(3) a radiator on the wall

Saturday

You both fell asleep yesterday as soon as you made it from the bathtub to the bedroom.

Now you are woken up by sounds coming from the kitchen. Groaning you look at the clock. 8 a.m. Why is Hotch up?

You get dressed, sweater and tights have to make do for now. Trudging into the kitchen, you find Hotch stirring something in a pan.

"Hey." You say, standing right behind him.

He jumps and turns around: "Oh, hey."

"What are you doing?" You lean to the side to look behind him. Looks like eggs.

"Breakfast." He rubs the back of his neck.

You furrow your eyebrows: "Why? You're my guest."

"Well, I wanted to do something nice, after you made me such a nice coffee yesterday and…"

You stop him from talking by laying a hand on his chest.

"Aaron. You don't have to feel guilty because someone took care of you."

He smiles, appearing embarrassed: "How do you know I feel guilty?"

You just raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, okay. Fair enough." He puts up his hands in defeat.

You rest one hand on his cheek.

The looks he gives you almost makes you tear up. He leans his head into your touch and closes his eyes for a second.

Smiling at him you look back at pan: "It still looks nice though."

You get two plates and Hotch puts the scrambled eggs on them. You both sit down at the table in the living room. Pulling one leg to your chest and balancing it at the edge of the chair you start eating. You cannot help yourself but stare at Hotch.

He notices: "What is it?"

"This feels a little weird, don't you think?"

Even though you had sex, it's weird to do such a domestic thing with, well, your boss. During sex you don't have much time thinking about that.

"Because I'm your supervisor?" He puts down his fork, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Shit. He is upset.

You tilt your head: "Kind of."

"You didn't seem to find it weird yesterday, fucking me." His face is stern, lips tight.

"Damn Aaron, that's not what I meant." You hold his piercing gaze.

"Do you regret it?" He suddenly blurts out.

"What?" You look at him like that's the most ridiculous thing you ever heard.

He sighs and rubs his face: "Do you regret it? Because I can go, and we will just forget about it."

Oh, he is really hurt.

"Absolutely not." Your voice is steady.

Your phone rings and you look at it. It's Emily.

You get up and answer it: "Hey, Em. What's up?"

She breaths loudly, staggered.

"Emily, are you crying?"

Hotch looks at you concerned.

"Can you come over?" She pleads.

"Of course. Can you tell me what happened? Are you in danger?"

"No…" She sniffles. "JJ and I…"

Your eyes wide: "Okay. Em, I tell you what. I put on clothes and be right over, okay? Give me twenty minutes."

"Thank you."

You look at Hotch for a moment. He is still tense and seems upset.

You sigh: "Aaron, this conversation is not over. I need to go check on Emily."

He gets up, reaching for the plates.

"Leave them!" You tell him a little too loud. You pinch the bridge of your nose: "Shit. I will come over to your place later, okay?"

Hotch stares at you, jaw clenched: "If you don't find it too weird."

You really want to scream at him, but you just breath out loudly.

"No, I don't." Is all you say, before you hurry to the bedroom.

Putting on jeans, a blouse, and some boots. You run to the bathroom and brush your teeth.

Before you exit, you look for a still packed toothbrush.

When you come out, Hotch is getting dressed, not looking at you.

"I put out a toothbrush for you. Leave whenever you want. I'll write you when I leave Emily's."

He turns to look at you, not replying. You open a drawer of your dresser and get your spare key. You throw it at him, he catches it.

"Lock the door on your way out."

For a moment, the corners of his mouth twitch, like he wants to smile.

"Okay." He finally says. You nod at him and run out.

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With screeching tires, you arrive in front of Emily's apartment. You jump out and ring her doorbell until she buzzes you in.

Her eyes are red, but she stopped crying. You hug her in the doorway without saying anything.

After you let go of her, she lets you in. Her cat comes to greet you. "Hey, Sergio." You pet him.

You follow Emily to her living room, sitting down on the sofa next to her.

"Thank you for coming over, I didn't know who else to call. You're the only one who knows…"

"Em, it's fine. What happened?"

She rubs her face: "JJ and I had a huge fight. We agreed at the beginning of our relationship that we won't tell the team…But I also don't want my mom to know. She's super homophobic. And now JJ thinks I'm too ashamed of her that I won't tell my mother and stand up for her…"

You take her hand. "I'm sorry."

You pull her into another hug: "Your mom doesn't know that you're gay?"

Her breathing hitches when she tries not to cry again: "No, well kind of."

"Oh, Em." You kiss her cheek.

She leans back: "Do your parents know that you're bi?"

You shake your head: "Didn't get the chance to. I told them to go fuck themselves way earlier."

Emily laughs and wipes her eyes.

"So, I'm sorry, I cannot aid with coming out advice. At least for coming out to your parents."

She lets her head sink, but you take her chin and pull it back up: "Stop. Your mom is the one who should be ashamed, not you."

Emily stares at you and grabs your neck. She pulls you in for a kiss. You're too surprised to do anything but kiss her back. When you get over the surprise, you gently push her back.

"Em, no." You mumble.

"Why not?" She looks at you.

"Because the one you want to kiss is JJ."

She rolls her eyes: "Well, now I want to kiss you."

You smile at her: "Under other circumstances I would be ripping off your clothes now. But todays not that day." You chuckle.

"Sorry." She rubs her face again. "You're right, sorry."

"It's okay. You're probably pretty overwhelmed right now; with, well, everything."

She shakes her head: "You must think I am a horrible person. But I promise I did not call you to use you as a rebound or something."

"I do not think that." You assure her. "But I do think you should call your mom and tell her to either love you and JJ or fuck off."

Emily looks at you: "I am scared."

You shake your head: "No way. Not Emily Prentiss. You're the baddest bitch of the FBI."

You look around and pick up her phone.

She lets out a sigh: "You're right. Why do you always have to be right?"

You shrug your shoulders: "I have many talents."

"Go on." You hand her the phone.

You take out your own phone and call JJ on facetime.

She picks up, looking similar to Emily, eyes red: "Hey, what's up?"

"You should see this." You flip the camera.

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You leave Emily's place smiling. Then you remember the conversation that lies ahead of you. You texted Hotch, he simply replied with his address. At least he wants to see you.

It's kind of early to discuss what you have to discuss. But you started it, now you have to finish this conversation. You like Hotch, a lot, but…get it together!!!

He has a nice two-story house in the suburban area of DC. You pull in behind his car. His front yard could use some improvement, you take a mental note.

When Hotch opens his door, he looks a little calmer than before, but the tension is thick.

"Can I come in?" You ask when he doesn't move.

"Yeah, sure." He steps to the side.

You brush his hand when you walk by him. He doesn't pull back.

The hallway opens into a nice kitchen with a living room adjacent. You look around and lean your back against the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I freaked out." He looks at his feet.

"No, no. You were right. I could have been a little more sensitive."

He clears his voice: "So, what does that mean?"

You take a step closer to him: "I really would like to continue what's going on between us."

He smiles, visibly relieved.

You lift one hand: "But I need you to stop being so apologetic."

"I can try." He steps closer.

You take his hand and press kisses onto his digits: "You concentrate so much on putting up a front for work, when you need to behave in a certain way, that you seem to forget to be yourself sometimes. And you shouldn't feel bad about being yourself, about liking skin contact, liking to be taken care of."

Hotch breathes out loudly: "Or liking to be choked, for that matter."

You chuckle: "Exactly."

"What did Emily want?" He mumbles while pulling you into a hug.

"I can't tell you that." You whisper.

He leans his head back to look at you, without letting go: "Because I'm your supervisor?"

You nod: "But I promise, I will tell you anything that doesn't has to do with your subordinates."

He laughs: "That's fair."

You push his head down until he lays it onto your shoulder. You caress his neck and kiss the exposed skin. He sighs and kisses your shoulder.

"How do you get past all my defenses?" He asks quietly.

"Because you let me."

Aaron chuckles.

"Want to get lunch?" You ask.

It's sunny outside and you decide to get takeout and go to the park to eat.

You sit on a bench and eat, while talking. It's nice and you cannot stop smiling at Hotch.

He looks so good. His hair disheveled, casual clothes, dimples on his cheeks from smiling back at you.

"Does it bother you?" He asks you all of a sudden, noticing your stare.

"What?" You find his eyes.

"The age gap?" His cheeks flush.

You shake your head: "I could ask you the same thing. But the reason I just stared at you, was because I think you look really hot right now."

"Oh." The color of his cheeks darkens.

"And you? Does it bother you?" Now that he brought it up, you are actually curious.

He shakes his head, but then halters: "Well kind of, but not how you maybe think."

You squint your eyes: "Do I intimidate you?"

"Okay, what the fuck?" He laughs. "Can you stop reading my mind or however you do that."

"I promise I'm neither reading your mind nor profiling you. But I am used to people somehow being scared or intimidated by me."

He blinks at you.

"Come on, tell me Aaron."

"Fine. It's a little scary when someone fifteen years younger takes one look at you and your knees almost give out, because they see everything in your eyes."

"I don't see everything." You grin. "But it also turns you on, doesn't it?"

He coughs: "Yeah."

"Good." You lean closer: "Because it also turns me on, a lot."

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Sunday

Even though you both were aroused when you got to your apartment yesterday, you spent the evening rather civil: Watching your favorite movie, after Aaron requested to do so.

The bottled-up sexual tension made it extra exciting when you got up to take a shower together.

Before you have the chance to take all your clothes of, though, Aaron's phone rings.

"SSA Hotchner." He says in his work-voice. "Alright, call the others. I will be there in 30 minutes."

"We have a case, don't we?" You ask after he hung up.

He nods.

"Shit." You mumble.

You both get dressed quickly. Hotch had the brilliant idea to bring a to-go bag to your apartment. You get your guns out of your safe and holster them.

"Should we drive in separate cars?"

He hesitates: "It would take too long to drive to my house and then to Quantico."

"Okay. But we have to pick up Reid."

"Alright. Let's go."

You smile at his willingness or rather at his not-caring.

Reid doesn't see Hotch sitting in the passenger seat through the tinted windows. He jumps a little: "Oh, hey Hotch."

"Reid." He nods.

"His car broke down. Get in the back." You call from the driver seat.

While Reid gets in, you wink at Hotch, and he puts his hand over his mouth to not let Reid see how wide he is grinning.

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Once again you are on the jet. This time on the way to Georgia. You didn't want to raise any suspicion by suddenly sitting next to Hotch. So, you take your regular place next to Reid. You were relieved to see how JJ and Emily were looking at each other. You are pretty sure that they are holding hands under the table.

You worked though the preliminary file. Now you just want to close your eyes. It is way too early of a Sunday to do anything than to lounge at home. Reid's head is already on your shoulder. He fell asleep minutes after everyone decided to take a break.

You turn and see Hotch staring at the two of you. He raises an eyebrow.

You squint your eyes and take out your phone.

I want to fuck you so bad right now.

You hear how Hotch takes out his mobile. You also hear how he clears his throat to not make any compromising sounds.

Oh god. Don't make me hornier than I already am.

You grin.

Thanks, but you can call me by my name.

Hotch laughs and Morgan turns to look at him.

"I'm just reading an article." He explains.

You turn around: "Really, what about?"

He shoots you a half-angry, half-lustful look.

"Government-Funding." Aaron replies deadpan.

Morgan snickers: "Yeah, that sounds like something you would laugh at."

Government-Funding, huh?

Hotch gets up and goes to the bathroom.

Fuck off. :)

You grin.

Don't you dare jerk off in that bathroom now.

He comes back out after a minute.

"Good boy." You mouth at him.

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It's difficult to focus. But you have done this before. Working while staring at Hotch.

You get it together and actually contribute something to the case.

Nevertheless, you're relieved when Hotch calls it a day and you get back to the Hotel. Sadly, everyone gets their own room this time.

That doesn't stop Aaron though. Half an hour after you all got to your rooms, there is a knock on your door. Quickly, you open it and pull him inside. He is wearing his dress shirt, minus the suit jacket and his tie. The first buttons are undone.

You grab him by the belt and pull him to the bed. He presses his lips onto yours. You pry his mouth open and bite his bottom lip. He groans.

You open his belt and throw it on the ground. Grabbing his hair, you start to kiss his neck and collarbone.

"Fuck, I wanted to do that all day." You moan into his skin.

His dick twitches against your leg.

You grin and push him onto the bed: "Agent Hotchner, look at you. All needy."

His breathing hitches: "Please."

You get on him and grind his crotch: "Please, what?"

"Please fuck me."

"All you have to do is ask, darling." You kiss him and open his shirt. His hands wander under your shirt, you let him open your bra. While he takes off his shirt, you throw yours and the bra off the bed. You bend down and carefully bite his skin, starting at his neck, down to his ribs. His hips jerk up and his hard dick rubs against your core.

Aarons hands grab your hair. He groans repeatedly. When you look up at him, his cheeks are flushed, eyes wide open.

"Can you…?" His voice is husky. You wait for him to finish the sentence.

"Would you like to tie me up?"

You smile at him: "I prefer if you are held down by my voice and your willpower. But if you want to try it, we certainly can."

He nods.

"All fours or just the arms?" You get off him, looking for his belt.

"Just my hands."

"Get up." He sits up on the bed. His dress pants showing a massive tent.

You pick the belt up and look around. There is a radiator up on the wall in the bathroom.

You know that he probably thinks he gets to lay on the bed, chilling beneath you. But not with you. He follows you to the bathroom and you push him up against the wall.

Willingly, he puts his wrists together and lets you strap them. You kiss his arms up to the shoulder. He shows you a lot of trust and it's the hottest thing ever.

With one hand you push his arms over his head. You have to get on your tiptoes to bind the belt around a bar of the radiator.

You bite your bottom lip: "Fuck, Hotch."

His head falls back, the belt pressing against his wrists.

You step closer, kissing his lips you tell him: "You have to say when you get uncomfortable. I will let you down immediately."

"Okay." He exhales.

His back arches to get closer to your naked chest.

You push him back, flat against the wall. He shudders when he feels the cold tiles.

You get on your knees, pulling down his pants. Besides the clothes pooling around his ankles, he is completely naked. He leans his head forward to look down at you.

You're too turned on to wait longer. One hand wanders up and down his thighs, the other grabs his cock. You take his full length down your throat. Holding the eye-contact. His mouth falls open.

Both of your hands are now on his thighs, holding him against the wall. Fast paced, you push your head up and down his dick. He starts to moan louder.

You stop for a second: "I love to hear that, but you have to be quiet Aaron."

He nods frantically. His hands grabbing his restrains for leverage. You go back at it until his legs start to shake, making it hard for him to support himself.

You free his feet of his pants, and scoot forwards until you can put his legs onto your shoulders. Him basically sitting on you, gives you great access to his crotch.

You put your hands under his ass, to hold him up better. When you start to suck him off again, he curses: "Holy shit. Fuck…I…this is the best…"

He manages to shut himself up and you take him deeper in your mouth. Looking up at him, having his weight on your shoulders, makes you unbearably wet.

When his dick twitches in your mouth, you let go. Carefully, you put his feet back on the ground and get up. His chest and face are red. Sweat on his forehead.

You reach up to free his hands. He groans. "Your hands will tingle a little."

You rub his wrists and kiss him. He moans into your mouth. One of his hands wanders to your core and he starts to rub your clit. You let your head fall against his chest.

He kisses the back of your neck. You submerge in the sensation und close your eyes.

When you start to moan you look up and silence yourself with his mouth.

Both of you let go, panting. You look at the shower and get the belt again.

You take off the rest of your clothes and nod towards the shower. Hotch gets in and turns on the water.

It's hot and relaxes your back.

You order: "Sit down."

Hotch gets on the floor of the shower, the water hitting his thighs. Sitting down on his lap, you straddle his cock. You fold the belt, so that you can bite down on it. You offer Hotch the other end and he takes it into his mouth.

You smile around the belt and sink onto his cock. Both of you let out muffled moans.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you start to move up and down. Hotch starts to stimulate your nipples, by grabbing your tits and running his thumbs over them.

You roll your hips until your orgasm approaches. Judging how hard Hotch bites into the leather in his mouth, he is close as well. His left hand finds your clit again. You groan and press his head against your chest. You let the belt slip out of your mouth and call: "Bite me!"

Hotch spits out the belt and sinks his teeth into your flesh. "Yes, Aaron." You moan into his ear. You move your hips quicker and claw into his shoulder.

Throwing both your arms around him, pulling his hair, you cum. You clench so hard around him; you fear that you will crush his dick.

Hearing him moan into your chest, makes you forget everything. You roll your hips a few more times before you sink down against him.

The shower is so steamy, you're getting lightheaded. You reach up to turn off the water. Both of you are breathing heavily. With shaky legs you stand up and help Aaron to get up as well.

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You're both laying on the bed, bathrobes and towels around your bodies. Hotch his propped up on his elbow, gaze fixed on your face. You play with his hair and stroke his cheek.

"Did you like that?"

Even though you are sure he did, you want to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable with anything.

His voice is deep and husky when he answers: "No one has ever fucked me like that."

You smile: "No one has ever let me fuck them like that." He pulls you in for a kiss.

When he lays down on your chest, he answers you question: "Yes, I really liked that."

Before you can say anything else, there is a knock on your door.

"Who the fuck…" You get up and throw the blanket at Hotch.

Just wearing your robe, you open the door slightly. It's JJ.

"Oh, hey." You lean against the doorway, blocking her view into the room.

"Hi, are you okay? Your cheeks are red."

"I just showered." You explain. Which technically isn't a lie.

"Whats up?" You change the subject.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me and Emily making up. It means a lot to both of us."

"Oh." You are suddenly very aware of Hotch hearing every word.

You touch her shoulder: "It's okay, JJ, really. I'm simply happy, you two…could resolve your issue."

"Alright, good night." She smiles at you.

You nod and shut the door. Leaning against it you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Opening one eye you see Hotch grinning at you: "Issue?"

You get back into bed next to him, raising two fingers and move them before his face: "There is no issue. You know nothing about any issues of JJ and Emily."

Hotch leans back and laughs at you: "Did you just Jedi me?"

You shrug your shoulders: "I tried."

"Okay, but seriously, you cannot say anything."

He holds up his hand: "I think we are just as screwed as they are when someone finds out, so I have no interest in saying anything."

"Good." You kiss him.

When Aaron collects his clothes, he finds your spare key in his pants.

He holds it up: "Look what I found."

You smile: "Would you like to keep it?"

He looks surprised, mouth opening without a sound coming out.

"Only if you find it not too weird." You add.

Hotch chuckles and gets back on the bed with you: "I'd love to."