"Sean! Your boyfriend's here."

Mike could probably be heard in the next state, and the grumbling coming from the other rooms indicated that the other inhabitants concurred, but it was the words that flipped the switch in Sean's head.

Just because Mike had been witness to, and perpetually amused by since, Sean's breakup with his girlfriend did not give him the green light for this teasing. The fight had been loud, embarrassing and if Sean was honest, about completely the wrong thing. It should have been about her being a boring air-head with so little conversation that he had to zone her out and was left staring into space. Instead it had been about Sean checking out the ass of a guy in the coffee line. As it happened the guy did have a cute butt, as far as a man's butt was going to be cute, but truly it had just been in the direction he was looking.

Overall though, the worst part of the breakup, other than the loss of hot bunny sex on tap and the need to find a new coffee shop, was Mike's continuing torment. Since the incident, any guy talking to Sean had prompted Mike to ask if this was the new man in his life. It was getting to be almost as embarrassing as the original fight.

Coming down the stairs Sean got the opportunity to see the latest victim; tall, thin, early twenties, not particularly well dressed; and was hit with a method of shutting Mike up once and for all. Taking the last few steps two at a time, Sean covered the intervening space quickly. Acting before common sense had the chance to argue that this was a stupendously bad idea he took hold of the other man's head and brought their lips together.

Halfway up the stairs that had been the plan. Kiss the guy, mwah, on the lips, then turn and raise an eyebrow at Mike before moving on. Mike's good ole boy homophobia would make him drop the whole thing and life could move on. Albeit after an apology to whomever he was currently kissing.

That plan was sent flying out the door by the realisation that he wasn't the only person in this kiss. Although the stranger's hands came up to grab Sean's arms his lips parted in a gasp and suddenly the game changed. Suddenly it was important to make this kiss good.

Loosening the death grip allowed Sean to slide one hand into the guy's hair while the other moved to caress his neck. Parting his own lips he could then give a tentative lick to see if he would be allowed entry. His partner's lips opened a little more and Sean pursued the kiss to the next stage, tasting coffee and sweetness as their tongues began to battle.

Mike coughing behind him brought Sean up just short of grinding against the guy. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sean allowed his arms to be pulled down before turning and, opening the eyes he hadn't realised he had closed, to face his amused looking housemate.

"Terribly sorry... Sorry, what do I call you?" Five minutes earlier and Sean would have been prepared to bet that Mike would go for the whole 'it never happened' denial thing but he was standing there holding a black wallet with a big grin on his face.

"Spencer's fine."

"Terribly sorry Spencer, he greets everyone who's here to help like that. You should have seen him with the plumber, not a pretty sight - we had to pry him off!" Mike stood there lying and shaking his head. "We try to break him out of it but aren't having a lot of success."

Finally Mike made eye contact with Sean, the amusement in his eyes did not bode well.

"Anyway, Spencer this is Sean Hotchner. It's always good to do the formal introductions isn't it?" Mike handed Spencer the wallet before turning back to Sean.

"Sean this is Spencer Reid." He leaned in so that he could whisper directly into Sean's ear. "Eff Bee Eye."