Walking Home

I was summoned

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Wrong

I'm standing by the strawberry fields, watching over campers as they pick strawberries. I've been picked to watch over them and to keep track of how mange they are picked and to pack them to be sold. We just started, so I'm waiting for now. But when the baskets start come, the camper should have counted them, but if they're not sure, then I have to recount them. Which means I have to count every basket. And that also means I'm in charge of everybody. Which, kinda sucks, but it's alright. The first one gets here, and I sit down and start to count. Fifty strawberries pr. packet. And a is basket is around two hundred give or take. This one two hundred specifically. So I pack them into four boxes. This goes on for a while, I slowly get behind by one basket. I'm getting a little confused, I haven't seen Jason yet. He never just drops it and walks off. We've been at it for a while, and I'm getting a bit worried. He never takes this long. Soon enough he goes get here but he's unusually quiet. "Hey" I mumble not brothering to look op because I can't afford to slowly down right now. "Hey..." He mumbles back and he gently tumbles the strawberries out into the big box that holds the strawberries while I sort through them. Somethings wrong. He tries to leave, but I reach op and grab his hand. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I'm fine" He sigh. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, just tired" He shakes my hand off and I let him. He walks off and I return to the strawberries that are piled high. The way the camp does this, is that one person watches over the rest of the campers while they pick the strawberries, and when all the strawberries are picked, the rest of the campers help pack the rest of the strawberries. Every three campers have a section to pick, and when they finish it, they help out with the packing. It's the way it's always been done. I go about packing more boxes and setting them in the tuck.

I hum along to the sweet summer tune that is being played from somewhere. I slowly get more and more behind, but it doesn't matter, they'll get packed eventually. A lot more people come by. But Jason's late again. I look over the fields, I hear laughter from Jason's section. Guess he's just having a lot of fun. That's good, he's been having trouble making friends here. It's nice to see him getting along with others. I think he might be the one joking around, because I don't hear him laughing. I guess I won't comment on it, he needs friends. More strawberries keep coming and I pick op the pace. Then Jason finally comes by again. And the second I see him, angry rushes through me. What the actual fuck. "What? what's wrong?" I grab his hand the second he's dropped the strawberries. "Nothing" He sniffles. Tears are running down his face, his are eyes red, and he keeps sniffling. "Jason, tell me what happened, now" I demand, squeezing his hand. He sighs and wipes his eyes. "The guys I'm with, keep making fun of me" he mumbles. Oh fuck no. That ain't happing while I'm here. "What on earth for?" I ask, rising from my chair. I step closer to him, but not touching anywhere else. "Being bi, being with you, just, being there" He sniffles, wiping away more tears. "Who?" "Nico please don't-" "Who?" I repeat. He sighs "Parker and Liam" those fucking assholes. I'm might kill em. I wanna kill em. "Why don't you, go over, and join Will's group he's in group 5, and I'll deal with them. Alright?" I say. Jason nods and shallows. I lean op and place a light kiss on his cheek. I send him over to Will, making sure that's he's out of ear shot. "Parker! Liam! Come here right now!" I yell, I almost go red in the face. I'm fucking fuming, I stand and wait for them to get op here. Watching as the pile strawberries slowly grows. They are in for quiet the earful with me. Since I'm in charge here, I decide what happens to them.

As they finally get op here to me. They're both looking rather sheepish. Almost scared. So, I lure them in with a smile, something they know, I don't really do. "What's so funny?" I ask, luring them in with a seemingly normal question. "Oh nothing, are we being too slow?" I think it's Parker who asks. Yeah, it's Parker, he's taller. "That too. Nothing? doesn't quite make sense" I say, slowly letting them see what I'm getting at. I watch on in amusement as fear flashes across their faces. They know why they're here. "So it's nothing to pick on my boyfriend?" I muse. A few people here pick on me too, but they stop the second I start talking. And for some reason, these two seem to think, they can pick on Jason, and I won't say anything about. Wrong bubby, fucking wrong. You mess with him, I mess with you. "We were kidding around" Liam chuckles nervously. I focus on him, staring directly into his eyes. "Do I look I'm kidding around?" I ask. They both fall quiet. "DO I?" I demand. "No" Parker says, holding back a chuckle. I take a deep breath, they want a reaction, fine I'll give them a reaction. "Oh, am I being funny now?" I ask, coldly. "Shut your goddamn mouth" Liam bursts out. They both start laughing at me. Wrong reaction. "Well, look like you're having too much fun. Sit down. Parker left side by the tuck, Liam right side by the box" I point to the chairs. They both fall quiet again, staring at me in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Parker asks, the blood draining from his face. "I will drag you to that chair, that's how serious I am. Sit your dumb asses down right now" The quietly take their respective seats. I set a pile of boxes by each of them. "Since you can't be nice, you'll sit here, in silence, and pack the strawberries" I say, picking op the crat and setting in the middle of the table. "I won't be helping, so get to work" They sit and stare at me for a second. "Now!" I snout, crossing my arms.

They rush to it. I stand there, watching. As they pack, I count them, I'm not going easy. Parker's about to wrap it op a packet when I reach over and stop him. "You got it wrong, recount them" I say, and smack the packet on the side and the strawberries roll across the table. Parker stares op at me again, anger and fear both clear in his eyes. "I said, recount them. Now" I scowl. Liam got the first one right. At least that one can count. As Liam goes to the second one, He screws op. I pull it away and dump them out. "You're off by more than 10, can you not count?" "I c-can" He mumbles. "Then get it right" I grunt. I don't think it's that hard, but a lot of people mess op under pressure. These two especial. More people come by, Will, Grover, Meg and of course the Stoll brothers. I don't see Jason, but Will's there more often now. Probably coming with Jason's. Understandable so, he doesn't like when I make a scene on his behalf. (Even though he does it all the time) I stand there, watching. Soon enough a group is finished, Grover's group. "Would you mind finishing theirs? they can't seem to play nice" It's not really a question, they have to go where I need them. So, they agree and head off to their part of the field. I' not sure if I should make them do it all alone, or let the others help. I knock over the packet Parker's sitting with. "Wrong, recount" I say. Parker's gone red in the face, realizing that I'm not kidding around. I'll happily have them here all evening. Liam's going more slowly and getting the right amount. The next group to finish, is Will's. Jason is standing at the back of group, not wanting to look at them, or maybe he doesn't wanna look at me. I think for a second. "You're free to either help the other or leave" I say. "Don't you want help with packing them?" Will asks. "No, No I don't. They'll be fine" I grunt. The rest of group go to leave, but I stop Jason. They owe him an apology.

"I think you two owe him quite an apology" I say, gasping Jason's hand tightly. I can hear him breathing, I normally can't. I know he only wants to run off and let these two mind themselves. But that's not how I work with people with this. They glance op, both mumbling a quick sorry. Jason nods and goes to leave but I hold him fast. "That is not an apology, speak op and look at him" I demand. Liam looks op. "I'm sorry Jason, it wasn't okay, I wasn't thinking about it" Liam mutters. "Thanks" Jason murmurs, shifting until he's standing flush against my side. "You weren't thinking" "I wasn't thinking" Liam repeats. "Parker?" I ask. "You got something to say?" I press. Parker looks op at me. Focusing on me instead of him. "Sorry, I was wrong" He says. "Don't talk to him, talk to me" Jason grumbles. I hold back a smile. There's he is, good. Parker focuses on Jason "I'm sorry, I was wrong" Parker repeats. "Thanks" Jason answers. I let go of his hand, signaling that he can go. Before he does, he grabs my jaw. Plating a kiss on my cheek. A small, I might look cross with you, but I'm not. He walks off, leaving me with them. I'll see him later. I smile, I guess it's rather curl of me, to be enjoying this. But I grew op with a lot of people like them, and now I have to do something about. So I have to, for the other people who grew op with people like this and couldn't go anything about it. I'm ready to stir op some trouble. They go about packing more packets. I slap a wrongly counted box out of Parker's hand. "Come on now! Get it right" I grunt. "It's 50, not 45 or 54. 50" I say. Parker sighs and starts counting again. The Stoll brothers come by with their groups last basket. "Alright" I wave them. "We don't have to help?" "No, we're good, go ahead and leave" I mutter, keeping my eyes on boys packing the strawberries. The run off with wide smiles on their faces. It's not often he get out of packing the strawberries.

The longer we go on. I start banging on table to let them know they strewed op. If they're one off, I bang my fit on the able on their side. More people drop off their last strawberries, and I get them to leave, which all of them are overjoyed to hear. We stand there for hours. They complain and ask how I can do this. But I stand firm. They're doing this, and I wil not weaver. Chiron stops by, waiting to see what's going on. I explain and he leaves them to me. Only telling me to get them back before curfew. Two hours before curfew, they finish. They're moaning and groaning as the I send the tuck off. I get a late dinner, normally you don't get dinner if you don't make it. But if it's because you're in charge of something for them, you get late dinner. I eat then head back to my cabin. I wanted to see Jason, to hold him, but it's too late. So I just decide to head to bed. I yawn, opening the door. I close it without looking, then blink my eyes open. I jump back, throwing the door back open behind me. My heart races, I can't see properly. I slap my hand over the light switch, the light flicking to life. "Easy, it's just me" It's Jason. He's sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I shiver and close the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I heave and close the door behind me again. "I wanted to give you a little thank you for sticking op for me" Jason makes his way to me very quickly, slinging his arms around my middle. "It's alright, you don't-" Jason cuts me off with the press of his lips on mine. I muffle a surprised noise into his lips. I freeze op my arms out like I was going to grab something. My mouth falls open slackly, more surprise then invitation. I slowly place my hands on his hip, relaxing into the familiar feeling. He pulls back, smiling. "Have to do anything..." I finish. I smile. We tumble into bed, we get undressed and cuddle op in bed. As Jason snuggles into my hair, he whispers. "You didn't have to do that" I wrap my arms around his hips. "Yes I did" I whisper back in the darkness. I pull him closer, resting my head against his chest. "You didn't" he kisses the top of my head. I shuffle until I can see his face. "Yes, I did. I love" I murmur, leaning in and closer a light kiss on his lips. "I love you two"

"But you didn't have to"

"Shut op I'm too tired to argue"

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Pain

You were done, everything was hurting and you just wanted to go the fuck home. The first thing you did, was tell Hotch, who immediately send you and Spencer home, as you are in no condition to drive. Spencer had packed your things for you, telling you to just relax the best you can. He bent down, helping you put on compression socks, it didn't always help, but you're hoping it'll work today.

"Are you sure you don't have any painkillers with you?"

"Yes Spencer for the millionth time i use the last one!" You yell, you didn't mean to, but you're just so irritated. Spencer gives you the look, and your shoulder shrugs sag. "I'm sorry, I just....No, I don't have any more pain meds left and it's getting really bed" You explain as Spencer helps you into a soft par of slippers.

"I'll stop by the pharmacy on our way back and you can see if you can get some sleep?"

You smile, he's too sweet to you sometimes. "Thank you" You brush a hand over his hair.

Spencer help you to the car with a blanket and a pillow, it's about 9pm and while you are tired, the pain is making you restless. When you finally get more painkillers, it makes the pain dull, but not go away, now your whole body just aching instead. So Spencer does what Spencer does best.

He makes you comfortable.

He feeds you all the food and drinks you can think of, makes all the stops you need to get out and stretch, and when you finally fall asleep, he drives carefully.

Spencer doesn't wake you op when you arrive home. You blink your eyes open as Spencer tucks you into bed. Your body still aches but the drowsiness outweighs it and you fall asleep again. Spencer tucks himself in behind you, careful to not make your pain worse by cuddling you.

You guide his arms to places it doesn't hurt too badly and the two of you fall asleep.

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Good night

Spencer and y/n

You been on the phone with Spencer for a few hours now, and while you love talking to him, it's late and you are getting tired. Very tired. You lay down on your shared bed, phone still pressed to your ear.

"Spence, baby" You say, sleep trying to pull you into it's grasp. You slip under the covers, warming your body.

"Yes?" Spencer sounds so awake you're jealous of his awakeness.

"You know i love you, right?" You ask, yawning as you rub your eyes. Spencer gulps and whispers to you in a nervous tone.

"I've been talking for too long, haven't I?" Spencer asks, suddenly nervous and sad.

"No, no baby i love hearing you talking it just, it's 3 in the morning for me and I'm really tired" You chuckle lightly, hoping you aren't hurting his feelings by cutting him off. You rub your eyes as you wait for a response.

"It's 3 am for you? Why didn't you say so? it's only 1 am here. You should go to bed" Spencer almost sounds like a kid being told their friend is sick, concerned.

"Oh, right, you're like, on the other side of the country. Yeah, you should get some sleep too okay?" You say, plugging your changer into your phone.

"Yes, of course Dear"

"Good night Spence"

"Good night"

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Undercover work gone wrong.

Spencer had never been a disobedient agent. Followed almost every order he'd been given, so when Aaron was told he and Spencer were going undercover as a troublesome couple in a kink club and that Spencer was supposed to be a bratty submissive. It just didn't sit right. Until they got there, then Aaron had to fight to ugre to yank on the younger man's hair every five seconds and tell him to behave.

As Aaron pulls him along to a booth Spencer struggleds and whines playfully. Aaron fights the ugre to smack him, god Spencer's infuriating. Aaron pulls the man down on his lap, yanking his head down to Aaron's mouth by the roots of his hair. "You are just begging for some disciples aren't you?" Aaron growls in his ear, making Spencer pout and turn around to face him. Spencer looks down at his boss with big puppy eyes. Play into it Aaron, this is just pretend. Aaron gives me a stern look, it doesn't deter the young agent.

Spencer shifts on his lap, tugging on Aaron's collar. "Oh come on Sir, i'm not begging...yet" That pushes Aaron over the edge. He doesn't even think about it, just rears his hand back and gives Spencer's behind a good smack. "Ouf!" Spencer yelps in surprise and jerks at the pain. The pout on his face grows real. "That hurt" Spencer complains, laying his head down in the crook of Aaron's neck. Aaron sighs and wraps his arms around him. "Sorry" he whispers to the distressed man. Spencer leans close to his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Aaron's spine. "Does that mean i'm doing good?"

Aaron's blindsided. Spencer's not disstressed at all, he's fine. Spencer's not even a tiny bit worked op? All Aaron wants to do it smack him again. "Yes" He hears himself say to Spencer. "You're really, doing good"

Spencer smiles with pride, a naughty, bratty smile before dashing by form the booth and making a run for it. For the second time tonight. Aaron huffs and gets op, not bothering to shout this time, simply walking away him, he'll tired out eventually and Aaron can grab him and scold him. Maybe give him another smack. Hell maybe he really should take him to the spanking room. Spencer's slows as he turns down a hallway, Aaron grabs his wrist and in one swift move. without much thought. Throws the agent over his shoulder, despite Spencer's lusty protests, and gives his bottom a quick smack. "Hey!" Spencer yelps, in still a hell of a bratty tone.

Aaron sits the bratty Spencer down on a wooden chair. "You are digging yourself into a hole you can only get out of with a spoon, so you'll either fix your attitude or get spanked" Aaron doesn't realise just how serious he sounds, he sounds mad, and like he's actually going to spank Spencer. Aaron isn't going on. At least he shouldn't. Spencer's eyes grow wide and the pout disappears, replaced by a wobbly lip. When the first tear falls, Aaron knows he's hit something far too personal. it sends his caregiver instincts into overdrive.

Scooping Spencer op in his arms he's already shushing him and rubing his back, hoping to soothe him. "Shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, i'm sorry" Aaron rubs his back soothingly and Spencer's tears keep coming. Aaron wants to break character so badly, to ask if Spencer is really upset, to ask what he did to upset him, and if Aaron can fix it or if they need to call it off.

Aaron pats Spencer's back and gently bounces him, it's more instinct then logic. Aaron's use to bouncing a crying baby, not a cry 25 year old. "You wanna go home Baby?" Spencer nods and Aaron calls it right then and there. They're done. It's over. Aaron doesn't even set Spencer down before they get outside of the building. Spencer's still in tears and Aaron feels like he's tried everything.

"I'm sorry baby" Aaron says softly as he sets him down on his feet. Spencer sniffles and wipes his eyes, Aaron isn't use if he's still acting as Spencer tucks himself into Aaron's chest. He takes him into his arms, rubbing his back as they wait for the back-up car to come. "I didn't mean to hurt you" Aaron says softly, Spencer's arms tighen around his middle. "It's okay..." Spencer's voice is weak. He's actually feeling hurt, okay. It's not fake. Aaron holds his colleague close, more friend then colleague. "What happend Honey?" He asks, continuning to gently rub his back, hoping to calm down the younger man. Spencer sniffles and the words pour out like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry i was really trying to do it right but then i just got really scared all when you got so mad and it just made me feel all childlike and small and bad and and and...."

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay, breath. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna hurt you Honey" Aaron pats his back, rocking him from side to side gently. Aaron takes him through a breathing exercise and Spencer calms down enough to stop crying. When the car finally comes they pile into the backseat, Aaron sits in the middle to be close to the still vulnerable man.

Spencer tucks himself into Aaron and he takes him into his arms. "It's okay, i promise. We'll get you home"

"Don't leave me alone" Spencer whispers into his skin. Aaron's response is not thought over, it doesn't matter. "I won't, I'll come with you" Spencer relaxes into Aaron.

As they come to Spencer's apartment, Aaron follows him inside. It's a comfy, cozy place for sure. Spencer tosses his shoes on the floor and Aaron straightens them by the door before taking off his own. Spencer clings to Aaron, and he picks him op. Which only makes Spencer cling closer, Aaron doesn't mind. It's nice to comfort him. To get to comfort him. "I got you" Aaron reasures him, gently rubbing his back.

Aaron tucks him into bed, about to head for the couch when Spencer whines and reaches for him. He chuckles, but gives in. Climbing into bed with Spencer, the younger man snuggles op to him.

Aaron sighs contently as Spencer snuggles op onto of him.