I do not claim ownership of Criminal Minds or any of the characters.
This is the first fiction I've ever published on the internet - constructive criticism is more than welcome.
Aaron Hotchner had decided that there was nothing wrong about thinking of his subordinate, Spencer Reid, semi-clad. The majority of people were bound to have wandering thoughts during stressful times, and Hotch was no exception, he knew that. It didn't make him gay – he was merely curious: As he tried greatly to concentrate on editing a case file, he couldn't help but wonder whether Spencer Reid's legs were as slender in real life as they were in his imagination. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by media liaison Jennifer Jareau.
"Sir, we have a new case and it's pretty close to home. A man has been found dead at a motel not far from here and it's linked to three other murders this side of Virginia."
"I'll be with you in two minutes."
"Uh, Hotch? I have a favour to ask, if you're not busy."
"Come on in Reid, take a seat." Hotch was surprised that he wasn't the only one left in the Office; It had been a long day. "So how can I help you? Is it something to do with the new case?"
"I guess you could say that – I was wondering actually if you knew of a place I could stay? I just got a call, my apartment and the one below it got flooded and I can't go back there for a few days. Usually I'd stay in a motel but the case has made me feel somewhat uneasy, y'know?"
"I see," Hotch looked at Spencer with his usual stern, but not unwelcoming stare. "And none of the team has a spare room, or a sofa you could sleep on?"
"Nope. No-one has room for me, so I figured if anybody could help me out; it would be you, Hotch." The older man felt a blush creep up his neck at the personality of the last statement, but made sure to disguise his pleasure.
"Well, there is a spare room at my house and you're more than welcome to stay, but I must warn you that should you take up the offer, you will be awake at the crack of dawn every day with Jack and his cartoons."
Reid smiled. "You're sure, Hotch?"
Aaron Hotchner thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him thinking about taking the young genius into his mouth, burying his face between Reid's honey coloured thighs. Especially since the boy was sat at the desk in front of him.
"Hotch…I said, are you sure?"
The silent drive to Hotch's house wasn't awkward. Not for Spencer, at least. He was extremely grateful for his superior's kindness, and he wasn't about to let that go unnoticed. They had detoured to Spencer's apartment to salvage what they could of his clothing, which wasn't much, but would do. As they arrived at the house, Spencer grabbed his bundle of clothes, and was surprised to find Hotch opening the door for him, offering a hand to help him step out onto the kerb. Hotch found himself admiring the way Spencer's eyes reflected the street light, giving him a magical presence that made him shine, illuminating him in the darkness.
"Jack is at Jessica's tonight and he'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I've informed him that you'll be here, but please don't be offended if he's initially rather shy."
"Please Hotch, you're speaking to the socially-awkward genius here. If anybody is going to be shy, that person will be me."
"Of course," A grin begged its way over Hotch's lips. "It's late; I'll show you to your room."
Hotch guided Spencer swiftly into the house and up to the spare room. It was large, but not overly lavish. Spencer could easily imagine himself living there, lodging, perhaps. They bade each other good night and upon his exit Hotch made sure to leave the door slightly ajar, allowing some of the light from the hallway to spill into the room – It would do no good for Spencer to spend his nights at Hotchner's house afraid. Spencer smiled at the gesture and thought to himself as he got changed into his pyjamas. He hoped that nobody at work would give up the fact that Hotch had in fact been the first person he requested the favour from.
In the comfort of his own room, Hotch could finally relax. He'd been thinking so deviously about having his way with the younger boy throughout the course of the day, that now they were beneath the same roof it was nothing short of torture.
Aaron Hotchner knew there was something wrong when he finally gave into temptation, and his hand breached the waistband of his boxers.