It was nearly 10pm when they all finally got off the plane. Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss bantered back and forth about where they wanted to go out tonight. Rossi followed them off with Hotch right behind him. At the top of the stairs, he hesitated, looking down at his team talking animatedly below. Noticing Reid's absence, he turned around and poked his head back into the main room of the jet. Spencer had one of his bags over his shoulder while he used both hands to half drag, half carry his heavier bag. His sunglasses slid off his nose and clattered to the floor, and Reid scrunched his eyes closed against the intrusive florescent light of the plane. Hotch dropped his bag and retrieved the glasses from the floor, carefully slipping them back onto Reid's face. "Thanks," he mumbled, returning his attention back to his bags. Hotch reached for the handle and took the bag from Reid's hands.
"I got it for you," he said politely, using his free hand to pick up his own bag. Spencer didn't say anything as they joined the rest of the team on the ground.
"You guys down for a few drinks?" Morgan asked, smiling. Hotch noticed that Morgan's smile had become more and more exclusive, and he was happy to see it again.
Glancing at Reid, he replied, "I'm exhausted, and I told Reid I'd give him a ride home."
Morgan nodded in silent understanding, then turned his attention back to the others. "Looks like it's just you and I ladies, oh and Rossi." Rossi rolled his eyes and and followed his fellow agents towards the cars. "Goodnight, you two," Morgan added, along with the rest of them.
"Have fun. I don't expect anyone in the office before 1pm, sleep in," Hotch said, smiling as Prentiss and Morgan raced for the cars.
Once they were alone, Reid finally spoke, "We don't have to talk, Hotch. You can just take me home."
Hotch headed towards his truck, hearing Reid's footsteps close behind him. "Well, I want to talk. I understand if you don't, though. If you really want, I will take you home. I want you to come hang out with me," he said casually. Hitting the button on his keys, he unlocked the truck and put the bags in the backseat. He opened the door for Reid before going around to the drivers side. Once both doors were closed, the silence only lasted for a moment.
"I understand why you did that, and I'm not going to hold it against you," Reid informed him quietly. Hotch steered out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
Thinking his next words over carefully, he said, "I'm not sure what happened on the jet, Spencer. I do know that something made me kiss you, and I wanted it. I think those feelings are worth discussing, if you feel the same way. If you'd rather we forget this whole thing, I can take you home and we can show up to work tomorrow and everything will be just as it was." He stole a glance at his friend out of the corner of his eye and found himself wishing Reid would take off the sunglasses.
"I'm not sure how to talk about it," Spencer admitted. Hotch smiled kindly, passing the exit to Reid's apartment.
"I'll make us something to eat and we can play some chess or cards. Jack is at his aunts house, so it'll just be us." He only realized what it sounded like after it was to late. "I'm not going to pressure you into anything, really."
Spencer chuckled, "That doesn't sound so bad."
The rest of the ride was peaceful, quiet conversation flowing easily between the two men. They were pulling up to Hotch's apartment building around 11pm, and Hotch wasted no time getting out to get both of their bags. Reid stayed right by his side while they waited for the elevator. Spencer's fingers drummed against the railing in the elevator, and Hotch could feel his waves of nervousness emitting from him. The hallway was empty when the elevator doors opened and Aaron led the way to his door.
He dropped the bags next to the door and Reid shut the door behind him. He turned on the dimmest light that was only bright enough to make moving about easy. "What would you like to eat?" Hotch asked, trying to keep the awkwardness at bay. Spencer was standing in the middle of the room, and Hotch felt a surge of heat rush through him. His pale skin seemed to glow in the gentle light, and Hotch couldn't help but walk towards him. Removing the glasses without hesitation from Reid's face, he tried his question again. "I know you haven't eaten all day, and you got sick on the plane. You have to eat something. I have some pasta Jessica brought over," he suggested, resisting the urge to touch Reid, knowing it might be enough to push him over the edge of being calm.
"Okay," he agreed, looking anywhere except Hotch's face. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and loosened his tie. Knowing he needed time to adjust, Aaron turned around and headed for the kitchen.
"Make yourself comfortable, you want a beer?" It was strange talking to Reid like he would one of his college buddies. Spencer was reserved, it was hard to picture him at ease.
"No, thank you. Just water." His answer wasn't surprising, but he didn't push it. Morgan always forced him to drink, but Hotch knew Reid wasn't one of those people that could be forced out of their shell. He had to come out all on his own. He popped one bowl at a time in the microwave and filled two cups with water. Fishing around for Aspirin, he found the bottle and shook two out. When the microwave beeped, he carried both bowls into the living room. Reid was sitting on the edge of the couch, and Hotch appreciated that he attempting to relax. He set them down and disappeared for a moment, returning with the two glasses, forks, and the pills.
"Take these. Hows your head?" He asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch. Reid gratefully popped the pills in his mouth, washing them down with a sip of water.
"It feels a lot better now that we're off the plane, thank you." Hotch was starving, stuffing a forkful into his mouth. Following his lead, Reid slowly put some of the noodles into his mouth. He never really liked eating, but even he couldn't deny that he was hungry. "It's really good," he commented, doing his best to try as hard as Hotch was.
"Jessica is one of the best cooks ever. Her and Haley used to make the best dinner," he replied, taking another mouth full. His bowl was empty a lot quicker then Spencer's was, and he turned to watch Reid take another bite.
"I don't want to eat too much, in case I get sick again."
"Have you been getting sick a lot?" Reid was thoughtful as he placed the half bowl back on the table, then nodded.
Reid stared uncomfortably down at the bowl, and Hotch wished he could read his mind. Finally, he blurted out, "You kissed me." His eyes widened seconds after speaking, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Yes, and I'm sorry if that isn't what you wanted." He left the ball in Reid's court, not willing to force him into talking. Or maybe part of him was just afraid of what he was going to say. Spencer turned to face him timidly, his eyes raising to meet Hotch's. Confusion, fear, pain, and curiosity swirled around behind his eyes, but he didn't look away.
"I liked it, all of it," he said honestly, moving and inch closer to Hotch's side of the couch. Spencer's hands twisted in his lap, unsure if he should move any closer. Hotch's hands took his, and slowly pulled him closer. Spencer followed obediently until their knees were touching.
"I liked it, too." He said, reaching his hand out to rest it on Spencer's rib cage. He leaned forward and the boy leaned back against the couch. Hovering over Reid, Hotch pressed their lips together. Under his hand, he could feel Spencer's skinny body arch up slightly as his hand came to tangle in Aaron's hair again. This kiss wasn't as careful as the first one had been, and Aaron pulled Reid's bottom lip between his teeth before moving down to his neck again. Not that he was an expert, but Hotch would have never thought Reid would be into biting. Well, he never thought Reid would be into sex or kissing of any type, but he now realized that Reid was, deep down, a man with needs, urges, and desires.
Spencer craned his neck to allow better access and shut his eyes. Images of Aaron on top of him, skin rubbing against skin, and his eyes flew open again. Aaron's hands found the buttons of his shirt, and he was busy on the third one when Reid finally felt the cool air hit his skin. He shivered, bracing himself for being exposed to his boss's eyes. Hotch left his neck and parted the front of the shirt, leaning back to examine Spencer's body. Hands balled into fists, Reid focused on the wall behind Hotch's head while Aaron's eyes swept over the slender body before him. Placing a hand on his stomach, he felt Reid's muscles tighten as he dragged his hand up to his chest. "You have a wonderful body," he stated, looking up at Spencer's eyes, pleased to find them closed. Reid's mouth was opened slightly, and he could hear the deep breaths rushing in and out of his mouth. He studied the faint growth of light brown hair on his chest and lower stomach, wondering what it would be like to rub his face against it.
His fingers found Reid's right nipple, and his eyes flew open in shock. Aaron placed his hand in Spencer's so he had something to hold, and he slowly twisted the sensitive nub between his fingers. Reid whimpered in his throat, and Aaron leaned down to kiss him again. "You don't have to be quiet, the walls are thick," he whispered, kissing down Reid's collar bone to his chest. When he took the nipple in his mouth, Reid gave a quiet cry of pleasure.
"You've never done anything like this, have you?" He asked against the warm skin.
"No, I've never done more then kiss someone, and that only last a few seconds." Aaron wanted to know why. He always considered himself straight, but apparently not, being that he found Reid to be one of the sexiest people he'd ever seen.
"If anything doesn't feel good or makes you uncomfortable, promise you'll tell me?" He needed to make sure this wasn't going to be to much. Spencer nodded, swallowing hard when Aaron returned his attention to his chest. Reid jumped when Aaron's hand moved up to his thigh, massaging it slightly. "Sorry, I don't want to push you any further."
Reid's hands came up to Aaron's chest and he slowly undid a few buttons. "Can I- I mean, is it okay if I feel you?" His question sent bolts of electricity down his body, and Aaron leaned back to allow Reid to push his shirt off his shoulders. Reid turned and Hotch pushed him to lay flat on the couch. He laid down on top of him, taking a lot of his weight on his arms. He could feel Spencer's heart pounding in his chest, and he bent his head to kiss his mouth.
The body beneath him moved up and down slightly, causing a delicious friction against their chests. Spencer's shaking legs parted slightly, and Aaron settled between them. Experimentally, he rubbed their lower halves together to gauge Reid's reaction. He reacted beautifully, pushing his head back and his lower body up to meet him. Kissing his adams apple, he reached down for the zipper of Spencer's pants, and finally, he protested. "Don't, please. I don't think I want to..." He trailed off, unsure eyes gazing up at Aaron. He smiled reassuringly and dragged his hand back up Spencer's body and places it back by his head.
Aaron set a slow thrusting pace against Spencer, enjoying the sounds of pleasure the boy was making. He held him close when his whole body shuddered as his pleasure peeked. His surprised gasp informed Aaron that he didn't pleasure himself very often, which was what he'd suspected. The look on Spencer's face was enough to send tiny waves of pleasure through Hotch's veins and he shut his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It wasn't nearly enough, but he accepted that that was what he would get tonight. He wrapped his arms around Reid and turned them so Spencer was tucked under his arm. "I want you to sleep here, if that's okay."
Spencer snuggled closer, and placed a tentative kiss on Hotch's ear, "Okay."
Aaron smiled and pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered them. He moved his fingers up and down Spencer's side and back, placing a kiss in his messy hair when he heard his breathing even out. Finally shutting his own eyes, Hotch couldn't believe he was laying, half naked, on his couch with Reid cuddled under his arm. He would have laughed if anyone said this was how his day would end. We're all a little crazy, maybe Rossi was right after all.