Some of my favorite fics are the ones where the individual members of the team slowly find out about Hotch and Reid as a couple. How about another one of those?
a/n: an immediate sequel to the fic I wrote earlier, Jealous.
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“I can’t believe they took off when it was snowing like that,” Prentiss said, holding her mug of coffee with her hands wrapped around it.
“The runway was clear,” Hotch replied, from across the aisle. “The pilot assured me that they know how to handle these things in Buffalo-”
“Didn’t a commuter jet crash into a house in the Buffalo suburbs a few years ago because the pilot-” Reid began, but Hotch arched an eyebrow in his direction, and Reid bit his lower lip and nodded. He was unclear, exactly, how this was supposed to work - he understood not wanting to just announce, over hotel breakfast, what had happened the night before, but it seemed strange not say something. He had thought Hotch was sort of joking about letting the others guess, but maybe this was some kind of test - though it was unlikely it could get linked to performance reviews, because-
Hotch was giving him a small smile, he realized, aware of what was probably going through Reid’s head. Sort of. Reid figured he had shown the team enough instances of verbal diarrhea that they had a good idea of how things flitted around. Reid smiled back. After all, it wasn’t like he wasn’t serious about it - there was no way of knowing, of course, how these sorts of things would turn out, could be, Hotch had some terrible personal habits, but sleeping with your boss at the FBI was not something you embarked on if you didn’t intend for it to have some...permanency.
“You alright, kid?” Morgan asked, pulling his large headphones off from across the aisle.
“Yeah, fine,” Reid said. It was just the floor of them - JJ and Rossi were both sleeping, Rossi grumbling something about waiting around the entire day in the snow had made him exhausted.
“You sure? You seem sort of preoccupied...” Prentiss said, then exchanged a glance with Morgan - they were likely calculating how far they could take this with Hotch right in the middle of the conversation.
“Is this about your boy-” Morgan began, but Prentiss cut him off - she was always better at that type of calculus.
“Reid, if you think, you know, that it makes it any - I mean, uhm...” she glanced at Hotch, who just nodded. “OK,” Prentiss said. “Really, no one. Yeah.” Morgan nodded, and Reid was sure that it wasn’t paranoia that made him think the other profiler was looking at him differently. He glanced at his watched, wondering how long it would be until his Very Important conversation with Morgan about Reid could have told him, like, years ago, because they were close like that, and Morgan didn’t judge. He had a gay friend! (Now).
“Thanks,” Reid said, and he glanced down at his bag, ready to grab the latest George R.R. Martin book to make everything stop, before he caught Hotch’s eye. He appeared bemused.
“I mean it,” Prentiss said, even with Reid having the book in hand. “It doesn’t change everything.”
“Of course it doesn’t, it’s 2012,” Reid replied, with a little bit of annoyance in his voice, which was amplified by the fact that a grin was beginning to form on Hotch’s face and he looked very, very-
“Seriously, Spencer,” Morgan said, since they had to use first names in all Very Important personal conversations. “You could have-”
“What is all that noise?” Rossi asked, sitting up halfway. Reid and Morgan glanced at each other and smirked - they had both been telling him for years to get noise canceling headphones if he was going to get all grouchy with them. “Reid, did you finally tell everyone that you’re gay?”
“No, the night before that. When we had the pomengritas that you didn’t want to order because of some vendetta you have against one of nature’s super fruits-” And just like that, a debate sprung up about pomengranites, their addition to margaritas, and other important issues. Reid grinned as he opened his book. He had a special touch for this, with these people. Before he went back to where he left off he glanced at Hotch, who just shook his head before pulling out his tablet. Oooook, Reid thought, and even though it had been amusing and all, it really didn’t make him feel any better about anything.
* *
“Reid,” Hotch said, after they got back the building. “Let me give you a ride. It’s late.”
“Oh, really, it’s not necessary,” Reid said, and would have kept objecting, as was standard, were it not for the sort of wounded sort of something else look in Hotch’s eyes. “I mean, OK. Sure.” He adjusted his bag on his shoulders and looked down, just hoping Hotch didn’t intend for his promised date to be tonight, because it was late and he had been anxious all day, and- He paused, catching Morgan and Prentiss exchange a look with each other, noting Reid deviating from script. Hmmm... he thought. Maybe this is a little bit fun, after all...
When they got to the car, Hotch smiled at him. “Jack isn’t home,” he said. “He’s with Jessica.”
“Oh,” Reid said, and Hotch shook his head and leaned over. He laid a hand on the side of Reid’s face and pulled him in, kissing him hard.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he said, and then noticed Reid’s slightly distressed look. “Tinted windows.”
“Ah,” Reid said. “Well.” He took the opportunity to kiss Hotch back, this time inserting his tongue into the older agent’s mouth. He sighed as Hotch took control and leaned into the hand that was pulling closer across the divide between sheets.
Hotch pulled away, actually smiling. “We should get back,” he said, and Reid nodded, sort of wide eyed. Not that, in all of his thoughts on this, he hadn’t thought Hotch would be a good kisser - it was, as Diana explained, always the silent types. But! Hotch was a really good kisser, and good at other things - without any practice! A natural! This was...lucky, really, and Reid sighed and then blushed.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Hotch said.
Hotch grinned when Reid kissed him as soon as he closed the door and pressed himself closer to the younger agent. It had been a long time since - and he shuddered, slightly, because not only was their time but inexperience, and he wanted, very badly, not to disappoint. When they each pulled away from each other, Reid seemed to intuit this, and he shook his head and caressed a hand down Hotch’s side. “Aaron...”
“Would it be rude if, rather than offer you a drink or something, I just sort of guided you towards my bedroom?” Hotch asked, and Reid smiled at him and shook his head no. He was very sexy when he smiled - despite everything, Spencer Reid had an easy, intoxicating smile. It was one of the first things that had made Hotch realize that he might be in trouble in regards to his youngest agent.
Reid reached and grabbed his hand, which made Hotch shudder in a different way. It wasn’t just not wanting to disappoint - even if he was the less experienced party, he was very cognizant of the fact that Reid was...fragile, in a certain way. “Lead the way,” Reid said, and Hotch smiled in return and guided him upstairs and to his bedroom. He cursed under his breath when he saw the state that it was in - he was usually so neat, but he had struggled to get Jack off to school that morning and pack a go-bag and shave so that he didn’t look like he had spent the weekend hiking and playing in the mud with his child. A few shirts were strewn about, ties were across a chair, and-
“Oh, please, Aaron Hotcher - you should see my apartment,” Reid said, and Hotch had to groan at this. Spencer responded by kissing him, and Hotch found that this allowed for an easy transition to the bed. As they both sat on the edge and began to work at each other’s clothes, an image of Reid on the airplane flashed before Hotch and he pulled back. “Spencer, about today, I-”
“Not now,” Reid said, shaking his head. “Unless what you want to say is so revelatory that it will prevent what is about to happen.”
“No,” Hotch said, and Reid nodded.
“Good,” he replied, and pulled Hotch’s tie off cleanly and began to unbutton his shirt. A hand ran down Hotch’s chest and across the smooth expanse. Reid made a slight moaning sound in his mouth that made Hotch immediately turn his focus to getting the younger profiler’s pants off. Another pair of tight boxer briefs greeted him and he put a hand over Reid’s erection, leading to a pair of raised eyebrows.
“Was that too-”
“No, I encourage you to-” Reid said, and pulled him in for another kiss. It is probably time to start buying nice underwear again Hotch thought as Reid pulled his off and then rolled back on the bed, exposing his entire naked body. Hotch had been preoccupied, last time, wanting so many things, and he realized now he had not spent enough time taking Reid in. He was slender, yes, but also toned and muscular.
Hotch laid down next to him and kissed him, hard - last evening, this had gone on for a long while, but he was having difficulty waiting without the uncertainty. He put his hand against Reid again and began to kiss at his neck and ear. “Aaron-”
“Right,” Hotch said, pulling back and reaching into his bedside drawer, taking out lube and a condom that had been in there for far too long to be - not that that is really a concern, here he told himself, and smiled softly at Reid. He slicked his hand and began to work it against Reid, who bucked into him, his hips thrusting hard into Hotch’s touch. Hotch had not experienced eagerness like this in a long while, and he felt a familiar tightening begin that made him grin into Reid’s hair and clasp his mouth against his neck again. “Mm, I want you-”
“Very much so,” Reid replied, and his thumb was against Hotch’s nipple and twisting hard. Hotch bit at his lip, slightly.
“I mean, unless - it doesn’t have to-”
Reid stopped his with a kiss, which seemed to be his standard silencing method during these moments. Hotch did not object. “Aaron. I like - I mean, I prefer-”
“I need this,” Reid said, and went back to thumbing Hotch’s nipple as the older profiler began to move his hand against Reid’s backside. He coped the curve of his ass and kissed Reid as he first entered him, immediately comfortable with the similarity, with the knowledge of what he needed to do. He grinned when he elicited his first major moan from Reid. “More,” Reid said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Reid replied, and so Hotch added another finger, beginning to scissor. The sensation was strange, foreign, but also - and literally - hot. There was something unique in this kind of intimacy, in someone allowing him such access...he paused, for a moment, considering it. Of course he had thought about it, but with little to compare it to. “More, you can do more,” Reid said, interrupting him, and Hotch continued to open him until the younger profiler grunted impatiently and then rolled on his back again. “Oh, please,” he said.
“I can’t refuse that,” Hotch replied, slicking himself and shivering at the memory of last night and the anticipation of what he was about to experience. “Oh, you feel perfect,” he said, sliding in much easier than the night before - which made sense, he supposed.
“Same,” Reid said, and used his legs to pull Hotch in as he rolled his hips, allowing Hotch access to his mouth. Hotch kissed him, hard, keeping his strokes slow - mostly to contain himself. The sensation of Reid was beyond what he remembered, and it was intoxicating. He closed his eyes for a moment and then pressed a hand on Reid’s chest as he began to thrust harder.
Then Reid clenched against him, and Hotch had to stop. “I’m sorry, was-”
“No, that was very...that is very much encouraged,” Hotch said. “As long as you don’t-” Reid cut him off with a grin and repeated the movement, then groaned as Hotch moved forward and presumably grazed his prostate.
“There, yes, oh, fuck, Aaron...” he murmured, and Hotch increased his pace, sensing that Reid was likely in the same place that he was.
Again, Hotch came hard and fast - and was surprised when Reid did as well, across his own stomach. He had completely forgotten to work his hand against the younger profiler and yet- “Oh,” he managed.
Hotch rolled off, and smiled as Reid pressed his head into his chest and almost curled into him. Neither said anything for awhile. “I don’t think I explained myself as well as I should have,” Hotch said, finally. “I have no intention of this being some sort of-”
“No, no, I overreacted, I was just - I thought - I mean. Nevermind.” Reid said.
Hotch took the younger profiler’s chin and pulled it up towards him so that Reid could see him shaking his head. “Spencer. You’re very...uhm...attractive. I mean - what is a good word?”
Spencer shrugged, and smiled. “Handsome? Hot? Gorgeous is sometimes used to describe males but usually the male model type ones-”
“Then I’ll use that one,” Hotch said, and adopted Reid’s method of keeping objections to this at bay. “I just thought, I don’t know-”
“Do you routinely develop thought experiments to perform on us?” Reid asked.
“No. Perhaps. But!” Hotch said, catching Reid’s glance. “I’ve never got the chance to, you know, implement one.” Reid nodded.
“A bet?” Hotch asked, arching an eyebrow. “Alright - first, second, and third.” Reid frowned at this, though it was slightly unfair - he was going to have a lot more skill working through the permutations than Hotch was, who could only start with who would be last - Morgan - and who would be first - Rossi. The women, that was the difficulty.
“Garcia, Morgan, Rossi,” said Reid. “They can both always tell when...” he trailed off and just nodded at Hotch, who smiled at him and ran a hand through Reid’s thick hair. This was a factor he had not considered - no, he told himself, even with that type of intuition, Morgan will largely be clueless towards this.
“Rossi-” Because he was pretty sure, after their earlier enigmatic exchange, that Rossi already knew, “Garcia, Prentiss.”
“What do I win?” Reid asked.
“Whatever you want,” Hotch said, and then blushed. “I mean-”
“No, I like that,” Reid said, and then he yawned. “Do you mind if I take a raincheck on the drink? Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” He paused, looking briefly panic stricken. “I mean, it is OK, right, that I-”
“I told you it was, in Buffalo,” Hotch said, continuing to stroke his hair. “And why would I say Jack was out. And yes, I have a toothbrush you can use.”
“You look familiar,” Prentiss said in the elevator, and then she glanced at Reid’s enormous coffee. “And...tired?”
“I just sort of crashed when I got home - no time for laundry,” Reid said, glancing down at the sweater vest, button down, and tie that were all repeats from the week - though he had put them in a new and perhaps seizure inducing combination. “I need to get better about that.”
“Tell me about it,” Prentiss said, but her eyes were slightly narrowed. “I hate when we get back and then there’s a Friday.”
Reid just nodded. He was glad it was a Friday, especially since word had come that Jack had asked to stay with Jessica on Saturday because of some sort of sporting event they were all going to go to - apparently a ticket had been purchased for him under the assumption the Buffalo case would take longer.
“Plans for the weekend, then?” Prentiss asked with an arch of her eyebrow.
“Yeah, well, sort of, you know. New order came from Amazon and, ugh. Yeah.” Reid raised both his eyebrows and nodded at her. Was it wrong that he was going to attempt to manipulate events in his favor? Certainly Hotch would do the same - wouldn’t he? Too much, there. He could spiral down that line of thought for a long time.
“Good to see you back, fellow campers,” Garcia called as she exited the elevator next to theirs. “How was the snow? Sad I missed it - I’ve never seen a proper snowstorm.”
“It was...wet. White. Rossi bitched about it and his shoes and his trousers,” Prentiss shrugged.
Garcia grinned at Reid and then took his arm. “And you!” she said - she sometimes looked slightly psychotic when she got this exited, and Reid decided to take that observation under advisement. “We need to have a talk, I hear.”
“Do we?” Reid managed - she was stronger than she looked. Garcia gave him a slow now, her smile large. Prentiss grinned at him as he was led away to Garcia’s dungeon.
Garcia closed the door as she simultaneously pushed them in. “Now tell me, Dr. Reid, why you decided to withhold vital information from Mama Garcia.” She almost leered at him.
“What?” Reid asked, staggering backwards, wondering how? How had she done this so soon? Not that he was that concerned - it meant that victory was possibly within reach.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about your little revelation over Mexican food, mi amigo?” She pursed her lips. “You didn’t think, oh, you know how else isn’t around to hear this-”
“Oh,” Reid said. “I’m sorry.” I was preoccupied.
Garcia pouted, and then sat down in her desk chair and patted the chair next to her. “Sit down, Pretty Boy. Let’s dish.”
“Are you going to try and set me up with someone?” Reid asked, still standing. Garcia wrinkled her nose.
“Why would you assume that?”
“You seem to be the sort of person who is, uhm, in possession of...gay friends?” Sadly, the last bit came out at a much higher pitch than Reid would have liked. Thankfully, Garcia grinned at him and rubbed her hands together.
Rossi stopped over to discuss the case, which Hotch had quickly realized upon the profiler’s return meant bullshit about past adventures and avoid work. Hotch generally had to remind himself of the older man’s assets to the team and how he had come back when he had no need to...maybe this was just his process. Maybe Hotch hadn’t noticed earlier because he wasn’t in charge of the unit and didn’t have to get everyone to do their paper work.
“There was that guy, out in Wisconsin, remember, he liked a big disemboweled spectacle to. Do you think it’s the cold that makes them do it?” He cocked his head at Hotch, searching.
“Makes them dismember people? We’ve had that done in plenty of warm places, too. I wouldn’t say it’s an environmental factor.” Hotch glanced down at his own report and frowned. It was very difficult to think about doing work when he wanted to think about what he was going to do this weekend - first, the promised date, second...
“I’m sorry, am I distracting you?” Rossi asked, which alerted Hotch and made him look the other man in the eye. Rossi was never concerned with this.
“No, no...” Hotch said, pondering an ethical question - was it alright to influence this little bet? There had been no rules set. Would Reid do that? Or would he assume that Hotch was above that sort of thing and abstain? Of course, one could argue that just by knowing about the bet and engaging in conversation with their co-workers it was interfering, influencing... Hotch shook his head. Sometimes he couldn’t help but revert back to his law school training, where he had to sit in class and be ready to argue any issue when the professor blindly called on him.
“Are you sure? We can talk, you know. About...things.” Rossi raised an eyebrow at him, and Hotch realized that they hadn’t qualified how they would determine if knowledge had been achieved - he supposed it would have to be overt, and inwardly groaned. Rossi was the least likely to be overt - a crucial miscalculation.
“It was a difficult case,” Hotch said. “Even if we just had the one live victim - those sorts of things...well.” He nodded his head.
“Do you remember that cannibal - the one who served the church congregation the women? That was one of those cases that stuck...” Rossi began to digress, then, about cannibalism and the specific psychological underpinnings of it.
Hotch leaned back and took it all in, smiling slightly. Where to go for dinner? What sort of things did Reid eat, anyway? Did Reid eat - Hotch realized he had only ever seen him pick at things when food was set out. No wonder he was so...
“I mean, he was serious about eating them, too, with that recipe book, which I thought was quite unique...didn’t you, Aaron?” Hotch nodded, smiling slightly at him.
* * *
“How are you?” Hotch pulled out of his internal monologue. He had been trying to decide what sort of beverage to get from the cafeteria for lunch. He always leaned towards Diet Coke, but was trying to decrease his intake. Still, he told himself, it was Friday...
He smiled at JJ, who smiled back. Neither of them had picked her, he realized. “I’m alright. Glad it’s Friday. You?”
“Just take the Diet Coke, Hotch,” JJ said. “There are so many worse things that I’m presuming you’re not involved with.” Hotch wasn’t sure why, but there was a slight and involuntarily facial tic that took over his lip and cheek region. JJ immediately cocked her head at this. “Something I should know? Something you want to get off your chest?” She gave him that smile - what Prentiss had once called her popular girl smile, in one of the few times he had heard the other woman say something like that about JJ.
“Just caffeine,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not very interesting.” He gave her a slight smile.
“Well, like I said - in this job, that happens,” she said. “How do you think the chicken looks?”
“I was thinking pasta,” Hotch replied. The chicken was slightly tepid looking, as per usual - one of those days when he wished he had packed his lunch, except that the reason that had precluded him from doing so was probably very worthwhile.
“I just wanted to make sure I was seeing the same thing,” JJ said, and did the little furrow thing she did with her brows as she looked him over - as though she saw something.
* *
“Here’s the report on Buffalo,” Morgan said, waving it as he stood in Hotch’s doorway.
“That’s great,” Hotch said.
“Never good to leave these over the weekends,” Morgan said. “You just never feel like you’ve left work. Better to make a clean break.”
“Uh-huh,” Hotch said.
“So...” Morgan said.
“You can give it to me, Morgan,” Hotch said, looking up. “I appreciate it.” He paused, realizing that Morgan was attempting to get some sort of response out of him. “Do you...have plans this weekend?”
“Yeah, a little bit. I need to just decompress a little, do laundry, clean up...” Hotch nodded along with this, though he suspected that this was nothing like what Derek Morgan did with his weekends. He had to meet all of his lady friends somewhere.
“I know what you mean,” Hotch said. “I packed Jack up in a flurry to get him over to Jessica’s. I’ve got Saturday to pick up, at least.”
“He’s not back at yours-?” Morgan asked, looking perplexed.
Hotch shook his head. “They bought him a ticket to the hockey game this weekend, thinking I’d still be in Buffalo. I couldn’t say no to that.”
“Never say no to a hockey ticket,” Morgan said, still looking perplexed. He suspects something... Hotch thought. He had to admit, he was surprised to get to the end of the day without anything breaking out. Everyone was tired, though. “Have a good one,” he said, giving him that lingering confused look.
Reid slumped into the seat of Hotch’s car, full of Thai food. He had been pleasantly surprised that Hotch had remembered some off-hand comment he made a few months ago about how much he loved panang curry. And then! Hotch had picked up the check. He knew he shouldn’t swoon over things like that, but it was a highly impressionable time in regards to their relationship and so he decided that it was alright to experience extreme, if slightly immature, emotional responses. “That was really great,” he said. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Hotch said. “I only read reviews online, so...” Makes sense, Reid thought. There was probably not a lot of cause to get Thai food when you had a five year-old...he frowned, slightly. They were going to have to confront that at some point. Reid hoped they had some sort of children’s book out there to assist - Jack Has Two Daddies with Conceal and Carry Permits (for Law Enforcement Purposes Only!).
Reid smiled at him. He felt, despite sleeping with Hotch - twice - that he was still in some bizarro world. Not that he minded, if this was the case, but it was unlikely, given that Prentiss hadn’t turned up to work with a goatee. “So, did you have any other-”
“Are you thinking dinner and movie? Because that can be accomplished back on your couch,” Reid said. Hotch blushed, which was incredibly endearing. “I’m sorry, I-”
“No. I like your enthusiasm,” Hotch said, smiling slightly. “Back home - I mean, to mine, then.” It was Reid’s turn to blush - he had said home, right? He categorized his dwelling as home! Reid smiled and allowed himself to digest for the rest of the ride while making general, pleasant conversation. This was so much easier than it had ever been before - something could be said for the fact they had worked together as colleagues for so long, but Reid decided that since he was in a haze of goodwill he was going to attribute it to their innate chemistry.
He carried said haze of goodwill inside, where he pulled Hotch in for a deep, satisfying kiss. He pressed his tongue inwards and tangled it with Hotch’s, then bit lightly on his the older agent’s lip when he withdrew. “Oh,” Hotch said.
“Oh?” Reid asked, taking a slight step backwards and realizing he had also looped a finger through Hotch’s belt loop.
“I - well, I don’t want you to be...since I haven’t...” Hotch began, and Reid decided that this might be something that was best dealt with before it grew.
“I’m very, thank you,” Reid replied. “Besides, this is how it starts, right? When you figure the other person out?” He smiled slightly, and Hotch nodded, soft smile creeping across his face.
“I have some Netflix...” Hotch said, “but I’m guessing from where your hand is that that was just a ploy of some sorts.”
“I am interested in a movie,” Reid said. “But I never gave any indication when I wanted to watch the movie over the course of the evening.”
Reid sensed some residual tenseness in Hotch as they undressed one another, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. All of the men he had slept with - not that it was a very large sample size - had all been more experienced than he was. He stroked Hotch over his underpants and nipped gently at his ear, hoping to relieve at least some of it. “I want to do something for you,” Hotch said.
“Oh?” Reid asked, pressing a little harder. “I think you’ve done quite a lot-”
Hotch shifted, kissing at Reid’s collar bone and then moving down to his nipple. Reid yelped, slightly. “Sorry!” he said, as Hotch glanced up at him, head still resting on his chest. “Sensitive.”
“Mmm,” Hotch said, licking lightly, and Reid moaned this time. He kissed further down, stopping around Reid’s belly button - and it was then that Reid realized what Hotch was suggesting. “You’ll let me know-?”
“Mmmhmm,” Reid said - was it possible for a blow job not to feel good? He had been quite analytical, his first time, figuring that he knew the spots that he liked and that was a good place to start. Hotch slipped his underwear off and ran his thumb down the length of Reid’s cock, then along the underside. “Yeah,” Reid said.
“Yeah?” Hotch asked, and he did the same thing with his tongue as he did with his finger. Reid shivered when his mouth touched him softly, taking in just the tip. His lips were unbelievably soft and delicate.
“That’s...definitely...” Reid managed, as Hotch slowly moved lower and lower. “Good.”
Hotch moved up, and then down, and Reid closed his eyes and moaned lightly, recognizing that it was important to give encouragement here. “Just...oh! Right there!” he said, as Hotch lingered around the edges of the tip with his lips. Hotch glanced up at him, and Reid met his eyes and promptly put his hands through Hotch’s short hair. Hotch’s tongue danced around the tip and then he proceeded down, again, and soon he seemed to settle and grow more confident with what he was doing. So confident that Reid had to open his eyes. “Hotch - I - if you want...”
“I want you to. With me,” Hotch said, pulling back. Reid nodded, his eyebrows raised. Hotch knew, figuratively and literally, what buttons to press as he opened Reid, and Reid had to restrain himself from grinding himself into Hotch as they lay side by side because it would likely do him in. Instead, he focused on kissing - hard, deep, trying to express how good what the other agent was doing felt. “Fuck, you have no idea-” Reid began, and bit hit tongue a little bit too late.
“No,” Hotch said, and ceased moving his fingers. “I don’t.” He appeared troubled.
“Later,” Reid said, and he ground down onto Hotch. “Right now... I would very much like...”
“You would very much like?” Hotch asked, scissoring and grazing Reid’s prostitute, almost in a teasing manner. Reid shuddered, slightly, this was developing nicely. As Hotch removed his fingers and began to work the lube over himself and the condom, Reid rolled onto his back and used a leg to pull the older profiler in. He was feeling - was sassy an appropriate word? It must be the spicy food. He grinned as Hotch lined himself up and sighed as the other agent entered him, this time easily - perhaps finally comfortable with the fact that he wouldn’t hurt Reid, that they would fit together nicely. “That, you would very much like?”
Playful, Reid amended. He was feeling playful, this was playful - and he would prefer that over serious any day, despite what his 9-5 demeanor might suggest. He was surprised to see that Hotch was the same way, though he knew he shouldn’t be. Hotch was definitely one of those people who had another side to him, who was a private person. Reid smiled, pleased that he was now able to witness that side that Hotch saved for- “Oh, god!” he said, as Hotch hit him right, and hard, and he clenched and thrust back in response.
“More,” Hotch said, and Reid complied, liking how guttural Hotch sounded, how it was a little bit like a command. He arched his back and pressed against Hotch’s strokes and moaned hard when Hotch’s hand grasped his cock and began to move that in unison.
“Yes,” Reid said, and found himself cresting soon and hard - not a problem, because he liked the feeling of Hotch finishing as he rode the end of his own orgasm.
Hotch pulled out and collapsed into him, and Reid ran his fingers through the short and now damp hair. “That was...really. Excellent,” Reid said. Positive reinforcement, right? Hotch made some panting sounds and then looked up from Reid’s chest, smiling softly.
“Good,” he said. “I want that. For you.”
Reid kissed him softly, just grazing Hotch’s lips. They lay in silence for some time before Hotch broke it. “Were you still interested in a movie?” he asked, voice soft - as though he was still a little afraid that Reid was just going to leave.
“Absolutely,” Reid said. Cuddling on the couch with Hotch, post-coital? Absolutely a good way to spend a Friday evening.
hxr_promptmeme
Revelations, NC-17, 1a/?
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“I can’t believe they took off when it was snowing like that,” Prentiss said, holding her mug of coffee with her hands wrapped around it.
“The runway was clear,” Hotch replied, from across the aisle. “The pilot assured me that they know how to handle these things in Buffalo-”
“Didn’t a commuter jet crash into a house in the Buffalo suburbs a few years ago because the pilot-” Reid began, but Hotch arched an eyebrow in his direction, and Reid bit his lower lip and nodded. He was unclear, exactly, how this was supposed to work - he understood not wanting to just announce, over hotel breakfast, what had happened the night before, but it seemed strange not say something. He had thought Hotch was sort of joking about letting the others guess, but maybe this was some kind of test - though it was unlikely it could get linked to performance reviews, because-
Hotch was giving him a small smile, he realized, aware of what was probably going through Reid’s head. Sort of. Reid figured he had shown the team enough instances of verbal diarrhea that they had a good idea of how things flitted around. Reid smiled back. After all, it wasn’t like he wasn’t serious about it - there was no way of knowing, of course, how these sorts of things would turn out, could be, Hotch had some terrible personal habits, but sleeping with your boss at the FBI was not something you embarked on if you didn’t intend for it to have some...permanency.
“You alright, kid?” Morgan asked, pulling his large headphones off from across the aisle.
“Yeah, fine,” Reid said. It was just the floor of them - JJ and Rossi were both sleeping, Rossi grumbling something about waiting around the entire day in the snow had made him exhausted.
“You sure? You seem sort of preoccupied...” Prentiss said, then exchanged a glance with Morgan - they were likely calculating how far they could take this with Hotch right in the middle of the conversation.
“Is this about your boy-” Morgan began, but Prentiss cut him off - she was always better at that type of calculus.
“Reid, if you think, you know, that it makes it any - I mean, uhm...” she glanced at Hotch, who just nodded. “OK,” Prentiss said. “Really, no one. Yeah.” Morgan nodded, and Reid was sure that it wasn’t paranoia that made him think the other profiler was looking at him differently. He glanced at his watched, wondering how long it would be until his Very Important conversation with Morgan about Reid could have told him, like, years ago, because they were close like that, and Morgan didn’t judge. He had a gay friend! (Now).
“Thanks,” Reid said, and he glanced down at his bag, ready to grab the latest George R.R. Martin book to make everything stop, before he caught Hotch’s eye. He appeared bemused.
“I mean it,” Prentiss said, even with Reid having the book in hand. “It doesn’t change everything.”
“Of course it doesn’t, it’s 2012,” Reid replied, with a little bit of annoyance in his voice, which was amplified by the fact that a grin was beginning to form on Hotch’s face and he looked very, very-
“Seriously, Spencer,” Morgan said, since they had to use first names in all Very Important personal conversations. “You could have-”
“What is all that noise?” Rossi asked, sitting up halfway. Reid and Morgan glanced at each other and smirked - they had both been telling him for years to get noise canceling headphones if he was going to get all grouchy with them. “Reid, did you finally tell everyone that you’re gay?”
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Re: Revelations, NC-17, 1b/?
“Was I in the bathroom?” Rossi asked.
“No, the night before that. When we had the pomengritas that you didn’t want to order because of some vendetta you have against one of nature’s super fruits-” And just like that, a debate sprung up about pomengranites, their addition to margaritas, and other important issues. Reid grinned as he opened his book. He had a special touch for this, with these people. Before he went back to where he left off he glanced at Hotch, who just shook his head before pulling out his tablet. Oooook, Reid thought, and even though it had been amusing and all, it really didn’t make him feel any better about anything.
* *
“Reid,” Hotch said, after they got back the building. “Let me give you a ride. It’s late.”
“Oh, really, it’s not necessary,” Reid said, and would have kept objecting, as was standard, were it not for the sort of wounded sort of something else look in Hotch’s eyes. “I mean, OK. Sure.” He adjusted his bag on his shoulders and looked down, just hoping Hotch didn’t intend for his promised date to be tonight, because it was late and he had been anxious all day, and- He paused, catching Morgan and Prentiss exchange a look with each other, noting Reid deviating from script. Hmmm... he thought. Maybe this is a little bit fun, after all...
When they got to the car, Hotch smiled at him. “Jack isn’t home,” he said. “He’s with Jessica.”
“Oh,” Reid said, and Hotch shook his head and leaned over. He laid a hand on the side of Reid’s face and pulled him in, kissing him hard.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he said, and then noticed Reid’s slightly distressed look. “Tinted windows.”
“Ah,” Reid said. “Well.” He took the opportunity to kiss Hotch back, this time inserting his tongue into the older agent’s mouth. He sighed as Hotch took control and leaned into the hand that was pulling closer across the divide between sheets.
Hotch pulled away, actually smiling. “We should get back,” he said, and Reid nodded, sort of wide eyed. Not that, in all of his thoughts on this, he hadn’t thought Hotch would be a good kisser - it was, as Diana explained, always the silent types. But! Hotch was a really good kisser, and good at other things - without any practice! A natural! This was...lucky, really, and Reid sighed and then blushed.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Hotch said.
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“Would it be rude if, rather than offer you a drink or something, I just sort of guided you towards my bedroom?” Hotch asked, and Reid smiled at him and shook his head no. He was very sexy when he smiled - despite everything, Spencer Reid had an easy, intoxicating smile. It was one of the first things that had made Hotch realize that he might be in trouble in regards to his youngest agent.
Reid reached and grabbed his hand, which made Hotch shudder in a different way. It wasn’t just not wanting to disappoint - even if he was the less experienced party, he was very cognizant of the fact that Reid was...fragile, in a certain way. “Lead the way,” Reid said, and Hotch smiled in return and guided him upstairs and to his bedroom. He cursed under his breath when he saw the state that it was in - he was usually so neat, but he had struggled to get Jack off to school that morning and pack a go-bag and shave so that he didn’t look like he had spent the weekend hiking and playing in the mud with his child. A few shirts were strewn about, ties were across a chair, and-
“Oh, please, Aaron Hotcher - you should see my apartment,” Reid said, and Hotch had to groan at this. Spencer responded by kissing him, and Hotch found that this allowed for an easy transition to the bed.
As they both sat on the edge and began to work at each other’s clothes, an image of Reid on the airplane flashed before Hotch and he pulled back. “Spencer, about today, I-”
“Not now,” Reid said, shaking his head. “Unless what you want to say is so revelatory that it will prevent what is about to happen.”
“No,” Hotch said, and Reid nodded.
“Good,” he replied, and pulled Hotch’s tie off cleanly and began to unbutton his shirt. A hand ran down Hotch’s chest and across the smooth expanse. Reid made a slight moaning sound in his mouth that made Hotch immediately turn his focus to getting the younger profiler’s pants off. Another pair of tight boxer briefs greeted him and he put a hand over Reid’s erection, leading to a pair of raised eyebrows.
“Was that too-”
“No, I encourage you to-” Reid said, and pulled him in for another kiss. It is probably time to start buying nice underwear again Hotch thought as Reid pulled his off and then rolled back on the bed, exposing his entire naked body. Hotch had been preoccupied, last time, wanting so many things, and he realized now he had not spent enough time taking Reid in. He was slender, yes, but also toned and muscular.
Hotch laid down next to him and kissed him, hard - last evening, this had gone on for a long while, but he was having difficulty waiting without the uncertainty. He put his hand against Reid again and began to kiss at his neck and ear. “Aaron-”
“Right,” Hotch said, pulling back and reaching into his bedside drawer, taking out lube and a condom that had been in there for far too long to be - not that that is really a concern, here he told himself, and smiled softly at Reid. He slicked his hand and began to work it against Reid, who bucked into him, his hips thrusting hard into Hotch’s touch. Hotch had not experienced eagerness like this in a long while, and he felt a familiar tightening begin that made him grin into Reid’s hair and clasp his mouth against his neck again. “Mm, I want you-”
“Very much so,” Reid replied, and his thumb was against Hotch’s nipple and twisting hard. Hotch bit at his lip, slightly.
“I mean, unless - it doesn’t have to-”
Reid stopped his with a kiss, which seemed to be his standard silencing method during these moments. Hotch did not object. “Aaron. I like - I mean, I prefer-”
Re: Revelations, NC-17, 2b/?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Reid replied, and so Hotch added another finger, beginning to scissor. The sensation was strange, foreign, but also - and literally - hot. There was something unique in this kind of intimacy, in someone allowing him such access...he paused, for a moment, considering it. Of course he had thought about it, but with little to compare it to. “More, you can do more,” Reid said, interrupting him, and Hotch continued to open him until the younger profiler grunted impatiently and then rolled on his back again. “Oh, please,” he said.
“I can’t refuse that,” Hotch replied, slicking himself and shivering at the memory of last night and the anticipation of what he was about to experience. “Oh, you feel perfect,” he said, sliding in much easier than the night before - which made sense, he supposed.
“Same,” Reid said, and used his legs to pull Hotch in as he rolled his hips, allowing Hotch access to his mouth. Hotch kissed him, hard, keeping his strokes slow - mostly to contain himself. The sensation of Reid was beyond what he remembered, and it was intoxicating. He closed his eyes for a moment and then pressed a hand on Reid’s chest as he began to thrust harder.
Then Reid clenched against him, and Hotch had to stop. “I’m sorry, was-”
“No, that was very...that is very much encouraged,” Hotch said. “As long as you don’t-” Reid cut him off with a grin and repeated the movement, then groaned as Hotch moved forward and presumably grazed his prostate.
“There, yes, oh, fuck, Aaron...” he murmured, and Hotch increased his pace, sensing that Reid was likely in the same place that he was.
Again, Hotch came hard and fast - and was surprised when Reid did as well, across his own stomach. He had completely forgotten to work his hand against the younger profiler and yet- “Oh,” he managed.
“Yeah,” Reid said, keeping eye contact. “Definitely. Yeah.”
Hotch rolled off, and smiled as Reid pressed his head into his chest and almost curled into him. Neither said anything for awhile. “I don’t think I explained myself as well as I should have,” Hotch said, finally. “I have no intention of this being some sort of-”
“No, no, I overreacted, I was just - I thought - I mean. Nevermind.” Reid said.
Hotch took the younger profiler’s chin and pulled it up towards him so that Reid could see him shaking his head. “Spencer. You’re very...uhm...attractive. I mean - what is a good word?”
Spencer shrugged, and smiled. “Handsome? Hot? Gorgeous is sometimes used to describe males but usually the male model type ones-”
“Then I’ll use that one,” Hotch said, and adopted Reid’s method of keeping objections to this at bay. “I just thought, I don’t know-”
“Do you routinely develop thought experiments to perform on us?” Reid asked.
“No. Perhaps. But!” Hotch said, catching Reid’s glance. “I’ve never got the chance to, you know, implement one.” Reid nodded.
“Want to make it interesting?” he asked.
Re: Revelations, NC-17, 2c/?
“Garcia, Morgan, Rossi,” said Reid. “They can both always tell when...” he trailed off and just nodded at Hotch, who smiled at him and ran a hand through Reid’s thick hair. This was a factor he had not considered - no, he told himself, even with that type of intuition, Morgan will largely be clueless towards this.
“Rossi-” Because he was pretty sure, after their earlier enigmatic exchange, that Rossi already knew, “Garcia, Prentiss.”
“What do I win?” Reid asked.
“Whatever you want,” Hotch said, and then blushed. “I mean-”
“No, I like that,” Reid said, and then he yawned. “Do you mind if I take a raincheck on the drink? Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” He paused, looking briefly panic stricken. “I mean, it is OK, right, that I-”
“I told you it was, in Buffalo,” Hotch said, continuing to stroke his hair. “And why would I say Jack was out. And yes, I have a toothbrush you can use.”
“Great,” Reid said, and yawned again.
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Re: Revelations, NC-17, 2c/?
Fill: Revelations, 3a/?
“I just sort of crashed when I got home - no time for laundry,” Reid said, glancing down at the sweater vest, button down, and tie that were all repeats from the week - though he had put them in a new and perhaps seizure inducing combination. “I need to get better about that.”
“Tell me about it,” Prentiss said, but her eyes were slightly narrowed. “I hate when we get back and then there’s a Friday.”
Reid just nodded. He was glad it was a Friday, especially since word had come that Jack had asked to stay with Jessica on Saturday because of some sort of sporting event they were all going to go to - apparently a ticket had been purchased for him under the assumption the Buffalo case would take longer.
“Plans for the weekend, then?” Prentiss asked with an arch of her eyebrow.
“Yeah, well, sort of, you know. New order came from Amazon and, ugh. Yeah.” Reid raised both his eyebrows and nodded at her. Was it wrong that he was going to attempt to manipulate events in his favor? Certainly Hotch would do the same - wouldn’t he? Too much, there. He could spiral down that line of thought for a long time.
“Good to see you back, fellow campers,” Garcia called as she exited the elevator next to theirs. “How was the snow? Sad I missed it - I’ve never seen a proper snowstorm.”
“It was...wet. White. Rossi bitched about it and his shoes and his trousers,” Prentiss shrugged.
Garcia grinned at Reid and then took his arm. “And you!” she said - she sometimes looked slightly psychotic when she got this exited, and Reid decided to take that observation under advisement. “We need to have a talk, I hear.”
“Do we?” Reid managed - she was stronger than she looked. Garcia gave him a slow now, her smile large. Prentiss grinned at him as he was led away to Garcia’s dungeon.
Garcia closed the door as she simultaneously pushed them in. “Now tell me, Dr. Reid, why you decided to withhold vital information from Mama Garcia.” She almost leered at him.
“What?” Reid asked, staggering backwards, wondering how? How had she done this so soon? Not that he was that concerned - it meant that victory was possibly within reach.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about your little revelation over Mexican food, mi amigo?” She pursed her lips. “You didn’t think, oh, you know how else isn’t around to hear this-”
“Oh,” Reid said. “I’m sorry.” I was preoccupied.
Garcia pouted, and then sat down in her desk chair and patted the chair next to her. “Sit down, Pretty Boy. Let’s dish.”
“Are you going to try and set me up with someone?” Reid asked, still standing. Garcia wrinkled her nose.
“Why would you assume that?”
“You seem to be the sort of person who is, uhm, in possession of...gay friends?” Sadly, the last bit came out at a much higher pitch than Reid would have liked. Thankfully, Garcia grinned at him and rubbed her hands together.
“Oh, I do. Do I ever!”
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“There was that guy, out in Wisconsin, remember, he liked a big disemboweled spectacle to. Do you think it’s the cold that makes them do it?” He cocked his head at Hotch, searching.
“Makes them dismember people? We’ve had that done in plenty of warm places, too. I wouldn’t say it’s an environmental factor.” Hotch glanced down at his own report and frowned. It was very difficult to think about doing work when he wanted to think about what he was going to do this weekend - first, the promised date, second...
“I’m sorry, am I distracting you?” Rossi asked, which alerted Hotch and made him look the other man in the eye. Rossi was never concerned with this.
“No, no...” Hotch said, pondering an ethical question - was it alright to influence this little bet? There had been no rules set. Would Reid do that? Or would he assume that Hotch was above that sort of thing and abstain? Of course, one could argue that just by knowing about the bet and engaging in conversation with their co-workers it was interfering, influencing... Hotch shook his head. Sometimes he couldn’t help but revert back to his law school training, where he had to sit in class and be ready to argue any issue when the professor blindly called on him.
“Are you sure? We can talk, you know. About...things.” Rossi raised an eyebrow at him, and Hotch realized that they hadn’t qualified how they would determine if knowledge had been achieved - he supposed it would have to be overt, and inwardly groaned. Rossi was the least likely to be overt - a crucial miscalculation.
“It was a difficult case,” Hotch said. “Even if we just had the one live victim - those sorts of things...well.” He nodded his head.
“Do you remember that cannibal - the one who served the church congregation the women? That was one of those cases that stuck...” Rossi began to digress, then, about cannibalism and the specific psychological underpinnings of it.
Hotch leaned back and took it all in, smiling slightly. Where to go for dinner? What sort of things did Reid eat, anyway? Did Reid eat - Hotch realized he had only ever seen him pick at things when food was set out. No wonder he was so...
“I mean, he was serious about eating them, too, with that recipe book, which I thought was quite unique...didn’t you, Aaron?” Hotch nodded, smiling slightly at him.
* * *
“How are you?” Hotch pulled out of his internal monologue. He had been trying to decide what sort of beverage to get from the cafeteria for lunch. He always leaned towards Diet Coke, but was trying to decrease his intake. Still, he told himself, it was Friday...
He smiled at JJ, who smiled back. Neither of them had picked her, he realized. “I’m alright. Glad it’s Friday. You?”
“Just take the Diet Coke, Hotch,” JJ said. “There are so many worse things that I’m presuming you’re not involved with.” Hotch wasn’t sure why, but there was a slight and involuntarily facial tic that took over his lip and cheek region. JJ immediately cocked her head at this. “Something I should know? Something you want to get off your chest?” She gave him that smile - what Prentiss had once called her popular girl smile, in one of the few times he had heard the other woman say something like that about JJ.
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Re: Fill: Revelations, 3c/?
“Well, like I said - in this job, that happens,” she said. “How do you think the chicken looks?”
“I was thinking pasta,” Hotch replied. The chicken was slightly tepid looking, as per usual - one of those days when he wished he had packed his lunch, except that the reason that had precluded him from doing so was probably very worthwhile.
“I just wanted to make sure I was seeing the same thing,” JJ said, and did the little furrow thing she did with her brows as she looked him over - as though she saw something.
* *
“Here’s the report on Buffalo,” Morgan said, waving it as he stood in Hotch’s doorway.
“That’s great,” Hotch said.
“Never good to leave these over the weekends,” Morgan said. “You just never feel like you’ve left work. Better to make a clean break.”
“Uh-huh,” Hotch said.
“So...” Morgan said.
“You can give it to me, Morgan,” Hotch said, looking up. “I appreciate it.” He paused, realizing that Morgan was attempting to get some sort of response out of him. “Do you...have plans this weekend?”
“Yeah, a little bit. I need to just decompress a little, do laundry, clean up...” Hotch nodded along with this, though he suspected that this was nothing like what Derek Morgan did with his weekends. He had to meet all of his lady friends somewhere.
“I know what you mean,” Hotch said. “I packed Jack up in a flurry to get him over to Jessica’s. I’ve got Saturday to pick up, at least.”
“He’s not back at yours-?” Morgan asked, looking perplexed.
Hotch shook his head. “They bought him a ticket to the hockey game this weekend, thinking I’d still be in Buffalo. I couldn’t say no to that.”
“Never say no to a hockey ticket,” Morgan said, still looking perplexed. He suspects something... Hotch thought. He had to admit, he was surprised to get to the end of the day without anything breaking out. Everyone was tired, though. “Have a good one,” he said, giving him that lingering confused look.
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Fill: Revelations, 4a/?, NC-17
“I’m glad you liked it,” Hotch said. “I only read reviews online, so...” Makes sense, Reid thought. There was probably not a lot of cause to get Thai food when you had a five year-old...he frowned, slightly. They were going to have to confront that at some point. Reid hoped they had some sort of children’s book out there to assist - Jack Has Two Daddies with Conceal and Carry Permits (for Law Enforcement Purposes Only!).
Reid smiled at him. He felt, despite sleeping with Hotch - twice - that he was still in some bizarro world. Not that he minded, if this was the case, but it was unlikely, given that Prentiss hadn’t turned up to work with a goatee. “So, did you have any other-”
“Are you thinking dinner and movie? Because that can be accomplished back on your couch,” Reid said. Hotch blushed, which was incredibly endearing. “I’m sorry, I-”
“No. I like your enthusiasm,” Hotch said, smiling slightly. “Back home - I mean, to mine, then.” It was Reid’s turn to blush - he had said home, right? He categorized his dwelling as home! Reid smiled and allowed himself to digest for the rest of the ride while making general, pleasant conversation. This was so much easier than it had ever been before - something could be said for the fact they had worked together as colleagues for so long, but Reid decided that since he was in a haze of goodwill he was going to attribute it to their innate chemistry.
He carried said haze of goodwill inside, where he pulled Hotch in for a deep, satisfying kiss. He pressed his tongue inwards and tangled it with Hotch’s, then bit lightly on his the older agent’s lip when he withdrew. “Oh,” Hotch said.
“Oh?” Reid asked, taking a slight step backwards and realizing he had also looped a finger through Hotch’s belt loop.
“I - well, I don’t want you to be...since I haven’t...” Hotch began, and Reid decided that this might be something that was best dealt with before it grew.
“I’m very, thank you,” Reid replied. “Besides, this is how it starts, right? When you figure the other person out?” He smiled slightly, and Hotch nodded, soft smile creeping across his face.
“I have some Netflix...” Hotch said, “but I’m guessing from where your hand is that that was just a ploy of some sorts.”
“I am interested in a movie,” Reid said. “But I never gave any indication when I wanted to watch the movie over the course of the evening.”
Reid sensed some residual tenseness in Hotch as they undressed one another, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. All of the men he had slept with - not that it was a very large sample size - had all been more experienced than he was. He stroked Hotch over his underpants and nipped gently at his ear, hoping to relieve at least some of it. “I want to do something for you,” Hotch said.
“Oh?” Reid asked, pressing a little harder. “I think you’ve done quite a lot-”
Hotch shifted, kissing at Reid’s collar bone and then moving down to his nipple. Reid yelped, slightly. “Sorry!” he said, as Hotch glanced up at him, head still resting on his chest. “Sensitive.”
“Mmm,” Hotch said, licking lightly, and Reid moaned this time. He kissed further down, stopping around Reid’s belly button - and it was then that Reid realized what Hotch was suggesting. “You’ll let me know-?”
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Re: Fill: Revelations, 4b/?, NC-17
“Yeah?” Hotch asked, and he did the same thing with his tongue as he did with his finger. Reid shivered when his mouth touched him softly, taking in just the tip. His lips were unbelievably soft and delicate.
“That’s...definitely...” Reid managed, as Hotch slowly moved lower and lower. “Good.”
Hotch moved up, and then down, and Reid closed his eyes and moaned lightly, recognizing that it was important to give encouragement here. “Just...oh! Right there!” he said, as Hotch lingered around the edges of the tip with his lips. Hotch glanced up at him, and Reid met his eyes and promptly put his hands through Hotch’s short hair. Hotch’s tongue danced around the tip and then he proceeded down, again, and soon he seemed to settle and grow more confident with what he was doing. So confident that Reid had to open his eyes. “Hotch - I - if you want...”
“I want you to. With me,” Hotch said, pulling back. Reid nodded, his eyebrows raised.
Hotch knew, figuratively and literally, what buttons to press as he opened Reid, and Reid had to restrain himself from grinding himself into Hotch as they lay side by side because it would likely do him in. Instead, he focused on kissing - hard, deep, trying to express how good what the other agent was doing felt. “Fuck, you have no idea-” Reid began, and bit hit tongue a little bit too late.
“No,” Hotch said, and ceased moving his fingers. “I don’t.” He appeared troubled.
“Later,” Reid said, and he ground down onto Hotch. “Right now... I would very much like...”
“You would very much like?” Hotch asked, scissoring and grazing Reid’s prostitute, almost in a teasing manner. Reid shuddered, slightly, this was developing nicely. As Hotch removed his fingers and began to work the lube over himself and the condom, Reid rolled onto his back and used a leg to pull the older profiler in. He was feeling - was sassy an appropriate word? It must be the spicy food. He grinned as Hotch lined himself up and sighed as the other agent entered him, this time easily - perhaps finally comfortable with the fact that he wouldn’t hurt Reid, that they would fit together nicely. “That, you would very much like?”
Playful, Reid amended. He was feeling playful, this was playful - and he would prefer that over serious any day, despite what his 9-5 demeanor might suggest. He was surprised to see that Hotch was the same way, though he knew he shouldn’t be. Hotch was definitely one of those people who had another side to him, who was a private person. Reid smiled, pleased that he was now able to witness that side that Hotch saved for- “Oh, god!” he said, as Hotch hit him right, and hard, and he clenched and thrust back in response.
“More,” Hotch said, and Reid complied, liking how guttural Hotch sounded, how it was a little bit like a command. He arched his back and pressed against Hotch’s strokes and moaned hard when Hotch’s hand grasped his cock and began to move that in unison.
“Yes,” Reid said, and found himself cresting soon and hard - not a problem, because he liked the feeling of Hotch finishing as he rode the end of his own orgasm.
Hotch pulled out and collapsed into him, and Reid ran his fingers through the short and now damp hair. “That was...really. Excellent,” Reid said. Positive reinforcement, right? Hotch made some panting sounds and then looked up from Reid’s chest, smiling softly.
“Good,” he said. “I want that. For you.”
Reid kissed him softly, just grazing Hotch’s lips. They lay in silence for some time before Hotch broke it. “Were you still interested in a movie?” he asked, voice soft - as though he was still a little afraid that Reid was just going to leave.
“Absolutely,” Reid said. Cuddling on the couch with Hotch, post-coital? Absolutely a good way to spend a Friday evening.
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Re: Fill: Revelations, 4b/?, NC-17