/ So it's chapter thirteen and the final chapter. I'm sad it's come to an end, but I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you lot have enjoyed reading it, too. Hotch/Rossi smut again, but I hope you enjoy. Reviews and comments are appreciated :)/

Hotch yawned as he forced his eyes to open. He took him a few moments to remember what had happened the previous night and when he did remember, he smiled. He rubbed his eyes and checked his watch for the time; eight AM. He glanced to his boyfriend who was still asleep. He pressed a gentle kiss to his chest through his t-shirt, before laying his head back onto him and shut his eyes again. It was the first morning in a long time that he hadn't woken up and craved the drug that had made his life hell. It was somewhere in the back of his mind, he was sure, but for now, he didn't care.

He was pulled from his train of thought as he felt his lover's hand brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Morning," Hotch mumbled, pressing another kiss to the man's chest. Rossi smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Morning to you, too," he said softly, placing his hand on Hotch's back as he closed his eyes again. Usually they would be worried about getting up because of Jack, but not that morning. Jack had stopped with Jessica for the night because they were going to the zoo that day. Hotch and Rossi were supposed to go with them considering they both had the day off, but Jack had demanded they stay at home and have some quality time. In Jack's words, it was because,

"Daddy and Uncle Dave need to haved sometime aloned because they loves each other." He had tagged something on the end that had gone along the lines of, "But donted worry, because I'll bringed back some toys do you donted feel lefted out." That had made both men smile and who were they to argue with a very in charge five year old?

"What do you want to do today, considering we have it to ourselves?" Rossi asked, brushing the man's hair out of his eyes again. He didn't get an answer in return. Instead, Hotch just shrugged and started to draw some more shapes on his chest. To Rossi, it was obvious Hotch wanted to ask something. He didn't know that he was holding back because he didn't know exactly how to ask.

Rossi raised his eyebrow and began to draw his own shapes on Hotch's lower back, hoping it put him at ease.

"You know, you can ask me anything and I'll more than likely do it. Barring it's not, 'Dave, can you get me some Heroin' or something similar," he said, earning a nod of the head from Hotch.

"I want to, but I'm nervous," he admitted. Rossi watched him carefully.

"Just take your time," he said as a silence presented itself while Hotch tried to think of a way to ask his question. After a few minutes, Hotch took a deep breath and said,

"I want to make love with you." Rossi smiled and used his hand to tilt the man's chin up, placing a kiss on his lips. Hotch smiled against his lips and sat up, returning the kiss and added more passion behind it. He moved so he was on his knees with his hands resting on Rossi's chest.

Hotch pressed his forehead against Rossi's, his breathing deeper than it usually was; he kissed the man and ran his hands through his hair, pulling away from the kiss. His forehead remained against his as he closed his eyes.

"Can I touch you?" He asked eventually as he opened his eyes. Rossi nodded and together, they removed his t-shirt which ended up on the floor a few seconds later. Once that was done, Hotch just sat there, looking at him. He was apprehensive and nervous; he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Rossi smiled as he watched him and took his hand, placing it on bare chest; the first time Hotch had ever touched him like that.

"Just do whatever you feel comfortable with. Draw off what I did last night or whatever you used to do. Hell, even use the porn you've watched at some point in your life if you have to," he told him, earning a slightly embarrassed smirked from the agent. He doesn't say anything though and he just nodded his head while he took yet another deep breath.

Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to his neck; his left hand reaching up and resting on his neck too. He trembled slightly, but only until he got used to the idea of touching another man. He trailed kisses down his neck and chest until he reached the older man's nipples. He bit his lip and looked up Rossi, almost asking permission. He nodded and offered a supportive smile.

Hotch lowered his head and ran his tongue over Rossi's nipple, causing Rossi to mewl in the most manly way possible. Hotch grinned, only spurred on by Rossi's reactions. It made him happy, knowing that he was pleasing someone. His hand played with the other nipple; twisting and tweaking it gently, while his tongue continued to swirl over the other nub, occasionally nipping at it.

A smirk crowned Hotch's lips when he felt Rossi's erection press against his stomach on one of the man's jerks. He pulled away from the man's chest and settled himself between his legs. He ran his hands down the man's chest and over his stomach, stopping where his boxers started.

Once he had worked up the courage, he hooked his fingers under them and slowly slipped them off. Rossi just let him, a smile on his lips. Hotch bit his lip and took the time to take in the body of his boyfriend; the first time he had ever seen him naked. Even when they roomed together on cases, he had never seen Dave naked. He's relatively surprised when he noticed that he was shaved and looked to him. Rossi just shrugged.

"It's what I like," he said, feeling the need to justify himself. Hotch chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward and placing his finger against his lips.

"I like it," he whispered, removing his finger and kissing him passionately, deeply, putting all of his feelings for the man behind it.

After he examined him for a moment, he reached his hand out shakily and took Rossi's cock in his hand. It felt different than when he touched his own. He pulled at the gums of his lips because of nerves, before he gave a firm, yet slow stroke, just to see if he could do it. Hotch smiled, seeing Rossi closed his eyes and scrunch the bed sheets in his fists. He took this as a sign to continue and more confidently now, stroked him again, eventually picking up a rhythm.

Rossi bucked his hips in time with Hotch's strokes, occasionally gasping the younger man's name. It only fuelled Hotch on more. Without warning, he stopped and Rossi moaned and forced his eyes open, panting. He looked at him, but didn't say anything; he couldn't get the words out even if he had wanted to. Hotch just stared at his friend's cock. It took him awhile, but he slowly lowered his end and his tongue flicked across Rossi's tip. He jerked his hips as though he had just been shocked and Hotch smirked.

Hotch ran his tongue around his mouth, contemplating what his boyfriend tasted like.

"It tastes salty," he said eventually, tilting his head like a curious child would. Rossi chuckled and nodded his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got caught in his throat as Hotch took him into his mouth. He isn't skilled at it at all and grazes his teeth over Rossi's man occasionally, but Rossi didn't say anything because he had been the same when he gave his first blow job.

Rossi curled his fingers in Aaron's hair, moaning the man's name as he continued to suck him as carefully as he could. He buried his head into the pillow.

"So close, Aaron," he said taking several deep breaths, feeling the familiar tingling that began to build within his stomach. Hotch pulled away suddenly, not ready to take a mouthful of the man's sperm. Rossi opened his eyes to look at him, sitting up and stroking Aaron's cheek for a moment.

"Top or bottom?" He asked. Hotch had to think about his answer, but he eventually answered with,

"Bottom." That took Rossi by surprise, but he nodded and leaned forward, kissing his already swollen lips, his neck, his jaw line, his collarbone. He moved from his position and rummaged through his bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube out.

"Lie down," he said softly, shifting himself as Hotch did as he was told. Rossi spread Hotch's legs for him, pressing a kiss to his stomach. "Relax, it'll help a lot," he explained, shoving a pillow under Hotch's lower back. Hotch is visibly tense and nervous, which only made Rossi even more curious as to why he chose to be bottom. He didn't ask now though, it wasn't the time.

He squirted a generous amount of lube onto Hotch's ass and squirted some onto his finger too, before chucking the bottle next to them on the bed. He would definitely be needing it soon. Aware this was Hotch's first – well, it was in his eyes – he needed to be careful and this meant taking his time, even if all he wanted to do was to make love to the man in front of him.

"Just relax," he whispered again, using his fingers to rub the lube into Hotch's ass. Rossi rubbed his finger in a continuous circle, eventually putting pressure on. He watched as his finger slipped into the man; Hotch gripped the covers tightly, letting out the breath that he had been holding.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to continue," he said, his hand caressing his inner thigh as he waited for him to relax. After a minute or so, Hotch nodded his head. Rossi smiled and slowly began to pull his finger out before pushing it back. This continued until Hotch began to roll his hips in time with him. Rossi took this as a sign to add a second.

A whimper escaped Hotch's lips as he jerked, the pain flaring through his body. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but it was an unfamiliar feeling. Again, Rossi paused, waiting for Hotch who eventually gave a nod of the head. As Rossi began to move his fingers, Hotch clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The pain soon subsided and he moaned Rossi's name, hissing slightly as the older man scissored his fingers occasionally.

"Ready for me to add a third finger?" He asked him as he ran a hand over his chest, trying to relax him further. Hotch closed his eyes and nodded, wrapping his hands tightly around Rossi's arm. Rossi watched him carefully before he pushed a third finger in; Hotch writhed under the man's fingers, pain shooting through him again. It wasn't a bad pain though, it was a good one.

Rossi waited a few minutes until he felt him relax around his fingers. He didn't wait for Hotch to nod as he began to move his fingers again. Hotch never let go of the man's arm, his head burying itself into the pillow.

"D-Dave, I want you," he whispered as he forced himself to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "I want to feel you in me," he said, offering a shaky smile. Rossi nodded and removed his fingers, causing a whimper of loss from Hotch. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"It will hurt. Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much," he said, kissing him again as he grabbed the lube. Rossi squirted a generous amount of it onto his hand, using it to coat his shaft. Hotch was nervous, even more so than he had been before, but this was Dave; he loved him and he knew he wouldn't hurt him intentionally. Rossi positioned himself against Aaron's ass, before he looked him in the eyes.

"Are you ready?" He asked, earning a nod from Hotch; he was afraid words would fail him if he tried to speak. Rossi smiled and slowly began to push in. He stopped just after the head was in, seeing that Hotch was holding his breath. "Aaron, relax and breathe," he said, placing his hand on the man's chest.

Hotch did as he told, although it came out as more of a gasp. He took Rossi's hand from his chest and held it tightly.

"Continue," he managed to say as he forced himself to breathe deeply. Rossi nodded his head and continued to push in; Hotch's grip on his hand tightened as he did so and he knew how much it hurt. The older man grunted once he was all the way in, Hotch's muscles clenching him. He noticed that his eyes were closed.

"Aaron, look at me," he said breathlessly. Hotch did as he was told, a shaky smile on his lips. "Do you want me to continue? We can stop if you want to." Hotch nodded his head.

"Don't you dare think about stopping," he whispered, although he was still getting used to the fullness in his ass. Rossi smirked and shifted himself so he was leaning towards Hotch. He pressed a kiss to his chest and then to his lips as he pulled most of the way out, before he slowly pushed back in.

Hotch loosened up eventually and the pair of them managed to get a rhythm going. Hotch eventually rolled his hips in time with Rossi's thrusts.

"Dave," he moaned, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He closed his eyes tightly.

"Shh, Aaron. No talking," he muttered, his hands gripping the man's hips as they made love for the first time. Hotch's eyes shot open and he cried his name as Rossi brushed against his prostate. He wanted to tell him to do it again, but the words got lost and came out as a gasp.

Rossi moved one hand from Aaron's hip to his cock, wrapping his hand around Aaron's and began to stroke it with him. He continued to thrust into him, seeing Hotch smile, despite the fact it was quivering.

"S-so close," he gasped, pushing his hips down against Rossi. The older man leaned forward and his lips hovered above Aaron's.

"Let go, Aaron and stop thinking." He didn't get an answer or even a nod. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling Hotch's muscles clench him. Hotch's body stiffened moments before he cried his name again, shooting his semen all over their hands and his chest. Rossi only managed to get a few more thrusts in himself, before he filled Aaron's ass with his own cum.

Both of them panted, coming down from their highs. Being as careful as he possibly could, Rossi pulled himself out of Aaron, before he dropped next to him, his hand on his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

"How are you feeling?" He managed to get out, turning his head to look at him. Hotch nodded, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Perfect," he mumbled as he closed his eyes, reimagining the scene in his head. Rossi bit his lip and took the man's hand in his, watching him carefully.

"Why did you choose to be bottom?" Rossi asked, still curious. Hotch just shrugged, stroking the man's hand with his thumb.

"I wanted to know that it didn't have to hurt in a bad way," he said. Rossi smiled and leaned over, kissing him passionately.

"We should get a shower," he whispered as Hotch chuckled.

"I love you too, Dave," he said, shaking his head and turning on his side; kissing him back before pressing his forehead to his. Their morning had only just begun.