Vanilla Coffee - Chapter 1

„Chug-a-lug", shouted Derek Morgan and JJ, Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia did as they were told. Then the three female agents pulled him out of his seat and dragged him to the dance floor. Hotch smiled lightly at his co-workers, trying not to look too bored.

The team of the BAU were at a casino with a bar and a dancing area attached, having a belated celebration for Morgan's birthday. It had been two weeks ago but on the actual day he had gone to Chicago to visit his family. This had led to a nerve wracking case and this weekend was the first one the team had off since then.

Hotch sat at a table in the bar area drinking beer, looking around, feeling out of place. He didn't want to be here but Morgan was his friend and it was not like Hotch had anything better to do. Sitting alone in an empty house was his alternative and not much of an improvement to sitting alone at a crowded casino bar. At least here there was something worth looking at.

He watched Spencer Reid winning another game of poker and smiled. One could truly see that this boy was from Vegas. Once again Hotch noticed how utterly beautiful and sweet the youngest of the agents was. As Reid stuffed the chips he had won into the pockets of his cord pants, Hotch started to fantasize about taking those off. He shook his head as if this could make these inappropriate thoughts go away. Suddenly two girls who had watched the poker game, approached Reid and started hitting on him, playing with his hair and laughing. When one of them whispered something into Spencers ear and he chuckled, Hotch felt a sting.

He quickly emptied his drink and went over to Morgan who was doing some kind of dirty dancing with Garcia, to say goodbye. Hotch had not told anybody that Haley was gone and that she had taken Jack with her, so Morgan thought he was heading home to his family. Otherwise he would have probably not accepted the fact that his boss was leaving way too early. As Hotch walked up to the coat check, he heard Reid call his name and turned around. „You're heading out?", asked the younger agent as he approached him. Hotch nodded and Reid smiled „I should get going too. The passengers on the subway get creepier by the hour".

Hotch looked puzzled „You came here by subway?"

Reid nodded and said almost apologetically: „I didn't know if I'd be drinking"

Hotch's confusion rose, he could not recall having seen Reid drink alcohol before and even if he had, certainly not to such an extend which would make him incapable of driving. „I can take you home", Hotch said without thinking.

„Really?" Reid's eyes starting glowing and Hotch felt his heart jump but before he could interpret too much into this he recollected himself. Reid was probably just relieved he would not have to deal with drunks and hobos on the subway.

„Sure, let me just get my coat", he said and wanted to turn away from Reid, but did not do so as he felt him touching his elbow. „I still have to get these tokens changed into cash. Wait for me?", he asked him. Hotch nodded and sighed when Reid rushed off. He knew that driving his subordinate home was probably not the best idea considering how he felt for him. No, the problem was that he did not know how he felt for him. His emotions reminded Aaron of the feeling, he had had when he had seen Haley for the first time back in High School. A typical immature crush. Only this one now was far more frustrating. Even though, Hotch had had to join the drama department to get close to Haley, he had gotten what he wanted. He knew she would say yes when he asked her out and he knew she was the woman he was going to marry. Of course he had not known that they would split up over something as trivial as his job but from the beginning there had not been any doubt that he would get what he wanted.

Aaron felt the urge to hit his head against something hard. He knew better than to fall for a co-worker. A male co-worker. No, Aaron Hotchner was too old to develop a High School crush on Spencer Reid. But was that all it was? He did not know when all this had started. He just knew that he had always enjoyed spending time with him. This had been partly the reason why he had spent more time at work than with Haley. Maybe Spencer Reid had been the cause of his marriage failure all along?

He inhaled deeply as he saw the man he had just been thinking about approaching him. „Where's your coat?", he asked. Hotch had been buried in thought, he had completely forgotten about that. „I was just thinking", he said slowly, racking his brains for an excuse, „maybe you want to stay a bit longer, now that you don't have to worry about the people on the subway?"

„Naah", Spencer shook his head, „Morgan's too busy flirting, I don't think he cares if we're here or not. And by the way, there were two girls practically throwing themselves at me just because I won some money and I don't want to put up with them"

„I'm sure that was not the only reason they were coming onto you", Hotch said and wanted to bite his tongue. This so wasn't him. He was not the person to speak without thinking and as much as he wanted to blame the one beer he had consumed, he knew that this was not the alcohol talking.

„Yes it was. But I'm okay with that. I didn't want anything from them anyway. So what are we doing now?", Reid asked, looking at Hotch with his big hazel eyes.

As much as Hotch desired to say something else, his brain forced himself to utter: „Why don't I just take you home?", and he finally turned to the coat check. He used the little time he had while the lady behind the counter searched for his coat to calm himself down. He knew this comment might have hurt Reid but everything would be fine if he only dropped him off at his apartment. He put on his coat and looked at Reid with a subtle smile to assure him that he wasn't mad, that he did want to drive him home, just nothing more. The younger man smiled back and followed him to his car. They both got in and Reid told Hotch his address. For a few minutes neither of them spoke, then Hotch asked: „Why didn't you want anything from those girls? They were pretty hot looking, weren't they?"

Spencer bit his lip nervously. „Yeah, I guess. I don't, um, know about that. They were not... my type and as I said they were just after my money"

Hotch focused on the road but did not let the subject drop, „Not your type?"

When Reid did not answer, he tried it differently, „Well, what is your type?"

„I... I didn't mean it like that. It's just I don't... there is only... Um, can we please not talk about this?", Reid stuttered and in order to change the subject he started rambling and reciting irrelevant statistics about gold diggers. He did not stop until Hotch pulled into the parking space in front of his apartment complex. Reid got out of the car and asked him if he wanted to come upstairs for a cup of coffee. Hotch knew he should leave but he could not bring himself to decline this offer. While ascending the stairs to Reid apartment, he told Spencer that coffee was probably not the best choice at this hour and when Reid unlocked his door, he promised his boss to fix him a vanilla ice milk shake instead. Hotch smiled at this. It was obvious that Reid was not used to have people over. He looked around the living room and was still smiling when he sat down on the couch, taking the glass Reid offered him. Hotch took a sip and looked at Reid sitting down next to him with a mug filled with steaming hot coffee. His smile froze. Why had Reid invited him in? Aaron tried to lock eyes with his co-worker but he stared to the floor. He took Reid's mug out of his hands and placed it together with the milk shake on the table in front of him. „What is going on?", Hotch asked, trying to hide his anxiousness. Had Spencer noticed his odd behaviour? Had he seen his lecherous gaze at the casino? Hotch had tried not to let his poker face slip, had he tried too hard? Had it been obvious? After all, Reid was a profiler.

„N-n-nothing", he mumbled, visibly nervous as well. When Reid slowly turned to look at him with wide eyes, a wave of lust hit Hotch and he lost all of his self-control. He grabbed the younger mans head, pulled it towards him and kissed him. Hotch's mouth sank into Reids full, soft lips and he shivered with excitement. For a moment the two men did not move and Hotch starting to come to his senses again, wanted to pull back, when Reid's mouth opened slightly. He returned Aaron's kiss and slowly pushed his tongue against his bosses thin lips. Hotch opened them, letting Reid's tongue explore his mouth. Their kiss gained intensity and Hotch had to interrupt it to catch his breath. When their lips met again, Reid moaned and Hotch felt his blood move from his brain into another area of his body. Eager he loosened his tie and pulled Reid's shirt out of his trousers. He parted their lips to push the sweatervest over Reid's head and when his hands moved down to unbuckle Reid's belt, the younger man used the pause to stutter „Um, Hotch, I never... I've never done this before"

Hotch grinned and move the younger man until he supined on his couch. He opened Reid's zipper and answered, „Me neither"

As he pulled Reid's pants down, Reid licked his lips and lifted his head: „What? You are married", he panted, „You have a child"

„Exactly. I met Haley in High School, she was the only one...", Hotch had been about to remove Spencer's boxers when he realized what he had just been told. „Oh you mean... you've never... at all? Not even with a woman?"

Aaron Hotchner felt like he had been hit in the face. His common sense finally came back to him and he ceased from his younger co-worker. For a few minutes he had switched off his brain and this could have ended real bad, he thought. He got mad at himself for letting it come this far. He was not the type of man to do something without thinking about it. He was not the person to throw caution to the wind.

„I am sorry, Spencer. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have come here. This was a mistake. I'm sorry", he stumbled, fighting the feeling of nausea rising inside him.

„H-Hotch?", the younger agent whimpered, sitting up „Why are you sorry?"

Hotch felt dizzy and tripped over the table, causing the glass and the mug to fall, mixing their contents together. „I am sorry", he said once again, took his coat and left the apartment.