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Thank you all reviewers! I'm glad everyone can picture Reid getting low too!

Morgan could hardly believe his eyes and vaguely thought for a moment that Prentiss had spiked his drink.

"…they're…he's…"

He could only watch in utter disbelief as Reid and Hotch danced and even Morgan knew that dance was probably not the most appropriate word to describe what they were doing.

They were grinding against each other, Hotch's hands firmly on Reid's thin hips as he pulled the younger man flush against him. Reid would occasionally turn around to rub his ass against Hotch, dropping low to the dance floor and coming back up slowly.

"Breath Morgan." He heard Prentiss mutter as she poured him something a little stronger than water.

Morgan absently sipped at the drink that Prentiss guided into his hands and watched as Hotch whispered something into Reid's ear; the younger man nodded and broke away from his partner, turning to start dancing with another set of eager men. Hotch easily slipped through the crowd and made his way back to Prentiss and Morgan, acting as if he had not been practically dry humping his subordinate on the dance floor.

"Any good customers yet?" He asked as he ordered a new set of drinks and when Prentiss shook her head he added, "There might be a big tipper in the green cut off."

Prentiss nodded and scanned the floor for the man Hotch described while Morgan stared at his boss in shock.

"What was that?" He asked under his breath and Hotch raised an eyebrow at him.

"Dancing." He responded, taking a sip of his drink.

"No. That was practically fucking with clothes on!"

Hotch kept a smile on his face but his eyes went dark; "We're trying to draw attention to ourselves. Which means that you should be looking at these club goers and not us."

Morgan huffed but backed down, Hotch's tone soothing him that it was simply undercover work and nothing else. He put a hand up to his ear, indicating that someone was talking and sighed.

"I gotta go. Someone's having sex in the bathroom." He thanked Prentiss for the drink and stalked off.

Emily smiled softly and shook her head, "You better get back to your man before he gets swamped."

Hotch turned and saw that Reid was still dancing but now he was surrounded by men on all sides and each of them were clearly attempting to do exactly what Hotch had done earlier. He set his drink down when he noticed another man approaching Reid, speaking with him quietly. He was surprised to see the young man nod and follow him off of the dance floor. Hotch recognized the man as the one who had made a pass at Reid through him earlier that evening. He walked off quickly without a word to Prentiss and followed Reid and the man towards the bathrooms of the club.

"I don't think my boyfriend's down…" Reid's voice cut off and Hotch paused for a moment when he heard a resounding slap. The man was holding his cheek and Reid was glaring daggers at him when Hotch came around the corner.

"What's going on?" He asked in a low voice.

The man quickly stepped away from Reid who made his way towards Hotch. He didn't know why he did it but he wrapped his arms around the older man's waist and clung to him.

"We were just talking." The man responded quickly, clearly not caring for Hotch's presence.

"No, you were just leaving." Morgan came up behind the man with another two in tow and Hotch figured they were probably the ones having sex in the bathroom. He gave the man a shove into the other ones and glared, "Let's go boys, all of you, now!" He snapped.

Reid didn't make eye contact with Morgan as he walked by with the other three, instead keeping his attention on Hotch's chest. Morgan left the hallway to go and finish up and Hotch waited until it was clear before speaking.

"Are you alright?"

Reid nodded, his long fingers playing with the buttons on Hotch's shirt, "He just kissed me…"

Hotch wrapped his hand over Reid's and pulled him gently to one of the side exits, "Come on, let's get some air before we hit the dance floor again."

They ended up in an alleyway that had a light near the end of it. Reid glanced around and wrapped his arms around Hotch's neck.

"Did you tell Emily about the one in green?" He asked quietly.

Hotch nodded and blinked in surprise when Reid leaned up and started to kiss him. They made out for several moments before Reid pulled back, his face flushed.

"Sorry…I just needed that."

Hotch smiled and leaned forward to kiss Reid once more when he heard a familiar set of steps coming up to them.

"Hey! You guys!" A beam of light hit them and Reid's face went even redder. "Hotch…Reid…?" It was Morgan who was undoubtedly returning towards the club after throwing out the other three men.

Hotch knew it would be hard to explain away this particular position they were in. He and Reid were only in the alley with no one to perform for, no reason to be in a tight embrace and certainly no reason to be kissing.

"How long?" Was all that Morgan asked and Reid glanced at Hotch, clearly ready to play this one the way Hotch wanted to.

"A few months." Hotch responded without any hint of shame. Morgan's gaze dropped from Hotch towards Reid next.

"He treatin' you right?"

Reid nodded sincerely and Morgan sighed, "Does anyone else know?"

Reid's ears went pink but he shook his head, "Emily suspects something but you're the first."

Morgan nodded and stepped back from them, "Alright well…I'll leave you to it then…" He awkwardly moved away and headed back for the club. Reid and Hotch stood in a comfortable silence for a moment before Reid spoke again.

"…I'm sorry. I should've checked the alley before I kissed you." Reid stated and Hotch thumbed his cheek.

"It's fine. They have to find out eventually."

"But what about Strauss-" Reid stopped, his brown eyes going wide as he spotted something over Hotch's shoulder.

"Don't move." A voice ordered. Hotch felt a gun being placed against the small of his back followed by the sound of a bullet clicking into place.

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