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"What sort of love is permeated by jealousy? You are jealous because you are unaware that everything you need is inside you." - Petar Dunov
"Soooo, you and Spencer. When's it going to happen?" Dave said as he made himself at home on the couch in Aaron's office. A glass of whiskey on the rocks tinkling as he took a sip.
"Wha-What?!" Aaron spluttered out as he dropped the file in his hand in shock.
"Oh don't play dumb with me." Dave smirked. "We both know you have the H-O-T-S for a certain Genius. So, as I said, when's it going to happen?"
"Don't be stupid, Dave. There is nothing going on between Spencer and I. Besides even if I did want something to happen, we have fraternization rules. I'm pretty sure you're the reason for them." Aaron retorted.
"Ahh. So you're not denying that you have feelings for him. And don't turn this back on me. This is about you and Spencer. I've been watching you two for a while and it's obvious he reciprocates."
"Dammit Dave." Aaron crossed his arms and looked out into the empty bullpen. "Ok! Yes! I have feelings for him. I'm in love with him and have been for a while. I... I just don't know what to do. I was with Haley for so long, and whilst I loved her, it's just not the same. There's just something different about Spencer."
"That would be called a penis, my friend." Dave said flatly.
Aaron rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I'm being serious here. If it's true that he loves me too, I don't want to hurt him or get him killed because of me. I care deeply for him. Besides I've only been with a man once in college, and I wouldn't even know how or when or if to start a relationship with him. And then there's Jack to consider. There's so many damn questions. I don't know what to do."
"First of all, you need to stop beating yourself up over Haley. Her death was Foyet's fault, NOT yours. Secondly, that Genius LOVES you, and it's clear you love him too. Screw the fraternization rules. Thirdly, your son loves you and he loves Spencer too. And lastly, grow a pair and ask him out. The Holiday season is approaching so what better time than to spend Christmas together."
"Well thanks for not bullshitting around, Dave." Aaron said sarcastically. "Just give me until Friday, providing we don't get a case, then I'll ask him out."
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The next day came and Aaron began to notice Spencer more. From his office through the half shut blinds, Aaron had full view of Spencer's desk. He began noticing things that he hadn't noticed before.
Aaron noticed the way Spencer's golden brown luciously wavy locks would fall in front of his face. How he would constantly tuck one side behind his ear. His honey colored expressive eyes. His long lean fingers wrapping themselves around his coffee mug. How he would smile and laugh along with something one of the others would say.
He smiled as he noticed the way Spencer's tie was always crooked and how no matter how many times he'd straighten it, it would end up crooked again. The way he walked, his long lean body, his tight pants showing off a perfect ass. The way he wore his gun on the front of his right hip, right near that delicious bulge in his...
"Ahhmm." Dave cleared his throat as Aaron jumped, blushing hard.
"Don't think I need anymore proof, hey?" Dave smirked.
"Haven't you got paperwork to finalize before our Holiday's, Dave?" Aaron said all flustered as he tried to put on his stoic facade.
"I should say the same thing about you." Dave tried to suppress a smile but failed. "You're lucky it's me who walked in and not Strauss or any of the others."
Dave put a bunch of files in Aaron's inbox for him to check and sign off.
"By the way, Aaron, I'd take care of that... uhh... problem, before anyone else notices."
Aaron gasped and looked down.
"Fuck! Out! Now, Dave!"
Dave laughed as he walked out of Aaron's office.
'Shit shit shit shit shit! What do I do? Oh God, trust Dave to notice! Dammit!'
Aaron thought about how he could slip out to the Men's Room to fix his 'problem' without being noticed. He looked at the pile of finished files in his outbox, and smiled.
He walked down the ramp into the bullpen holding a bunch of completed files in front of him. His eyes focused dead ahead on the glass doors of the BAU's department.
"Hotch? Sir?" Came a timid voice. "That's a lot of files you're carrying. Do you want a hand? I can help you if you like?"
Hotch froze, trying his hardest not to blush. "Ahh, no thanks Spencer... Reid! Sorry, I meant to say 'Reid'. I'll be fine. T-Thanks for offering. That's... umm... nice of you." Aaron gave him a shy smile. "I'd... uhh... better be on my way. I'll be back soon."
'Fucking hell, Aaron! You idiot! You're acting like a horny high-schooler. Pull yourself together. Thinking of pulling...'
Dave witnessed the debacle from the catwalk with a smirk on his face. He sipped his hot coffee and entered his own office.
Aaron exited the glass doors as quickly as he could, and found the nearest Men's Room. He locked both doors, put the files on the bench, and silently prayed that the single stall restroom was sound-proof.
He unzipped his pants, his member springing free from his boxers, closed his eyes and thought of making sweet sweet love to Spencer. He bit his lip in an attempt to muffle his cry. Panting heavily, he cleaned himself up, flushed the toilet, washed his hands then splashed water on his face.
Problem solved.