Hotch hugged him tightly, fingers splayed across the young mans back. Reid held totally still, allowing Hotch to hold him as tight as he wanted. Aaron was struck with thoughts of Reid's mysterious illness, and the constant worry that plagued his mind for the past week. Following those thoughts was the realization that he'd been suppressing these feelings for a long time. He'd always felt the need to protect Reid, and the day he watched Hankel torture him on camera was one of the worst of his life. The case he'd been infected with Anthrax and they'd almost lost him again had made him actually consider if he could stay with the team if Reid died. The helplessness he felt every time when Reid squealed in pain, flinched away from touch, babbled awkwardly, or was troubled was painful. What would he do if he lost him, really? He couldn't imagine himself living life as it was before he'd met Reid.
The realization was surprising, because he never registered his protective tendencies as love. Truthfully, he did love Reid. He loved that awkward, childish, innocent light he brought with him everywhere he went. He loved listening to him talk, because unlike most of the word, he always had something insightful to say. Not to mention that ever since Reid cut his hair, he'd imagined himself running his fingers through it multiple times. He'd imagined it was soft, just like his skin. Remembering how he'd run his fingers over Reid's young chest the night before sent a shiver down his spine and he pushed Spencer back towards the bed.
Surprising, Reid didn't make a sound when he fell back against the mattress. The clock next to the bed blinked 6:45pm, and the sun was slowly making it's trip behind the horizon. Hotch closed the blinds over the one window in the room and turned out the light, making the room as dark as possible before removing Reid's dark glasses. Spencer squinted up at him, not moving to protest when Hotch grasped his upper arms and pushed him to lay back on the bed. "What are you doing?" Spencer asked, voice unsteady.
Hotch slowly covered the smaller body with his, "I was just thinking." He wasn't sure how to put his thoughts into words, so he put them into action. He gently ran his fingers through Spencer's short, curly hair; watching as the boys eyes fluttered shut. What hurt him worse then watching Spencer in pain was knowing that he didn't care if he lived or died. On occasions, he'd even put his life at risk knowingly, and that scared Hotch. He remembered how angry he'd been after the Owen Savage case, recalling how Reid brushed off his face with death as if it didn't matter. Determined to release the feelings he'd suppressed for far to long, he placed a kiss on Reid's long neck before biting down harshly into the sensitive skin. Spencer's whole body was rigid in seconds, his hands gripping at Hotch's shirt. Aaron let his fingers tighten in Reid's hair, holding him in place while he licked at the skin.
"Thinking about what?" Reid rasped out, arching his neck slightly.
"How much I care about you," Hotch answered as honestly as he could, kissing the irritated skin just below his ear. "I never realized how much I cared about you, but every time something has happened to you; it hurts me too. I just never understood why until I saw you in the bathroom the other day. You've over come drugs and unimaginable pain after you've been put in unimaginable situations, and it makes me proud to know you." Spencer didn't reply, but his hands slowly moved up and down Hotch's back. He pressed a kiss to Spencer's temple when he felt his long fingers start undoing the buttons of his shirt. Shy hands explored the territory of Hotch's stomach, and Aaron fell to his side, pulling Spencer on top of him. He observed closely while Reid mapped out his chest and stomach, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on his skin. He traced every scar, bending down to kiss them in a way that touched Hotch's heart.
Reid's thighs were pressed against his sides and he let his hands run up and down the tight muscle, reaching for the buttons of his shirt next. Reid didn't feel as self conscious as the first time, and he let Hotch's eyes wonder freely. Spencer gently played with Aaron's soft nipples, which drove him crazy. Crazy enough to slip is hand down to cup Spencer through his pants. Tensing but not unwilling, Reid only hesitated for a moment before leaning down for a kiss, his hips slowly rocking down into Hotch's hand.
"Daddy!" Jack called from the other side of the door. Reid flew off the bed and onto the computer chair across the room in one fluid motion, fast enough to make Aaron laugh. He watched calmly as Reid struggled to button up his shirt and make himself look presentable and innocent, but Hotch's eyes were drawn to the slight bulge in Reid's pants. He'd never see Reid as innocent again.
"What's up buddy?" Aaron said, opening the door. Jack threw himself onto the bed, looking over at Spencer.
"What are you guys doing?" Jack asked, oblivious.
Aaron laughed at the guilty look on Reid's face and patted his sons head, "Talking about work."
"Spencer catches bad guys too," Jack said, smiling over at him. Reid smiled back before dropping his eyes to the floor.
"Yes he does, he does it even better then I do." Spencer looked up at Hotch, honored by the statement. He'd never heard anyone say anything like that about him, and it warmed his heart.
"Sponge Bob is on dad!" Jack yelled suddenly, running from the room.
"I'll come watch it with you in a bit," Aaron yelled down the hall, gently closing the door again. The look on Reid's face was enough to pull a laugh from him, and Spencer's cheeks flushed. Brushing a hand against his cheek, he gently touched the dark red area under Reid's ear. "Ever had a hickey before?" Eyes wide, Spencer got up and looked in the mirror.
"Oh fuck," Hotch didn't think he'd ever heard Reid curse before, and it was hot. No other way to put it.
"I love that stuff," Hotch added, dropping a clue. Spencer picked up on it and turned to face him.
"I don't think I could leave something like that on you."
"Try," Hotch offered, winking.
He took Spencer's hand and led him back to the bed as Reid started talking, "Wont the team pick up on it? Besides, I can't-" Their lips pressed together with bruising force and Aaron gently guided his head down to his collarbone. He'd always preferred when things were rough, but with females it took a lot not to hurt them. Reid wasn't a girl, and though he was slightly delicate, Hotch knew he could handle being roughed up a bit.
"Leave it where my collar will cover it, they'll never know." Reid's lips were still for a moment, and Hotch was just about to call it off as his mouth slowly opened. His tongue experimentally licked at the warm skin and Hotch tilted his head. "You can be rough, Reid." Teeth sank into his skin then, and Reid spent a few minutes abusing the spot; stopping when he heard Hotch moan quietly.
"Feel good?" He asked shyly, his fingertips gently grazing against the mark he left.
"Amazing," Aaron said, pleased.