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Slash Pairings: Hotch/Reid

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Reid's purple shirt hung low on his chest and was tight around his midsection but it was nothing compared to his jeans. He was also sporting a pair of green converse that Garcia had picked out for him and was waiting for Hotch uneasily by the door.

"Morgan's going to tease me." He stated as he watched Hotch buttoning up his shirt.

"Morgan always teases you." Hotch replied with a grin and Reid folded his lanky arms around his middle.

"…yeah but…" Reid stammered as Hotch gave him a gentle kiss.

"If he makes fun of you, just kick him in the shin."

Reid had to laugh at Hotch's response before he moved away from the older man, "I'll meet you in the lobby, alright? That old bellhop said to talk to him before going out…"

Hotch's eyes flashed with worry and an unspoken 'be careful' passed between them before Reid left to head downstairs and Hotch went to finish getting ready.

The old gentleman who had taken their bags was down in the lobby when Reid entered it.

"Hey, you mentioned that I should talk to you if we were going to that club?" He asked quietly, feeling as if the old man was going to laugh at him and his purple shirt.

"That's right! My nephew works the door and I always get generous tippers on the guest list."

Reid smiled because the man seemed genuinely kind and he knew that was a rare trait nowadays. They exchanged names and he assured them they would have no problem getting in, which Reid hadn't expected them to, but was grateful nonetheless.

He turned and saw Hotch arriving down the same staircases that he had used and walked over to him.

"Mr. Kline got us on the guest list." Reid told Hotch and Hotch lifted his gaze to settle on the old man who was waving at him politely.

"That's very kind of him." Hotch put his arm around Reid's shoulders, ignoring the few looks they got and walked outside to hitch a cab to the club.

The club was already filled with men and a few women who were drinking and dancing to the flashing lights and techno beats. The place was packed and it had barely passed ten thirty, it was clearly going to be a busy night.

Morgan had been assigned the inside of the club while Rossi was working with a young blond at the door. Morgan was a bit wary of the stares he got from a few of the club goers but most of them seemed to get his 'straight' vibe and left him alone. He glanced over at Prentiss who was seemingly having a great time for herself and Morgan was a bit curious on when she learned how to make drinks but became distracted when he heard Rossi's voice in his earpiece,

"Hotch and Reid just walked in."

Morgan turned to face the door and nearly let his jaw drop. Reid was in a pair of jeans that were tight enough to be considered a second skin, artfully ripped with a purple shirt that showed off the upper part of his chest. Hotch had his hands on the younger man's sides as they walked through the club, clearly trying to find a table. Morgan noticed how comfortable Reid seemed to be with Hotch's hands where they were and wondered vaguely if they had rehearsed in the hotel.

"Hey! Big guy!" Morgan turned and saw another worker waving at him, "I need your help moving a few tables. We're getting a bigger crowd than we thought."

Morgan peeled his gaze from his two teammates and moved over to help set up.

Hotch had managed to get a table near a wall and sat down on the chair to claim it while Reid stood in front of him, leaning his back against Hotch's chest and settling between his legs. This made it possible for them to talk easily despite the music without turning their backs to anything.

"You want me to get a drink?" Reid asked and he couldn't help but grin when he felt Hotch's grip around his waist get slightly tighter. "It'll only take a minute. I bet that cute bartender will hook me up."

Hotch laughed and looked over at Prentiss who was chatting up a few of the men she was making drinks for, "Alright. Get me a jack and coke."

To keep up their ruse, Hotch allowed Reid to fish out his wallet and pull out a few crisp bills from it. Reid smiled and handed the wallet back to Hotch before turning and making his way to the bar. Hotch watched him go and noted that several heads were turning to follow Reid's path as well.

"That pretty one yours?" Hotch's gaze broke from Reid and he turned to see another well dressed man standing on his right side.

"Yes." Hotch said simply. The other man chuckled appreciatively and took a sip of his drink.

"I thought so. I guess I'm out of luck tonight."

Hotch took in the man's appearance but did not say anything to keep the conversation going. The man could feel the coldness radiating from Hotch and took a slight step backwards, "Well…enjoy your evening."

"You as well."

Reid came back and smiled at the man who rushed off, handing Hotch his drink.

"Emily says she's got a few good customers but no big tippers."

Hotch understood the message and nodded, taking a long drink from the cup. He eyed the room and Reid settled back against him, fitting like a glove.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked after a few moments of comfortable silence and Reid's feet nearly fell out from under him.

"What?"

"Do you want to dance?" Hotch repeated, downing what was left in his cup.

"I think Emily made you're drink a bit too stron-Aaron!" Hotch had picked up Reid and moved him forward so he could stand up. Reid barely had time to leave his glass on the table as Hotch wrapped his arms around his shoulders to move him to the dance floor.

"Aaron? AARON!" Reid had to yell over the music, "Are you sure you want to? The others could-"

"We need the unsub to target us." He started to dance, "We're just being that target."

Reid noted the look in Hotch's eye before he resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to dance whether he liked it or not. He moved against Hotch as the crowd closed in on them, everyone dancing to the blasting beat.

Morgan walked up to Prentiss and leaned onto the bar; reaching for the water she poured him.

"I lost sight on Hotch and Reid, did they go outside?" He asked.

She smiled and her eyes flickered to the dance floor, "No, they're definitely still in here."

Morgan turned as he took a sip of water, clearly confused by her words and nearly dropped his glass at the sight before him.

"…is that…?" He turned back towards Prentiss, who was still smiling.

"I always knew Reid knew how to get low."

I hope I'm not the only who can picture Reid getting low if need be =D