Disclaimer: Nothing of Criminal Minds belongs to me.

Warning: Story contains graphic slash - Hotch/Reid.

Chapter One

The relationship started a little over a year ago although the title was slightly ambiguous. There were times when they'd returned from dangerous missions and the looks he received were almost odd. At first, he didn't read too much into it but now things were different. The train fiasco in West Texas was when it started. The look on Hotch's face after and its meaning was obvious but whether anyone else had noticed was unknown.

But that was now in the past and they were back in D.C, another case just solved and Reid sat at his desk, his fingers twirling the pen he held between his long fingers. An open manila folder sat on the desk in front of him, half of the contents still unfinished. For once his mind wasn't focused on work or statistics. It was instead focused on the dark haired man in the office not far away. The blinds were half open, showing that the lamp on the desk and on and his head was down, totally engrossed in the paperwork he had to finish before going home to his wife.

Wife.

The word felt like poison in his mouth that stung the back of his throat each time he tried to swallow the truth. It hurt knowing that at the end of each night he returned to her and their son. An image danced across his mind, out of focus at first, but the longer his thoughts lingered, the clearer it became.

Two bodies; one strong and musclier, the other soft and slender, lying together in the matrimony bed, sweat covering each of them, the sheer act reinforcing the love they both felt for one another.

Reid shook his head roughly, causing a few strands of his wayward hair to fall loose and hover over his eyes. Hastily, he forced them back into place and he strived to concentrate on the incomplete reports. The words written in blank ink were barely recognisable as all the words on the page seemed to be assimilating.

The young doctor's eyes went back to staring at Hotch through the window. He hadn't moved and Reid felt his mind wander, free from control and restraint and it led him back to how everything started:

The team returned from West Texas, injuries bandaged up and the briefing concluded quickly, all of them instantly going their separate ways to either begin their reports or for coffee but Reid had been ordered to Hotch's office. The reasons why were unknown until Hotch spoke the first time, his words coming out disjointed and unintelligible. The initial tactic wasn't going as planned so he stopped talking, pulled down his suit to straighten it and moved to the blinds, shutting them the full way, blocking the view of the bullpen.

In that moment as the white, timber blinds snapped shut, Reid felt his heart rate increase and his breathing turn shallow. Never in all the time he'd been here had anything like this happened. It was disorienting and titillating at the same time, his brown eyes fixed, unable to look away.

For a moment, Hotch just stood there, seemingly focused on nothing but he then turned and walked towards him instead of moving to his chair and keeping the desk between them. When he stopped, only inches lay between them and Reid's next breath hitched in his throat. At the distance he could make out three distinct shades of brown in Hotch's eyes.

The glare of them was nothing out of the ordinary; dark and unreadable. Reid's mind raced with several possibilities on why he was here and what he might have done wrong. The only time he knew of the blinds closing came from a story Morgan had told him but what had occurred hadn't been divulged.

"I worried."

A twinge of surprise hit Reid's face at the uttered words. It was nothing he expected to hear. All thought slipped from Reid's mind, turning it to a blank slate. The meaning escaped him. It was illogical as well as unforeseen.

"I... uh..."

Reid stuttered, unable to say the words to ask what he meant. As though reading his mind, Hotch closed what little gap there was between them and snaked his hand over his shoulder to cup the back of his neck and pull him in even further. Their bodies flattened together, the oscillation between them growing and Hotch kissed him harshly. Reid stood there, frozen in his boss' grasp. A second passed and he jumped as Hotch's other arm slipped around him, the hand finding the small of his back which pushed against him.

The light touch was enough to hold Reid in place while the assault on his mouth continued. A hot tongue pressed against his lips, making them spring open in surprise. The slippery organ glided into his mouth and explored. The fingers at the back of his neck increased the pressure as his head was turned sideways and Hotch took the opportunity and deepened the kiss, moaning as he did so, the sound vibrating in Reid's mouth.

The few, long moments passed by slowly, making it feel like almost an hour had gone by. Reid's first attempt to move made the hand clutching his back tighten, keeping their bodies firmly together. The harshness of Hotch's moving chest hadn't gone unnoticed nor had the hammering heart beneath it which matched his own.

An unheard gasp swallowed by Hotch went ignored and Reid's eyes stretched right open as a new feeling came between them. A hardness pressed against the top of Reid's groin, unexpectedly sending much of his blood south.

Abruptly, the kiss ended and the body contact disappeared. A loud crash echoed the humble office and Reid's head shot around to look at the door. Despite it being closed and locked, he half expected someone to come up and bang on it, making sure that nothing bad had happened but no one did.

"Ah!"

The surprise yelp flew from Reid's mouth as strong hands were on him again. He was roughly turned around and shoved against the desk. A hand found the middle of his back and bent him over the hard, wooden object. Reid gasped for air as it was knocked from his lungs, the noise in his throat turning dissonant in his effort to replace it.

Although it was a little uncomfortable, Reid dragged his arms up the length of the wooden surface and pressed his palms against it and tried to push himself up. But it didn't work as Hotch's hand pushed him back down.

"Don't," ordered Hotch.

"What-"

"Don't talk," snapped Hotch, cutting across him. "You'll spoil the mood."

Hotch's hands met up on his hips and together they ghosted over Reid's clothed behind. Reid jumped, a small squeak coming from within his throat. Hotch's strong hands gripped him firmly once again and they slipped to the front of his beige trousers. Expertly, they undid the button at the top, along with the zipper that sounded too loud in Reid's ears.

The tug on his trousers was forcible enough to make Reid grip the edge of the desk tightly so that he didn't slide off it and onto his knees. Cool air circulated around his legs as the trousers were pushed down until they scrunched around his ankles. The plain white briefs immediately followed and his half swollen member lay trapped between him and the desk, the cool surface easing the heat a little. But nothing stopped the embarrassment that flooded his face, turning both cheeks pink at the knowledge of how exposed he was.

Again, Reid visibly jumped as something pressed against his entrance, demanding access. It felt cold as though there was something covering it. It squeezed inside, past the ring of muscle and Reid shuddered, knowing it was Hotch's finger. The digit moved in and out, lowly at first and Reid just lay as still as he could, grimacing whenever the finger stroked him inside deeply. A second finger was added after he loosened a little and Reid squirmed more, groaning at the growing pressure.

According to the clock on Hotch's bookcase, the intrusive stroking continued for just under five whole minutes. The two fingers soon withdrew and Hotch stepped in closer, the sound of another zipper reaching Reid's ears but the next anticipated sounds didn't come. Something bigger, with the same coolness pressed against his entrance, this time making Reid hold his breath. The pressure increased and he let it go as the need to speak became urgent.

"Hot-ch..." Reid choked out, gagging a little on the saliva that pooled in his mouth.

"Shh..." soothed Hotch, the commanding tone now missing from his voice.

Hotch's member pushed into Reid's body, the ring of muscle clamping down around him, initially trying to push him back out. The tight feeling made Hotch's hips buck and the thrust sent him deep into Reid, making them fully connect. Instantly, Hotch stilled, the tight, hot suction threatening to send him over the edge right then. The first heavy moan fell from Hotch's mouth, the sound drowning out the whimpers that his triumph gained. In his head, Hotch counted to ten slowly before he started to move.

Easily, he set himself in a good rhythm, enjoying the sight of his youngest agent's body, shifting up and down, in perfect sync with him. All strands of his longish hair fell freely and Reid didn't bother trying to push them back into place, knowing that even if he succeeded, it wouldn't last.

The office became filled with the sounds of slapping skin and semi-restrained moans from the man in charge. Small whimpers continued to pour from Reid's mouth, the flow now constant and unending. They sounded like a mix between pain and arousal which only encouraged Hotch in turn.

"You feel so amazing," commented Hotch through harsh pants.

The feeling wasn't entirely mutual as Reid muttered incoherently. The force of Hotch's thrusts did little to alleviate his needs. The swollen member was rammed into the desk and squished against his sweating stomach with each pull and push of his body.

"P-Please..." begged Reid.

The almost inaudible plea went unheard as Hotch's mission remained intact. The stretched hole burned with increasing heat as his boss went as deep as he could go, hitting the swollen prostate, making Reid squeak in response. Hotch smiled briefly and continued hitting the same spot again and again.

"Brace yourself," warned Hotch.

In his mind, Reid wondered what more could possibly be down to him and before he could even utter the first syllable of his question, it happened. Hotch grunted and a hot liquid spurted sporadically into his body. The sensation caused Reid to cry out and push him up and across the smooth desk. But before he could get very far, Hotch took hold of his hips and held him up so he could fully ride out his orgasm and enjoy each moment of it.

Seconds after it passed, Reid gave a strangled groan and his own hot liquid squirted out, dripping down the desk, rolling into thick droplets that hit the floor, quickly pooling into several wet spots. Embarrassment flooded his cheeks again but before he could dwell on it, the contact vanished and Reid slid awkwardly, falling onto his hands and knees in the wetness. With his body drained of energy, Reid rolled onto his right hip and leaned against the desk, almost instinctively curling up into a ball.

Hotch's office door opened, pulling Reid from his recollection of the first time. Hotch was just near the small steps but had run into Rossi who held a fresh cup of black coffee in one hand and a files in the other. A short, unheard conversation started between them and Reid stared, wondering if he could ever garnish the man's attention like that.

As he waited, he let the last of the memory pass. The rest of the evening had been spent in Hotch's office, in silence, until everyone had gone home for the night. But it hadn't been as uncomfortable as he'd been anticipating. It had made him feel secure and warm, in a strange sense. But when it ended, they went their separate ways and never spoke of it again, not even when the second event occurred.

The conversation between the senior agents ended and Rossi returned to his office. Each step brought Hotch closer and closer but the familiar body didn't come within ten metres and those dark eyes gazed over the bullpen and subordinates, barely even seeing him as he walked past.

"Goodnight, everybody," said Hotch in a light but firm tone that told them, without words, not to stay too late.

"Night, Hotch," said Morgan, swivelling around in his chair.

"Goodnight, sir," said Prentiss, looking up for only second.

The retreating figure of Hotch made Reid sigh lightly and stare after him some more until he vanished from sight. The man that he'd spent years focusing on was walking out the door yet again to return home to someone else. The sinking feeling remained even after Hotch was gone, and Reid resigned himself to the familiar notion that it was going to be another night alone.