Sarongs and Hoodies

Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price: - Jean Baudrillard

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

Once the water was running cold Floyd flipped the off switch and they stood and shivered for a while. Just holding. Hotch was the first to talk.

"I will take Reid. Come help me dry him." He was looking over Spencer's shoulder at Flanders who gave a quick nod in return. He lifted Reid's head with his fingers and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Beginning to feel better babes?" Spencer's eyes locked with Floyd's but he didn't say anything. He kept eye contact as Aaron carefully led a very wobbly Spencer out of the big shower cubical and into the bathroom proper. Floyd stepped out and stood and watched for a while as Hotch wrapped a white towel around him and started to dry this cold wet skin. Spencer stood with his hands against the wall shaking and watching Floyd. He let Hotch dry him and when his back was done he asked Spencer to turn so he could do the front.

His eyes flicked away from Floyd and he looked at Hotch. "Get your hands off me." A quiet whisper. He looked over at Floyd who was holding a sarong and snatched it from his hands. He let the towel drop and with shaky clumsy hands he tied it around his waist. The pale blue and white sarong slipped down to his hips. Hotch stood back and watched. He didn't want to crowd Reid. He needed to do this alone. He looked at Floyd who was watching Reid's retreating back with a frown on his face.

"I still think we needed to take him to hospital."

"No – no we can't."

"He needs help."

"The drugs are wearing off." Floyd picked up the other sarong and tied it around himself. "Get changed, you are dripping on my floor." He walked out to be with Reid.

"Wait. Floyd."

A smirk from Flanders. He turned with a scowl on his face – all traces of a smirk gone.

"What?" Aaron looked at the vision in front of him. Floyd's sarong also had slipped slightly showing off the pale flesh along his hip line in contrast to the slightly tanned upper body. His long hair wet and resting on his shoulders causing little dribbles of water to run down his chest. He shook his head and sprayed in a shower around the bathroom. Hotch still hadn't answered the question. "What's wrong Aaron?" Hotch shook his head slowly and started to pull on the sweatpants.

"Never mind."

Floyd turned again with the smirk crawling across his face as he went out to find where Reid had gone.

Spencer sat in his chair. His personal bit of space. Floyd rarely disturbed him when he was here. It was some strange rule he seemed to have given him self and stuck to most of the time. This – Spencer could safely say, was the only place Floyd had never hurt him. Always a first time though isn't there. Never let down your defences around that man.

Floyd knelt down in front of the chair and looked up at Spencer. Reid had his feet tucked up under him and was staring out of the window. He didn't even acknowledge Floyd's presence. He moved a hand up and touched Reid on the knee. "Babes you shouldn't be sitting like that. You will hurt your knee."

Spencer looked down at the hand and slowly put his over the top. "Get me a coffee hun?"

Flanders stood up and moved away a couple of steps. This was wrong. Something was wrong. A frown as he looked over at Hotch who was looking back at the chair Reid was in.

"Aaron?" Reid's voice. Picking up volume now. "Grab that graphic novel off the top of the pile will you?"

Hotch moved slowly to the pile of comics, and Floyd looked at him and shrugged.

For the next hour Spencer sat and read his comic and drank coffee. Hotch and Flanders sat on stools over in the kitchen area and watched.

"I am going to take him to the hospital Floyd. Something is wrong."

"It's not his body though it's his mind. I will call someone in the morning."

"He needs help. He can't pretend nothing happened."

"I know. I will look after him. Go home and sleep. I will call you if I need you." Floyd took the mug from Aaron's hand.

"I will stay if that is alright with you." He took the mug back and re-filled it.

Floyd sighed. "I wanted some private time alone with him."

Aaron sipped on his coffee. "That is exactly why I am staying."

"We don't have a spare room."

"You think I am going to be able to sleep after all this." Hotch felt a hand rest on the knee of his sweat pants.

"I still need time alone. You know? For private matters."

Hotch felt the hand tighten. "Your private matters are usually public displays. Why the sudden change?" He closed his eyes as he felt the hand move up his leg. "Please remove your hand."

"I didn't want to cause a rift between you and Spence. He needs his friends but he needs privacy too and you know this is our place. Not yours." The hand continued to move. Floyd felt Hotch put his hand over his and for a short while there was a pause before he lifted Floyd's hand and looked at him in the eyes.

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"You know why. Get me a blanket so I can sleep on the couch." He felt Floyd take his hand and put it on his knee. He looked down at his hand on Floyds bare flesh. "Please. A blanket." His voice very quiet.

"In the bedroom. Bottom of the closet. A pile of blankets. Help yourself." He watched Hotch move away and felt his had reluctantly (in his mind) slide from Floyd's leg. Flanders looked over at Reid and then back at Hotch walking away. He stood looking back at Reid again and then turned and followed Hotch into the bedroom closing the door quietly behind him and flicking the lock over to be sure.

Aaron was standing just staring at the closet door. "What are you doing Floyd?" Hotch could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I needed to make sure everything was understood. That you understand the situation."

Slowly Aaron turned to look at Floyd. "What situation?" He didn't sound like the usual – so sure of himself – Hotch. This was an uncertain one. A confused one. One Floyd could play games with.

He walked slowly over to Aaron and put a hand on his chest. "This situation. Our situation." The other hand he slipped up inside the hoody over Hotch's chest. His fingers moving slowly.

"We don't have a situation." The uncertain voice was now whispering.

Now Floyd was breathing in the scent of Aaron around his neck. "If we didn't before, I think we do now." Floyd was pulling the hoody off over Aaron's head. He dropped it too the floor and looked up at the taller man. He put hands on his chest and felt hands rest on his shoulders.

As his mouth made its way over Hotch's chest he could feel him trembling. He nibbled and licked and kissed down to the waist band of Hotch's sweat pants and paused and then made his way back up again – over his chest, across his throat, around his jaw line and finally a kiss on the lips. Quick and gentle.

Floyd pulled back "That is the situation Aaron." He took a couple of steps back. "Blankets are in the bottom left hand side. I am going to check on our dear Spence." He turned leaving Hotch leaning on the closet door with the hoody at his feet.

He bent down and picked it up and just stood holding it in front of him. 'What the hell just happened?'

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He went and grabbed a couple of smokes out a drawer and picked up a silver lighter. He lit one smoke up and stood breathing in the fumes. He could see Reid out of the corner of his eyes looking up at him. Flanders looked over at him and smirked leaving the other on the counter where Reid could see it. Eventually he would ask for it or get up off his lazy arse and get it for himself. He would have to. Floyd had seen to that.

He walked back over to Reid who was looking at the same graphic novel he had been earlier. It didn't seem he had turned the page.

"Spencer, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Reid looked at Floyd over the top of his reading material. "You know what is wrong." His eyes were huge and his hair fell in an un-brushed tangle around his face. Floyd's stomach did an unwelcome flip as the comic lowered and he could see Spencer's mouth. Nothing ever could compare to that mouth. Flanders fingers moved slowly, his eyes mesmerised by those lips, he ran a finger slowly along Spencer's bottom lip. His lips moved slightly as Spencer hissed at Floyd.

"I can smell him on you. Don't touch me don't you ever touch me again."

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