Title: Vacation Time
Author: criminalQAFminds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 1202
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to some lucky person with great ideas, who sadly is not me :(
Dropping his pen onto his desk and sighing in satisfaction, Spencer Reid finished the last piece of paperwork that had been assigned to him as work for the day as they had no open cases (though he was rather certain that a fair portion of the work that he had laboured over all day had originally rested upon piles of folders on the desk of either Emily Prentiss or Derek Morgan.)
Reid levelled his feet flat against the wall partition behind his desk and used the leverage to propel himself and his chair backwards a few inches until he could comfortably stretch out his long legs.
Giggling quietly to himself at the small measure of elation he had felt as his chair had rolled backwards, Reid allowed his eyes to travel across the bull pen to observe his friends. He noticed with a roll of his eyes that Morgan and Prentiss where hunched low over Morgan's desk so as to appear to be consulting with one another on a file if one looked down at the bull pen from a high vantage point, say Hotch's office for example, when in actual fact they were flicking some rolled up paper between them in a lazy game he had heard them refer to earlier as 'desk soccer'.
Reid passed his eyes higher and peered into the offices of his colleagues. JJ was hunched over her desk reading through potential future cases for the team wearing a frown upon her face which told Reid all he needed to know about the nature of the photographs that stained the pages she read from.
Reid had to chuckle to himself as he noticed that David Rossi was not even attempting to hide the fact that he was not working as he sat on the couch in his office sipping from a glass of what was surely very expensive whiskey.
Meeting Hotch's eyes through the glass surrounding the older agents office startled Reid. He pouted slightly at the smile settled on his bosses face at his momentary panic before his lips echoed the expression.
'I did not give you permission to do that' he internally chastised his lips as he forced himself to break away from Hotch's gaze. Rolling his eyes at the fact that he had been speaking to one of his body parts as though it could respond, Reid arose from his seat and proceeded to gather his belongings, grabbing his completed paperwork as rounded his desk and set a course toward Hotch's office.
Forcing his tired limbs to climb the steps up to his bosses office took much more effort than he would be happy admitting aloud. Hell, he wasn't that enthused about admitting it to himself inside the comfort of his own mind.
As he knocked on the door he looked down and noticed with a smile that the two agents remaining in the bull pen had given up all pretence that they were working and had cleared a large space along Morgan's desk. The space was currently the playing field for the intense game of desk soccer that the pair were now deeply absorbed in, both of their stubborn natures refusing to concede to a truce even if it was now an acceptable hour for them to leave the office to begin the first week off the team had taken in a long time.
"Come in"
The voice answering his knock brought Reid's thoughts back to focus on the task in hand and he stepped into the office, closing the door behind him before spinning on his heel and crossing over to stand in front of the desk to flash Hotch his 'Pretty Boy smile' as Morgan had dubbed it a few years back.
Sensing the question buried beneath the smile gracing his lover's lips Hotch shook his head sadly, a smile threatening to break out across his face as Reid's own lips slipped into a pout so adorable that he couldn't restrain himself from raising his upper body up and kissing his younger lover until he was satisfied that his lips were open and bruised rather than pouting as they had been previously.
Dropping himself back into his chair with a deep sigh Hotch briefly entertained the idea of just abandoning the work that still cluttered his desk in exchange for going home with his lover and starting their week long holiday immediately.
Hotch quickly dispelled these thoughts with a smile on his face as he recalled Rossi's words to him from months ago when he had voiced such thoughts.
"If you even think about it Aaron, Strauss will have tracked you down and eaten you alive before you even could put down your pen."
Reid, obviously coming to the conclusion that there was a negative correlation between his presence in the office and Hotch's productivity, leaned over to give his lover a kiss. Releasing a pleasured groan at the sensation Hotch placed his hand on the back of Reid's neck and pulled him in closer, running his tongue sensually across his lover's lips until he was granted entrance to that warm cavern that he loved so much.
Being the unashamed tease that Hotch knew he was, Reid ran his hands over his superior's body until a certain part of his anatomy started showing interest before pulling back from the kiss and removing his hands from where they rested on his lover's hips. Dropping his finished paperwork onto his boss's desk, Reid winked saucily over his shoulder as he left the office with a simple
"Hope that was enough incentive for you baby, I'll be waiting for you at home."
The reactions taking place in Hotch's body as a result of the kiss and those sexy words that had fallen from his lovers sinfully sexy lips only grew more intense as Reid sauntered out of his office with an exaggerated sway to those mesmerising hips. Determined now more than ever to make it home at a reasonable hour, Hotch pulled his paperwork closer and began with renewed passion.
Smirking to himself as he took quick steps through the bull pen, Reid waved goodbye to his colleagues as he passed them, noting with humour that Morgan and Prentiss barely acknowledged his leaving long enough to both offer him rides home before returning their attentions back to their game. They were both breaking into a sweat as they continued to shoot the rolled up paper into each other's make shift goals, both of them wearing masks of determination fiercer then he had ever seen them.
Stepping into his and Aaron's home, for at home they were always Spencer and Aaron unlike at work where they remained exclusively Reid and Hotch, Spencer locked and dead bolted the front door. He adamantly refused to pay attention to the voices in his head (the voices which sounded suspiciously like those of his team members) which insisted that his astonishing record for being taken by UnSub's meant that he was required to be more precautious than most.
Scoffing at the voices in his head Spencer was so lost in thought that he failed to notice the other presence in the room until a body collided with his legs.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is going to be my first multi-chapter story so I am very anxious to hear opinions, be they positive or otherwise :)