Here it is! The final chapter! The epilogue!

Enjoy!


Hotch folded his clothes, leaving out what he planned to wear on the way home. He packed up everything he did not plan to use the following morning. He had gotten a shower, now clad in only his boxers and a t-shirt. He put away his shampoo and soap and left out his toothbrush and paste. He stretched and turned, seeing Reid sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He saw that the younger man had not done the same, which was odd because he normally did.

Reid sighed softly, his arms held close against his body, hugging himself. He looked so broken, it tore Hotch's to pieces. "R- Spencer?" He watched Reid tense up. "What's wrong?"

Reid simply shook his head and kept his body turned away. Hotch opened his mouth, but before he could ask anything further, Reid abruptly turned around looking up at him. "Hotch? Can I ask you something?"

Hotch hesitated briefly, feeling his heart skip a beat. He took a deep breath and, crawled into the bed beside him. "Sure, what is it?"

The younger man looked down, his eyelashes framing the sadness in his eyes. He rubbed his arm and took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "Is wanting comfort… wrong?" He asked, looking up at Hotch through his long lashes.

The agent froze. Hotch had not been expecting it. He didn't know what he was expecting but a fleeting flash of desire had hoped it would be, would you wanna do something together when we got back? He shoved the question away and looked back at Reid. "No, it's perfectly natural to want to be comforted under duress. You should know that."

Reid shrugged and traced random patterns into the quilt. "It wouldn't make me a whore, would it?" His voice was so soft and uncertain, Hotch couldn't stop himself from putting a supportive hand on Reid's shoulder. The boy's bright brown eyes met Hotch's and he could feel the intensity radiating from them. It almost made him shiver.

"No, Spencer, it doesn't." Hotch whispered, looking earnestly into Reid's eyes. He controlled his rage the best he could as it sent a shockwave through his veins. He cursed himself for not putting a bullet between Jonathon's eyes before he ever got the chance to hurt Reid. "Don't listen to anything he ever said or ever called you. You are a brilliant, beautiful young man. You'll find someone who'll see that and treat you right."

"Hotch." Reid's voice cracked, heavy with emotion. "W-Will you hold me, p-please?"

Hotch nodded, sliding his arms tightly around Reid's body. He was trembling. Hotch pulled him in as close as he could into his chest, burying his face into Reid's hair. "Spencer, I want you to know that you'll always have someone to hold you. To comfort you. Whenever you need it, just ask me, okay?"

Reid nodded and hid his face in the fabric of Hotch's shirt. "Hotch, you don't think I'm a cheating slut, d-."

"How can you ask such a thing?" Hotch interrupted, shushing him. Reid tensed up, but relaxed as the older man stroked his hair. "You are not."

Reid pressed into Hotch's hold. A faint smile on his lips. He could feel Hotch's heart beat against his own. Their pulses melting together. Their bodies merged together as though one sharing each breath they took. Life was beautiful and light. Reid felt no darkness. He felt happy and wonderful. Hotch was holding him. He only wished Hotch was his.


Soft lips brushed his collar bone. A moan escaped his lips. Tender kisses against his skin induced him to shiver in pleasure. He bit back another moan. He pressed the other's body against the wall, pressing their hips firmly against one another. The other's soft voice moaned uncontrollably. Hotch pinned the slender hands to the wall above his lover's head, kissing roughly. Their movements were one as they kissed and pressed into one another.

Hotch had had sex dreams before, when his hormones were off the charts, but they had been with the generic idea of his perfect girlfriend when he was young. Or of Hailey when he had been dating her. His lover before this, however, never had messy brown hair that shined against the light, or bright beautiful brown eyes that blinked up at him full of lust, adoration, and… love.

He slipped his tongue in the willing mouth, kissing the reddened, over kissed lips. "Air." The other's voice whispered, whispy and full of emotion and yearning. Even though the other's voice was barely there, Hotch recognized it perfectly. He recognized everything perfectly; the soft hair, the sweet brown eyes that looked up at his with such strong desire, the slender frame that fit so perfectly against his body.

It was Reid.

"More, please." Reid begged, grinding his hips and hardening cock against Hotch's, making his brain stop, letting his instincts and his heart take over. He kissed the boy's skin, sending pleasure from his neck all over his body. Breathy pants filled the room. Their troublesome clothes. It drew Hotch crazy. He wanted to take Reid so bad.

Reid gasped as his shirt was thrown from his body, Hotch's lips moving down his chest and going to his lower stomach. He stopped just at the waistline of Reid's jeans and went back up teasingly slow, stopping level with the boy's erect nipples. He took one into his mouth and sucked fiercely. Reid cried put, thrusting his hips and hardened dick against Hotch's body. "Aaron!" His voice was heavy with lust.

Then they were on the bed. Naked. Hotch's fingers deep inside Reid's lithe body, thrusting in and out making the boy squirm and beg for Hotch's already throbbing cock. "Aaron, please. Please. Oh god!" He moaned, thrusting back to meet the intruding fingers. His back was arched off the bed. It was the most beautiful sight Hotch had ever seen.

Hotch's mind was hazy, the sounds of Reid's pleads breaking through to fuel a fire burning in him making him imagine pounding deep inside Reid's body. Then his fantasy came alive; the boy's long slender legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, Hotch's member inside Reid's tight ring of heat, sliding in and out, taking the boy as he cried out in pleasure, clawing into the Hotch's back.


Hotch's eyes popped opened. He felt his boxers wet around his softened cock. He blushed bright red, his dream having made him come. He took deep breaths, sweat trickling down from his hair line. He pushed the remnants of his dream from his mind and looked down, seeing a familiar tangle of brown hair.

Reid breathed evenly against him, his body pressed into Hotch's side. A long slender arm nestled around Hotch's waist. Reid had his head rested on the man's firm chest. Long legs entwined in Hotch's leg's tangling them together. Hotch blushed and turned his head away. He hoped Reid had no idea about his wet dream.

He removed himself from Reid, somewhat reluctantly. He dug through his bag and grabbed a pair of clean boxers. He changed and looked back at the bed longingly, Reid having taken up his side of the bed. He shook his head and crawled in on Reid's original side and slid his arms around the young man's waist. He had a feeling the he wanted to be held and truth be told, Hotch loved being so close to him. Reid mewled softly and pressed his back into Hotch's chest, their body's pressed wholly against one another. Their legs entangling into one another. Faint smiles on their lips.


"I'm gonna go grab the jackass." Morgan said as he finished throwing his and Garcia's stuff in the back of the SUV. They had decided to have Jonathan charged in Virginia since most of his crimes had occurred there. Morgan was in charge of getting him on the plane and keeping track of him on the ride home.

"Alright, make sure you keep him far away from Reid." Hotch stated firmly. He hated the idea of having him in the same proximity as his Reid, but there were some things that were unavoidable.

Morgan drove off with Garcia. The dust cleared as Hotch heard a soft, "Too bad we can't afford to have two planes." Hotch turned to see Reid smiling ironically.

"It is too bad." Hotch agreed, seeing the pain behind Reid's smile. "I'll make sure he keeps away from you."

Reid smiled, this time his grin was reaching his eyes. "Thank you."

"Of course."


Morgan sat at the table with Prentiss, who was reading. Jonathon was seated on the seat near by while Rossi slept on the couch beside them. JJ was seated with JJ, talking to Morgan. Reid sat beside Hotch in the seat behind Morgan.

Jonathon glared at the back of Reid's head most of the trip home. Reid could feel his gaze and tried not to show him fear or weakness. He glanced at Hotch who was typing his report. The young genius tried to busy his focus by reading what was on the screen and following along as more words were entered. It did a good job until Hotch got tired of working and shut off his laptop.

Reid glanced at Jonathon who had fallen asleep, leaning back in his seat. He breathed easier, and looked up at Hotch who had watched him carefully. "You okay?" He asked gently in a whisper.

"Yes, I am now." Reid whispered.

He looked around the plane. Rossi was still asleep. JJ had fallen sound asleep against Prentiss's shoulder. Morgan and Prentiss were in a raging game of poker. "Why not go and play?" Hotch suggested, seeing Reid watching the game.

"No thanks. I'd rather stay here with you." Reid whispered, blushing slightly.

Hotch smiled and slid a hand over Reid's. "Spencer." Reid looked up at Hotch, silent surprise in his eyes at hearing his first name from the other man's lips. "You've had a hard few months and a really hard past few days. Please, promise me one thing."

"Anything, Hotch." Reid stated looking up at him earnestly. "Anything."

"Before you make your next move, before making any decisions, think about it long and hard. When you think you're ready, really ready, to move on, I want you to come and tell me, okay?"

Reid blinked up at Hotch, his brown eyes showing his curiosity. He smiled a little and nodded. He had a feeling Hotch wanted to talk to him about something. Something that would be hard on him under his current emotional stress. He nodded again and smiled a little wider, feeling apprehensive, but excited. "Okay, Hotch. I promise."

He glanced down at their hands still touching and smiled to himself. He leaned back, closing his eyes. He drifted off to sleep, feeling happier than he had in a long time.

Hotch glanced at Reid, seeing the faint smile on his sleeping face. A grin perked on his own lips, and he held Reid's hand tightly in his. Reid's head fell to Hotch's shoulder, the boy soundly sleeping against the other man. Hotch took a deep breath and released it slowly. I can't wait to have that talk with him.


Hold Me Tight- End

That was the end, my friends. Or was it? I'm thinking about doing a sequal to this one.

And this was another hard chapter for me to write... being a guy, very hard... *blushes*