Readiness

There was something about the knocks. The four, equally paused knocks on his door. The patience behind them irritated Reid. Partly because he knew he wasn't capable of it, and partly because they still managed to make his heart race after all this time.

"Agent Hotchner," he greeted his late-night visitor in his most professional tone. The lights from the hallways left shadows on the man's face in the way that reminded Reid of old film noir.

"Agent Reid." The man mirrored his tone. Reid knew it was deliberate but he wasn't going to let the man enjoy it by reacting. So he turned, waiting for the door to click shut.

The refrigerator was a few steps away when he turned around to offer a drink, but Reid found himself paddling backward as his guest invading his personal space. The man reeked of authority—the neatly styled hair, the primly pressed suit. It paralyzed Reid like it always did. A corner of the fridge door dug into his back. Reid could only blink.

"How was your day?" The man's lips were mere inches from his. The breath was warm, intimidating, tickling Reid's skin.

Reid swallowed, silently cursing himself. The dark eyes searched his face, pinned him to the cold hard surface. "My boss was a total pain in my ass today," was his reply.

The face he saw was void of emotions but the man's eyes fell on his lips for a slight second.

"Is that so?" The voice was flat but not sharp. Reid couldn't take his eyes off of the moving lips. "Should I kiss it better, Agent Reid?"

Goose bumps spread over his neck to his ears. Reid grinded his teeth, "I'd rather you fuck it, Agent Hotchner."

The next thing he knew, he was on the kitchen counter, lifting himself on his hands as his slacks were pulled off and gone. His bare ass hardly touched the cold granite when a finger breached him, then two.

"A boy scout, Agent Reid?"

"Never been one," Reid tried his best not to hiss, "but I believe in readiness."

"You and Hamlet." The wrist turned and Reid found it hard to breathe, so he did the one thing he could to regain control.

"There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow," he recited, arching his back as he felt another turn. The smells were overwhelming—the aftershave, the sweat, but most of all his own scent. It was quite embarrassing. He tried not to think about it. "If it be now, 'tis not to come." Then there was clanking sound of a belt buckle and fumbling sound of fabric. "If it be not to come, it will be now." Reid clasped the toned arm, willing himself to focus. "If it be not now, yet it will come."

The man's hands gripped his thighs, yanking his body forward. "Stop saying 'come.' "

Reid wished he could. "Readiness is all. Ahh!"

That was the last coherent thought in his brain.

It was rough and not entirely painless. Every other thrust Reid cursed, clinging to the other man tighter, closer, saying things that would probably make Garcia blush. At one point Reid was hauled entirely off the counter, unable do anything but clutch another body, helpless and used. It wasn't until the other man put him down that Reid grabbed the man's shoulders and slammed his hips down hard because he felt he couldn't get close enough. And he did it again and again and again as the other man watched, mesmerized.

It ended so abruptly Reid didn't think to bite down his cry as he ejaculated thick and hard. He wasn't sure what happened next but he heard a hoarse cry. When he opened his eyes, the man's body was hovering motionlessly above him, hands on each side of his head, eyes shut as if in pain.

Reid felt the urge to touch the man's face, to ease that pain, but then he saw his hand touching that face, caressing it. The pain faded, vanished. The dark eyes opened and bored into him. Reid felt ridiculous all of the sudden because one simple look shouldn't make him feel so warm and loved. He had to look away.

"On the kitchen island?" Reid feigned a chuckle. "This can't be sanitary."

The man didn't blink. He saw right through Reid, as always. "Can I kiss you now?"

Reid felt a little giddy as he clasped his hands behind the man's neck. "If only that's an order, Agent Hotchner."

The man cleared his throat. "Agent Reid."

Reid grinned openly now.

"Shut up."

Reid did as he was told and was rewarded with the kiss that made up for all the ones they had missed during their little game.

(Note: The quote is from Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2)