It was a strangely quiet day at the BAU when Reid walked in. Nothing seemed different than usual, Morgan was at his desk talking to who was probably his latest in a long line of flings, JJ was in the corner with Garcia talking about god knows what and Gideon was sitting in his office as always. As Reid walked to his desk he stopped to ponder something. Where was Hotch? It was pretty unusual for him to be anywhere but right in front of a mound of paperwork when there wasn't an active case, so where was he?
"Has anyone seen Hotch?"
"Not today buddy, he's out meeting with some hotshot from further up the food chain. Somethin' bout a promotion," Morgan said in his usual informal tone. "and a pretty big one at that."
"Oh, I see."
Reid sat at his desk and began to look through all of the case files he was supposed to have done last night that were left untouched in favor of something far more interesting.
As the day went on Hotch never came into the office leaving Reid worried until Gideon stepped from his office to announce that he'd be heading straight home from the interview. Reid felt a pang of sadness go through his body until his flip phone chimed in his pocket. He opened it to show he had one new message.
"My Interview is about to end. Would you like to meet me for dinner?" - Hotchner
And with that Reid's mood improved tenfold.
Later that night...
"I'm glad you made it, I was worried you wouldn't respond." Hotch said as he pulled out a chair for Reid to sit. The restaurant he had chosen was... classy to say the least. The kind of Restaurant you visit to celebrate a multi-billion dollar business deal.
"Of course, I heard about your promotion interview. It must be very exciting. Did you know that statistically the average American employee receives approximately-" he was cut off by Hotch raising his hand.
" Let's keep the fun facts to ourselves," he grabs Reid's hands, "tonight is for us." As he finishes his words he leans forward perching his lips. Reid moves to meet him over the table as they kiss. It was brief but passionate enough to bring Reid's mind far from whatever statistic he was referencing.
"I think I can manage for tonight." Reid whispered in a sultry tone. "How about we skip this dinner and go to my apartment? No need to worry about your wife there, right agent?"
Without a word the two stood and left through the door.
~Later that night~
The door to Reid's bedroom slammed open as the two men stumbled over to his twin bed, their minds wild with lust. No words were exchanged as they kissed the silence only broken when Reid began to pull his sweater over his head, getting himself tangled in it.
"You're as helpless as ever aren't you? Don't worry, Special Agent Hotchner is here to help." The larger man said as he got Reid untangled and pushed him to the bed. Hotch grabbed Reid's belt and undid it with practiced ease, sliding his khakis and boxer down his pasty legs. "Looks like you're ready for duty. Shall we begin this field operation?" He whispered into Reid's ear, the tiny twink shuddering at his breath but not responding.
Hotch moved down his body with his fingers trailing from Reid's chest to his thigh. After a second of suspense he took Reid into his hand and slowly drooled onto the tip. His hand lathered the below average penis in saliva with gentle motions, speeding up once he was sure it was adequately wet.
Reid groaned as he felt Hotch's callused hands stroke him up and down as if he had done it hundreds of times. Occasionally he would have to hold his breath as not to alert his neighbors. The walls here could stand to be a bit thicker... After several minutes Reid moved out of Hotch's grasp and prostrated himself on the bed.
"Please Hotch just put it in I'm begging you!" He whimpered as Hotch stood looking down on him. Something about having such a cool and well mannered man look at him as if he were piece of meat to be taken for his own made Reid feel as if his stomach would burst with butterflies.
Hotch wasted neither time nor words slipping on his magnum condom and lining up to the smaller man's begging hole. He dragged the tip up and down it eliciting a small wiggle from Reid's hips.
After a few seconds that felt like hours to the poor genius Hotch gently pushed his way in up to the tip, and after he was sure Reid could take it he pushed his way in to the base. He easily pressed Reid's G-spot and he knew it, falling into a slow and rhythmic pattern.
"Our little training sessions have really loosened you up haven't they? Just a couple months ago this would've had you in tears and now look at you, taking it like the nasty little slut you are." Hotch said in a commanding yet loving tone.
"P-please don't teASE mE!" Reid huffed as Hotch began to pick up pace. By now Hotch had fully given in to his lust and was slamming into his subordinate's tight asshole. No more words were exchanged and Hotch reached under and began to violently stroke Reid's penis as he fucked him.
After 10 minutes Reid piped up, "I'm so close *huff* Hotch!"
"Me as well, I'm gonna put ever last drop into that slutty asshole of yours!"
As he said it Reid couldn't control himself anymore spraying his cum onto Hotch's hand and his bedspread. Hotch followed soon after dumping his seed into Reid's behind.
"That was incredible Reid."
"Yeah it was. Oh by the way I'll be taking a sick day tomorrow, I can't stand up."
The Very Gay End...
