"Spencer, Spencer, wake up," Hotch gently shook his sleeping lover, "come on babe, I have to go to work."

Spencer groaned sleepily and stirred at the sound of Hotch's voice, "huh?"

"Babe, you're on top of me," Hotch chuckled, still gently shaking Spencer.

"Oh, sorry," Spencer mumbled, rolling over and off of Hotch. Hotch sighed with relief as Spencer's small weight was lifted off of him. Spencer rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 7:00 am.

"I have to be at work by 8:00," Hotch explained as he sat up and stretched. Spencer nodded and dropped his head back onto the pillow, closing his eyes. Hotch shook his head and chuckled at the young man as he fell back asleep. Hotch, unfortunately, did not have that luxury. He stretched one last time and got up to go to the bathroom.

Switching on the light in the bathroom, Hotch studied himself in the mirror. He kept his shirt off but had put on his boxers before going to sleep. His pale skin around his shoulders and neck had small bruises blemishing it. Hotch chuckled and shook his head, turning to the shower to turn on the water. As he was waiting for the water to heat up, he half expected Spencer to come and interrupt him like he had last time, but much to his disappointment, he didn't.

Hotch slipped off his boxers and stepped under the hot water, sighing at the sensation as the hot droplets fell down his body.

10 minutes later, Hotch stepped out of the shower, hissing as the cold air engulfed his body. Hotch rubbed his body dry with a towel then ruffled his hair with it before walking out into his bedroom, completely naked with the towel wrapped around his shoulders.

Hotch looked to the bed and smiled; Spencer was fast asleep, curled up in a ball, his shoulders tucked in under his chin. Hotch sat down next to the young man. He gently lifted his hand and smoothed Spencer's hair, gliding his hand down his face, caressing it. Spencer stirred at the touch, moving his face against Hotch's hand. Hotch smiled and removed his hand from Spencer's face, rising to his feet.

Hotch pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of his work slacks. He carelessly tossed to towel that had been around his shoulders onto the floor, replacing it with a plain white under shirt. He sat back down on the bed to pull on his trouser socks, then his shoes. He went to his closet and grabbed a white button up, slipping it on over his under shirt. Hotch moved to his tie rack and studied the multiple ties he had. He selected his favorite one; a red silk tie, and tied it into a Windsor. He grabbed his suit jacket and walked out of the bedroom.

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Spencer woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. Groggily, he sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was wearing a pair of shorts but his torso was completely bare. Finding his shirt on the floor, Spencer got up off the bed and slipped the shirt on over his head. He glanced over at the clock and noticed it was 7:30. Sleepily, he found his way to the door and down the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, Spencer saw Hotch, already in his work clothes, standing at the stove.

"Morning," Hotch turned and smiled at Spencer.

"Morning," Spencer yawned, sitting at the table. Hotch walked over to the table and sat a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. He put his own plate on the table opposite him and sat down.

"Sleep well?" Hotch asked as he dug into his eggs.

Spencer nodded as he pushed his eggs around on his plate absent-mindedly.

"You gonna eat?" Hotch asked with his mouth full.

Spencer shrugged, "Just not hungry right away in the mornings."

Hotch nodded; he knew several people like that, "Well you can eat it later," Hotch smiled as Spencer put his fork down, "So you gonna be okay with Jack today?"

Spencer nodded, "We'll be fine," he smiled as he took a drink of the orange juice that had been sitting on the table when he got there.

"Alright, but promise you'll call if you need anything," Hotch looked at Spencer for reassurance.

Spencer nodded, "I promise I will."

"And since you ARE a consultant for the FBI, if we need help on a case, we'll be sure to call you," Hotch winked at Spencer.

"I'd be happy to help," Spencer smiled.

Hotch looked at his watch, "well, I better get going," he got up and placed his plate in the sink. He walked back over to Spencer and placed a kiss on his forehead. Spencer grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to his own, kissing him passionately.

After pulling their lips apart, Hotch mused, "I love you."

"I love you too," Spencer smiled as Hotch made his way to the door.

As soon as he heard the door click shut behind Hotch, Spencer got up and threw the contents off his plate into the trash before running up the stairs to get dressed.

When he emerged from the bedroom now wearing one of his new v-necks and a new pair of jeans, Spencer saw Jack walking down the stairs.

"Hey, Jack," Spencer called after him.

"Spencer!" Jack shouted as he ran back up the stairs, throwing himself at Spencer.

"Careful," Spencer chuckled as he balanced himself, "So what do you normally have for breakfast?" Spencer asked as Jack took his hand.

"Oatmeal and orange juice," Jack smiled as they descended the stairs.

When they got to the kitchen, Jack retrieved the oatmeal for Spencer.

"You don't know how to make this by chance, do you?" Spencer asked as he flipped the box over in his fingers.

Jack shook his head, "Daddy always made it for me."

Spencer puffed out his cheeks and exhaled in frustration. He pulled out a packet and read the instructions carefully.

Doesn't seem too difficult, Spencer thought to himself. He grabbed a bowl and emptied the packet into it for pouring a cup of water into the bowl. He placed it in the microwave and turned it on.

"That wasn't too hard," Spencer smiled as he went to the fridge to grab the orange juice, pouring himself and Jack each a glass.

As he was taking a sip of his orange juice, Spencer heard a loud pop and a small bang. He ran over to the microwave and opened the door. The clumpy substance had exploded all over the inside of the microwave.

"Uhhhh, Jack? Do you want some cold cereal instead?" Spencer asked, trying hard to hide his embarrassment.

Jack laughed and went to the pantry, grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes.

"Shit," Spencer said under his breath as he dropped the hot bowl back onto the glass plate in the microwave. He grabbed an oven mitt off of the oven handle and grabbed the bowl again, carefully setting it in the sink. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and wiped down the inside of the microwave. As he wiped down the glass plate, the oatmeal kept smudging around, causing Spencer grumbled in frustration.

"Daddy takes that plate out and washes it when messes happen in the microwave," Jack explained as he poured milk into his cereal bowl.

Spencer nodded, "Thanks, Jack," he took the plate out of the microwave and set it in the sink along with the bowl.

Jack nodded and began eating his cereal as Spencer began cleaning the dishes in the sink, a chore he was all too familiar with.

"You done?" Spencer asked as he finished cleaning the last plate that was in the sink.

Jack nodded as he tipped his bowl over his mouth, slurping down the last of the milk. He carried his bowl over to Spencer and set it in the sink along with his spoon and glass.

Spencer finished the dishes and joined Jack in the living room, where he was busy with his new Star Wars Lego set. Spencer settled into the couch and turned on the TV. He searched the movie channels that were available for free and by some dumb luck he found one of the Star Wars movies.

"Ready for some Star Wars, Jack?" Spencer smiled as he clicked the play button on the remote.

Jack nodded and turned to the TV, still blindly working on his Legos.

Spencer sat and watched the movie for a bit before getting up and finding a piece of paper and a pen. He sat back down on the couch and began to write a letter.

"Whatchya writing?" Jack tilted his head at Spencer.

"a letter," Spencer answered, still writing.

"To who?" Jack asked.

"My mom."