FIC POST: Restless and Breathless, Hotch/Rossi

[mcgarrygirl78]

I wanna know where the hell my Sunday went.  Ah well, at least I know what I was doing through most of it, brooding and writing.  Always a winning combination *thumbs up*

Title: Restless and Breathless

Author: Montiese

Category: Angst/Drama/PWP

Pairing: Hotch/Rossi

Rating: MATURE

Summary: “I love you madly but you are horrific at dirty talk.”

Author’s Note: I did it…fuck yeah! This is for severity_softly , for being a good friend, a hell of a writer, and an icon maker extraordinaire. She is one of few people who can pull me out my safety box and I never regret the good time, hangover be damned.

 

 

The loud clap of thunder followed by the flurry of lightning woke Hotch from what only can be described as a fitful sleep. He turned to the window, watching the rain streak down. Looking up at the ceiling, Hotch put his hand over his chest and felt his heart beating too quickly. He was not alone tonight. Some part of him felt he would look over and see Haley but she wasn’t there, she hadn’t been there in some time. 

 

When he finally glanced to his right the sleeping form of David Rossi made him smile. He was snoring, as usual, though Dave would never admit to that sort of thing. He didn’t sound like a steam engine, like Hotch’s freshman year roommate, it was more of a loud breathing. That breathing had become a comfort to Hotch these past few months. When Dave first came back to the BAU, for reasons he wanted to keep to himself, Hotch wondered how long it would take for things to happen. 

 

He was at a vulnerable place in his life and apparently his old friend was too. At first, Hotch avoided him like the plague but Dave had his number. He always had. And here they were. Some days it was like a bad Celine Dion song, others it was perfect. There was no such thing as perfect, Hotch learned that the hard way more times than he cared to recall. So maybe it wasn’t that, maybe it just kept him alive and sane and that was all he could ask of it.

 

Hotch turned on his side, looking at Dave. He reached out his hand but didn’t touch him. It would be a shame to wake him up. Just because Hotch couldn’t sleep didn’t mean that needed to be inflicted on those around him. His sleeplessness was something else Dave called him on. Unlike everything else, he wasn’t ready to open up to what kept him awake at night.

 

“You're beautiful when you sleep.” Hotch whispered.

 

“You're beautiful all the time.” Dave murmured.

 

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

 

“You were moving around.”

 

“I wasn’t.”

 

“You wanna argue in the middle of the night, Aaron?” Rossi opened his eyes.

 

“I don’t want to talk at all, actually.”

 

“That can be arranged.” Dave pulled him close, pressing his mouth against Hotch’s before the younger man could say that wasn’t what he meant at all.

 

It was hard to argue when Dave kissed him. He was a passionate man and he never hid that away. He was a hot-blooded Italian who made the normally reserved Aaron Hotchner weak in the knees when they touched. Dave moaned, running his fingers through Hotch’s hair.

 

“What keeps you awake at night?” he whispered when their lips finally came apart.

 

“Thunder.”

 

“Not tonight, Aaron, I mean all the time. Talk to me.”

 

“I said I didn’t want to talk remember? There are better ways to keep my mouth full.”

 

“I love you madly but you are horrific at dirty talk.”

 

Rossi laughed but it turned into a gasp as Hotch made his way under the covers. Anyone who knew Dave intimately knew he was a cock man. He loved having it stroked, petted, and sucked. He loved having it fucked. He was willing to let it be a distraction from something he wanted to get to the bottom of, at least for the time being. It was Saturday morning at about 3:30 after all; how much resistance could he be expected to give? Aaron was one of the best; turning him down was rarely an option.

 

Dave’s hand found the back of Hotch’s head as he moaned. He liked to talk him through it, the dirtier the better. Dirty talk turned Hotch on…he knew that meant he was doing a good job. Always the overachiever, he wanted Dave to get as nasty as he could. That suited Dave just fine. And when his cock went deep into Aaron’s throat and his voice went up an octave as he called Aaron his sweet thing, Hotch knew he was victorious. He swallowed every drop, had from the very first time, and then kissed Dave breathless.

 

“Damn,” Dave pulled down Aaron’s pajama pants. “It’s too late for this.”

 

“For what?” Hotch asked, kissing him again as his back hit the mattress. “We don’t have to get up in the morning.”

 

“I think that might be the first time I ever heard you say that.”

 

“I can still surprise you.”

 

“I like you just fine, no surprises required. In fact I like that I know everything that is getting ready to happen.”

 

Hotch shivered as Dave teased his ass. He was already hard, ready to go; there was no need for the opening act. Getting Dave off always drove him to the brink. Dave fucking him took him right over the edge.

 

“Then why don’t you get to it.” Hotch grabbed the lube from the nightstand. “I don’t want to wait.”

 

“Patience, young one,” Dave leaned to kiss his nose. “Has never been your strong suit.”

 

There would be other nights when Dave could get down to the bottom of what troubled Hotch. There were so many layers to work through and the years apart saw walls built as well. He still held back on Dave, though never when they were intimate, and certainly never in bed. Just when the veteran Agent thought everything had been revealed, a secret wall came into his line of vision. Hotch was so alluring, so sensual, so damn addictive; there were things Dave was willing to wait to see and hear. In the meantime, he would satisfy his other three senses until they went into overload.

 

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