[Criminal Minds] years before love

When Rossi came home, the young detective who had been living with him recently was sitting on the sofa with a book in his arms. He turned around and saw his suit hanging by the side. Rossi walked over to pick up the cup in front of him and took a sip. Jiu, "I didn't see you at the bureau today, I heard that Jason asked you to go to court for him?"

"Gideon obviously doesn't like going to court." The young man put the book down and nodded.

Rossi bent down and kissed his lips, "How does it feel?"

"What?" The young man was stunned for a moment. "Dave, I may have gone to court more times than you and Gideon combined. How do you feel? It's just that as a witness, I have to try my best not to do the work of the prosecutor."

"Don't let Jason notice this, or he'll make you do all the court testimony in the future." Rossi smiled and kissed him again. "I'd be so jealous, Aaron."

"The courtroom is always your acting moment, Dave, you don't need someone else to do it for you." Aaron Hotchner also smiled, putting his arms around his shoulders, "But how did Gideon mess with you today?"

"Don't gossip about your boss casually." Rossi patted his head half-truthfully, "I will suspect that you have bad intentions."

"I'm sure any newcomer here other than me would have no doubts that you two hate each other." Hotch curled his lips, "And I don't want to ask you to gossip at all."

"Jason wishes I didn't make, uh, put it mildly that would probably get you out of here." Rossi stared at him, leaning so close that his lips were almost on his lips.

Hotch went straight to meet him, and after almost a minute, the two of them were panting and separated, he closed his eyes and stroked Rossi's face, "Dave, you know you have the worst handle in my life, if you want me to leave, of course I just can leave."

"Aaron, technically, you too." Rossi whispered, taking his hand.

"Oh, it'd be an insult if I said that." Hotch shook his head nonchalantly. "Nothing here will let you go unless you want to - and neither can Gideon."

Rossi frowned while unbuttoning his shirt, "Don't mention that. I don't think I showed any special interest in you in the bureau, why did it go to Jason? And it's not in the same group, I haven't even spoken to you publicly."

"...I don't believe Gideon has any evidence. It's probably just that someone really doesn't like me, and your gossip has been circulating in the bureau very strangely, so I just made up an excuse. If it's the person I guessed, it probably doesn't matter at all. I didn't expect that Gideon would actually ask you for proof - he just wanted to drive me away." Hotch also reached out to pick off the other's clothes, "As for why Gideon would tend to believe it, I think it's because he really knows you well , so you don’t have to admit it at all.”

"Do you really think that Jason and I can't communicate at all?" Rossi was a little confused. "It's really out of standard for a group of future profilers to have such a view."

"The fact is that you hardly talk, and you never cooperate much." Hotch raised his eyebrows, "But this has nothing to do with profiling, it's just a first impression."

"Aaron, you can relax a bit. At least at work, Gideon is much easier to get along with than me...how did you offend your colleague?" Rossi rubbed his waist.

"Hmm... Maybe he's jealous of my youth? Anyway, there are always such people everywhere, it's just that this one is very stupid."

"actually--"

"I don't want to know why you guys broke up at all." Hotch stopped him. "It's probably your problem anyway. For example, although I haven't researched Gideon's possible sexual habits, I still think he probably won't like to cooperate with some of yours." Hobby."

Rossi glared at him with some annoyance, then suddenly pushed him down on the sofa, pressed his whole body on top of him and roughly rubbed lubricant on his ass, before inserting his fingers before he was ready.

Hotch let out a low groan, panting, and raised his knees to make it easier for him to move, "You probably won't have anyone around you who can match your preferences better than me, Dave."

"I know." Rossi stopped and looked at him seriously, "That's why I still can't bear to let you go even though I know we'd better pretend we never knew each other and don't have any intersection."

Hotch blinked. "I'm honored."