A Better Plan, Hotch/Rossi, NC-17 Title: A Better Plan Authors:innerslytherin and severity_softly Pairing: Hotch/Rossi Rating: NC-17/FRAO Word count: ~2,300 Summary: Rossi wasn't very happy with using his lover to bait a serial killer. Notes: Coda to Brothers in Arms. Self betaed, so feel free to point out any errors. Also, this is such a flimsy excuse to write PWP porn, we were tempted to title this, "We Likes Writing Porn; Let Us Show You It!"
"You know, I'm not a fan of painting targets on people's backs," Dave said. His voice was mild, but Aaron knew him too well not to detect the burn of anger underneath. Aaron sighed. He was tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep, but he could tell by the way Dave had been waiting, arms folded, outside the police station, that he wasn't going to get to do that any time soon.
"I noticed you were rather slow to lower your weapon," he remarked.
"Oh, you noticed that?" Dave's tone was conversational, but his gaze on Aaron was sharp. "His plan could have worked," he added abruptly, and started walking away, towards their SUV. He knew Aaron would follow, and Aaron almost didn't follow, just to spite him.
But in the end, Dave usually tended to win, and Aaron followed grudgingly.
"My plan was better."
Dave responded well when Aaron was cocky, not that it happened often.
Dave didn't answer, except to make a grumbling noise. He got in the driver's side and Aaron wavered for a moment, trying to decide whether to walk away entirely.
Eventually he got in the car, and Dave started in again as soon as the door was close. "That makes me feel a lot better about you nearly getting yourself shot," he grumbled.
"Dave, you're the one who predicted that he would come to the station," Aaron pointed out. "Correctly, I might add. And you could have voiced these concerns earlier."
"They aren't concerns, Aaron! I'm fucking pissed at you." Dave's glare was angrier than Aaron had seen in a long time. It sort of made Aaron want to drag Dave into the back seat of the SUV.
"It's the job, Dave. I can't win, can I? I question myself, you get angry at me. I make a decision, you get mad at me."
"Any other member of this team could have held that press conference," Dave countered.
"I'm the SAC--"
"Which is another reason it shouldn't have been you," Dave growled. "The team fucking needs you."
"Somehow, I don't think this has anything to do with your concern for the team, Dave," Aaron said, raising his voice. "So don't use them to make your point."
It was always surprising when Aaron actually managed to silence Dave. It was actually sort of eerie. Nonetheless, Dave just stared at Aaron, his gaze narrowed and furious, then he turned the SUV on and pulled out of the parking lot faster than there was any need for.
"Maybe I fucking need you," he muttered finally, a good three blocks down the road.
Aaron sighed and sat back in his seat, watching the city landscape as it passed by. He was tempted to reach over and take Dave's hand, but he was pretty sure that Dave would just jerk his hand away.
"I have faith in this team," he said finally, his voice quiet.
"We aren't superheroes," Dave grumbled. "We're only human, and we're fallible, and there was always a chance that we could have been too slow. It's happened before."
Aaron rubbed a hand over his face, having no idea what to say. He wasn't going to win, even if he was right. "What do you want, Dave?"
"To yell at you until you realize I'm right," Dave growled. Aaron had to fight back a grin, because that answer meant Dave was starting to realize that he was being slightly irrational. Not that Dave would ever admit it, but Aaron didn't need that.
"Mmm," Aaron replied instead, turning to look out the passenger side window because the grin was winning. "I love you too."
"You're damn lucky I put up with you." Dave's hand slid over Aaron's, curling their fingers tightly together.
Aaron looked back then, still smiling. "I could say the same." He slid his thumb over the back of Dave's hand. "I can make it up to you at the hotel."
The look Dave shot him was heated, and it sent a thrill through Aaron, because it said he was definitely going to make it up to Dave at the hotel. Dave accelerated and stopped grumbling at him.
When they got to the hotel, Dave was out of the SUV without a word, though he made a point to slam the door behind him. Aaron followed, and was at least pleased that Dave held the elevator for him.
Once they were on their floor, they went straight to Dave's room--there was no one in the halls to see them--where Dave promptly pushed Aaron against the wall and kissed him hard, dragging a moan from Aaron immediately. In the end, this was a win-win. He needed a good affirmation that he was alive, and he had a feeling Dave was about to give that to him.
"Do you know how hard it was to lower my gun?" Dave muttered, his lips against Aaron's temple. "I wanted to put a bullet in his brain for daring to target you." His hands were already working at Aaron's belt, leaving it threaded through the belt loops as he undid Aaron's pants.
"Nngh," Aaron replied, though his brows drew together. He was used to it, but he still didn't necessarily like it when Dave talked that way. "Daring? We baited him," Aaron said, breathless. He was getting hard regardless of Dave's words, though. He pushed Dave's coat off and slid his hands into Dave's hair.
"Stupid fucker would have targeted you anyway, if he'd known you were here," Dave growled. "Don't try to be logical when I'm pissed." He thrashed his arms enough to let his jacket fall to the floor, then pushed their hips together. "You're mine and he threatened you." He nipped at Aaron's jaw, one hand working at the buttons of Aaron's shirt.
Aaron's tie went next, dangling from Aaron's collar so that Dave could run his hand up Aaron's chest. He didn't push Aaron's coat or shirt off, though; he just grabbed the edges of Aaron's shirt and started to pull him toward the bed. Aaron stepped out of his pants on the way there. They stopped only long enough for Dave to fish the lube out of his ready bag.
"Am yours," Aaron agreed, working the first few buttons of Dave's shirt open to pull it off, as he was starting to feel much more naked than his lover.
"Mine to protect," Dave mumbled, "and I wanted to kick Morgan for getting in my way, too." His tone had a petulant cast to it, but he obviously realized it, because he snorted and kissed Aaron hard and thoroughly to keep him from replying. "Need you," he mumbled when their lips parted.
"Believe it or not, I can protect myself," Aaron murmured, breathless, winded by Dave's kiss.
"Know that," Dave muttered between kisses. "Still my job to do that, too." He moved to let Aaron get his pants open and helped push them off. "God, I want you. So fucking gorgeous."
"Want you," Aaron replied. "Need to be reminded I'm alive." Dave pushed Aaron to the bed, still in his suit jacket and shirt, both open, with his tie dangling from his collar. He was still in his shoes, too, but Dave seemed more interested in fucking him than fully undressing him, as he climbed on top of Aaron and kissed him, slipping between Aaron's knees.
"Yes," Dave breathed, his breath catching. "God, Aaron. Hate it when you're in danger. Love that you're so brave." He pressed his hips to Aaron's, letting their arousals rub together. "Love you."
Aaron had to fight a breathy laugh that Dave liked him brave but not in danger. Thankfully, Dave's movement against him had Aaron arching against the bed, whimpering quietly. "Yes," he breathed, hooking a leg around Dave's, his shoe brushing Dave's calf.
Dave didn't spend a lot of time on teasing or preparation. He kissed Aaron hungrily, then his hand was between them, working for a moment. His fingers slid down to circle Aaron's entrance. "Need you," he murmured, and then the tip of his cock was nudging there instead.
Aaron sucked in a breath, and then bore down as Dave pressed inside, already slick. Aaron arched against the bed as Dave filled him, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain, but good anyway. "God!" he gasped, his fingers curling against Dave's back. "Fuck... Dave," he breathed, holding Dave still, his breath tight and labored.
Dave groaned and buried his face in Aaron's neck, his breath shuddering against Aaron's skin. "Aaron, Aaron," he whispered.
"Mnnh," Aaron breathed, his grip loosening as the tension from being entered so abruptly started to fade, his breath evening a little. He turned his head to press his cheek to Dave's hair. He stroked a hand up into it a moment later, panting his lover's name.
Dave shifted, just rocking against him. "You scare me," he whispered. "And it pisses me off...because I hate...being scared." As the movements turned into little thrusts, his breath started coming faster, the words more sporadic. "Lover's...a hero...fucking hot...fucking...terrifying." He slid his hands down to brace Aaron's hips and began thrusting, still gasping out complaints.
Aaron was having a hard time hearing them, considering that as soon as his body had settled, Dave was pushing inside him again. Dave's words were overwhelming too, and Aaron slid his leg up over Dave's hip, whimpering as Dave's hips worked against him. He turned his head to capture Dave's lips in a soft kiss. "Shh," he managed, his breath shaking with each of Dave's thrusts. "Here now."
"Always," Dave growled at him, and kissed him much more demandingly.
Aaron's lips curled up. "I'll try," he murmured, then bit along Dave's jaw.
Dave let out a groan, his hips jerking. He exhaled in Aaron's ear and began to thrust in earnest, his movements almost harsh, except that Aaron knew this was the only way Dave could think of to deal with his fear. "God, need you!" Dave gasped.
Aaron lifted his hands to frame Dave's face and brought him down for a kiss, then another, giving it as much attention as he could, given that each of Dave's thrusts were pushing little moans and whimpers out of him. His toes curled in his shoes, pleasure coursing through him with each brush against his prostate, but he slid his fingers into Dave's hair and kept kissing him.
Dave's movements didn't lose any urgency, but they did change somehow. It was amazing sometimes, how Dave could be so demanding and obstinate, and yet still give up control to Aaron in ways like this. One of Dave's hands curled around Aaron's cock, stroking with the twist of wrist and thumb flicks that Aaron liked so well, and that was when Aaron knew this had become less about soothing Dave's fear and more about pleasing Aaron.
"Dave," he gasped, dropping his head back, unable to concentrate on kissing Dave as intently as he had been. Dave trailed his lips over Aaron's chin and throat.
"Gorgeous, Aaron," Dave murmured against his skin. "Sexy, brave, wonderful." His hand grew more demanding on Aaron's cock, his soft kisses turning to nibbles and nips along Aaron's neck and jaw.
"Mmm, biased," Aaron managed, his breath hitching as Dave squeezed, pulled gently, and then ran his thumb over Aaron's head. "God!" he gasped, his fingers going tight in Dave's hair as his body raced toward release.
Dave just hummed and thrust deeper, biting at the corner of Aaron's jaw. A few moments later Aaron was coming, Dave's pace unrelenting, driving little bursts of pleasure through his orgasm.
When the last of his release shuddered through him, Aaron relaxed back, gasping. "Dave," he murmured, the slide of Dave inside him delicious, his nerves heightened even as his body had relaxed enough to be completely open to Dave. He slid his hands up Dave's back and pulled him down for another lingering kiss as Dave drove into him.
Dave groaned into the kiss, his thrusts becoming short jabs as his muscles trembled under Aaron's hands. And then Aaron felt the hot flood of Dave's release, just as Dave's lips broke from his and Dave gasped his name. Dave went still over him, then finally slumped down, gently, over Aaron's body. "Aaron," he breathed again.
"Mmm," Aaron hummed, stroking his hands down Dave's back and turning to kiss Dave's ear. "Thank you," he whispered.
Dave grunted a laugh. "For yelling at you and fucking you into the bed?" he muttered, but he lifted his head to kiss Aaron slowly, and Aaron knew he understood.
He gave Dave a lazy smile when the kiss broke. "Have I ever told you how much I love your eloquence, too?"
Dave laughed again and traced a thumb down Aaron's cheek. He didn't answer, but slid out of Aaron, shifting to pull him into his arms. "I love that you are who you are," he said after a long silence. "Even when I yell at you for it."
Aaron felt warmed by those words. He knew how Dave felt, that if he were a different person they wouldn't be here like this now. Aaron was fairly certain Dave would rather Aaron make decisions like he did today than question himself, too, even if it meant putting himself in danger. "I know," he whispered, and curled up against Dave. "I hope you feel better, because I'd hate to have to do this again," he added, his lips curling against Dave's skin.
Dave hummed and wrapped his arms more tightly around Aaron. "I don't know, this topic might require further 'discussion' at a later date." His voice sounded utterly contented.
Aaron smiled and kissed Dave's throat. "Only if you think it's necessary."