Once they were both dressed and Hotch was fixing his tie, he caught Reid looking at himself in the mirror. The clothes were his brothers when he was trying to convince him to accept interviews for a spot in the F.B.I. That was over fifteen years ago now, when his brother was built very closely to Reid. With the shirt from yesterday on, it was almost hard to tell that the pants weren't Reid's. They were a little big, but Reid very rarely wore any clothes that hugged his frame too tightly. Hotch let his eyes sweep over his body, finally settling on his face; of coursed covered by the sunglasses. What he could see of his face told him that Reid was thinking, and he wished he could Reid minds.
Reid must have felt his eyes on him, because his head slowly turned to return his look. Hotch slowly crossed the room, pressing himself against Reid's chest. He placed a tentative kiss on Spencer's lips, pulling him in for a hug. Reid's long arms locked around his back and Aaron absorbed his warmth for a few moments; placing a kiss on his long slender neck.
"Uh, Hotch; work?" Spencer said quietly, extracting himself from Hotch's strong embrace.
"Sorry, I just wanted to hug you one more time, since we can't all day," Spencer smiled, pushing the glasses higher up on his face. Hotch was surprised by the disappointment he heard in his voice. Spencer fiddled with the tie around his neck as he followed Hotch out into the hallway, both of their shoes making quiet noises on the carpet. Spencer stood by while Hotch filled two travel mugs with coffee, that he had brewed while Reid was dressing, and loaded one up with sugar; passing it to Reid. Hotch grabbed his brief case and was in full work mode. Reid struggled to keep up while he swung his bag over his shoulder and closed the front door behind him. He stumbled slightly on his way to Hotch's vehicle and was just getting in while Hotch was already buckled in and the engine running.
"Are you always this fast paced?" Reid huffed, pushing hair out of his face as Hotch drove them back to the main road.
Hotch smirked, "I don't know, you'll have to find out for yourself." Reid's face instantly turned five shades darker, but a small smile played at his lips. Hotch making a joke was rare thing, and he didn't remember ever hearing him make a joke like that before. It thrilled him in the strangest way.
"I didn't mean it like that," Spencer replied, jumping slightly as Hotch's hand settled over his casually. He relaxed his arm, and let Hotch's fingers sit between his.
"I know, just couldn't help myself." Reid didn't have a reply for that, so he settled for looking out the window. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly had caused their relationship to change. Wasn't Hotch straight? Wasn't he? He thought he was, granted he never really thought about it much. He never really was attracted to any women, let alone any men. But something about Hotch's strong, solid, body sent shivers down his spine. He could almost feel him on top of him, pinning him to the bed while he pushed against him. He pictured himself gripping Hotch's hard upper arms, begging. He shook the thoughts from his head, realizing that his breathing had sped up slightly. "You alright?" Hotch asked, concerned. If only he knew what he was thinking about.
"Yeah, my head just hurts," he said simply, glad to have an easy excuse. Hotch said nothing, and Reid peeked at him from the corner of his eye. Hotch looked calm, not phased by their interlocked fingers. What did that make Hotch? Was he gay, bi? Or was he just lonely without his wife, and Reid was the only one around that Hotch could express his feelings too without the worry of others finding out. For some reason, that thought hurt his heart, and Reid went back to looking out the window. He wanted to believe that Hotch actually had feelings for him, though he knew it wasn't very likely. He was thankful when they pulled into the B.A.U. parking lot, cutting short his thoughts and throwing him into work mode; where he didn't have time for such thoughts.
With one last squeeze, Hotch let go of his hand and climbed out. Reid followed him, staying right by his side as they entered the B.A.U. The eyes of the team fell on them, and Morgan raised a questioning eyebrow. Hotch nodded at them, "Good afternoon, everyone," and continued on to his office without looking back. Reid followed his example and hurried to his desk, digging into the stack of files that had magically found their way onto his desk. He didn't mind doing his work and some of there's, he liked doing write ups. Morgan perched himself on the edge of his desk, staring down at him even though Reid refused to look up.
"Hotch drove you in this morning?" Morgan asked. Prentiss and JJ pretended to be to busy to notice, but Reid knew they were listening.
"He offered to give me a ride, yeah," Reid replied dismissively, "Not that it's any of your business." Morgan laughed and ruffled his hair.
"Woah there pretty boy, I was just asking," he got off the desk and made his way over to Prentiss and JJ, charming them with some words that Reid couldn't hear. Sometimes, he hated Morgan just for being who he was. Reid sipped his coffee and opened the top file.
"Reid?" Spencer huffed, obviously no one was just going to leave him alone to work. He turned to face Rossi, "How did all those files wind up on your desk?" For a minute, Reid thought he was going to reprimand the others, but instead Rossi dropped five more files on the pile, "A few more wont hurt right?" Everyone in the bullpen laughed, and Spencer stayed quiet as he spun back in his chair to get started. He felt eyes on him, and he reflexively looked up to see Hotch looking down at him from his office. He smiled slightly, before looking back down, determined not to look up again.