Hotch wasn't surprised when half the team were in their pyjamas. It was three o'clock in the morning. The case was a desperate us against the clock. He had told them to get into the airfield now, they could sort themselves out while on the jet. Hotch himself had thrown his suit on over his pyjamas, he suspected that Rossi was only dressed because he slept naked.
Everyone was on the jet, they were just waiting for Reid and then they would fly off to save the day. Hotch was passing around files when Reid came on to the jet. Reid waved and sat down, pulling a file over to read. The ground-crew locked the door and the plane began to taxi, but everyone was still stunned.
Reid was wearing, well Hotch wasn't quite sure what to call it. He was wearing red high heeled shoes, fish net tights, leather hot pants that left nothing to the imagination. He was also wearing a black leather corset that was both shiny and tight and also had delicate purple detailing. He finished the look with a black top hat which had a purple ribbon running along the middle.
Hotch blinked, but Reid hadn't magically changed. Garcia's face popped up on a screen and she wolf whistle as she caught sight of Reid, sadly she only saw the top half, Prentiss started fanning herself and gave Reid a lecherous look. This galvanised Hotch into action, with a harsh cough he took charge and tried to bring everyone back to the issue at hand.
Once the jet had levelled out and was cruising at 30,000 feet, JJ went to change out of her pyjamas and dressing gown. Other team members followed. Reid waited until last, he was perfectly comfortable and saw no need to rush and change.
Reid at last got up to change, he may have been comfortable but the rest of the jet was either highly aroused and extremely embarrassed. It wasn't until Reid stood up and slowly sauntered over to where his go bag was that Hotch could take in the full effect. As he got a closer look he saw that Reid's hot pants were tight enough to see what was underneath. Which just so happened to be a lower harness that kept his cock strapped up in an erect position. Morgan let out a whimper and rushed over to the toilets before Reid could get there. Hotch silently agreed while JJ was just staring. Prentiss grabbed a blanket and pulled it up to her neck. Luckily Hotch was far too gentlemanly to have suspicions as to what her hands where doing under that blanket.
Reid shrugged and there in the middle of the jet he opened his go bag and pulled out a shirt, he tried to reach around to the back of his corset, the motions pulling the rest of his clothing even tighter, Prentiss gasped. "Hotch could you untie me? I've never had to take one of these off without help before." JJ looked enviously at Prentiss' blanket.
Hotch stood, and used all his FBI training to remain calm and think unsexy thoughts. His brain wasn't working and all he could think of was Rossi, and once Hotch was close enough to feel Reid's heat the image changed to Rossi fucking Reid, pounding him into the jet's leather couch. Of the squeak of leather against leather, of long legs and those high heels wrapped around Rossi's waist urging him harder, and faster.
Morgan came out looking calmer but instantly lost it. Hotch knew he had to do something drastic. He pulled his knife out of his left ankle holder, the right was for his gun, and quickly cut through the tyings on Reid corset. He heard a moan from someone, and a gasped "yes" from Rossi, needing Reid gone before they got into a fight as to who could take him first Hotch pushed Reid into the toilet slamming the door.
Hotch closed his eyes savouring the image of Reid, hat askew, corset falling off, bent over, arse presented high, breathless and looking up at Hotch begging him for something.