As soon as the elevator doors had closed, Spencer Reid sprinted up to his boss' office. "Derek and Emily just left", he said before closing the door behind him.
"We're alone?", Hotch asked but Reid didn't get to answer because he was being pushed against said door as soon as he had nodded. Aaron's mouth attacked his with passion and desperation and Spencer felt his legs turning into jelly. The older man noticed because he moved them and let the youth fall onto the leather sofa that stood at the back of his office. He got on top of him and started to kiss Spencer's neck.
"Mmmm Aaron", the young profiler moaned and let one hand sink into the black hair of the man ravaging him. "In your office? How very unprofessional"
"The minute you stop getting yourself in danger is the minute I can start acting completely professional", Aaron said before latching onto Reid's lips again.
Spencer kissed back fervently before pulling back. "I didn't do anything wrong", he complained.
"I'm not saying that you did", the unit chief replied, "But how do you think it makes me feel when I see some guy pointing a rifle at that pretty little head of yours?"
Reid blushed. "Um, I don't know. You did great in there with his wife and daughter from what I could tell"
"I didn't. My knees were shaking. I was so scared for you", Hotch said. Then he got up from the sofa and straightened his clothes. "You're right, we should continue this at home"
The brown haired man stood up as well and kissed Aaron's cheek. "You really shouldn't worry about me. But it's nice that you do"
