The Mishap.

Part 1.

  A party is being thrown at Penelope's apartment, the invitations were passed out to the members of the BAU days before.  Rossi got ready, putting on his casual grey suit topped with a red tie heading out the door in a hurry.  He was never late, granted he was very immediate when showing up.  As he walked into Garcia's overly decorated flat, he straightened his tie before getting greeted with a warm, fuzzy hug from the technical analysis.  "I'm glad you could show up, Hotch may be late" Garcia smiles, bubbly with sparkles in her wide set eyes.  Rossi chuckles, "Hotch isn't usually late.  He may not show up, due to the whole dispute that happened last Friday" Rossi remembers the anger both Hotch and himself felt in that moment.  Their eyes glaring at each other as they argued violently over a case, resulting in Hotchner storming out from defeat of the grey haired man.  Rossi shook his head, shaking the memory lose and focusing back onto the blonde. "Drinks are in the fridge" Garcia confirms before walking away to speak to Emily.  Rossi stumbles his way into the kitchen, pouring himself a whiskey in a cold glass, stained from the frost and warm air competing for dominance.  With Rossi's back turned, a strong presence is faced behind him with the smell of deep cologne, the masculinity making him close his eyes to savour the feeling.  "Can I reach over you? You're blocking the alcohol" Hotch says bluntly, Rossi turns not realising the closeness of the two resulting in the stutter of thoughts.  Hotch takes the silence as an answer and grabs the whiskey that Rossi had just placed down, "You look nice, put together" the dark haired man says as his body is pressed against Rossi's making his breath hitch.  "Are you wearing a new cologne?" Rossi asks, embarrassed that's the only thing he could form.  Hotch replies with a chuckle and a nod, Rossi caught a whiff of his breath.  God it made his stomach turn, he wanted that breath on him.  Hotch steps away pouring himself a glass, stopping as the brown liquid began to pour.  "You and I should have drinks sometime" He says, Rossi was blatantly confused.  How can someone act so normal after getting so angry not even a week prior? "We should, maybe I can cook something" Rossi replies, already thinking about the pasta dishes he will make for him.  "I know what I want to eat" Hotch replies as he continues to pour the liquid, Rossi hasn't taken one sip of his.  He could barely speak, how would he able to keep down his alcohol? "And what is that? I'll try to make it" the looks that are exchanged speed the rate of Rossi's heart, "You." Rossi blinks in confusion at the statement, Hotch turns away without regret walking out of the kitchen leaving Rossi standing in place, in shock, confusion, horniness? It was probably the shock factor, he thinks to himself.  Rossi follows the invisible footsteps of Hotch and guides him into Garcia's room by his hand.  Hotch stays silent not knowing what is to come, Rossi takes off his grey jacket, followed by his shirt and belt.  Eventually he stood in front of Hotch naked, this is something Hotch was not used to.  Since Rossi's divorce he hasn't been in the mood to have sex, much less fall in love.  But there he was.  About to do both of those things with the man he least expected it to be with, Hotch reciprocates the actions and gets on his knees.  As he takes a lick of Rossi's pulsing cock, he teases it with the slime of his stinky tongue.  Rossi moans in the actions, encourging Hotch to deepthroat his thick, wet, fettuccine noodle.  "You make me so horny" Hotch moans, mouth filled of pre cum and cock.  Rossi busts his white thick grey toned liquid, Hotch swallows as he stands up smiling and presses a gentle kiss to Rossi's quivering lips.  "Let's do this somewhere else.  More private" Hotch says as he dresses himself exiting Penelopes room.