undone.
Finally, Aaron was used to the feeling, the burn was gone, the pain had
subsided and he wanted, no, he needed more. "Spence," he gasped. "Move. Please,
more."
"I have reduced Aaron Hotchner to single syllables," Spencer teased, smiling.
"I must be doing something right."
"Just fuck me, Spence."
"Yes Sir," Spencer replied and that sent another frisson of pleasure straight
to the older boy's cock. When Aaron groaned loudly, Spencer chuckled.
Leaning back, Spencer reached under Aaron's knees, pressing the muscular thighs
up and slightly out. He pulled nearly all the way out before slowly pressing
his way back in. He did this for several long minutes just a slow push and
pull, testing and teasing. When Aaron was finally able to open his eyes, he
realized that Spencer was watching.
One of Aaron's hands shot out, gripping the cheap sheets and pulling the corner
off in his passion.
"Fuck," Spencer whispered, seemingly transfixed by the slip and slide of his
dick, appearing and then disappearing into the older boy's body. "Aaron," he
groaned.
"Do it," Aaron replied and it was as if a dam had burst. Pressing his knees
closer to his chest, Spencer leaned forward, slamming his hips before pulling
away, setting a rough, fast pace. The change in position was perfect and Aaron
moaned loudly as his prostate was hit on nearly every thrust.
Letting go of his thighs, Spencer fell forward, bracing his arms on either side
of Aaron's head. The older boy immediately wrapped his legs around the thin
waist, digging his heels into the slim ass that clenched and rolled with every
thrust. They grunted and moaned, whispering short words and phrases, terms of
endearment and soft curses. Their sweat-slicked skin slid as they rubbed
against each other, Aaron's cock trapped between their flexing abdomens as
Spencer pounded into him and he rolled his hips, trying to fuck himself down
onto the cock inside of him.
"Close," Aaron moaned. He tried to reach down, to grip his cock, to finish
himself off, but his wrist was caught and slammed down onto the mattress by his
head.
"No," Spencer snapped with a harsh snap of his hips. "You'll come from me
alone."
Aaron groaned as Spencer held him down and continued the onslaught on his body,
the eyes boring into him, the whispered words and curses making him come
undone. Then he felt it, starting in his belly and rolling all over his body
before it was concentrated in his groin to shoot out of his aching cock.
Shouting, his back arched off the mattress, nearly throwing the younger man off
with the intensity of his orgasm. Spencer hung on, fucking him through the
powerful orgasm before thrusting in one last time, crying out his lover's name,
emptying himself into the willing man beneath him.
They were both breathing hard, panting and gasping as if they had both just run
a marathon as they came down from the high of the best orgasms of their young
lives. Spencer had collapsed down onto his chest as they tried to collect
themselves. Finally Spencer groaned, "So much better than the back of your
Rover."
Aaron chuckled as he pulled the younger boy even closer, placing a kiss on top
of his head, digging his nose in the sweaty curls. "Hey I love that Rover, but
even I'll admit a cheap mattress is better than the cramped backseat if this is
what it's like every time."
They laughed softly as Aaron slowly let his legs drop from around Spencer's
waist and the younger boy's soft cock slowly slipped from him. They were wet
and sticky and their sweat was turning cold in the air conditioned room.
Rolling them slowly, Aaron settled them both on their sides and pulled the
sheet fully off the bed to cover them up.
"We have the room all night?" he asked, tucking the younger boy into his chest,
resting his chin on top of his head.
"Yep," Spencer replied, exaggerating the "p", popping it hard so a puff of air
ghosted over Aaron's chest. "Anderson's going to sleep in his old room because
it has more room, and I quote 'is a total chick magnet', end quote."
Aaron chuckled at that. "You have weird friends."
"Maybe. But it did get us this sweet room."
"I don't know about sweet but I am happy for a quiet place just for us."
"For tonight anyway."
They stayed like that for a long while, just holding each other and enjoying
this moment.
"How long before you're ready to go again?"
Aaron laughed. "You may be only seventeen but let me take a little break, yeah?
Then you can have your way with me."
"Deal," Spencer replied around the yawn he didn't bother to try to suppress. "I
know this really wasn't your thing, but I'm glad you came tonight. No pun
intended."
"I'll happily go to stuff like this for you, Spencer," he replied, surprised
that he honestly meant that. When Spencer didn't reply, he figured the younger
boy had fallen asleep. Letting his body relax despite the party still going on
around them, he drifted off to sleep, happy to be here.
END
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