"Baby Faces"

Author's Note: Chapter THREE! I like where it's going so far. I just hope the rest of you do. Remember to review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Spencer's waking was awkward to say the least. Hotch wasn't awake yet, Spencer had woken three minutes before Hotch's alarm clock was set to go off. In those three minutes of silence, he felt foreign to this house and totally alone. An alien without a cause or company. He sighed, Hotch's arms were still around him so he couldn't just sneak out. The feeling was far too pleasant too wriggle free from. He was satisfied where he was, but all the same scared to death of the morning beyond this. What would become of the two of them once the night before wore off. Their little lapse of judgment may never be spoken of again, all of Reid's effort may be for nothing! That damn alarm clock was so loud!

Hotch groaned as he stirred from his slumber. He opened his eyes to meet the man he'd been spooning all night. "Oh hey, Reid," Hotch grumbled as he took his arms back for a morning stretch. The agent suddenly jolted awake. "Spencer, we didn't!" Hotch began. He then remembered. "No we didn't! Okay thank goodness." The comment was a stab at Spencer's ego. He couldn't help but pout a little.

"You wouldn't," Spencer mumbled under his breath.

"I have to get ready," Hotch stepped onto the cold hardwood floor to walk into his bathroom.

"Am I still..." Spencer began.

"Yes, you're still suspended Reid. You stepped out of line," Hotch answered before Spencer could even get the question out.

"So, I was wondering, would you like to go out with me tonight? Maybe get a couple drinks again?" Spencer asked desperate to keep this thing going. His face flushed as the other agent looked back at him on the bed.

"Definitely, but we're not doing last night again. Got that?" Hotch confirmed.

"Someday," Spencer joked looking for his shirt on the floor. "I don't wanna spend all day at home," he grumbled.

"Then spend all day here," Hotch advised overhearing this snide little comment.

"I couldn't possibly," Spencer answered taking the comment seriously.

"Eh, why not? I trust you. Besides we're a couple now," Hotch pointed out blushing.

"A couple!" Spencer grinned.

"Yes, a couple. Don't make a big deal out of it." Hotch stormed into his bathroom to brush his teeth. Spencer marveled at the boss' unwillingness to submit to one night stands. It made him feel like more than what he was shooting for. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his heart was pounding again. Hotch got dressed for work while Spencer sat hopelessly lost in his daydreams on the bed. "I'll pick you up at your place okay?" He awkwardly stared into the younger agent's eyes before kissing him goodbye. He knew Spencer would be on his way once he finished washing up. A couple.

Spencer waited four seconds after he heard the door close behind Aaron to spring into action. There was a dresser on the other side of the room and Spencer, who hadn't even come close last night, was curious. He started with the top drawer, it was a common place. Jackpot! They were all neatly folded and even ironed! Hotch was more compulsive than Reid had thought. Reid immediately found his favorite pair out of the several different plaid and solid colored majority. It was a classic pair of boxers, plain white, with red hearts all over them. He was astounded by the contrast between the excruciatingly plain pairs of undergarments to this! He was giddy with excitement. He found that he couldn't wait to see Hotch in them. He throbbed and turned beet red with fantasy. He stuffed the pair of boxers into his pocket making a mission out of it.

Reid looked back at the bed and noticed that his compulsive partner had left it unkempt in his rush off to work. It was out of character, most likely brought on by Spencer's presence. He pondered for a moment and finally decided he'd attempt to make the bed to his boyfriend's satisfactory. Aah, it felt good to be able to call Hotch his boyfriend. There was really no better feeling, he would later discover.

Beside the bed he found his crumpled up shirt abandoned for the night. He frowned at the wrinkles in his shirt, his walk of shame would not be dazzling. On that lovely note, he needed a cab. He searched left and right for the house phone and called one up after shimmying into his shirt. The cab would be there in about fifteen minutes. In the meantime, he satisfied his morning appetite with an apple he'd found among a plate of fresh fruit he'd found in the fridge. He was certain Hotch wouldn't mind.

The cab drove him back to the bar where he was able to pick up his car and drive home. The car had been left out all night. The bartender who was just about to drive back to his house smiled and winked at him in the parking lot. Spencer smiled back before driving home. Familiar home. He placed the boxers carefully into his drawer and took a shower. He was devastated to wash away the smell of Aaron's cologne but he needed to freshen up for the date he was going to have tonight. His first date! In that shower Spencer realized he had given away his first kiss just yesterday. It felt typical, yet dreamlike. He marveled at the idea of Hotch being his first everything, as well as his willingness to give a way his first kiss and virginity in the same night. When he thought about it that way, he was thankful to Hotch for refusing him last night.

Spencer had never in his life worried about how he wore his hair or which outfit would look better on him. He had hours to spare before Hotch would pick him up, but he felt inclined to be prepared. He couldn't rest until he'd found an outfit that would appeal to his new boyfriend. It was his first date! He wanted it to be perfect! He found himself looking for advice on date etiquette online. He found out that he'd be best off with a button up shirt and slacks, no tie. He was satisfied with what he picked out and was finally able to settle down and enjoy the rest of the day.

Hotch took off work early and was able to pick Spencer up around 7:30. Spencer had been ready for three hours but he would never admit it. He'd even bothered to put on a cologne and let it air out so the scent was light yet noticeable. Hotch wouldn't have had a clue how much effort he put into his preparation.

Hotch looked amazing in similar attire but he'd chosen to wear a tie. He always wore a tie, it was one of the things that mad Hotch who he was. Spencer was happy to see he'd changed just for their date. "So, are we just getting a couple drinks?" Spencer asked.

"No, I'm taking you to a restaurant. A bar isn't a proper place for a first date," Hotch smiled taking Spencer's hand. Spencer could have melted then and there.

"Okay, that sounds fun." Spencer was delighted to have a traditional date on his hands. He was practically jumping out of his skin with excitement. He sat in the passenger seat of Hotch's car leaving his arm on the rest. Hotch drove with one hand and held Reid's with the other. Spencer could stay like that forever.

The two arrived at a little restaurant that served primarily Italian cuisine. It was quaint and pleasant. The atmosphere was very little villa, Hotch had definitely picked a winner. The two enjoyed a meal that Hotch would later demand he pay for, while chatting each other up about their days, and interests. Both Hotch and Reid didn't watch much television, and Reid read a lot of interesting books that he recommended to his new boyfriend. They clicked the most when they gossiped about others in the BAU and certain cases. Spencer didn't like talking about work much so he decided to change the topic to Hotch's compulsiveness. Hotch thanked Reid for making his bed but admitted he had to rearrange the pillows a bit. The two of them had a good laugh and asked for the bill.

The drive home was rather silent since they'd already talked each other out. Reid enjoyed his partners taste in classical music all the way there and stared up at the dark menacing clouds through the window. Hotch walked Spencer to his door to say goodnight. It had started pouring and he needed to rush back to his vehicle. As they kissed thunder boomed loudly as lightning split the sky. Romantic, Hotch thought.

"Well good night," Hotch said beginning to walk back to his car. Reid clung to his sleeve as the thunder clapped again. "What's wrong?"

"Please don't leave me tonight," Spencer whispered.

"Spencer, it's not happening tonight, not after the first date."

"No! I don't want that! I just need you to stay with me!"

"Spencer, are you scared of thunder storms?" The thunder roared ominously over head and the lightning illuminated the stoop.

"Please! Please, stay here with me Aaron!" Spencer begged clinging to Hotch's arm.

"Alright but don't try anything. Got that?" Hotch warned.

Spencer started to unlock his door. "Of course not. I promise."

The two stepped inside and Spencer lead Hotch into his room. It was tidy with a large bed despite Spencer's constant solitude. The two stripped down and climbed into bed together. Spencer was quick about it as the thunder cracked like a whip, he turned on a little light in the corner and climbed under the covers.

"Seriously Reid? A night-light?" Hotch teased.

"Shut up and hold me."