4 Short Hotch/Reid Drabbles
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Title: Body Paint
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: : Hotch/Reid, body painting.
"I look about as ridiculous as I feel." Aaron moaned, looking in the mirror.
Returning from the bathroom in a Superman costume with a fresh tub of paint mix, Spencer sighed, "Of course you look ridiculous, I'm not finished. You're blotchy."
"Yeeaah," Aaron replied, "Blotchy, that must be it." and looked at Spencer over his bare, green shoulder with a look pleading for pity, "Can't I go as Bruce Banner?"
Frowning and grunting in frustration, Spencer cried, "For the millionth time! You. Are NOT The Hulk! You are the Martian Manhunter! Why is that so hard to remember?"
"Because I'm green and wearing purple!" Replied Aaron, exasperated.
Spencer closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You're wearing blue, not purple and it's a cape, not torn shorts." he said, sounding like he was on the verge of snapping.
Crossing his painted arms over his 'blotchy' chest, Aaron replied, "No-bodies gonna know the difference."
"It's a Comic Book Convention!" Spencer yelled, "EVERY-BODIES going to know the difference."
"Why do you get to be Superman?" Aaron asked, feeling not unlike a petulant child.
"Because I called it." His lover whined in response. As the words left his mouth, Spencer's face fell, his shoulders sagged and he exhaled deeply, muttering "I'm an adult FBI agent. What am I doing?"
Instantly feeling bad, Aaron reached out to his partner only to have him move away. "Spencer, I was just being a jerk."
"No, no. I was being unreasonable. I don't know what I'm doing, I've never been interested in these conventions before. If you really want to leave, we can. It's fine." Spencer seemed really upset at himself, and that just wouldn't do.
"Spence, baby. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I love how enthusiastic you got about this. I do want to go to the convention, because of you. I love seeing you immersed in something you love." he said, smiling, "It's not because of an interest in Comics, I was much more into coin collecting as a kid."
A teasing smirk made it's way onto Spencer's face as he mumbled, "Coins? Nerd."
Laughing and grabbing his lover, Aaron chuckled, "Oh is that so Superman?"
"Aaron!" Spencer cried, giggling and wriggling in his arms, "You're getting paint all over my costume."
Holding on and planting small kisses all over the squirming man, Aaron said, "So, you said Superman and the Martian Manhunter where friends right?"
Struggling to breath though laughs, Spencer said, "Yeah ….. but I don't think they …. made out."
"How do you know?" Aaron said lasciviously and tackled his, laughing, superhero boyfriend to their shared bed.
Title: Fuller
Rating - PG-13
Prompt: Hotch/Reid, when Hotch realises Reid's pants have gotten tighter.
He had to be imagining it. He had known Spencer Reid for many years and he had always been the scrawny, awkward kid. The sight before him had to either be his own imagination or an imposter.
Because Hotch could simply not handle living in a world where Reid had an ass that amazing.
Where the hell had it come from? Was it the pants? Had he started getting his pants fitted? No, there was no cut of trousers that could hide a backside like that for 8 years.
Aaron thought more about it and realized that it wasn't just the contents of his pants that had changed, Reid as a whole had filled out, both physically and emotionally. Looking at him now, Aaron could no longer see the too-skinny and shy kid he used to.
The man stood before him now was exactly that, a man.
'A sexy man.' Hotch's thoughts chimed in.
Shaking his head, he tried hard to push those thoughts from his mind. He was Reid's boss and it was highly inappropriate for him to be thinking this way.
So it was much to his dismay that his gaze kept creeping back to his subordinates hot ass as the other man was analyzing the geographical profile for the case they were working.
'Even if you could possibly consider the idea of a relationship with a member of the team, a male member no less, he probably wouldn't even want you.'
That thought allowed Hotch a small amount of comfort even as it stung. Yeah, it was a bit harsh of his mind to taunt him like that, but it was true. As long as he was secure in the knowledge that Reid would never share his desire, he could handle this new and sudden crush.
At that moment, Reid turned and much to Hotch's embarrassment, caught his boss staring at his ass.
What Hotch had not being expecting was for Reid's eyes to light up, his mouth to curl into a smirk and for him to flick out his tongue to wet his full lips.
Holding his gaze for a few more moments, Reid soon cleared his throat and turned back to the map on the wall, making no move what so ever to keep Hotch from checking him out some more.
There was only one thing of which the Unit Chief was sure of at that moment.
He was screwed.
Title: Nine or Ten?
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: H/R/any female character— at Comic-Con dressed as (choice of Star Trek, Dr. Who, Merlin, or mixed)
Hotch knew why he was here, he had made the grave mistake of actually betting against his poker-cheating-and-yes-he-cheated-and-that's-that lover. But what he couldn't figure out was how Prentiss had gotten roped into this.
Or at least he had wondered. However the second they had walked into this living nightmare, Prentiss had shown that she was quite the fan. Who would have guessed it? Bad-ass Agent Prentiss, a Doctor Who fanatic?
As they where making their way over to yet another booth, with Prentiss and Spencer chatting happily about the parallels between the Daleks and the Nazi's, Some tall, scrawny guy, scrawnier that Spencer even, walked past and cheered, "Hey, cool costumes! The quality's great!"
"Thank you." Enthused Spencer, before the kid walked off, waving to some woman who seemed to be some kind of feline alien in a nuns uniform. When he turned round, he noticed Spencer and Prentiss giving him an 'I told you so.' look.
Aaron mustered up the most sincere smile he could, which wasn't actually that sincere at all and just thanked the heavens that Spencer hadn't picked out (as had been a stipulation of the wager.) a costume as bad as some of the ones around him.
Actually, away from this ridiculous setting, Aaron would have thought he looked pretty good. He was wearing a white plain tee with a black faux leather jacket and tight black jeans. Spencer had told him he was dressed as someone called Jack, then he had chuckled.
Spencer and Prentiss themselves weren't looking to bad.
Spencer was wearing a pinstripe suite and tie, with a beige trench coat and a pair of converse. His short hair had been ruffled into a spiky style. And Prentiss looked nice but very unlike herself in a red faux leather jacket and blue jeans with her hair twisted up into a style that reminded Aaron of a pineapple, tiny little gems where mixed in there too. Spencer was apparently The Doctor, or Ten as he had called him and Prentiss was a character named Martha.
'Martha may not have been universally loved but she was a strong, capable character who deserves a lot more love than she gets.'Prentiss had said indignantly when Spencer had asked if she was sure that was the character she wanted to emulate. His lover had backed down immediately, a wise move in Aaron's opinion.
As Prentiss engrossed herself in the merchandise for sale from the booth, Spencer turned to him and said, "You're hating this aren't you?"
"I have to admit, it's not as bad as I thought it would be." It was the most enthusiastic response Aaron could come up with, even if it was a lie, this was far worse that he had expected. And from the look on his face, Spencer knew that too.
But, Spencer had also trained with him several times in preparation for the marathon, and Aaron knew how much he hated that. So the least Aaron could do was try to act the part here today. After all, if he where really honest with himself, Spencer had probably, maybe won that game fairly. Maybe.
Spencer gave him a grateful smile and said, "Thank you for saying that, it's not much longer."
"Oh thank god." Aaron breathed in relief causing Spencer to chuckle.
"I. Am going to make this up to you. I booked us a room." Spencer said, stepping closer to him. They weren't concerned about Prentiss seeing them, the whole team knew.
"Is that right?" Aaron asked, swallowing the desire to drag his lover away to that room right that second.
"Mmm, hmm." Spencer hummed, fingering the zipper of his jacked. He looked up at Aaron, those wide, shining eyes filled with lust and promise, "On the other side of the hotel from Emily. So you can be as loud as you want." and leaned in to press a chaste to his lips.
Growling, Aaron pulled him closer and took his mouth in a passionate kiss.
They were about to get inappropriately lost in the kiss when some guy from the left of them said,
"Hey. You can't do that."
Aaron and Spencer parted, turning equally as indignant eyes on the young teen dressed in the same style as Spencer only less fetchingly and looking at them with disdain.
"Excuse me?" Aaron and Spencer turned their heads to see Prentiss stood with he hands on her hips, anger in her eyes.
Looking a little intimidated by Prentiss' glare, the kid continued none the less,
"It's just, Ten never kissed Jack, that was Nine!"
Title: Magnificent
Rating: PG-13. Warning: Violence/Bullying.
Prompt: Hotch/Reid - Hotch is a college professor, Reid is his student
He knew the answer.
Of course he knew the answer, he always did. That didn't mean Spencer Reid was in any way inclined to raise his hand. The young genius had learned long ago not to draw attention to himself like that. He got enough unwanted attention as it was.
Instead, Spencer focused not on the lesson being taught, the information of which he already knew, but rather on the man delivering said class. Mr Hotchner, Aaron as he insisted they call him, was the epitome of 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. Short, almost jet black hair, deep, dark eyes and a firm jaw made him seem like the perfect man. Which of course meant that he had no idea Spencer existed.
So lost in his thoughts was Spencer that the sounding of the bell made him jump almost out of his skin and drew a few giggles from the students around him. Spencer sighed, college was supposed to be different than high school. But, it wasn't. He was still, after all, a 16 year old kid taking a third year course with a bunch 19/20 year old's. It turns out that, college or school, intellectual jealousy still won out over maturity.
So lowering his head and allowing his long hair to shield his face as usual, he stood and made his way out of the class, making sure not to accidentally knock into any of the others. The last thing he needed was to give any of them the perfect opening to start something.
Unfortunately, Edward James decided that he didn't need an opening.
"Hey, freak." He called. Spencer didn't even bother pretending not to know who he was talking about and instead just decided to ignore him, focusing instead on reading the flyers on the message board and praying that today was the day Edward decided to just leave him alone.
'Yeah right.'
"I said," He heard from behind him right before a hand shoved him between the shoulders and caused him to slam into his the wall with enough force to make him see stars, "Hey. Freak!"
Spencer still refused to turn around, especially now that he heard a few of the other students stood around them in the otherwise deserted hallway, laughing along.
Edward was apparently unhappy with this however and, grasping his shoulder in a bruising hold, forcibly spun him around. Spencer was a few inches taller that Ed but Ed was both older and ... wider.
"What do you want?" Spence asked, Spence always asked. He never got a straight answer.
"I want to know why your such a freak." Ed said, laughing, "I wanna know why you never talk to anyone? What you think you're better than us?"
"No." He replied, his voice small. He doubled over when Ed at that moment rammed his fist into Spencer's stomach. Coughing, he fell to his knee's with his arms wrapped protectively around his midsection.
"That's right, you're not. You," Ed hissed, moving closer until his face was mere inches away from Spencer's, "Are nothing but a. Fucking. Freak."
Spencer clenched his eyes shut in preparation for the punch he knew was coming but instead he heard the crowd watching Spencer's beat-down whisper and move away before he sensed Ed raise to stand before him.
"What the hell is going on here?" The voice was Mr Hotchner's 'Aaron's' and he sounded very angry. Opening his eyes, Spencer was relieved to see him directing that anger in a glare towards Ed.
"We're just playing around sir. Right Spence buddy?" Ed said, while looking at Spencer with a promise in his eyes that he didn't want to test.
"Yeah, just fooling around and I..I fell." He knew it was a weak excuse, especially since his voice still betrayed how winded the punch had left him.
Mr Hotchner wasn't fooled in the slightest. "Right, and I suppose you punching him in the gut was just a friendly greeting huh?"
As Ed floundered for an answer, Mr Hotchner cut off his attempts, and sneered at the jock, "Get out. Now. I'll be writing up a report about this."
Ed immediately shuffled down the hall, but not before shooting a glare, letting him know that even though he had played along, Spencer was going to be blamed for this.
'Fantastic.'
Moving to get to his feet, Spencer was surprised to feel two, strong arms encircle him and help him up. Turning in the almost embrace he came into eye-line with the Professors gaze. He prayed the man would put his sudden breathlessness down to the previous assault and not how warm and kind those chocolatey depths were up close.
"Thank you." He said, hoping his voice didn't sound to the teacher as weak as it had sounded to him.
Mr Hotchner 'Aaron, I've got to get out of the habit of calling teachers/professors Mr. and Mrs. This is why people consider you a child.' didn't let go of him however and instead steered him back towards the now empty classroom.
"Take it easy, come sit down. A punch to the stomach as hard as that isn't easy to recover from." His voice was dripping with concern and care, so much so that it gave Spencer an irrational urge to cry.
"I'm kind of used to it." He regretted murmuring those words when it caused Mr .. Aaron to look at him with a slightly horrified expression.
Easing Spencer down into a seat on the front row, Aaron perched on the edge of his desk and looked at him, "This happens a lot? Why don't you report it?"
Spencer couldn't answer that. He knew that he wouldn't understand.
He couldn't tell anyone because no-one would want to believe that the college football champion was capable of anything other than success, they would just think Spencer was an attention seeker. He couldn't tell anyone because there was only so much they could do and then Ed and all the others would just have something new to hold against him. Mostly though, he couldn't tell anyone because it was humiliating. How could he admit that he constantly just let these people corner him and do those things to him? How could he admit that there was nothing at all he could do to protect himself? How could he openly admit how weak he was? Failing to see a way to explain all this, Spencer just shrugged.
Sighing, Mr Hotchner looked down, clasped his hands together and gently said, "Your name's Spencer, right? Spencer Reid?"
Spencer had to admit he was surprised to find that the older man even knew he was in his class, much less his name. "Yeah." It must be because of my age.
Smiling slightly, Mr Hotchner asked, "Spencer, have you told your parents about this?"
'I have a crush on a guy that sees me as a kid, fantastic.'Putting that aside and taking a deep breath, Spencer began thinking of a convincing lie, one that would keep the man for asking again but just as he was, Aaron sighed.
"I'll take that as a no." He raised a hand to cut off Spencer as he began to protest, "I know that look, Spencer. I know when someone's going to lie to me."
Lowering his eyes guiltily, he wondered where his professor was going with this. It would seem, however, that he wasn't going to find out any time soon as the second bell ringing to alert him his next class was sounding.
Almost fainting with relief at having an excuse to get away from this conversation, one that was making him feel far too exposed, he practically tripped over himself trying to get out while muttering apologies. From Aaron's less than amused smile, it was clear the man knew how desperate Spencer was to get away. But he couldn't let himself care about that right now. He had enough problems to deal with.
He had to go home every night and care for a mentally ill mother and pray she hasn't hurt herself, he had a crush on a man more than double his age who asked if he had gone crying to his mommy when people were mean to him, a bully probably planning his demise and a paper due in an hour. If he ever wanted to get out of this place, he couldn't be late with any papers.
As much as he wanted to believe that the bullying was the only reason he wanted to leave so badly, he couldn't deny that every time he saw Aaron, it just reminded him that he was probably going to be alone forever.
As he was leaving, he heard Aaron's voice asking him to wait.
"Spencer, no matter what anyone says about you. You are magnificent. You have an amazing mind and," He said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Don't tell anyone I said this, but you are going to go so much further than any of those idiots. You." He met Spencer's eyes with the most sincere and caring expression the young man had ever seen, "Are going to change the world. I'm sure of it."
Struggling not to allow himself the indulgence of sharing Aaron's warm smile, knowing that he was probably only saying what his job obligated him to say, Spencer could only nod and turn to leave, still trying not to grin.
He failed.